6 THE TITHING MAN. Ills face was built on the Gothic plan, And grim was the Blare of the tithing man. He lived in the old pod-auger days, When the garb was bombazine and baize; When the candle-mold and loom and swifts Were the handiest things for wedding gifts; In the days when people could not shirk On mute machines the hardest work, lint buckled down the long week through To what their hands could find to do. With grit and grace and elbow-grease, Till Saturday night brought blest release. Then oft to church on Sunday they Obediently pursued their way. At forenoon session and afternoon Heard the Scripture and droned a tune, Then sat them down with upcocked head To listen to what the parson said. And then was the time when they risked the ban Of the solemn and taciturn tlthing-man. Oh, the tlthing-man, the tithing-man! Up at the front he'd sit and scan Tile rugged faces for row on row I,ike sunflowers turned to Phoebus' glow. Hut Morpheus daily by Duty balked Now sought his chance while the parson talked. He poked his fingers in listening ears. He stroked down eyelids and calmed the fears Till head drooped here and head drooped there Under the parson's somber glare. Most of them merely quaffed a sip Of the draft that Morpheus held to lip, Then yanked their chins and snapped their eyes And stared around with grave surprise, lint others dipped and dipped and dipped, Hatching their heads. And then they slipped Over tile border and under the ban Of that vigilant tyrant, the tithing-man. Oh, the tithing-man, the tlthing-man! Koe to slumber! Observe his plan: Yon is a plump and worthy dame Who is tired by distaff and quilting frame. The wearies and worries of six days past Have chased her, and caught her in church at last. Her lips are open, and wafting through Is the soothing whisper of "Ook-apf fo-o-o!" Tlie smile on her face Is rapt and blest, And pity it is she may not rest! Hut the tithing-man of callous soul Poises deftly his lengthy pole. And the end with its tickly rabbit's foot I'ruler her nose is softly put, And lo! from the blest Lethean shore She is back to her cares and toils once more. Hut to him who sits on the other side No fluffy touch Is thus applied. His toil-gnarled hands on his lap are crossed, Mem'ries of back-bent work are lost. And all at once his head tips back And his nose like a bugle yelps: "Aow rak-k-k!" That sound has shocked the mentor's soul. There's a hard, round knob on that lengthy pole. And the luckless head receives a "tunk" That brings it down from the clouds, ker chunk! And eyes that were closed on the things of earth, Beholding in dreams fair food for mirth, Unclose alarmed In this solemn place To blink appeal at the frosty face- That face severe In Its Gothic plan. The face of the glowering tlthing-man. —Holman F. Day, in Youth's Companion. J D'riandl By IRVING BACHF.LLER 1 Author of Eben Holden." "Darrelof the Blessed Isles." Etc. —&r (Copyright, 1901, by Loth-op Publishing Company.) CH APT ER XII.—Co.N TINV E D. I had a high notion, those days, of the duty of a soldier. My father had always told me there was no greater glory for anybody than that of a brave death. Somehow the feeling got to be part of ni". While 1 had little fear of death, I dreaded to be shot like a felon. But I should be dying for my country, and that feeling seemed to light the shadows. When I fell asleep, after much worry, it was to dream of my three countrymen who had fallen to their faces there by the corn. I awoke to find the guard in our cell, and D'ri and he whispering together. He had come with our breakfast. "All I want," D'ri was saying, "is a piece of iron, with a sharp end, half es loug es yer arm." He made no answer, that big, sullen, bulldog man who trought our food to us. When he had gone, D'ri lay over and began laughing under his breaath. "His thinker's goin' ink a sawmill," be whispered. "Would n't wonder ef it kep' 'im awake nights. lie was ask in' 'bout thet air tew thousand dol lars. Ef they 'II let us alone fer three (lays, we 'll bo out o' here. Now, you mark my word." "How?" I inquired. "Jest a leetle job o' slidin' downhill," he said. "There's a big drain-pipe goes under thisccel t' the river, prob'ly. He says it 's bigger 'n a barrel." We saved our candle that day, and walked up and down, from wall to wall, for exercise. Our hopes were high when we heard footsteps, but they fell suddenly, for, as we listened, we could hear the tramp of a squad of men. They came to our cell, and took us upstairs, blind-folded as before, to a bath-room, where the uniforms, discarded the day of our capture, were waiting for us, newly pressed. Our bath over, they di rected us to put them on. They gave us new hats, for our own had been lost the night of tho wreck, covered our eyes, and led us through many doors and alleys into the open air. It, was dark, I knew, for as we entered a car riage 1 could dimly see the glow of a lantern hanging over the wheel. The carriage went away swiftly on a level road. We sat knee to knee, with two men facing 11s, and not a word was spoken. We could hear hoofs falling, the rattle of bit and rein, the creak of saddle-leather on each side of us. We must have gone a long journey when the carriage halted. They pulled us out roughly aud let us up three tfteys and auowi It deep veranda. A bell rang, door swung open, a flood of light fell on us, filtering to our eyes. Entering, we could feel a carpet un der us, and took a dozen paces or more before they bade us halt. We heard only the low-spoken order and th 9 soft tread of our feet. There was a dead silence when they removed our fetters and unbound our eyes. We were standing in a big and sumptuous draw ing-room. A company of gentlemen sat near us in arm-chairs; there were at least a score of them. Hound tables of old mahogany stood near, on which were glasses and packs of cards and wine-bottles. The young who sat with the general and answered to "your Lord ship" was approaching me, hand ex tended. "Glad to see you; sit down," he said in the same quiet, languid, forceful tone I had heard before. It was all very odd. The guards were gone; we were apparently as free as any of them. "I shall try to make you comforta ble," he said. A servant began filling a row of glasses. "We have here wine and wit and all the accessories, includ ing women. I should introduce you, "JUMP!" IT WHISPERED AND THE BARE BONES OF THE DEAD FIN GERS STIRRED IMPATIENTLY. but I have not the honor of your ac quaintance. Let it suffice to say these are my friends" (he turned to those who sat about), "and gentlemen., these are my enemies," he added, turning to us. "Let us hope they may die happy." "And with a fighting chance," I added, lifting the glass without tast ing it. D'ri sat, his brows lifted, his hands in his pockets, his legs crossed. He looked curiously from one to another. "Horton," said his lordship, as he sat down, leaning lazily on the arm of his chair, "will you have them bring down the prisoners?' The servant left the room. Some of the men were talking together in low tones; they were mostly good-look ing and well dressed. "Gentlemen," said his lordship, ris ing suddenly, "I'm going fo turn you out of here for a moment —they're a shy lot. Won't you go into the library?" They all arose and went out of a door save one, a bald man of middle age, half tipsy, who begged of his "Ludship" the privilege of remaining. "Sir Charles," said the young man, still lounging in his chair as he spoke, in that cold calm tone of his, "you annoy mo. Go M once!" and he went. They covered our faces with nap kins of white linen. Then we heard heavy steps, the clink of scabbards on a stairway, the feet of ladies, and the swish of their gowns. With a quick movement our faces were uncovered. I rose to my feet, for there before me stood Louison and the Baroness do Ferre, between two guards, and, be behind them, Louise, her eyes covered, her beautiful head bent low. I could see that she was crying. The truth came to me in a flash of thought. They had been taken after wc left; they were prison ers brought here to identify us. A like quickness of perception had ap parently come to all. We four stood looking at one another with no sign of recognition. My face may have shown the surprise and horror in me, but shortly I recovered my stony calm. The ladies were dressed finely, with the taste and care I had so much admired. Louison turned away from me with a splendid dignity and stood looking up at the wall, her hands behind her, a toe of one shoe tapping the floor im patiently. It was a picture to remem ber a lifetime. I could feel my pulse quicken as 1 looked upon her. The baroness stood, sober-faced, her eyes looking down, her fan moving slowly. His lordship rose and came to Lou ise. "Come, now, my pretty prisoner; it is disagreeable, but you must forgive me," he said. She turned away from him, drying her eyes. Then presently their beauty shone upon me. "Grace au ciel!" she exclaimed, a great jo> in her eyes and voice. "It is M'sieur Bell. Sister —baroness —it is M'sieur Bell!" I advanced (o meet her, and took her hand, kissing it reverently. She cov ered her face, her hand upon my shoul der, and wept in silence. If it meant my death, I should die thanking God 1 knew, or thought I knew, that she loved me. "Ah, yes; it is M'sieur Bell —poor fellow!" said Louison, coming quickly to me. "And you, my dear, you are Ma'm'selle Louise." She spoke quickly in French, as if quite out of patience with the poor di plomacy of her sister. "I knew it was you, for I saw the emerald on your finger," she added, turning to me, "but I could not tell her." CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, MARCH 9, 1905 "I am glad, I am delighted, that she spoke to me," I said. I desired to save the fair girl, whose heart was ever as a child's, any sorrow for what she had done. "1 was about to speak myself. It is so great a pleasure to see you all I could not longer endure silence." "They made us prisoners; they bring lis ht re. Oh, m'sieur, it is terri ble!" said the baroness. "And he is such a horrible-looking monkey!" said Louison. "Do they treat you well?" I asked. "We have a big room and enough to rat. It is not a bad prison, but it is one terrible plase," said the baron ess. "There is a big wall; we cannot go beyond it." "And that hairy thing! He is in love with Louise. He swears he will never let us go," said Louison, in a whisper, as she eame close to me, "un less she will marry him." "Ah! a tea-party," said his lordship, coming toward us. "Pardon the in terruption. I have promised to re turn these men at nine. It is now 10 minutes of the hour. Ladies, I wish you all a very good night." lie bowed politely. They pressed my hand, leaving me with such anxi ety in their faces that I felt it more than my own peril. Louison gave me a tender look out of her line eyes, and the thought of it was a light to my soul in many an hour of darkness. She had seemed so cool, so nonchalant, I was surprised to feel the tremor in her nerves. I knew not words to say when Louise took my hand. "Forgive me—good-by!" said she. It was a faint whisper out of trem bling lips. "Have courage!" I called as they went away. I was never In such a fierce temper as when, after they had gone above stairs, I could bear one of them weep ing. D'ri stood quietly beside me, bis arms folded. "Whut ye gotn't' dew with them air women?" he asked, turning to the young man. "I beg you will give me time to con sider," said his lordship, calmly, as he lighted a cigarette. There was a quick move in the big tower of bone and muscle beside me. I laid hold of D'ri's elbow and bade him stop, or I fear his lordship's drawing-room, his lordship, and our selves would presently have had some need of repair. Four guards who seemed to be waiting in the hall en tered hurriedly, the shackles in hand. "No haste," said his lordship, more pleasantly than ever. "Stand by and wait, my orders." "D' ye wan' t' know whut I think o' you?" said D'ri looking down at him. his eyes opening wide, his brow wrinkling into long furrows. "I make a condition," said his lord ship; ''do not flatter me." "Yer jest a low-lived, mis'ble, wuth less pup," said D'ri. "Away with them!" said his lord ship, flicking the ashes off a cigar ette as he rose and walked hurriedly out of the room. CHAPTER XIII. The waiting guards laid hold of us in a twinkling, and others came crowd ing the doors. They shackled our hands behind us, and covered our eyes again. Dark misgivings of what was to come filled me, but I bore all in si lence. They shoved us roughly out of doors, and there I could tell they were up to no child's play. A loud jeer burst from the mouths of many as we came staggering out. I could hear the voices of a crowd. They hurried us into a carriage. # \Ve demand the prisoners!" a man shouted near me. Then 1 could her them scuffling with the guards, who, I doubt not, were doing their best to hold them back. In a moment I knew the mob had possession of us and the soldiers were being hustled away. D'ri sat shoulder to shoulder with me. I could feel his muscles tighten; I could hear the cracking of his joints and grinding of the shackle-chain. "Judas Pr-r-i-e-st!" lie grunted, straining at the iron. Two men leaped into the carriage. There was a crack of the whip, and the horses went off bound ing. We could hear horsemen all about us and wagons following. I bad a stout heart in me those days, but in all my life I had never taken a ride so little to my liking. We went over rough roads, up hill and down, for an hour or more. I could see in prospect no better des tination than our graves, and, indeed, 1 was not far wrong. Well, by and by we came to a town somewhere —God knows where. I have never seen it, or known the name of it, or even that of the prison where we were first immured. I could tell it was a town by the rumble of the wheels and each echoing l:oof-beat. The cavalcade was all about us, and now and then we could hear the sound of voices far behind. The procession slowed up, horsemen jammed to the left of us, the carriage halted. I could hear foot steps on a stone pavement. "You 're late," said a low voice at the carriage door. "It 's near eleven." "Lot o' fooling with the candidates," said one of the horsemen, quietly. "Everything ready?" "Everything ready," was the answer. The carriage door swung open. "We get out here," said one of the men who sat with us. I alighted. On each side of me some body put his band on my shoulder. I could see the glow of a lantern-light close to my face. I knew there was a crowd of men around, but I could hear nothing save now and then a whisper. "Wall, Ray," said D'ri, who stood by my side, "hoi' stiddy 'n' don't be stairt." "Do as they tell ye," a stranger whis pered in my ear. "No matter what 'l is, do as they tell ye." They led us into a long passage and up a steep flight of wooden stairs. I have learneA since then it was a build ing equipped by a well-known secret society for its initiations. We went on through a narrow hall, and up a winding flight that seemed to me interminable. Above it, as w* stopped, tlie man who was leading mo rapped thrice on a rattling wooden door. It broke the silence with a loud echoing noise. I could hear then the sliding of a panel and a faint whisper ing and the sound of many feet as cending the stairs below. The door swung open presently, and we were led in where I could see no sign of any light. They took me alone across a wide bare floor, where they set me down on some sort of platform and left me, as I thought. Then 1 could hear the whispered challenge at the door and one after another entering and crossing the bare floor on tiptoe. Hundreds were coming in, it seemed to mo. Suddenly a deep silence fell in that dark place of evil. The blind fold went whisking off as if a ghostly hand had taken it. But all around me was the darkness of a pit. I could see and I could hear nothing but a faint whisper, high above me, like that of pine boughs moving softly in a light breeze. I could feel the air upon my face. I thought I must have moved out of door by magic. It seemed as if I was sitting under the trees alone. Out of the black silence an icy hand fell suddenly upon my brow. I flinched, feeling it move slowly downward over my shoulder. I could hear no breath ing, no rustle of garments near me. In the dead silence 1 got a feeling that the hand touching me had no body behind it. I was beyond the reach of fear —I was in a way prepared for anything but the deep, heart-shaking horror that sank under the cold, damp touch of those fingers. They laid hold of my elbow firmly, lifting as if to indicate that I was to rise. 1 did so, moving forward passively as it drew me on. To my astonishment I was unable to hear my own footfall or that of my conductor. I thought we were walking upon soft earth. Crossing our path in front of me 1 could see, in the darkness, a gleaming line. We moved slowly, standing still as our toes covered it. Then suddenly a light flashed from before end below us. V cold sweat came out upon me; I staggered back to strong hands that were laid upon my shoulders, forcing me to the line again. By that flash of light I could see that I was standing on the very brink of some black abyss— indeed, my toes had crossed the edge of it. The light came again, flicker ing and then settling into a steady glow. The opening seemed to have a grassy bottom some 10 feet below. In front of me the soil bristled, on that lower level, with some black and pointed plant: there were at. least a score of them. As I looked I saw they were not plants, but a square of bay onets thrust, points up, in the ground. A curse camo out of my hot mouth, and then a dozen voices mocked it, going fainter, like a dying echo. A tall figure in a winding-sheet, its face covered, was leaning over me. "To hesitate is to die," it whispered. "Courage may save you." Then a skeleton hand came out of the winding-sheet, pointing down at the square of bristling bayonets. The figure put its mouth to my ear. "Jump!" it whispered, and the bare bones ot the dead fingers stirred im patiently. [To B<> Continued.] A Question of Kno»vl«'il«e. Two men in Kansas City were hav ing a heated argument concerning the location of a certain theater in New York city. The one insisted that the house stood on lower Broadway, while the other was equally confident that it was up town. Finally, the first man, becoming angry, exclaimed: "Perhaps you think you know more about New York than I do? How often have you been there?" "Once," was the epi grammatic reply. 'Well," exclaimed the other in triumph, "I've been there five different times, and I ought to know more about it than you do." The vanquished one was silent for a moment. Presently he spoke with a smile on his face: "How long did you stay in New York on each of the five visits you made?" The other scratched his head a moment before replying, and said: "Well, each time I was there for two or three days. How long did you stay on the only visit you made?" "Seventeen years," was the calm reply. That ended the conversation.—Sunday Magazine. OlnilMtone I'liiled to Tip. Mr. Gladstone's hatred of tipping, writes a correspondent, was not only shown in his avoidance of the custom whenever possible, but also in the smallness of the gift when he found the custom too strong for liim. At a private hotel in Brighton where Mr. Gladstone had stayed for the week-end, one of the dining-room waiters who had served Mr. and Mrs. Gladstone gives as one of his reasons for voting against Liberal candidates at local elections, the fact that "Gladstone only gave me a shilling." For this "insult" the Liberal party lost one vote. Pre miers will have to be very careful that they tip wisely and well.—London Chronicle. Ilulleil I|i. John Lund, former president of the Norwegian house of parliament, and a delegate to the recent international peace congi-eiw, can write English very well, but occasionally makes a mis take in rhetoric and the pronunciation of words. He made a rather funny break in responding to the address of welcome given by Secretary Hay. Mr. Lund was referring to the action of the United States in promoting the universal peace movement. As he strove to bring out the point of his argument, he said, "And iast, but not least, first of all, we must interest all nations as much as the United States has been interested."—Aruonaut. Bound to Be Damaged. Apropos of the suits for damages thnt are continually being brought agnnwt rail way companies, relates tiie New York Tribune, President Francis, of the St. Louis exposition, said: "Many of tlie.su suits, of course, are mere cases of unjust extortion. It isn't often, though, that the victim of an ac cident is as alert and resourceful as a man of whom 1 heard tin- other day. "A man and his wife were riding in a car that was derailed. Crash, bang, it went, and then bump, bang, bump, down a steep hill. The man howled with terror, but the car soon came to a stop, lie ex amined himself all over carefully, and found that he was <|uite unharmed. Then he thought in the same breath of damages and of his wife. " 'Are you hurt at all, old girl?' lie a: 'ted. " 'No, thank Heaven!' the woman an swered. " 'Then.' said the man, '1 tell you what. Let me black your eye, and won't we soak the company hard for damages! It won't hurt you much. I'll just give you one good punch.' " loped ller DlubelM. Halo, Ind., Feb. 27th.—(Special)—If what will cure Diabetes will cure any form of Kidney Disease, as so many physi cians say, then Dotld's Kidney 1* lis will cure any form of Kidney Disease, tor Mrs. L. C. Bowers of this place has proved that Dodd's Kidney Pills will cure Diabetes. "I had Diabetes," Mrs. Bowers says, "my teeth all became loose and part of them came out. I passed a great deal of water with such burning sensations I could hardly bear it. 112 lost about 40 pounds in weight. 1 used many medi cines and doctored with two local doctors but never got any better till 1 started to use Dodd's Kidney Pills. They cured me so completely that in three years I have had no return of the disease. I am a well woman now, thanks to Dodd's Kid ney I'ills." Dodd's Kidney I'ills cure all kidney ail ments from Backache to Hright's Disease. Cure your Backache with them and you will never have Bright's Disease, Diabetes or Rheumatism. Unfortunate. "Miss Cayenne is very unfortunate." "She has a remarkable gift of repartee." "Yes. When she tries to be sncerely complimentary people take it for granted that she is being sarcastic." —Washington iStar. A Wife's Advice. Undertaker —That fellow who thinks he can get the nomination for mayor is a dead one. Mrs. Undertaker— Don't talk shop, dear. —Brooklyn Life. Political forms touch the life of the people intimately. Thus, under a mon archy or a theocracy or an oligarchy, a man with long hair passes for a poet, whereas under a republic he is thought to be paying an election bet, merely.— Puck. 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