6 - THE LAW. •T!s a trutti ns old as the soul of things— Whatever ye sow ye reap. "Tts the cosmic law that forever springs From the unimagined deep. 'Tis shown in the manifold sorrowings Of the race; in remorse with its secret slings; Thai he who grief to his brother brings In his turn some day shall weep. To the mnn who hears his victim's cries And hardens his heart at the sound, At last a N> m< sis dread shall rise From out of the void profound. Who sows in selfishness, greed, and hate Bhall gain his deserts in the years that wait For the slow and remorseless wheel of Fate Forever turns 'round and 'round. If yp give out of mercy and love and light, The same shal! return to you; For the standards of right are Infinite Ar.d the scales of the gods are true. By its good or evil each life is weighed; In motives and deeds is its record made; In the coin ye pay ye shall be repaid, When your wages at last fall due. —J. A Edgerton, in Denver News. My Strangest Case BY GUY BOOTHBY. Author of "Dr. Kikola," "The Heautiful White Devil," "Pharos, Tha Egyptian," Etc. (Copyrighted, liWl, by Ward, Lock A Co.] CHAPTEK V.—CONTINUF.D. When he had gone 1 sat down at my desk to think. I had had a good many surprises in my life, but I don't know that I had ever been more as tonished than I was that afternoon. If only I had been aware of Hayle's identity when he had called upon me two mornings before, how simply everything might have been ar ranged! As u matter of fact I had been talking with the very man I had been paid to find, and, what was worse, had even terminated the in terview myself. When I realized everything, I could have kicked my self for my stupidity. Why should I have suspected him, however? The very boldness of his scheme carried conviction with it! Certainly, Mr. Gideon Hayle was a foeman worhy of my steel, and I began to realize that, with such a man to deal with, the enterprise I had taken in hand was likely to prove a bigger affair than I had bargained for. "Having failed in both his attempts to get me out of the way, his next move will be to leave Kngland with as little delay as possible," I said to myself. "If only I knew in what part of London he was staying, I'd ran sack it for him, if I had to visit every house in order to do so. As it is, he has a thousand different ways of es cape, and unless luek favors me I shall be unable to prevent him from taking his departure." At that moment there was a tap at the door and my clerk entered the room. "Mr. Kitwater and Mr. Codd to see you, sir." "Show them in," T said, and a mo ment later the blind man and his companion were ushered into my presence. Codd must have divined from the expression upon my face that 1 was not pleased to see them. "You must forgive me for troubling you again so soon," said Kitwater, as he dropped into the chair I had placed for him, "but you can under stand that we are really anxious about the affair. Your letter tells us that you discovered that Hayle was in London a short time since, and that he had realized upon some of the stones. Is it not possible for you to discover some trace of his whereabouts?" "I have not been able to do that yet," I answered. "It will be of in terest to you, however, to know that he called upon me here in this room, and occupied the chair you are now Bitting in, three days ago." Kitwater clutched the arm of the chair in question and his face went as white as his beard. "In this room three days ago, and sitting in your presence," he cried. "Then you know where he is, and can take us to him?" "I regret that such a thing is out of my power," I answered. "The man came into and left this room without being hindered by me." Kitwater sprang to his feet with an oath that struck me as coming rather oddly from the lips of a mis sionary. "I see it all. You are in league witli him," he cried, his face suffused with passion. "You are siding with him against us. By God you are, and I'll have you punished for it. You hoodwinked us, you sold us. You've taken our money, and now you've gone over and are acting for the enemy." I opened the drawer of my table and took out the envelope he had priven me when he had called. For a reason of my own I had not banked the note it contained. "Excuse me, Mr. Kitwater," I said, speaking as calmly as I could, "but there seems to be a little misunder standing. I have not sold you, and I have not gone over to the enemy. There is the money you gave me, and I will not charge you anything for the little trouble I have beep put to. That should convince you of my integrity. Now perhaps you will leave my otliee, and let me wash my hands of the whole affair." I noticed that little Codd placed his hand upon the other's arm. It traveled down until their hands met. I saw that the blind man was mak ing an effort to recover his com posure, and I felt sure that he re gretted ever having lost it. A mo ment later Codd came across the room to my table, and, taking up a piece of paper, wrote upon it the following words: "Kitwater is sorry, I am fiure. Try to forgive him. Remember what he li** auii'eieU iiajic," The simplicity of the message touched me. "Bray sit down a minute, Mr. Kit water," I said, "and let me put my self right with you. It is only natural that you should get angry, if you think I have treated you as you said just now. However, that does not happen to be the case. I can assure you that had I known who Hayle was, I should have taken very good '.eclge, hut the moral is a good one for all that. Itosu's Honlienr's Lions. Rosa Bonheur gave the freedom of her gardens to the lions of the me nagerie at By. Sometimes the passers by on the road would regard with stu pefaction a tawny lion crouching on the terrace of Mile. Rosa, and gazing majestically from the height of the wall which formed his pedestal. How ever, after awhile the artist grew tired of entertaining such expensive guests, which, moreover, in spite of all as surances, kept the neighborhood in a constant state of terror, and she gave her last lion, so carefully tamed, to the Jardin des I'lantes. It was a privilege to hear the charming woman tell of her visit to her imprisoned pet, of how sad he was, revelling no longer in the caresses of his mistress, while his mane looked dirty and uncombed. "The poor animal," said she, "rose up wh?!F he saw me, and his glance, so eloquent and pathetic, seemed to tell me—l am wrong; his look actually said: 'See what they have done to me. I am weary. 1 suffer. Save me! Take me back!' " —Harper's Magazine. A llurnt of (*encroNlty, A man from Dunedin once visited (the town of) Wellington. An Irish friend insisted upon the visitor staying at his house instead of at a hotel, and kept him there for a month, playing the host in detail, even to treating him to the theaters and other amusements, paying all the cab fares, and thereat. When the visitor was returning to Dunedin, the Irishman saw him down to the steamer, and they went into the saloon to have a parting drink. "What'll you have?" asked the host, continuing his hospitality to the very last. "Now, look here," said the man from Dunedin, "I'll line nae mair o' this. Here ye've been keepin' me at yer hoose for a month, an' payin' for a' the the aters an' cabs an' drinks—l tell ye I'll stan' nae mair o' it! We'Jl just hae a toss for this one!"— The Scotsman. Excessive Politeness. There is a man who is always apolo gizing, and some say: "How courte ous he is!" Know that he is a thorough and aggressive egotist. He runs against you, he steps on your foot, he tries to pass you 011 the left, he knocks your hat as he hangs by a strap in the car, he sits on your coat tail—what does he not do to call attention to his own breeding? Sometimes he throws the accent on "beg," sometimes on "par don." The speech is merely a rhetori cal flourish and he has practiced all the variations).—Boston Journal. Omino 11s. When a woman's eyes look like fire, and she rattles the dishes more in cooking than usual, it means that when her husband appears, she intends to *ti»rt some thinAUfaisoa Globe. PUZZLE PICTURE, "NMXG A n \O, HAZEL," I'L.M) HAZEL. COSTLY POCKET IN OVERCOAT. That In SmnTl CliniiKe Hay lie l'ut It u threat Temptation to Thieves*. One of the handiest pockets in nn overcoat, whether tlie garment be for sprint*, fall, or winter, is the little thunib-and-finger pocket on the out side of the coat, and which lies just on a line with a man's suspender but tons on the right side. And yet this little thumb-and-finger pocket in the £OO,OOO overcoats worn in Chicago costs Chicago men $5,000 a year, putting the figures at a low esti mate, says the Tribune. How and why? At least 150,000 men within the last few weeks have changed from winter ulsters to spring overcoats. How many of these men, feeling in the thumb-and-finger pocket, from force of habit, found from five to 45 cents in them How ma ny foil nil quarters, and dimes, and pennies, and car tickets? The fact is, that of all pockets in mans clothing, this small pocket in an overcoat is most evanescent and un certain in his memory. His trousers' pockets, side and hack, are in constant use; his vest pockets and the inside pockets of his cutaway coat are essen tial every day; his gloves and a hand kerchief occupy the two hig*pocket.s of his top coat on either side. And only when it is cold or windy or wet is man prompted to put his small change in the small pocket <»f his overcoat. And when he has put it there in Chicago there are 5,000 persons in the city who are look ing for it. Checking overcoats at hotels, res taurants and theaters is a growing custom in 1 his city, and il would startle even a pessimistic statistician to know how many dimes, quarters, nickels and pennies are abstracted in a year from these pockets. Xot one man in fifty who jiiits change in this pocket could swear that he put it there. It is change from a piece paid for carfare, nearly always; if not that, it is a coin put into that pocket with which to pay fare.and which is forgotten when the passenger on a car reaches finally for the change in a trouser's pocket. Not one man in ten, no matter how methodical he may be, ever is sure of the contents of that pocket, and if lie reaches for a coin there and doesn't find it, lie is nearly always satisfied. Kven if he feels sure of havingput it there just before check ing his coat, the possibility that a pick pocket may have got it is so plausible that the victim cannot say anything. For one of the easiest jobs for the small pickpocket is furnished by this small slit in the ordinary overcoat. A crowded circus, horse show, game or sportsmen's show, or fat stock show are gold mines to these small workers. Crowding in between men this small pocket is picked without the smallest chance of detect ion. In sleeping cars and in parlor cars dishonest porters receive many an in voluntary tip. The passenger goes to the station in a hurry, and his change, for convenience, is putin this pocket "I beheld a man clothed with side, who reported matter."—-Ezek Tlie man with the ink horn is * * influential. He occupies a posi- I The Man of ; tion of more influence than the * J teacher, the doctor, the actor, the t tho POD * lawyer and even the minister. * _______ * \N lien he takes his place in the 112 By REV. WILLIAM RADER, I < M,Uo ™] chair HE IS AI'.LE TO T Pastor Third Congregational Church, V J LACE I! IS KIXGER OX TI"I E San Francisco. T R»TTT r*r* /-NTH +***************+********* . . • ' () KI.D. He is in the very heart of civilization. Around him surge the tides of influence. Journalism has the advantage over all other professions because of a peculiar influence. Wendell Phillips made two remarks which indicate this. He once said that the New York penny newspapers governed the administration at Washington. Addressing a roaring mob on one occasion he paused long enough to say to the reporters: "You may howl if you will, but through these pencils I speak to forty millions of people," and the following morning the millions read his words. Napoleon Bonaparte said he feared four newspapers more than 100,000 soldiers. NEWSPAPERS MAKE AND UNMAKE MEN. They made Henry Ward Beecher and Dr. Talmage and put Chauncey Depew in the American senate. as he receives it from the street oar conductor. A dishonest porter can pick out this change with the traveler looking 1 at him and there will be no chance of detection. Last winter a Chicago man rode to Dearborn station in a street car, and, owing t<> the cold, put the two dimes | received from a quarter into this one I distrusted pocket, lief or* 1 he got into the sleeping car, southbound, he felt j that he would remove those dimes. | l>ut he didn't. He hung his coat toone I of the hammock hooks, sat anil read j for awhile; went into the smoking room for live minutes, and then, com ing back to his coat, found that the porter luul picked up the grip from the floor and put it on the seat; that, incidentally, he had rearranged the Coat on the hook—and taken the two dimes. The passenger said nothing. Next morning, in leaving the train, however, he allowed the porter to dust him elab orately, crease his hat. and take his grip out to the station platform. Then, holding out a coin to the ready palm, he said, grimly: "Ah, here's that other nickel, George." And George's eyes ought to be bule ing yet. The Sioux n* Farmers, Maj. William McLaughlin, who knows more about Sioux t ban any man. in the country, says:"l he Sioux are rapidly becoming farmers and cattle raisers, and 1 feel >afe in saying that at least seven-eighths of the tribe are to-day leading a civilized life. For some time after tlx last outbreak and before they finally settled down and became farmers and cattlemen, the Sioux dwindled rapidly in population, but now that they are leading the lives of white men and civilized beings, their number is rapidly increasing. For this they deserve considerable credit, for.it will be noticed that when the Sioux did finally consent to give up their savage life, they did so quicker and with better grace and more success fully than any other tribe in the United States placed under like circum stances."—National Tribune. Most Important. "I thought you said this was a life or-dcath case?" growled the sleepy druggist, who had been awakened at three a. m. by a man who wanted a two cent stamp. i "So it is," declared the man; "so it is. I've got to mail this letter to my wife at once, that she may get it in time to postpone her return home long enough for me to have a new mirror putin the parlor and the hall repapered. Some of the boys spent the evening with me to night."—Judge. Too Many Dogx. In northern Patagonia a reward is offered for the extermination of the dogs that overrun that part of the world. The ancestors of these wild dogs were a pair of tame collies, which! were taken over by a Scotchman straight from his native heath.—Chi cago Tribune. linen, who had an ink horn by his iel, ix., 11.