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RATHER PAY THAN SERVE.
Citizen Soldier's Unique Idea of the
Duties of a Sentry.
Australians still tell stories of the
C. L. V.'s, although the war is a far
memory. One, a member of the Stock
Exchange, was left one wet and miser
able night to guard a wagonload of
goods.
He shivered In the unsheltered place
for some hours pondering many things,
and then a bright thought struck hira
just as the colonel came around on
his tour of inspection.
"Colonel," he asked, "how much is
this wagon worth?"
"I don't know,"was the answer.
"Much or little, we can't afiord to lose
It."
"Well, but colonel," persisted the
amateur soldier, "you might give me a
rough idea of the value."
"About £200," said the Colonel
testily.
"Very well," was the answer. "I
will come down to the camp and give
you a check for the amount. Then I'll
turn in. I wouldn't catch niy death of
cold for twice that much."
What the colonel said is not re
corded.—Melbourne Times.
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By Boiling Grease—Skin All Came Off
One Side of Face and Head-
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Used Cuticura; No Scar Left.
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Some one wiped the scald with a
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where the scald had been. Her skin
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SYNOPSIS.
Th<» story oprns in New York, Roy Car
denhue, ti>f? story-teller, ImpmUdk a
queer reptile owned by George Godfrey of
Tiffany's. Hoy and Barris and Pierpont,
two friends, depart on a hunting trip to
Cardinal Woods, a rather obscure ioral
ity. Barris revealed the fact that lie had
Joined the secret service for the purpose
of running down a gang of gold makers.
Prof. KaGrange, on discovering the
gang's. formula, had been mysteriously
killed. ' Barria received a telegram of in
structions. He and Pierpont set out to
locate the gold making gang. A valet re
ported seeing a queer Chinaman in the
supposedly untenanted woods. Hoy went
hunting. He fell asleep in a dell. On
awakening he beheld a beautiful girl at a
small lake. A birthmark, resembling a
dragon's claw, on Roy's forehead had a
mysterious effect upon the girl. who said
her name was Ysonde. Suddenly she dis
appeared. Fleeing in terror Hoy beheld
a horrible Chinese visage peering at him
from the woods. Barris and Pierpont re
turned. Barris exhibited a reptile, like
that owned by Godfrey. A ball of sup
posed gold, he held, suddenly became
alive. He told of the Kuen-Yuin, a Chi
nese nation of sorcerex-s, numbering 100,-
000,000, and explained that the Moon Ma
ker, their ruler, whose crescent symbol
was a dragon claw, was supposed to have
recently returned to earth. Barris i'ier-
Eont and Roy failed to find Vsonde's dell.
,ater. Roy, hunting, came to the beauti
ful spot, where ho found Ysonde. She
told him how her stepfather, evidently a
Chinaman, made gold and of his mysteri
ous actions. Suddenly all turned black
and Roy awoke to find himself stunned
and bleeding on his own doorstep. Roy
recovered quickly. Barris, under a' mys
terious spell, told of his stay among the
Chinese sorcerers, his love there and its
false ending. Several of the gold-makers,
those who were not sorcerers, were eith
er caught or killed. Roy wandered into
the woods and found Ysonde.
CHAPTER Vlll.—Continued.
No animal swimming out in the
darkness along the shore, no heavy
salmon surging, could have set the
whole shore afiood as though the
wash from a great boat were rolling
in. Could it have been the overflow,
through the Weir Brook, of some
cloudburst far back in the forest?
This was the only way I could account
for it, and yet when I had crossed the
Weir Brook I had not noticed that it
was swollen.
And as I lay there thinking, a faint
breeze sprang up and I saw the sur
face of the lake whiten with lifted
lily pods.
All around me the alders were sigh
ing; I heard the forest behind mo
stir; the crossed branches rubbing
softly, bark against bark. Something
—it may have been an owl —sailed out
of the night, dipped, soared, and was
again engulfed, and far across the wa
ter I heard its faint cry, Ysonde.
Then first, for my heart was full, I
cast myself down upon my face, call
ing on her name. My eyes were wet
when I raised my head —for the spray
from the shore was drifting in again—
and my heart beat heavily: "No more,
no more." But. my heart lied, for even
as I raised my face to the calm stars,
I saw her standing still, close beside
me; and very gently I spoke her name,
Ysonde. She held out both hands.
"I was lonely," she said, "and I
went to the glade, but the forest is
full of frightened creatures and they
frightened me. Has anything hap
pened in the woods? The deer are
running toward the heights."
Her hand still lay in mine as we
moved along the shore, and the lap
ping of the water on rock and shallow
was no lower than our voices.
"Why did you leave me without a
word, there at tlie fountain in the
glade?" she said.
"I leave you!—"
"Indeed you did, running swiftly with
your dog, plunging through thickets
and brush—oh—you frightened me."
"Did I leave you so?"
"Yes—after—"
"After?"
"You had kissed me—"
Then we leaned down together and
looked into the black water set with
stars, just as we had bent together
over the fountain in the glad.e.
"Do you remember?"
"Yes. See, the water is inlaid with
silver stars —everywhere white lilies
floating and the stars below, deep,
deep down."
"What is the flower you hold in
your hand?"
"White water-lotus."
"Tell me about Yue-Laou, Dzil Nbu
of (he Kuen-Yuin," I whispered, lifting
her head so I could see her eyes.
"Would it please you to hear?"
"Yes, Ysonde."
"All that I know is yours, now, as
I am yours, all that I am. Bend
closer. Is it of Yue-Laou you would
know? Yue-Laou is Dzil-Nibu of the
Kuen-Yuin. He lived in the Moon.
Ho is old—very, very old, and once,
before he came to rule the Kuen-Yuin,
he was the old man who unites with
a silken cord all predestined couples,
after which nothing can prevent their
union. But all that is changed since
he came to rule I lie Kuen-Yuin. Now
he has pre Verted the Xin —the good
CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, MARCH 18, 1909.
genii of China—and has fashioned
from their warped bodies a monster
which he calls the Xin. This monster
is horrible, for it not only lives in its
own body, but it has thousands of
loathsome satellites—living creatures
without mouths, blind, that move when
the Xin moves, like a mandarin and
his escort. They are part of the Xin
although they are not attached. Yet
if one of these satellites is injured the
Xin writhes in agony. It is fearful —
this huge living bulk and these crea
tures spread out like severed fingers
that wriggle around a hideous hand."
"Who told you this?"
"My stepfather."
"Do you believe it?"
"Yes. I have seen one of the Xin's
creatures."
"Where, Ysonde?"
"Here in the woods."
"Then you believe there is a Xin
here?"
"There must be—perhaps in the
lake—"
"Oh, Xins inhabit lakes?"
"Yes, and the seven seas. I am not
afraid here."
"Why?"
"Because I wear the symbol of the
Kuen-Yuin."
"Then I am not safe," I smiled.
"Yes, you are, for I hold you in my
arms. Shall I tell you more about the
Xin? When the Xin is about to do to
death a man, the Yeth-hounds gallop
through the night—"
"What are the Yeth-hounds,
Ysonde?"
"The Yeth-hounds are dogs without
heads. They are spirits of murdered
children, which pass through the
woods at night, making a wailing
noise."
"Do you believe this?"
"Yes, for I have worn the yellow
lotus—"
"The yellow lotus —"
"Yellow is the symbol of faith—"
"Where?"
"In Yian," she said, faintly.
After a while I said: "Ysonde, you
know there is a God?"
"God and Xangi are one."
"Have you ever heard of Christ?"
"No," she answered, softly.
The wind began again among the
tree tops. I felt her hands closing in
mine.
"Ysonde," I asked again, "do you be
lieve in sorcerers?"
"Yes, the Kuen-Yuin are sorcerers;
Yue-Laou is a sorcerer."
"Have you seen sorcery?"
"Yes, the reptile satellite of the
Xin—"
"Anything else?"
"My charm —the golden ball, the
symbol of the Kuen-Yuin. Have you
seen it change—have you seen the rep
tiles writhe—?"
"Yes," said I, shortly, and then re
mained silent, for a sudden shiver of
apprehension had seized me. Barris
also had spoken gravely, ominously
of fhe sorcerers, the Kuen-Yuin, and I
had seen with my own eyes the graven
reptiles turning and twisting on the
glowing globe.
"Still," said I, aloud, "God lives and
sorcery is but a name."
"Ah," murmured Ysonde, drawing
closer to me, "they say, in Yian, the
Kuen-Yuin live; God is but a name."
"They lie," I whispered, fiercely.
"Be careful," she pleaded; "they
may hear you. Remember that you
have the mark of the dragon's claw on
your brow."
"What of it?" I asked, thinking also
of the white mark on Harris' arm.
"Ah, don't you know that those who
are marked with the dragon's claw are
followed by Yue-Laou, for good or for
evil —and the evil means death if you
offend him?"
"Do you believe that?" I asked, im
patiently.
"I know it." she sighed.
"Who told you all this? Your step
father? What in heaven's name is he,
then—a Chinaman!" '
"I don't know; he is not like you."
"Have—have you told him anything
about me?"
"He knows about you—no, I have
told him nothing—ah, what is this —
see—it is a cord, a cord of silk about
your neck —and about mine!"
"Where did that come from?" I
asked, astonished.
"It must be—it must be Yue-Laou
who binds me to you—it is as my step
father said—he said Yue-Laou would
bind us—"
"Nonsense," I said, almost roughly,
and seized the silken cord, but to my
amazement it melted in my hands like
smoke.
"What is all this damnable jug
glery!" I whispered, angrily, but my
anger vanished as the words were
spoken, and a convulsive shudder
shook me to the feet. Standing on the
shore of the lake, a stone's throw
away, was a figure, twisted and bent—
a little old man, blowing sparks from
a live coal which he held in his naked
hand. The coal glowed with increas
ing radiance, lighting up the skull
like face above it, and threw a red
glow over the sands at his feet. But
the face! —the ghastly Chinese face
011 which the light flickered—and the
snaky slitted eyes, sparkling as the
coal glowed hotter. Coal! It was not
a coal but a golden globe staining the
night with crimson flames—it was the
symbol of the Kuen-Yuin.
"See! See!" gasped Ysonde, trem
bling violently, "see the moon rising
from between his fingers! Oh, I
thought it was my stepfather and it is
Yue-Yaou, the Maker of Moons —no!
110! it is my stepfather—ah, God! they
are the same!"
Frozen with terror I stumbled to my
knees, groping for my revolver, which i
bulged in my coat pocket; but some
thing held me—something which !
bound me like a web in a thousand 1
strong silky meshes. I struggled and
turned, but the web grew tighter; it
was over us —all around us, drawing,
pressing us into each other's arms un- j
til we lay side by side, bound hand
and body and foot, palpitating, panting
like a pair of netted pigeons.
And the creature 011 the shore be
low! What was my horror to see a
nioon, huge, silvery, rise like a bubble
from between his fingers, mount high
er, higher into the still air and hang
aloft In the midnight sky, while an
other moon rose from his fingers, and
andther and yet another until the vast
span of Heaven was set with moons
and the earth sparkled like a diamond
in the white glare.
A great wind began to blow from
the east and it bore to our ears a
long mournful howl—a cry so un
earthly that for a moment our hearts
stopped.
"The Yeth-hounds!" sobbed Ysonde;
"do you hear!—they are passing
through the forest! The Xin is nearl"
Then all around us in the dry sedge
grasses came a rustle as if some small
animal were creeping, and a damp
acrid odor filled the air. I knew the
smell, I saw the spidery, crab-like
creatures swarm out around me and
drag heir soft yellow hairy bodies
across the shrinking grasses. They
passed, hundreds of them, poisoning
the air, tumbling, writhing, crawling
with their blind, mouthless heads
raised. Birds, half asleep and con
fused by the darkness, fluttered away
before them in helpless flight; rab
bits sprang from their forms, weasels
glided away like flying shadows. What
remained of the forest creatures rose
and fled from the loathsome invasion.
I heard the squeak of a terrified hare,
the short stampeding of a deer and the
lumbering gallop of a bear; and all
the time I was choking, half suffocated
by the poisoned air.
Then, as I struggled to free myself
from the silken snare about me, I cast
a glance of deadly fear at the sorcer
er below, and at the same moment I
saw him turn in his tracks.
"Halt!" cried a voice from the
bushes.
"Harris!" I shouted, half leaping up
in my agony.
I saw the sorcerer spring forward,
I heard the bang! bang! bang! of a
revolver, and as the sorcerer fell on
the water's edge, I saw Harris jump
out into the white glare and fire again,
once, twice, three times, into the
writhing figure at liis feet.
Then an awful thing occurred. Up
out of the black lake reared a shadow,
a nameless, shapeless mass, headless,
sightless, gigantic, gaping from end
to end.
A great wave struck Harris and he
fell, another washed him up on the
pebbles, another whirled him back into
the water and then —and then the
thing fell over him—and I fainted.
This, then, is all that I know con
cerning Yue-Laou and the Xin. I do
not fear the ridicule of scientists or of
the press for 1 have told the truth.
Harris Is gone and the thing that killed
him is alive to-day, in the Lake of the
Stars, while the spider-like satellites
roam through the Cardinal Woods.
The game has fled, the forests around
the lake are empty of any living crea
tures save the reptiles that creep when
the Xin moves in the depths of the
lake.
Gen. Drummond knows what he has
lost in Harris, and we, Pierpont and
I, know what we have lost also. His
will we found in the drawer, the key
of which he had handed me. It was
wrapped in a bit of paper on which
was written:
Yue-Laou, tlie sorcerer, Is here In the
Cardinal Woods. I must kill him or he
will kill me. He made and gave to me
the woman I loved—he made her—l saw
him—he made her out of a white water
lotus bud. When our child was born, ho
came again before me and demanded
from me the woman I loved. Then, when
I refused, he went away, and that night
my wife and child vanished from my
side, and I found upon her pillow a white
lotus bud. Hoy, the woman of your
dream, Ysonde, may be my child. God
help you if you love her, for Yue-Laou
will give—and take away, as though tie
were Xangi, which is God. I will kill
Yue-Laou before X leave this forest— or
he will kill me.
FRANKLIN BAHUIS.
Now, the world knows what Harris
thought of the Kuen-Yuin and of Yue-
Laou. I see that the newspapers are
just becoming excited over the
glimpses that Li-Hung Chang has af
forded them of Black Cathay and the
demons of the Kuen-Yuin. The Kuen-
Yuin are on the move.
Pierpont and I have dismantled the
shooting box in the Cardinal Woods.
We hold ourselves ready at a mo
ment's notice to join and lead the first
government party to drag the Lake of
the Stars and cleanse the forest of the
crab reptiles. Hut it will be necessary
that a large force assemble, and a well
armed force, for we never have found
the body of Yue-Laou, and, living or
dead, I fear him. Is he living?
Pierpont, who found Ysonde and
myself unconscious on the lake shore,
the morning after, saw no trace of
corpse or blood on the sands. He may
have fallen into the lake, but I fear,
and Ysonde fears, that he is alive. We
never were able to find either her
dwelling place or the glade and the
fountain again. The only thing that
remains to her of her former life is
the golden serpent in the Metropoli
tan Museum and her golden globe, the
symbol of the Kuen-Yuin; but the lat
ter no longer changes color.
David and the dogs are waiting for
me in the courtyard as I write. Pier
pont is in the gunroom loading shells,
and Hewlett brings him mug after
mug of my ale from the wood. Ysonde
bends over my desk —I feel her hand
on my arm, and she is saying: "Don't
you think you have done enough to
day, dear? How can you write such
silly nonsense without a shadow of
truth or foundation?"
THE END.
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If a lower temperature than this is
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walls; the space between is filled with
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covered with it. This arrangement
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Where a lower temperature is desired
in the cool room the walls of the ice
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celling constructed in a manner which,
would permit of a free circulation of
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As bearing upon the question of the
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about. It was this: "No one ever
realizes his expectation in the use of
muck." It is an easy "fever" to get,
and I had it at the time, writes a
correspondent of Rural New Yorker.
The point 1 wish to call attention to
is concerning the applying of fresh
dug muck direct to the land. It seems
to me that, it should never be done,
but thrown out for the action of frost
or to be well treated with lime. It
came under my observation many
years ago. where great quantities of
muck were applied to land. The farm
adjoined that of the man f'om whom
I quoted, and, if I remember rightly,
his was in the same condition, viz.,
that it brought, in a great variety of
coarse grasses and weeds, s > that the
land was spoken of as being ruined.
I saw the wild grasses growing, and
it was an object lesson I was not likely
to forget. It se.-ms to me that 'it is
well for us sometimes to profit by
others' experience.
The white field bean evidently grows
well on an acid soil. Lime does not
help ft. as it does some other crops,
MADE HIM SIT UP.
Wifie—l'll make you sorry you ever
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Hubby—What will you do? Go home
to your mother, I suppose?
Wifie —No; I'll bring mother here!
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Columbus, Ohio.
Another Woman Helped.
Graniteville, Vt. "I was passing
through the Changeof Life and suffered
from nervousness and other annoying
symptoms. Lydia E.Pinkham's vege
table Compound restored myhealthand
strength, and proved worth mountains
of gold to me. For the sake of other
suffering women I am willing you
should publish my letter." MRS.
CHARLES BARCLAY, K.F.D., Granite
ville, Vt.
Women who are passing through this
critical period or who are suffering
from any of those distressing ills pe
culiar to their sex should not lose sight
of the fact that for thirty years Lydia
E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound,
which is made from roots and herbs,
has been the standard remedy for
female ills. In almost every commu
nity you will find women who have
been restored to health by Lydia E.
Pinkham's Vegetable Compound.
Bad Breath.
A well-known physician, who
undoubtedly knows, declares that
bad breatli has broken off more
matches than bad temper.
# There are ardent
lovers who must
sometimes wish
tlieir sweethearts
presented sweeter
mouths to be kissed.
Good teeth cannot
prevent bad breath
when the stomach is
disordered.
The best cure for
bad breath is a
cleansing out of the
body by use of
Lane's Family
Medicine
(called also Lane's Tea)
the tonic laxative,
i This is a herb medicine, sold in
25c. and 50c. packages by drug
gists. It saves doctor bills.
It cures headache, backache, in
digestion, constipation and skin
diseases. 25c. at druggists.
JJ
pkl Nothing breaks down the heahh oo
quickly and positively at a persistent
ELuJ| cough. If you have a cough five
it attention now. You can relieve j
WgS it quickly with PISO'S CUKE. flPlj
LJM Famous fox half a century as the jBCy
iSSI reliable remedy (or covghs, colds, ffiaj
raQjS hoarseness, bronchitis, asthma and
kindred ailments. Fine for children.
At all druggists', 25 eta.
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