6
CONTINUOUS PERFORMANCE.
Couies a patter, patter, patter on the
stairs, and then a clatter,
And it really doesn't matter. In the room
just next to mine,
That I'm very busy reading: at the door
two eyes are pleading;
Though 1 seem to be unheeding, yet 1
somehow catch their shine;
Then some one Is tlppytoelng like a pink
tint blossom blowing
Toward where I sit unknowing, and two
eyes of laughing blue
Eye me in a breathless fashion, in a
tickled, gleeful passion-
Then somebody gives a dash on, and
somebody hollers "Boo!"
And it's quite upsetting, very; while her
gleeful laugh and merry
Wakes the echoes—l am scary and I
give a jump and whoop;
Scared to death! and fairly shrinking,
looking fearfully, and blinking
Where two glad, glad eyes are drinking
every symptom, ttien I stoop
And t catch and strain her to me, while
a glad delight runs through me;
Whate'er fate may yet do to me I've
this moment, anyhow!
I've the moment's sweet caresses, I've
this moment's tendernesses.
Tin se blue eyes and these gold tresses
I've this grand, enchanted "Now!"
So it is when days of hurry pass me on
to nights of worry
There's a scamper and a scurry, and a
baby hollers "Boo!"
Anil the worry gives a glimmer and keeps
getting dimmer, dimmer,
And just fades out in a shimmer of
two loving eyes of blue;
And, nil serious thought deriding, where
I'm walking, where I'm biding,
There's a buneh of mischief hiding,
there's a baby just as glad
That somebody is so scary, so forgetful
and unwary,
So jumpsldeways and so rarey as this
fellow who's her dad.
From when in the early morning, beauty
I aps ami slumber scorning.
Conn s a voice of baby warning, saying:
"Papa, I'm am woke,"
Till the wide blue eyes are sleepy, and
the laughing voice is cheery,
And the active tyke is creepy, life's a
never-ending joke;
Till she says her "Now me lays me" and
'lf me s'culd »lie me pways me"
Till she sudden doth amaze me by quick
lifting up her head,
And just looking at me steady, saying:
"Papa, me ain't weady,"
Says, with lingers all outspread, she
doesn't " 'ants to do to bed."
—J. M. Lewis, in Houston Post.
D'ri and I
By IKVING BACHELLER
Author of " Eben Holden," "Darrel of
the Blessed Isles," Etc.
M """""""^
(Copyright, ltfOl. by Lotlirop Publishing Company.;
CHAPTER VI. —CONTINUED.
We ate crackers and cheese while the
landlord was telling of the west roads
and the probable location of the Brit
ish. He stopped suddenly, peered over
my shoulder, and blew out the candle.
We could hear a horse neighing in
the yard.
"Some oue et the window," he
whispered. Then he ran to the door
and drew the bolt. "Ain' much idee
who 't is," lie added, peering out of
the window. "By gosh! more 'n a
dozen folks out here, soldiers tew,
most uv 'em on horseback. Cope
quick."
We followed him upstairs, in the
dark, as they began to pound on the
door. From the yard a light flashed
up. They were evidently building a
file so that they could have better
shooting if we came out.
"May set the house afire," said the
landlord.
He quickly unwound a big hose that
ran up to a tank in the peak above
us.
"Plenty o' water?" D'ri whispered.
"Rivers uv it," said the landlord.
"Tank's connected with the reservoir,
o' the lead-works on the hill up there.
Pig wooden pipe comes in the gable
end."
"Turn 'er on," said D'ri, quickly,
"an" let me hev that air hose."
The landlord ran up a ladder. D'ri
stuck the hose out of the window.
The stream shot away with a loud hiss.
1 stood by and saw the jet of water
leap forth as big as a pikestaff. A
man went off his horse, sprawling as
if he had been hit with a club. The
jet leaped quickly from one to another,
roaring on man and beast. There was
a mighty scurry. Horses went head
long down the hill, some dragging their
riders. In the silence of the night,
bedlam had broken loose. The shout
ing men, the plunging horses, the
stream of water roaring on rock and
road, woke the village. Men came
running from behind (he house to see
what had happened, then rushed after
their horses. Some fell cursing as the
water hit them. The landlord put hi.?
mouth to my ear.
"Mek fer yer hosses," he hissed.
We were below-stairs and out of
the door in a jiffy. Two men fled be
fore us at the stable, scrambled over
the fence, and went tumbling down
hill. We bridled our horses with all
speed, leaped upon them, and went
rushing down the steep road, our
swords in band, like an avalanche.
They tried to stop us at the foot of the
hill, but fell away as we came near.
I could hear the snap of their triggers
in passing. Only one pistol-shot came
after us, and that went high.
"Guess their ammunition 's a leetle
wet," staid D'ri, with a shout that
turned into laughter as we left the
Britinn behind us.
A party of four or five mounted and
t?ave chase; but our powder was a bit
iiier than theirs, and for a time we
ukod the road with our bullets. What
'.'"fell them I know not. I only know
"iat liny held up and fell out of hear
•''ig.
Crossing a small river at daylight,
wo took the bed of It, making our way
slowly for half a Mile or so into the
woods. There we built a fire, and gave
the horses half the feed in our sad
dle-bags, and ate our mess on a flat
rock.
'Never hed no secli joemightyful
time es thet afore," said D'ri, as he sat
down, laughing, and shook his head.
"Jerusliy Jane! Did n't we come down
thet air hill! Luk slidin' on a greased
pole."
"Comin" so luk the devil they did
n't dast git 'n er way," said Thurst.
"We wus all rippin' th' air 'ith them
air joemightyful sabers, tew," D'rl
went on. "Hed a purty middlin' sharp
edge On us. Stuck out luk a haystack
right 'n' left."
He began bringing wood as he sang
the chorus of his favorite ballad:
Li toorul I oorul I oorul I ay, etc.
Thurst knew a trail that crossed the
river nearby and met the Caraway
Pike a few miles beyond. Having eat
en, I wrote a dispatch to be taken
back by Thurst as soon as we reached
the pike. Past 10 o'clock we turned
into a rough road, where the three of
us went one way and Thurst another.
I rode slowly, for the horses were
nearly fagged. I gave them an hour's
rest when we put up for dinner. Then
we pushed on, coming in sight of the
Chateau Le Ray at sundown. A splen
did place it was, the castle of gray
stone fronting » fair stretch of wooded
lawn, cut by a brook that went splash
ing over rocks near by, and sent its
velvet voice through the wood and
field. A road of fine gravel led through
groves of beech and oak and pine
to a grassy terrace under the castle
walls. Presently a tall, handsome
man, with black eyes and iron-gray
hair and mustache, came down a path,
clapping his hands.
"Welcome, gentlmen! It is the
Capt. Bell?" said he, with a marked
accent, as he came to me, his hand ex
tended. "You come from Monsieur the
Gen. Brown, do you not?"
'I do," said I, handing him my mes
sage.
He broke the seal and read it care
fully.
"I am glad to see you—ver' glad to
see you!" said he, laying his hands
upon my shoulders and giving me a
little shake.
The two servants went away with
D'ri and Seth and the horses.
"Come, captain," said my host, as he
led the way. "You are in good time
for dinner."
We entered a great triangular hall,
lighted by y*de windows above the
door, and candelabra of shining brass
that hung from its high ceiling. There
were sliding doors of polished wood
on each side of it. A great stairway
filled the point of the triangle. 1
was shown to my room, which was
as big as a ball-room, it seemed to
me, and grandly furnished: no cas
tle of my dreams had been quite so
fine. The valet of the count looked
after me, with the offers of new linen
and more things than I could see use
for. He could not speak English, 1
remember, and I addressed him in the
good French my mother had taught
me.
The kind of life I saw in this grand
home was not wholly new to me, for
both my mother and my father had
known good living in their youth,
and I had heard much of it. I should
have been glad of my new uniform;
but after I had had my bath and put
on the new shirt and collar the valet
had brought me, I stood before the
long pier-glass and saw no poor figure
of a man.
The great dining-hall of the count
was lighted with many candles when
we came into dinner. It had a big
fireplace, where logs were blazing, for
the night had turned cool, and a long
table with a big epergne of wrought
silver, filled with roses, in its
center. A great silken rug lay un
der the table, on a polished floor, and
the walls were hung with tapestry. I
sat beside the count, and opposite me
v-as the daughter of the Sieur Louis
Francois de Saint-Michel, king's for
ester under Louis XVI. Therese, the
handsome daughter of the count, sat
facing him at the farther end of the
table, and beside her was the young
Marquis de Gonvello. M. I'idgeon, the
celebrated French astronomer, Moss
Kent, brother of the since famous
chancellor, the Sieur Michel, and the
Isaroness de Ferre, with her two wards,
the Misses Louise and Louison de
Lambert, were also at dinner. These
young ladies were the most remark
able of the company; their beauty was
so brilliant, so fascinating, it kindled
a great fire in me the moment I saw
it. They said little, but seemed to
have much interest in all the talk of
the table. I looked at them more than
was polite, I am sure, but they looked
at me quite as often. They had big,
beautiful brown eyes, and dark hair
fastened high with jewelled pins, and
profiles like those of the fair ladies
of Sir Peter Lely, so finely were they
cut. One had a form a bit fuller and
stronger than the other's, but they
were both as tall and trim as a young
beech, with lips cherry-red and cheeks
where one could see faintly the glow of
their ycung blood. Their gowns were
cut low, showing the graceful lines of
neck and shoulder and full bosom.
I had seen pretty girls, many of them,
but few high-bred, beautiful young
women. The moment I saw these two
some new and mighty force came into
me. There were wine and wit a plenty
at the count's table, and other things
that were also new to me, and for
which I retained perhaps too great a
fondness.
The count asked me to tell of our
journey, and I told the story with all
the spirit I could put into my words.
I am liappy to say it did seem to hit
the mark, for I was no sooner done
with our adventure than the ladies
began to clap their hands, and the
Misses de Lambert had much delight
iu their faces when the baroness re
told my story in French.
CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, JANUARY 26, 1905.
Dinner over, the count invited me
to the smoking-room, where, in a cor
ner by ourselves, I had some talk with
him. He told nte of his father—that
lie had been a friend of Franklin,
that he had given a ship and a cargo of
gunpowder to our navy in '76. Like
others I had met under his roof, the
cot;nt had seen the coming of the Iteign
of Terror in France, and had fled with
his great fortune. He had invested
much of it there in the wild country.
He loved America, and had given free
ly to equip the army for war. He
was, therefore, a man of much influ
ence in the campaign of the north,
and no doubt those in authority there
were instructed, while the war was on,
to take special care of his property.
"And will you please teil me," I said
at length, "who are the Misses de Lam
bert?"
"Daughters of a friend in Paris,"
said the count. "He is a great physi
cian. He wishes not for them to mar
ry until they are 21. Mon Dieu! it
was a matter of some difficulty. They
were beautiful."
"Very beautiful!" I echoed.
"They arc admired," he went' on.
"The young men they began to make
trouble. My friend he send them
here, with the baroness, to study—to
finish their education. It is healthy,
it is quiet, and —well, there are no
young gentlemen. They goto bed
early; they are up at daylight; they
hrve the horse! they have boats; they
amuse themselves ver' much. But
tl-ey are impatient; they lons for
Paris —the salon, the theater, the
opera. They are like prisoners: they
cannot make themselves contented.
The baroness she has her villa on a
lake back in the woods, and, mon ame!
it is beautiful there —so still, so cool,
.... "" '' "' """ - ;'.-Y
'''' "
HE BROKE THE SEAL AND READ
IT CAREFULLY,
so delightful! At present they have a
great fear of the British. They lie
awake; they hear a sound in the night,
and, mon Dieu! it is the soldiers com
i»g."
The count laughed, lifting his shoul
dejrs with a gesture of both hands.
Then lie puffed thoughtfully at his cig
arette.
"Indeed," he went on presently, "I
think the invasion is not far away.
They tell me the woods in the north
are alive with British cavalry. I am
not able to tell how many, but, Dieu!
it is enough. The army should inform
itself immediately. I think it is bet
ter that you penetrate to the river to
morrow, if you are no afraid, to see
what is between, and to return by the
woods. I shall trouble you to take a
letter to the Gen. Brown. It will be
ready at any hour."
"At six?" I inquired.
"At six, certainly, if you desire t»
start then," he replied.
He rose ar.d took my arm affection
ately and conducted me to the big
drawing-room. Two of the ladies were
singing as one played the guitar. I
looked in vain for the Misses de Lam
bert. The others were all there, but
they had gone. I felt a singular de
pression at their absence and went to
my room shortly to get my rest, for I
had to be off early in the morning. Be
fore going to bed, however, I sat down
to think and do some writing. But I
could not for the life of me put away
the thought of the young ladies. They
looked alike, and yet I felt sure they
were very different. Somehow I could
not recall in what particular they dif
fered. I sat a time thinking over it.
Suddenly I heard low voices, those of
women speaking in French; I could not
tell from where they came.
"I do wish she would die, the hateful
thing!" said one. (It must be under
stood these words are more violent in
English than they seem in French.)
"The colonel is severe to-night/' saici
another.
"The colonel—a fine baroness in
deed—vieille tyran! I cannot love her.
Lord! I once tried to love a monkey
and had better luck. The colonel keeps
all the men to herself. Whom have
I seen for a year? Dieu! women,
grandpapas, greasy guides! Not a
young man since we left Paris."
"My dear Louison!" said the other,
"there are many things better than
men."
"An nnm de Dieu! But I should like
to know what they are. I have never
seen them."
"But often man are false and evil,"
said the other, in a sweet, low voice.
"Nonsense!" said the first, impa
tiently. "I had rather elope with a
one-legged hostler than always live in
these woods."
"Louison! You ought to «:ross your
self and repeat a Hail Mary."
"Thanks! I have tried prayer. It
is n't what I need. I am no nun like
you. My dear sister, don't you ever
leng for the love of a man—a big,
handsome, hearty fellow who could
take you up in his arms and squeeze
the life out of you?"
"Eh, bien," the other, with a
sigh, "I suppose it is very nice. I do
not dare to think of it."
"Nice! It is heaven, Louise! And
to see a man like that and not be per
mitted to—to speak to him! Think of
it! A young and handsome man—the
first I have seen for a year! Honestly
I could poison the colonel."
"My dear, it is the count as much
as the colonel. She is under his or
ders, and he has an eagle eye."
"The old monkey. He enrages me!
I could rend him limb from limb!"
I could not help hearing what they
said, but 1 did not think it quite fair
to share their confidence any further,
so I went to one of tlie windows and
closed a shutter noisily. The voices
must have come from a little balcony
just under my room.
"My dear sister, you are very ter
rible," said one of them, and then the
shutter came to.and I heard no more.
A full moon lighted the darkness. A
little lake gleamed like silver between
the tree-tops. Worn out with hard
travel, I fell into bed shortly, and lay
a long time thinking of those young
ladies, of the past, of to-morrow and its
perils, and of the farther future. A
new life had begun for me.
CHAPTER VII.
The sun was lifting above the tree
tops when the count's valet called
me that morning at the Chateau Le
Ray. Itobins were calling under my
windows, and the groves rang with
tournaments of happy song. Of that
dinner-party only the count was at
breakfast with me. We ate hurriedly,
and when we had risen the horses were
at the door. As to my own, a tall
chestnut thoroughbred that Mr. Parish
had brought over from England, I
never saw him in finer fettle. I start
ed Seth by Caraway Pike for Ogdens
burg with the count's message.
Mine host laid hold of my elbow and
gave it a good shake as I left, him,
with D'ri, taking a trail that led north
by west in the deep woods. They had
stuffed our saddle-bags with a plenty
for man and horse.
I could not be done thinking of the
young ladies. It put my heart in 3
flutter when I looked back at the cas
tle from the wood's edge and saw one
of them waving her handkerchief in
a window. 1 lilted my hat, and put
my spurs tu the flank with such a
pang in me that I dared not look back
again. Save for that one thing, I
never felt better. The trail was smooth,
and we galloped aloag in silence for
a mile or so. Then it narrowed to a
stony path, where one had enough to
do with slow going to take care of his
head, there were so many boughs in
the way.
"Jerushy Jane!" exclaimed D'ri, as
he slowed down. "Thet air 's a gran'
place. Never hed my karkiss in no
sech bed as they gin me las' night
softer 'n wind, an' hed springs on like
them new wagins ye see over 'n Ver
mont. Jerushy! Dreamed I was flyin'."
I had been thinking of what to do
if we met the enemy and were hard
pressed. We discussed it freely, and
made up our minds that if there came
any great peril of capture we would
separate, each to take his own way
out of the difficulty.
We halted by a small brook at mid
day, feeding the horses and ourselves
out. of the saddle-bags.
"Ain't jest eggzac'ly used t' this
kind uv a sickle," said D'ri, as he felt
the edge of his saber, "but I'll be
dumed ef it don't seem es ef I 'd orter
be ruther dang'rous with thet air 'n
my hand."
[To Be Continued.]
WAS A LONELY PRINCESS.
Win* 11 a <;irl Honnutuin'M Queen
I'lnyed wltli Cliildn'ii Created
by Her Imnßi mi t ioII.
When Carmen Sylva, the poet-queen
of Roumania, was the little princess
of Wied in her father's castle on the
Rhine, she used to sigh because she
was a princess; and she has herself
told how she longed to be a village
child like those that she saw every
day.
Since she could not get out to play
with them, she invented plays of her
own, and in these plays, the trees of
the big castle park were her play
mates. Every day she performed
whole fairy plays, in which one tree
was tbe wicked giant, another the fairy
prince, and so on.
It was natural that this course of
life should fan the enthusiasm of the
child for story-telling; and in her
eleventh year she had begun to write
poetry, while her fourteenth birthday
saw her busy over a drama.
By the time she was 20 she had
written enough poetry, plays and
stories, including several novels, to
make books that would fill a long
shelf; but she showed these to no
body, and it was not until Prince Karl,
of Roumania, took her to that land to
be its queen that she began to publish
any of her work.
Ill* liOMt.
A lady who gave particularly dull
peities, on one occasion invited two
young officers stationed in the neigh
borhood. Only one attended, the other
being on duty.
"Oh!" cried the hostess, "whore is
your friend?"
"Well, wo had to toss up which
should come."
"And you won!" sh» said, archly.
"No, I lost!" —Smith's Weekly.
Auri'i'iilile.
A country schoolmistress with a vein
of humor and much experience says
this is the way to parse the word
"kiss."
"Kiss is a noun, though generally
used as a conjunction. It is never de
clined. It is more common than prop
er. It Is not very singular, and is gen
erally used in the plural number, and
it agrees witl* mo."—Smith's Weekly.
Long-Felt Want.
"Now, bohip patent medicine man ought
to got up a 'Regulator for ( lulls mid Fe
ver,' " suggested the deep thinker.
"What do you mean? An ague cure?"
"Well, no; I mean a regulator that'll
make the chills come on warm days and
the fever on cold days."—Cleveland
Leader.
The Feeble Lad.
Indulgent Mother —John, I wish you'd
quit sending that boy around 011 all sorts
of errands, lie's not a bit well lately and
hardly able to get back and forth from the
practice meets of his athletic club. —Balti-
more American.
All the fun of having a hank account i»
destroyed for a woman becHuse the cashier
knows how much money the hasn't gut.—
N. Y. Press.
Tlie L S. Oept. of Aurlcnltnre
gives to Salter's Oats its heartiest en
dorsement. Salzer's New National Oats
yielded in 1904 from 150 to 300 bu. per
acre in 30 different States, and you, Mr.
Farmer, can beat this in 1905, if you will.
Speltz or F.mmer, above illustrated,
gives 80 bushels grain and four tons hay
besides per acre. It's wonderful. Salzer's
seeds are pedigree seeds, bred up through
careful selection to big yields.
Per Acre.
Salzer's Beardless Barley yielded 121 bu.
Salzer's Home Builder Corn... 300 bu.
Speltz and Macaroni Wheat.... 80 bu.
Salzer's Victoria Rape 60,000 lbs.
Salzer's Teosinte Fodder 160,000 lbs.
Salzer's Billion Dollar Grass... 50,000 lbs.
Salzer's Pedigree Potatoes 1,000 bu.
Now such yields pay and you can have
them, Mr. Fanner, in 1905.
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and this notice to the John A. Salzer Seed
Co., La Crosse, Wis., and you will get
their big and lots of farm seed
samples free. [K. L.]
After a man once loses his reputation it
is pretty hard for him ever to lose it
again.—Judge.
To Cutb a Cold In One Day
Take Laxative Bromo Quinine Tablets. All
druggists refund the money if it fails to cure.
E. VV Grove's signature is on each box. 20c.
The man who struggles unsuccessfully
against fortune is apt to feel that he has
been robbed of the decision.—Puck.
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Owing to the great amount of inter
est that is being taken in Western Can
ada, it is well to be Informed of some
of the facts that are bringing about the
great emigration from portions of the
United States.
The Canadian Government have au
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the facts related in the following may
be corroborated on application. At the,
same time they will be able to quote
you rates, and give you certificates
entitling you to low rates on the dif
ferent lines of railway. The following
letter copied from the North Bend
(Neb.) Eagle, is an unsolicited testi
monial, and the experience of Mr.
Austen Is that of hundreds of other
Americans, who have made CVnada
their home during the past seven or
eight years:
"I presume some may be interested
to know how we have progress . ,1s
year in the Canadian North-West. We
have no complaint to offer. We have
had a good year, crops were good and
we have bad a delightful season. I
threshed from my place 8,650 bushels
of grain. My oats made 65 bushels per
acre and weighed 42 Vi pounds per
bushel. My wheat made 3ly a bushels
per acre and is No. 1 quality. My
barley made about 30 bushels of good
quality. My crop is a fair average of
the crops in the Edmonton district.
"All crops were good here this sea
son. Potatoes the finest I ever saw,
and all vegetables adapted to the
climate. We have had a very fine fall
but no exception to the rule as the fall
season Is, I think, the most pleasant
of the year. Wo have had no snow yet
(Nov. 9), and have been plowing and
working the land preparing for an
early seeding next spring. Last night
the mercury dropped lower than any
previous night this fall and this morn
ing there is a crust of frost on the
fields sufficient to prevent field work.
No doubt many would imagine that Al
berta had put on her winter overcoat
before this and that the people were
wrapped in furs, but it is only a ques
tion of time when this country will not
be looked upon as an Iceberg, but a
country fit for the best of mankind to
live in.
"We are now assured of a transcon
tinental railway, which is to be built
to the Pacific during the next Ave
years. The Canadian Northern road
Is graded to within seventy-five miles
of Edmonton. It comes from Winni
peg, and will reach us next summer, so
with one railroad already at hand, the
second to reach us in less than a year,
and the third to penetrate our city and
open up this country to the west across
the Rockies to the coast within five
years, we surely have reason to believe
.that the country is progressing.
"Very respectfully,
"L. J. Austen."
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25c., 50c. and SI.OO
ALWAYS
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BY ITS NAME
O 0
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ANY OTHER NAME
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UNITED STATES
IMPORTING •
CANADIAN WHEAT
I is NOW A FAOT.
Oct a FIIER IIOMESTF.ADtn WRNTER*
C A.VAOA, or buy some of the best wheat landsott
the continent, and become a producer
The nvprtiijo yield of wheat this year will bo about
twenty bushels to tlio aero The out and barley
crop will also yield abundantly. Splendid climate,
good schools, and ohurches, excellent marketing
facilities.
Apply for information to SrrKHixTENDENT o»
IMMIGRATION, Ottawa, Canada, or to
11. M. WII.I.IAMB, Law Building. Toledo, O
Authorized Canadian Uovernnieut Auent.
Please 9(tu where you saw th if advert iaevim\t.