6 LONGING. both white and roil ones, Violets, drenched with dew; An-J, oh. but the South is bonny! And, oh, but its skies are blue! l>ut I t-ish sometimes for the Northland Where lakes and streams congeal; For the red and white roses your smooth cheeks hold, And the swift feet shod with steel! Blue glories and white narcissus. And all of the fields a bloom! Sweet, sweet, are the wlnd-tliingf petals; Hut, oh, for the Northland brume! lor the slopes all white tind gleaming. For your pouting lips and red, For the glad, glad, lilt of your laughing voice. And two on a coasting sled! The creak of frosty axles. Borne through the clear, cold air, Kor shrub and tree all irosty white I.ike locks of an ancient's hair; For drifted snow in sheltered spots; Hut more than all for you! And the steolshod flight through the halls of night, 'Neath the star-etched vault and blue! —j. M. L«(vis. In Houston Post. Ci i GAMBLING 112 WITH FATE By WILLIAM WALLACE COOK Author of "Tb" Oi.ld A Story of the Cvauide Tank*.'' "Wilby'i I>*u," "Ht» Fri-nd the Enemy," "Rogers mmmM uf Butte," Kic., Ktc. VWX, (Copjriglit, 1y0... by William Wallace Cook) CHAPTER XI.—CONTINUED. Darrel bent his head thoughtfully on his hand. The next moment the girl's voice came to him tremulously. "What would you advise us to do, Mr. McCloud?" "Please describe your I'aiher to me," he returned, looking. She did so. A glint darted into Bar rel's eyes. Between the Sturgis he iinew and the man described by Miss Avery there were material iifferences. "Elise speaks of her lather as she eaw him last, five years ago," spoke up Mrs. Gorton. "He must have changed since he came west." "You have not seen your father for live years?" asked Barrel, his eyes on the girl's face. "No." "And it has been a year since you heard from him?" "Yes." "From what, part of Montana did his last letter come?" "From Helena." "Then do you not think that Helena would be the best place togo and search for him?" "Mr. Ormsby has instituted some in quiries and thought it best for us to come here, meet you and, if you would be so good as to help us, go 011 to dandy Bar." In a measure, Ormsby hat! cut the ground out from under Barrel's feet. He had withheld from the girl the as sumed name of her father but had named the locality where he might be found. Ormsby was inconsistent. Not only that, but he had heaped upon Barrel the unforseen results of his incon sistency. "What is your father's full name. Miss Avery?" Barrel inquired. "Ezra Avery." Again Barrel lapsed into silence. "I shall do my utmost to help you," said he, finally,"and will make your cause my own. There are no other demands upon my time and I can give this my undivided attention. But I shall want you to agree to one thing beforehand." "What is that. Mr. McCloud?" re turned Mrs. Gorton. "I shall want you to let me have entire charge of the search for Mr. Avery." "We shall be grateful to you for re lieving us of that responsibility," said the girl. "I am a peculiar man, in some re spects," resumed Barrel. "I shall put my heart and soul into this matter and you must trust my judgment implicit ly. If I seem dilatory, or if I do things you cannot understand, will you con tinue to have confidence in me even though I offer no explanations?" A puzzled look crossed the elder lady's face. Her companion, however, gave an affirmative answer. "And I am to have complete charge, added Barrel; "everything is in my hands even to the point of communi cating with the authorities. You have not spoken with any one in Anaconda concerning your mission?" "We called yesterday to see the sheriff," said Mrs. Gorton, "but he was out of town." "I will attend to everything," an nounced Barrel, briefly. "We had intended going at once to Sandy Bar —" began Mrs. Gorton. Barrel shook his head decidedly. "It is a rough mining camp and you must not go there until such a move is absolutely necessary." "We are to remain in Anaconda?" asked Miss Avery. "For the present that will be best." When they rose to leave both ladies thanked him again, the younger one impulsively giving her hand. A sunny light all but dispelled the sadness of her face. Hope was strug gling to assert itself and Barrel was the cause. Long after they had left him he sat in a chair by the window, the fair, sorrowful features of the girl plainly before his oves. Never before had he l'elt as he felt then. He was involved in a hopeless tan gle. CHAPTER XII. DARRBIVS MONTH OK INACTION. Four weeks followed, weeks of vac illation ' r.'ing which Barrel fenced with necessity in the effort to gain ! time. He saw Airs. Gorton and Miss Avery almost daily, calling at the pri vate boarding place where they had taken their lodgings. Often he took them driving and they paid many visits to various mines in the surrounding country. And where ever they went there was but oae question in tlie girl's anxious eyes. Both the girl and her aunt were most, patient, The dragging, unfruit ful days must have told heavily upon them but they proved their trust in Barrel by refraining to question hint in any manner. Fatalism took insidious root in Dar t-el's brain during those four weeks. Hitherto lie had been sufficient unto himself; now he was coming to believe that Fate knew thoroughly the end of the game and simply dallied with him. There was a cause for this revulsion of principles. That cause lay with Elise Avery herself. At first there was a wholesome, up lifting delight for Barrel in simply be ing near the girl. He would watch her covertly and. if detected, would shift his gaze guiltily, feeling like a thief. He knew every graceful curve of her face, every fold of her soft, luminous hair, every movement of form or trick of manner. Her eyes opened myste rious voids, wide as Heaven and tleep as space, set with vague delights that passed his understanding. He did not arouse in her the same interest that she aroused in him. Not once, despite his efforts, had she been beguiled out of the deep shadow of grief; not once did she take note of his actions or pay the slightest heed to them. She was grateful to him and showed it in every way. But gratitude was not. all that he had hoped to inspire. Let it stand to Barrel's credit that, the nature of the girl's mission to that jiart. of the west was a sufficient bar rier between them. The circumstances surrounding that mission laid icy hands upon them and pressed them apart. Yet. had these circumstances been different, the matter could not have been otherwise. Through Barrel's "GOD BLESS YOU!" SHIS SAIIJ BRO KENLY. brain, in those days, beat fiercely the words of the Mexicana: "You may be honest but you cannot be honorable." Even while he cried out against the harshness of the judgment he recog nized Bis own unwortliiness. Although his changing manner toward Elise escaped her, it was not so with her aunt. Mrs. Gorton was troubled. At the end of the four weeks Mrs. Gorton contrived an interview with Barrel that did its part towards bring ing the vacillation to an end. This is what Mrs. Gorton conveyed to him; The fate of Elise's father was not alone responsible for her sadness and melancholy. There had been an un fortunate affair of the heart, a mis understanding, and a lover as well as a father had gone out of the girl's life. Nevertheless, that shattered dream had become a part of Elise's existence. The longing that somehow and in some way the paths of herself an.? her lover might cross buoyed her up and gave her strength to face the future. This information was more than enough for Barrel. When he left Mrs. Gorton, after that interview, he was a fatalist and courted the arrows of outrageous fortune. The end of tho game cotild not come too quickly. His resolve to return to Sandy Bar was further strengthened by a letter from Ormsby. Ormsby complained of receiving no word from McCloud and stated that, as business matters called him west, he had planned to halt for a time at Anaconda and would greet his friend in person within the next, ten days. So Barrel once more rode out of An aconda along Blackfoot trail. But, this time Mrs. Gorton and Miss Avery wont with him. They insisted and he couid not refuse. A lumbering old stage coach made the outward trip on alternate days. In this the little party engaged passage and whipped out of Anaconda in a tlriving storm. The storm may have been an evil omen. Barrel's mind was now prone to indulge in such speculations and he afterward so regarded it. CHAPTER XIII. DARREL TALKS WITH AN OLD AC QT'A INTANCE. The principal hotel in Sandy Bar was fulsomely known as the "Grand Central." It was not pretentious and was lacking in many comforts which Mrs. Gorton and Miss Avery would otherwise have considered necessities, but there was nothing else for it. The usual crowd of hangers-on clus tered about the door of the Grand Cen tral when the driver of the Anaconda ' stn&e drew up before it and hailed CAMERON COUNTY PRKSS, THURSDAY, JUNE 2, 1904 with a flr-uriah. Darrel stepped out and swept his eyas over the curious faces of the assembled throng. Almost the first to meet his eyes was that of the young man whom he had met, under such tragic circum stances, at Hawkbill's, and whom he had later seen at the Half Way house. In startled wonder the youth gazed at Darrel as he turned and assisted his companions to alight. Left and right the crowd broke to permit the ladies an unobstructed pas sage into the hotel. Darrel stepped back to attend to the luggage which the driver was handing down to him. An exclamation from Elise Avery caused him to turn in time to witness a dramatic little episode. Elise and her aunt had halted midway of the lane of curious faces and the youth, whom Darrel knew, was confronting the girl in blank amaze. For one intense moment the two gazed at each other. "Elise!" came in a hoarse whisper from the young man's lips. He started forward, one hand waver ing before him. The girl recoiled in stinctively. The next moment she had pressed eagerly forward. "Roy!" she mur mured. But by then the young man had re treated into the ranks of the crowd. A brief pause followed and Mrs. Gor ton. taking her niece by the arm, hur ried her into the hotel. A ripple of astonishment swept among the spectators and Darrel, a puzzled frown on his brow, followed his friends quickly. Elise had sunk into a chair in the office and her aunt was standing near her. Darrel halted an instant to flash a questioning look at Mrs. Gorton. She understood and returned a glance that left no doubt in Darrel's mind. "There is a little parlor upstairs," he murmured; "take her there. I will attend to everything." Elise arose at the touch of her aunt's hand and left the oflice like one in a dream. Darrel was also experiencing somewhat of her bewilderment, hut it did not take from him his grasp of de tails nor make him any the less ac tive. He secured the best rooms in the hotel for his companions and ha.: their luggage taken there. He also ordered that their evening meal should be sent up to them. After Elise had left the parlor Mrs. Gorton came to him. "There is such a thing as destiny, Mr. McCloud," she sighed. "There is," he returned, with su preme conviction. "Who would have dreamed that we should meet Roy Lenyard here, in this little corner of the world, as we have done?" "The world is not so large." "It would seem so, yet—yet I can hardly credit my senses." "Love is a magnet," went on Darrel, Boftly. a distant look in his eyes. "A double magnet, it appears, has drawn Elise to Sandy Bar. You say there is a misunderstanding between them?" "A misunderstanding pure and sim ple, Mr. McCloud." He was silent for a little. "I am glad that it has so fallen out," he said, finally. She looked at him wonderingly. "Why are you glad?" she asked. "1 cannot tell you now." He spoke hastily and with a stern attempt to smother the sharp pain that came with Hie words. "You will know soon." Ho started unsteadily toward the door, but the elder lady caught up with him and rested a soft hand on his shoulder. "God bless you!" she said, brokenly. He went downstairs and out into the street, searching anxiously every j laoe he met. He had no time to mar vel at the course true love was taking insofar as it concerned Elise Avery and Roy Lenyard. What concerned him most was the misunderstanding between the two. That could be explained away anil would help to heal the wound to be caused by the announcement of Ezra Avery's death. Knowledge of her father's fate could i not be kept much longer from Elise i and it was God's providence that Roy Lenyard was there. Only a momentary indecision had prevented a reconcilia tion at their unexpected meeting at the hotel door. It was now Darrel's business to dispel every doubt and pave the way for the harsh news to follow. After that —Murgatroyd! After clear ing his own name Darrel cared not what might happen. From one end of the street to the other Darrel walked, searching for Lenyard. The limits flamed out over the entrance of Hawkbill's and Darrel went in. Roulette wheels and card tables looked very tempting to him and some thing urged him to play another game there where he had played the last. He fought oft the desire, looked around the long room and whirled and went out. His thoughts were never more busy with plans and expedients, but he was none the less watchful. Suddenly he became aware that Lenyard was fol lowing him. dogging his steps stealth ily from point to point and trying to keep out of sight. Darrel did not ask himself what this might mean, but turned into the hall-' way leading up to Murgr.troyd's office. He did not ascend the stairs, but halt ed and waited. In a few moments the young man showed himself at the door. Instant ly Darrel stepped out and confronted him. "Your name is Lenyard," said Dar j rel, quietly, "and you may call me Mc j Cloud. I wish to talk with you." "I do not care to talk with you." was the short answer. Lenyard would have made off down the street had not Darrel thrust an arm through his. "Come, come," said Darrel. "For some reason you seem to have become of me, hut I want tr> he your trend." "You can never be a friend of mine," was the harsh retort. "Very well," was the unruffled re sponse. "You can at least grant me 15 minutes of your time—for the sake of Elise." Lenyard's arm trembled against Dar rel's and he walked a few steps with out comment. "Where are you taking me?" he de manded. at last, halting abruptly. "To the Grand Central." "Not there! It you are hound to talk with me it must be somewhere else." They went to Hawkbill's. It w r as too early for the games and only a few people were at the place. At a table in an obscure corner they seated them selves, Darrel in such position that his eyes commanded the door. [To Be Continued.l CHANGED HIS COMPLAINT. .liiMt iim a Favor to the Pntient. WIIO Willi toil to Throw II in Wife oil tin* Subject. A working man entered the surgery of a village physician and sat down on a sofa with the air of a martyr, relates London Tit-Bits. "Doctor," he said, "you're treating me for liver complaint, aren't you?" "Yes, my man," answered the doc tor. "You have every symptom of that malady." "I believe I have, but I want you to treat, me for something else, just as a favor." "My good fellow, what do you mean? Explain yourself." "Well, doctor, to make a clean breast of it, I must tell you that my wife's at the bottom of it. She nags me almost to death about that wretched liver of mine. Whenever I fancies a glass of beer or puts a pipe 011. she says: 'Now, John, mind your liver,' and I has to do without, a drink or stop smoking, as the case may be. It's liver this and liver t'other until I can't stand it any longer." "But. I don't see that I can help you, my man." "Yes, you can, if you will. All you've got to do is to change my complaint. Christen it by a foreign name that my wife can't get her tongue round and then I shall have some peace." So the amused physician named the malady hepatitis icterus, and the pa tient went home in triumph to flabber gast his wife. Ilolihie 1111 run. The mature of the Scots has been likened to the cold mist: and granite of their native hills, and perhaps with truth; and yet it must be warm in the hearts of a people whose eyes grow dim with tenderness when they sing the songs that were born over a cen tury ago in the love-warm heart that thrilled not only for the mighty Wal lace and noble Bruce, but also for the little dying field mouse whose fright ened heart ceased beating at his feet. Burns' was the voice of a silent peo ple, giving expression to the emotions they hide under a cold exterior. And how much colder and grayer the old Galloway land would seem without tfio memory of Robert Burns, who may bo likened to a glowing rose growing up on the gray rocks; a rose that will never die, for to be forgotten is the only death. —From"The Rose and th« Hock," by Kathleen L. Greig, in Four- Track News. The Duke'n Treasure. In illustration of the lavishness with which Chatsworth house is endowed with art treasures anil of the distrait element which is supposed to be a feature of the duke of Devonshire's mind, an amusing story, went tho round of tlie French press at the time of the last Paris exhibition. The duke, it.was said, was strolling through tho loan section of the English exhibits with a friend and stopped to look with admiration at a porphyry table of matchless beauty. He examined it long with the eye of a connoisseur, and at last exclaimed: "I wonder who is the owner of such a beautiful specimen of workmanship! I almost feel inclined to envy him." His companion, who had consulted the catalogue, handed it to him with a smile. It contained the information that the table came from Chatsworth house, and was lent by the duke of Devonshire.—London Chron icle. "I'lis* I lie Kant Wind." They were at dinner. Little Tommy, who is rather of an inquiring turn of mind, had been gazing at his father's somewhat rosy countenance for some time. At latst he said: "Papa, what makes your face and nose so dre'f'ly red?" "The east wind, of course," answered papa, rather hastily. "Do not talk so much, Thomas, and pass me the beer." It was then that a voice came front the other end of the table in dulcet tones, saying: "Tommy, dear, pass your papa the 'east wind,' and be careful not to spill it on the clean cloth."—London Tit- Bits. Ofll<-lnlly Dead. A .curious incident occurred in an English police court recently when a man named Travis was sentenced to a month's imprisonment for obtaining a postal order by false pretenses. He pleaded that he was "officially dead," and his story was that when with the British army in South Africa he de serted. obtained some clothes from the Kaffirs, made his way to the coast and worked his passage home. He then discovered that he was reported dead, and though he subsequently gave him self up as a deserter the war office gavt | an official assurance that he had "died at the front," and would not arrest li —N. Y. Tribune. WILL BUILD PANAMA DITCH. Chicago Man Named as Chief Engineer of Isthmian Waterway, at Salary of $25,000. Chicago Special. John Findley Wallace, of Chicago general manager of the Illinois Central railroad, has notified the Panama canal commission at Washington of his ac ceptance of the post of chief engineer in charge of the construction of the isth mian waterway. Mr. Wallace will take up his work on June 1, at an annual salary of $25,000. His headquarters for some time will be at the national capital. It probably will take two years for preliminary work-, and then the engineer will goto the isthmus, to remain until the canal is completed. Nearly $200,000,000 will be » JOHN FINDLEY WALLACE. (Chief Engineer in Charge of Construction of the Panama Canal.) expended, and 50,000 men will be em ployed, besides skilled labor. The appointee was born at Fall River, Mass., and graduated as a civil engineer at Monmouth university, Monmouth, 111., of which his father was founder. He entered railway service in 1869 as rod man. and ten years later became chiel engineer of the Peoria & Farmington railway, the construction of which he supervised. In 1887 he became bridge engineer for the Santa Fe. and in 1892 was appointed chief engineer of the Illi nois Central. During seven years he held this position, in 1898 became as sistant second vice president, in 1901 as- I sistant general manager, and in Septem ber, 1902, general manager of the sjs tem. He resides at 4427 Greenwood ave nue, Chicago. MINISTER HAS READY WIT. Told Drunken Rough Who Tried Hard to Be Smart to Keep His Own Family Record. Washington (D. C.) Special. Representative Littlefield, of Main*.', tells this: "A really good minister generally has a ready answer for him who would cast a slur on the Bible or on religion. It j seems that the good Lord has furnished 1 them with the ammunition which is al : ways ready to be tired into the scoffc-r and sinner. "In my state a good minister had an appointment to preach at one of the : small places, a rougn-and-ready sort of : joint, where the men didn't care much : how things went. It was Saturday even ing when the minister rode up to the j only hotel or boarding house in the i place, and he was soon surrounded by ; several of the men who had been im- CH \ RLES E. LITTLEFIELD. (Maine Congressman Who Can Tell a Story as Well as Make a Speech.) bibing In the spealc-easy. One of them asked: " 'Be you the parson who .has come here to preach?' " 'Yes, sir,' calmly and politely replied the minister. " 'Well, parson, can you tell me and my friends how old the devil is?' " 'Keep your own family record, my friend,' was the quick answer as the minister dismounted and walked into the house." Black List of Drunkards. When a person is convicted of drunk enness in Taunton, Mass., his or her name is sent to the keepers of the various sa loons in the city. Should the saloon keepers, alter this warning, sell intoxi cants to the person named on the warn ing, before six months have expired, they are liable to a heavy fine. A Lioness Black as Jet. A jet-black lioness, a most beautiful beast, has been added to the collection of animals in the Jardin des Plantea, in Paris. Lions of this color are found only in the interior of the Sahara, and are Ecarco even there. Soap in the East Indies. Few of the natives of the East Indies i"'« soap. When a piece is shown to a native, and the raising of lather is demonstrated, it is viewed wit- curios ity. 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The recent discovery by Mr. Allen, a Dublin veterinary surgeon, that or dinary turpentine is an antidote to carbolic acid has aroused great inter est. Recently a well known chemical expert in Dublin tested the efficacy ;of the antidote on a dog. A dose of carbolic acid was first administered, and when all the ordinary symptoms j of carbolic poisoning had been devel- I oped, oil of turpentine was applied and the dog recovered within a short time. | It is a curious thing about the dis ! covery that is was due more or less i to an accident. Mr. Allen had some 1 horses in his establishment which | were suffering from carbolic poison- I ing, and he asked for oil to be applied ' as an antidote. It was only when the effects were found to be so unexpectedly success ! ful that it was discovered that it was I turpentine that had been administer ed. A few days after a blacksmith who I was unconscious from the effects of carbolic poisoning was treated simi i larly, with satisfactory results. MEETS BRIDE ON VOLCANO. Illinois Congressman Weds Young Woman He First Saw at Hawaiian Crater. Congressman William A. Rodenberg j of East St. Louis, 111., was recently ! married at Asbury Park, N. J., to : Miss Mary Brent Ridgway, formerly of Hilo, Hawaii. The wedding fol lows a pretty romance in which the volcano Kilauea figures with more or less prominence. Congressman Rodenberg was ap pointed to the civil service commis sion by President McKinley. In the performance of his duties he visited Hawaii. The great volcano was then in a state of eruption. Here he form ed the friendship of Miss Ridgway, whom he met with her mother. Mr. Rodenberg remained two months in the island, long enough for the friend ship formed under the towering vol j cano to ripen into love. The bride is a descendant of John C. Calhoun and John C. Breckinridge. She comes of Quaker stock and is a member of the well known Ridgway family of Philadelphia. Thcye is said to be a flood of coun terfeit money in New Jersey. Some thing of that kind, says the Chicago | Tribune, might be made useful in j watering trust stocks. WHAT THE KING EATS. What's Pit for Him. A Massachusetts lady who has been through the mill with the trials of the usual housekeeper and mother relates an interesting incident that occurred not long ago. She says: ,- I can with all truthfulness say that Grape-Nuts is the most beneficial of all cereal foods in my family, young as well as old. It is food and medicine both to us. A few mornings ago at breakfast my little boy said: " 'Mamma, does the king eat Grape- Nuts very morning?' "I smiled and told him I did not know, but that I thought Grape-Nuts certainly made a delicious dish, fit for a king." (It's a fact that the king of England and the German emperor both eat Grape- Nats.) 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