6 IF LOVE WERE A SONG. 'it I.ove were a Song, I - -uld borrow his voice And. singing with notes of gold, ■Would carry his messages, passing sweet, To the hearts of the young and the old. .And the tones of my song should be borne along I.lke the chiming of bells afar; Ar.d my voice should be heard like a lonely bird. Or the gleam of a falling star, If Love were a Song. If Love were a Flower, I would borrow his form, And softly his heart unfold To the whispering sigh of the scented wind Sweeping over the hills of gold. And the blue In the eyes of the morning skies More radiantly fair should shine; And the crimson streak on the mountain's cheek Should deepen at sight of mine. If Love were a Flower. But If Love were a Song, he would languish and die With the effort that gave him birth. And if Love were a Flower, he must wither and fade. And his glory must fall to earth; But his spirit is bright, like the shaft of light That shines out In the heart of a storm. And love doth last an eternity past, An eternity still to come! For Love Is our Home! —Jessie Acheson, in N. Y. Weekly. r \ My Strangest Case CY GUY BOOTHBY. Author of "Dr. Kikola," " The Beautiful White Devil, '* "Pharos, The Egyptian," Etc. V J PART IV.— CONTINUED. "There's more in the case than meets the eye," he said, suspiciously; "and 1 fancy, if only we could see the bot tom of it, we should discover that your two proteges are as flue a pair of ras cals as could be fouud on the continent of Asia." "I don't know anythingabout that," Grantham replied. "1 only know that they were a miserable couple, and that 1 did the best I could for them. You wouldn't have had me leave them in the jungle, surely?" "I am not aware 1 have said so," the •other answered, stiffly. "The only thing I object to is your treating them as if they were martyrs, when iu all probability they deserve all the pun ishment they received." Grantham was too wise to carry the (argument any further. He knew that •when Handiman was in his present "(humor the best thing to do was to ieave him alone in it. He accordingly returned to the hut where the two men were domiciled, and attended to Iheir comfort, as far as lay in his pow «r. His heart had been touched by their misery. He did not give as a rea ison for the trouble he took the fact r ;hat the face of the elder man remind -led him of his own venerable father, the worthy old Somersetshire vicar; it was a fact, nevertheless. For a week the unfortunate couple were domiciled at the ford, and during that time Grantham attended to their nvants with the assiduity of a blood relation. Meanwhile Handiman scoffed and bade him take heed for the valuables, lest his new-found friends should appropriate them. He did not believe in honest gratitude, he de . dared, particularly where homeless wanderers in the Burmese jungle were concerned. At last, however, they were so far recovered as to be able to proceed 011 their way once more. •"We have to thank you for our lives, sir," said Kitwater to Grantham, when the time came for them to say to the ford. "Had it not been •for you we would probably be dead .men now. 1 don't know whether we tfahull ever be able to repay your kind ness, that is with Allah, but if the op portunity should ever arise you may be sure we will not neglect it. What ever we may be now, you may take it that we were gentlemen once. There's just one favor 1 should Wke to ask of you, sir, before we part!" "What is it?" Grantham inquired. ■"I want you, sir, to give me a letter of introduction to the gentleman in your regiment who looked after the stranger you told me of, when he came here out of China. I've got a sort of iiotion in my head that even if he is not our friend, that is to say the man we are searching for, he may happen to know something of him." "I will give you the letter with pleas ure," Grantham replied. "I am sure •Gregory will be only too pleased tc /help you as far as lies in his power." The letter was accordingly w'ritten and handed to Kitwater, w ho stowed it away in his pocket as if it were a price less possession. Then, when they hat; bade their protector farewell, they ir their turn set off along the track thai Hayle had followed two months be fore, and indue course arrived al IJhamo. Here they presented the let ter they had obtained to Capt. Charles Pauneefort Gregory, who, as may be supposed, received it with manifest astonishment. "Well," said he,"of all the stories have heard since I have been in th( •east, this is the most extraordinary I thought that other chap was abou as unfortunate a beggar as could wel be, but you beat him hollow at even turn. Now, look here, before Igo anj further, I must have my friend witl me. He is the man who discovered tin other chap, and I'm sure he would lik< to hear your story." Dempsey was accordingly sum ncnoned, and his wonderment was a vgreat as his friend's had been. "Now," said Gregory, when Demp sey had been made familiar with thi other's story, "what is it you want ti >know about the man we picked up .Ask your questions, and we'll do tin ibest we can to answer them." In reply to Kit water's questions Gregory and Dempsey described, a ua kiici iViiie lac upp«aiaat>< of the man whom they had helped. The schedule was in a great measure satisfactory, but not altogether.There were so many English in Burmah who were tall, and who had dark eyes and broad shoulders. Little Codd leant towards his companion, and, taking his hand, made some signs upon it. "That's so, my little man," said Ivirtwater, nodding his head, approv ingly. "You've hit the nail on the head." Then, turning to Gregory, he continued: "Perhaps, sir, you don't happen to remember whether he had any particular mark upon either of his wrists?" Gregory replied that he had not no ticed anything extraordinary, but Dempsey was by 110 means so forget ful. "Of course he had," he answered. "I remember noticing it for the first time when I pulled him out of the ford and afterwards when he was in bed. An inch or so above his left wrist he had a tattooed snake swallowing his own tail. It was done in blue and red ink, and was as nice a piece of work as ever I have seen." "I thank you, sir," Kit water re plied, "you've hit it exactly. By the living thunder he's our man, after all. Heaven bless you for the news you have given us. It puts new life into me. We'll find him yet, Coddy, my boy. I thank you, sir, again and again." He held out his hand, which Demp sey felt constrained to shake. The man was trembling with excitement. "I tell you, sir," he continued, "that you don't know how we loved that man. If it takes the whole of our lives, and if we have to tramp the whole world over to do it, we'll find him yet!" "And if I'm not mistaken, it will be a bad day fov him when you do find him," putin Gregory, who had been an observant spectator of the scene. "Why should you hate him so?" "How do you know that we do hate him?" Kit water asked, turning his sightless face in the direction whence the other's voice proceeded. "Hate him, why should we hate him? We have 110 grudge against him, Coddy, my boy, have we?" Mr. Codd shook his head gravuly. No! they certainly had no grudge. Nothing more was to be gleaned from them. Whatever their connection with George Bertram or Gideon Ilayle may have been, they wero not going to com mit themselves. When they had in quired as to his movements after leav ing I'hamo, they dropped the subject altogether, and, thanking Ilie officers for the courtesy shown them, with drew. Their manifest destitution, and the misery they had suffered, had touched the kindly white residents of that far off place, and a subscription was raised for them, resulting in the col lection of an amount sufficient to en able them to reach Rangoon in com parative comfort. When they arrived at that well-known seaport, they vis ited the residence of a person with whom it was plain they were well ac quainted. The interview was presum ably satisfactory on both sides, for jl^ ON A SUNDAY IN THE INDIAN OCEAN KITWATER HELD A SERVICE ON THE DECK. when they left the house Kitwater squeezed Codd's hand, saying as he did so: "We'll have him yet, Coddy, my boy, mark my words, we'll have him yet. lie left in the Jemadar, and he thinks we are lying dead in the jungle at this moment. It's scarcely his fault that we are not, is it? But when we get hold of him, we'll well, we'll let him see what we can do, won't we, old boy? He stole the treasure and sneaked away, abandoning us to our fate. In consequence I ■ shall never see the light again; and you'll never speak to mortal man. We've Mr. Gideon Hayle to thank for that, and if we have to tramp round the world to do it, if we have to hunt for him in every country 011 the face of the earth, we'll repay the debt we owe him." ; Mr. Codd's bright little eyes twinkled in reply. Then they shook hands sol emnly together. It would certainly prove a bad day for Gideon Hayle I should he ever have the ill-luck to fall into their hands. Two days later they shipped aboard - the mailboat as steerage passengers I for England. They had been mission aries in China, so it was rumored or ' board, and their zeal had been repaif 1 by the cruelest torture. On a Hun • day in llie Indian ocean, Kitwater helc ' a service on deck, which was attendee by every class. He preached an elo • quent sermon on the labors of thi i missionaries in the far east, ant from that moment became so populai - on board that,, when the steamei reached English waters, a subscript lor > was taken up 011 behalf of the suffer t'rs, which resulted in the collection o: an amount sufficient to b.e.'w them wel on their way to London as soon as thej , reached Liverpool. s "Now," said Kitwater, as they stooc i togcllicr at LliC wharf with, the pitilesi CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, APRIL 10, 1902. English rain pouring down upon them, wetting them to the skin, "what we have to do is to find Gideon Dayle as soon as possible." CHAPTER I. It has often struck me as being a remarkable circumstance that, in nine cases out of ten, a man's suc cess in life is not found in the ca reer he originally chose for himself, but in another and totally different one. That mysterious power, "force of circumstances," is doubtless re sponsible for this, an 4no better illustration for my argument could be found than my own case. I be lieve my father intended that I should follow the medical profession, while my mother hoped 1 would enter the church. My worthy uncle, CI ut ter fie Id, the eminent solicitor of Lin coln's Inn Fields, offered me riy articles, and would possibly have eventually taken me into partner ship. But I would have none of these things. My one craving was for ti« sea. If I could not spend my life upon salt water, existence wotld have 110 pleasure for me. My fatter threatened, my mother wept, Un.'le Clutterfield prophesied all sorts of disasters, but I remained firm. "Very well," said my fhther, wh*n he realized that further argument was hopeless, "since 3011 must goto sea, goto sea you certainly shell. But you mustn't blame me if yju find that the life is not exactly what you anticipate, and that you would prefer yourself on dry laud once more." 1 willingly gave this promise, aud a month later left Liverpool as in apprentice 011 the clipper ship Maid of Normandy. Appropriately enough the captain's name was Fairweather, and he certainly was a character in his way. In fact the whole ship's company were originals. Had my fa ther searched all England through ie could not have discovered a set of men, from the captain to the cook's mate, who would have been better calculated to instil in a young man's heart a distaste for Father Neptune and his oceans. 111 the number of the various books of the sea I have en countered was one entitled: "A Floating Ilell." When reading it I had not expected to have the misfor tune to be bound aboard a vessel of this type. It was my lot, however, to undergo the experience. We car ried three apprentices, including my self, citch of whom had paid a large sum for the privilege. I was the youngest. The eldest was the son of a country parson, a mild, decent lad, who eventually deserted and be came a house-painter in the South Island of New Zealand. The jn'xt was washed overboard when we were rounding the Horn on our homeward voyage. Poor lad, when all was said and done he could not have been much worse off, for his life on board was a disgrace to what is sometimes erroneously called "human nature." Indue course, as we cleared for San Francisco, and long before we crossed the line. I was heartily tired of the sea. In those days, few years ago as it is, sailors were not so well protected even as they arc now, and 011 a long voyage aboard a sailing ship it was possible for a good deal to happen that was not logged, and much of which was forgotten before ■ the vessel reached its home-port again. When 1 returned from my j first voyage my family inquired how i I liked my profession, and with all truth, I informed them that I did I not like it at all, and that I would | be willing to have my indentures can i eeled and to return to shore life | once more, if I might be so permit ] ted. My father smiled grimly, and seemed to derive considerable satis faction from the fact that he had prophesied disaster from the outset. "No," he said, "you have made your ] bed, my lad, and now you must lie I upon it. There is still a considerable portion of your apprenticeship to be served, and it will be quite soon enough for us at the end of that time to decide what you are to do." A month later I was at sea again, bound this time for Sydney. We reached that port on my nineteenth birthday, and by that time I had made up my mind. Articles or no arti cles, I was determined to spend no more of my life on board that hateful ship. Accordingly, one day having obtained shore leave, I purchased a new rig-out and, leaving my sea-togs with the Jewish shopman, I made tracks, as the saying goes, into the bush with all speed. Happen what might, I was resolved that Capt. Fair weather should not set eyes on George Fairfax again. From that time ohward my career was a strange one. I became a ver itable Jack-of-all-trades. A station hand, p roustabout, shearer, assistant to a traveling hawker, a gold miner, and af last a trooper in one of the finest tidies of men in the world, the Queensland mounted police. It was in this curious fashion that I arrived at my real vocation. After a considerable period spent at head quarters, I was drafted to a station in the far west. There was a good deal of horse and sheep stealing go ing on in that particular locality, and a large amount of tact and ingenui ty was necessary to discover the criminals. 1 soon found that this was a business at which I was likely to be successful. More than once I had the good fortune to be able to bring to book men who had carried on their trade for years, and who had been entirely unsuspected. Eventually iny reputation in this particular line of business became noised abroad, until It came to the ears of the commis sioner himself. Then news reached us that a dastardly murder had been committed in the suburbs of Bris bane, and that the police were unable to obtain any clew as to the identi ty of the person accountable for it. Two or three men were arrested on suspicion, but were immediately dis i charged ca being ia a position to give a satisfactory account of their ac tions on the night of the murder. It struck me that J should like to taka tip the case, and with the confidence of youth I applied to the commis sioner for permission to be allowed to try my hand at unraveling the mystery. What they thought of my impudence I cannot say, but the fact remains that my request, after being backed Tip by my inspector, was granted. The case was a particular ly complicated one, and at one time 1 was beginning to thtak that I should prove no more successful than the others had been. In the end, however, I came upon the murderer, who, seeing himself very neatly trapped, placed a revolver to his right temple and, before I could prevent him, pulled the trigger. At the conclusion of this case I re signed my position in the police of the northern colony, and joined the detec tive staff in Melbourne, seeing in their service a good deal of queer life and ferreting out not a small number of extraordinary cases. The experience gained there was invaluable, and led me, after one particularly interesting piece of business in which I had the good fortune to be most successful, to entertain the notion of quitting gov ernment employ altogether, and set ting up for myself. I did so, and soon had more work upon my hand than I j could very well accomplish. But I was too ambitious to be content with small things, and eventually came to the conclusion that there was not enough scope in the colonies for me. After 15 years' absence, therefore, I returned to England, spending a year in the further east en route in order to enlarge my experience, and to qual- j ify myself for any work that might come to ine from that quarter. On a certain bitterly cold day in January 1 reached Liverpool from the United States, and took the train for my old home. My father and mother had long since died, and now all that remained to me of them was the stone slab that covered their resting place in the quiet little churchyard at the foot of the hill. "Well, here I am," I said to myself, "33 years old and alone in the world. Nobody knows me in England, but it I won't be my fault if they don't hear of George Fairfax before very long. I'll ! be off to London and try my fortune j there." [To Be Continued.] WHAT HE WANTED. 'llir Man with the Fluent irount «( 'lVart Win Heutly tu VVr«K Anywhere. There are funny incidents in th# | life of a photographer. A man came in the other day and looked over all the samples, asking the price of each* says the Edinburgh Scotsman. "Do you want a sitting?" I asked. "I don't see nothin' like what I want,'" he replied. I told him, if he would indicate what he wanted, that I might ar range it. "I don't know as you can," he said, "for I don't see nothin' at all like what I want." I repeated what I had already said, lie asked me to sit while he told me. j "You see, it's like this,"he began, j "I had a girl that I loved, and we i was going to git married. She had j her things made up, and we was all | but ready, when she was taken ill ' and died. And what I wanted was j a picture of me sittin' on her grave weepinV* I was touched at the homely story of grief, and told him I could send a man with him to the grave and have the picture taken as he de sired. "It's some distance," he said. "It's over in Ireland. I expect it 'ud cost a lot to send over your traps for what j I want?" I said it would. "I thought," he answered, "that mebbe you could rig up a grave here in your shop and I would weep on it, and it would do just as well. It's no trouble for me to weep anywhere." Reciprocity Limited. In May and June steamers laden with green peas and strawberries leave Brittany daily for England. These are the spoils of the rich lands about Brest. After Fashoda and the Dreyfus af fair, when an anti-English feeling was rampant, a grocer of this district, dis tinguished in his abuse of the British, denounced the whole race as "despic able preserve-merchants." "Why 'despicable preserve-mer chants?' " some one asked. "Because they make the jams they sell to us. They have no sugar and no fruit. Despicable? Why, they take our sugar and our fruit, and they make us buy their jams!" A storj' as slight as this from Rev. S. Baring-Gould's "Book of Brittany" would be overweighted by the addition of a moral, but it may be hinted that to err peasants and politicians—of a certain stripe—are liable aliks. Turned Over to Mary. A recently published story of the late Lord Morris illustrates his scorn of red tape and petty details. A question had arisen as to the cost of heating the Irish law courts, and a consequential treasury official was sent over from London to Dublin on purpose to investigate the matter. When he introduced himself and ex plained his errand, Lord Morris smiled with suspicious blandness and said: "Certainly, 1 will put you in com munication with the person immedi ately in charge of that department." Then he sent out a messenger, and presently there entered an old char woman. Lord Morris arose and left the room, saying as he did so: "Mary, here is the young man to see about the coal." IlrlnKH lltm Out Kverjr Time. You never really know a man unless you allow yourself to owe him money. —Chicago Daily News, POST CHECK MONEY. A Sfw KIIXI[I>«I1IIII for the Knxy and Sale T run Mini MM If, n of t.'urreney TliroiiKi> Hie MHUM. A clear-headed business man has put his practical mind to work and evolved u sensible plan for postal currency which has been embodied in the Mc- Millan-Gardner bill now before con gress. It seems to be altogether the best suggestion yet pat forth for se curing a safe and convenient method of sending money through the mail. In brief, it, is proposed to re-issneall | one, two and five-dollar treasury notes, | coin or silver certificates now in circu- j lation and have the faces of the new j bills provided with blank lines. This j would be the ordinary money of the i day. When one wishes to send money | by mail, say $2.00; he takes such a bill j from his pocketboolc, writes on its face the name of the person or lirm to whom it is logo, the city and state, affixesand cancels a two-cent stamp in the square I indicated (one-cent stamp for ac tional bills), and signs his name on the back. The bill which previously was negotiable money now becomes a per sonal check on the United States gov ernment for $2.00, as safe for trans- j mission as any bank check. It is en- j closed in a letter to the persrfn or firm j desired and is collected by the receiver) j upon identification at the post'office j named, a new bill being given for the j old one. The scheme would be of great benefit to farmers, business men and publish- j ers; ladies would appreciate its con venience. Business houses now receive j large quantities of postage stamps i through the mail's. One Chicago pub- j lislier reports the receipt of $350,000 in j stamps in one year, nearly SI,OOO per [ day. Ot hers have this same experience on a smaller scale. With post check i money this nuisance is avoided as well as the tiresome and time-consuming 1 trip to the post office to secure a money , order; a convenient, safe and instantly available form of money is supplied with which the public can safely transact mail business which now ag gregated in small sums upwards of two billion dollars a year. The small fee j charged would probably aggregate a larger revenue to the government than j is received from the present money or- j der system. The continual retirement ! and re-issuing of these bills would in- j sure clean money and keep the ci'rcula- ! tion at par. The financial policy of the govern- i ment is not disturbed, the only change being in the form of printing upon the 1 bills. The inventor offers the govern ment his patent free of cost upon adop tion. The acceptance of this system would be hastened if all who desire it would write their senators and repre sentatives in Washington urging its adoption. A CASE OF PROVIDENCE. Jnnc* lfne allowed. The carbine is to be merely a dummy weapon, the idea being to make the officer as little distinguishable from his men as possible, but at the same time to prevent him from yielding to the temptation to shoot when he should be looking after his men,— Allahabad Pioneer, THE "WATER CURE." Grn. Funslon Df»< rlben u TTetlind otf Torture Said to llavn Itfin tlci tl In (tip I'l: 1111>|tiiic«. Ocn. Frederick Funston, in discuss ing- the "water cure," a form of tor ture eliarjyed against the soldiers in the Philippines, said that lie had never seen the "water cure" applied, but he had heard it described. "The victim is botrird and a canteen forced into his mouth," said the general. "Jlis head is thrown upward and back and his raose grasped by the fingers of the torturer. Strangula tion follows as a matter of course. 'When the victim) is about suffocated the application i;» released and he is given a chance to talk on recovery or take another dose of it. The opera tion is brutal beyond a doubt, but hardly fatal. "The charges which I have just re futed at the request of the war de partment was most vague. It was made by 'a soldier' and to the effect that he had 'helped administer the water cure tic 100 natives.' That is the kind of rot ;n soldier is apt to write home when business is dull and he has three or four beers un der his jacket to help his imagina tion. Nothing of the kind ever oc curred with the knowledge of the of ficers or ever occurred at all, for that matter." Vomlbllltj' <»* the Future. If Eastern Siberia grows in the next 50 years as our western states have grown in the last half century, remarks the Chicago Inter Ocean, the people of Siberia and the United States will be singing "Hands Across the Sea" to a new tune. I | 4> ESTABLISHED. 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