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HE IS A FREEMAN WHOM THE TBCTH MAKES FRKK AHD ALL AFK SLAVES BESIDE." SI.0O and postage per year In advance. VOLUME XXVI T. E BENS BURG, PA., FRIDAY. JULY 21. 1S93. NUMBER 28. iff IDM' ' I T II I CARL RIVIN1US, PRACTICAL WATCHMAKER & 4EWE1EK, AND DEALEll IN IP ?1 Si 6;l i i " WANT A WAGON?'" V? h'.e v. i '-i""-. r-.!--:i.K. ;i:n -.v;. ir!i .cru!.': .1 I ; lit. Strin ;h! . '1. i l -.ritii'iiilv lini-li.'il as ir. uk-riii J lll.iIHM.U't ui e i. t:i I t .ItiiV. l';iiit nil hi.fl.T i'V li'.Ti if lW' expiTK-iuv. II. i:-mv i -ur y lvv : ('i-.tupt sliipn'.-nt ir 5.vuUv. V'. w .Mil 1.. kri '.v i'U. Wiiti' us. Cits .-n n..i!iiiij. A'i.iv I. t-! i i; iiic'ss hv anJ lv. SimkI f. .i . ur di ll-iu'. ll is t :w l i cwrv r- .l.L r i f t'li-, i vr. Liiii; luintun V:i';i 'ii Ci., Hiiinlumti n. N. V. 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It r'i hum s the hi ml, alhii iiijlii:tiiimtun. hfnU t (I a lurrex. ,K1? bi ilrin;i'i'xtjt 'r xrht ( until on rrrht of )rt're. la II A DUG ELY BROTHERS. 56 Warren "Street NEW YORK. DUG 1 Ko.i. farm Harrows Ml rrl "il t t "U;-- if n' ..-1t f'-r fc'Mtf t i v.mr WHOLESALE Srvrir. V airttns. a fo. 41. iYaaon. $43. J(xr- iit t.'f f .r h wil l ortir f-4 tico iilu lrf-.J i.fZ:it trt. AtiUrOrat Mouiitiiin Utilise STAB SRUIRG PABL0R1 CENTRE STREET. EBENSBUEG. 'I II 1-4 veil known inn! Imiiu rt:il.liR!n'il Slivinit i 1 I' i rli r i iimw iii-iit.'t t-ri (. Mrc fTri-i-t. i'- I -.. i he livrrv kiII hi i II ir i. I n . l.ui h t . tirri I he liiiiiii.i w i II I c -:irri't tin In the I i. m- muvim:. iiaik I'tmmi am' N1 l l'i m .NI i iltitie in itie iii-:!!''!! mill niut ; r . -1 n- iu;iiinr. 4 "lean '1 o-Im a Ri.eiiitty . l.ainr" wultol oil at tl.rir n-'liti-tiri'd. .1 AM I--S II. ! A NT, l"n. i rii tor CASSIDAY'S Shaving Parlor, EBENSBURG. 'I'll IS well known SNiivinii I'arlnr Iwaf'l 'n j 1 -Mre tr-rt. nmrtlie I'mniiy .latl. liai r- rniiy iprn I:iihI-' tiifljr ri".iirnll'i-(l. i Ti'il. j iii'l niiirii wiihrviry itii'ilcrn iiiiivnn,ii',i', iinl j I- ' III- Ol the trtllrxt. limlf"!. Kll! l't Kmi! in j . N "rthtrli l'auil ri It Ih in i-lmrue ! roinir tuit W'.rWii.rn who will mv evi-rv attention ti ' ' U!i"iiirx. V niir .i nliiu-.i ilii'iiel Kiisl-.' I'AniAY j I i.u nee.l .l.,ti Prlnttii? II mi, Kive the. 1" r kkkman a. trial nrler. prr'?ii.'iiTcni' iut. ,r ,1 Watches, Clocks JEWELRY, Silverware, Musical Inslrnmenlf AN1 Optical Goodc. o Sole Agent FMK Tilt-: Celebrated Rockford WATCHES. ciiluiubla Ad Frodoni.i Watolirs. In Key and Stem Winders. ..a!:;k sklf.otiov of all kind of .IKWKLUV alwnje on hand. J-" Mv line or Jewelry Is unsurpassed i !-.tne and see for yonrself before purchns lii el-uliere. ifM.l. WOllK finAliANTRKP -J CARL RIVINIUS. K vr.sMirtr. Nov. n, 1KH.V-tf. . , i :5.. ' ' - t J tt Ii t HL.- 'I 1 L I I I'sr . see ine xvocnesier Z'-iC t more cheerful than either. pen u Tf tV l.mnl..t t.Aa. I i ........... ........uiu - n i i i . ii t. im: r-rii ii CO., 44 lurlt Place, New York. Cltf. "The Rochester." CaRRWRE AND HARNESS KFG. CU. Mitj n'l-i to rflnmnnfN for r 11 r Jf ffOJ!I wwf?H0!1. r itt tizt m.rm1 w.iirtr in A n.ri a mittvig tr f i,iKi :' iir. i . Uj wty. vrji witii priT- - rl" TTi tJ - k bat lM t F f WT- own nJr. 1i vitt PRICES. . Cne.rant-Hrf stun r"yT- j&fifi 716'' 57v VA VV.B. ? Fi AVT, Scry, ELKHART, I N D. 17S)4. lxil. I'ollcieg wnttrn t unort no'lee in tlie OLD RELIABLE 1 ETNA" nl ollter Kir. I I Uit 'ninnlen. T. W. DICK, r tiFT roi: tii r. OLT IIAUTI'ORD 1 IV imujaimiLiHji K)MMtNt;Kl HI'SINr-SS 1704. Kneji"Oric. Jniy l. 1882. FEES BROS.' Shaving Parlor, Mam Street, Ncar Post Office 4 .The uiMtnr.l(nfl iletr to inform tlie inl lir I hut in. v linvB opfneil i eliaviiii; i:ir or on M.tin ureei, near I lie mft olllie where harrirrlnic In all Its hrittirlie.il will ie rarrieii on III tne future. Kreryl hlnif re.-t am! clean. Vuur atron:u:e policiied. KEKS IIHOK. Jl. I IHU'I 1(. ,M. I . MIKKNIII KU. - I A. j lllie no lliitli otreet In room lornierly "i-ii.i.-d liy tlie W enlrro I'moii lelejrtt.ii t uni- . ' A .....rt ul pauy. AN ORCHARD IDYL. The warm sun shines Uown on bwiku or wbtte tl.ivi'r: Thi- lioiiuy l-o, hulrn, flits by on the wing; Ana Jenny i-ojiioa down where the peach tree IkmhI ovi'r. And li.il.in, i-'ay nxjue, is rR-pinninK to ainfr. Hiuo, a blue, are the skiea where the soft i-loUils are swluiuiili', AnJ blue, yes, as lilue, are the maUlen'ii brieht eves. Hut, uU.i! Ilielr fa,ir teauiy with teardrop are lirimmin, While there's no hint of rain in the azure hueit skies. The rol in trills Kmler his rapturous sineintr: The J i'll; l l..-si.ins ilrift on the Iireexe that ll,..its l.y: Hut Jenny s heart throbs, and her thoughts are u wiu'in. As she sr- u.is the white cloths on the clover lo dry: 1 h re is :m empty nest in the apple tree hidden: There's u liLwktierry vine thai is dead in the sun. It uill rrim. fur the clouds by the breezes are bidden. And the linen half dry and the waathinir h&U done! lint the robin sang on. And the wind, idle ro er. Still drifu-.t the peach blnaaoms down to the k'r;is: For how could they know of a faithless young lover. And how could they read the aweet heart of Lrss? Sull on moves the day. The sun, mountain hik-h. KeVP:tls a new nest In the old appie tree. And tlientyj roach the vine that seemed dead, and they spy A promise uf hope that the summer will see. And Jenny, slow tripping where blossoms twad over, Fiuds thai, silly maiden, that banishes tears. As she plucks, with a simle, the hazel rilled cUiver Thut brinreth piHl fortune and drives away fours. Ah! Jenny, the robin, his carol still sintMnc. I t a atchin the si ine, with bird wisd.im w ise. And he notes. I am sure, that the wind im a Im iiu 111k' No hint of a shower in the blue of the skies. So the penth peCkis drift, as the bee, busy . rover. flies home at the clotMi of the lorn? summer hours. Ami sees blushirur Jenny a-creetinc her lover Where the red mbin nests and the white clover Mowers. Marieiuie llcaton. in Oiiotl IIousekeepineT- MVSTEKV OF A TJi it Was a Splondid Advertiaemont for Dolavero Darooy. "Xmv, I'hil. really, what lo you like l-st tlie hit Vlouse ir tht iiink?" .My le;irest Ulaache, you look lovely in fit I11T." "No, but really?" 'Ami truly:" 'You're too ri.lieulnus, I'hil," orieil Mrs. LorinuT, lauluno;. "As a laily's nr.i'ul you are not a sueevss tfo ami siiuilci" your f io-arv tt on the? bulciinj-, an.l I'll ! reaily in a second." .Mr. I-or'uner olK'yeil with the Mil mi.N.'sion ainl alaerity of a newly-maile sxiiin-, anil, moreover, vvaiteil with a patu'iu'f and resignation only to 1h found in a man w hose married life can still In-counted hy weeks. "I haven't Ihtii lonr, have I?" asked his wife, with dfiiMhtful conviction, when slic n-turned . after an interval; "and oh. i'hil, don't you think this is the must iH-rfectly lovely place on the face of the earth?" Mr. Lorimer's answer was somewhat wide of the mark and hy no means un .worthy of record, hut certainly Kdcn-on Sea was a delightful spot. " It's delicious," rciH-ated Mrs. Iori miT, ecstatically; " Imt iume, I'hil, I'm quite ready for my drive! h, tliTe, my shoe is undone; tin tie it up for me." l'hiiip was kneelino; at her feet, and she v. '.ai!krhin";ly instructino; hini in the art of lytr.g u shin lace when. to. the ui.ul teraliie eoufusioii of laoth. the nmiii dinir opened and a stranger sttMnl in the tloorwsiy. " ICxctise me, I am afraid I have made a mistake." Mr. Iorimer jumped up, plarinjf at the intruder savagely. " I thought this was my room. Xu. t." "This is '.MA, jrrowlcd lorimer. " Your rooiu is the next on the left." "Thank yon; a thousand pardons!" and w ith a courteous bow the stranovr w ithdrew. "Idiot!" lc";an I'hil, hut Mrs, Lori nier interrupted hiin. 'oh! did you ever see such a hand some man? He had a face like an areli-ano-el!" 'Archangel 1m pulverized! I think jMiiple inio-ht take the troiitile to s-e that they don't 1. hinder into other peo ple's rN.ins! I'ome alono;, lllauche, the carriavfe is waiting." The ev'niri"; passed pleasantly enough, and when toward itsclose Mr. and Mrs. l.orimer loiiniil upon their balcony in the moonlight it stemnl as if there could lx- nothilio; to mar the delights of this lcst of all jMssihle worlds. Sud denly a terribly discordatit note was struck. Listen!" whispered Illanche. "IIlu w hat?" said I'hil, whose whole attention had ln-en enfrrisseil by his (MUipanioii, and who, unlike her, had not the feminine knack of doin two things at the some time. "'lontyou liear srnnp nni' talking in the next nsituV" whispered lSlanche. "Wei IV" "l.ut tliey 're quarreling'; listen!" '"Not I! Why shouldn't they quarrel if tin y like? loot's o;o in!" Uut at that momciit a woman's voice, low and piteous, reached their ears: "Oh Frank! have you no pity?" 'There, didn't J JH hear?" whispered l:l:inehe, in awestruck tones. "Yes, aitd I don't mean to hear any more. Come in, llauehe." "How stupid you are, I'hil! They are in the next room. I tell you!" she re iterated impatiently. "What of it?" Mrs. Ivoiimer trave a little petulant stamp. ' There was no one with that pentle man who came in here this afternoon, and he was alone at table d'hote! Now, do you understand?" I'hil f'vt a l"w whistle, but lie fort he could make any remark the wailing: voice reached them ajrain: "Frank, don't force me! I cannot! I will not! It is too awful!" I'hil drew his wife quickly into the room and closed the window noisily. "I!ut. I'hil, ain't you jroiiiif to do any thing? Suppose " "Stun and nonsense!" interrupted I'hil, jrrullly; "it's no business of ours! Hut your archangel diMs not seem to le a very amiable person!" "Ihit don't you think" "1 think it s time to turn in!" replied her husband, decisively; for Philip was a true Ilritisher, with a notetl olijectiou to puttins? hi lingers into other people's pies. Kvery man for hiiuwlf, and Scot land Yanl for us all, was Ids motto. Illanche. on the other hand, was a true daughter of Eve, and she deter- J mined to discover, if possible, whose voice it was that she had heard and what was the moauiup; of its piteous apiM-al. Itut how was it to tie done? Chance jave her an opening which she was quick to s-ize. Ilavino- pmc up to her nvnu after breakfast next mornino; she found the chambermaid still busy with her dusting. "Oh, you can jfo on," she said, suiil ing as she seated herself by the win dow. The maid was clearly the very person to enlighten her. Uut how to come to the point? "I am afraid I am dreadfully untidy," llh.nclte iH'itn, after a moment, with a coucil luting little smile. "Not at all, madam," replied the frirl, demurely. "Have you many rooms to do?" con tinual Mrs. Ivoriiuer, with kindly in terest. "The whole of this floor, madam." "Ifces the lady in the next room give much trouble?" "There is no lady in No. 24. madam; only a pentleman who arrived yester day. Anything I can fret for you, madam?" "No. thank you." Here was a mystery! No lady in No. 2. and yet that was undoubted ;y a woman's voice last niht! It was most extraordinary, and lilauche eommuni cated the result of her investigation with intense trepidation. I'hil, how ever, declined to le interested in the affair or to discuss it in any way, so his wife was forced to keep her conjectures to herself, and they were of a nature anything but flattering; to the male oc cupant of No. !. As the day wore on the keenness her interest in the handsome stranger and his mysterious companion waned somewhat liefore the more enthralling problems connected with her own cos tume for the tlance which was to le given that evening;. I'hil had au anx ious time pciidiug the settlement of these questions, but in due course all of them were disposed of in the imst suc cessful manner, as was suilieietitly proved hy the crowd of partners who llH-kcd round Mrs. Iorimer as soon a- she made her apH-arance in the ball room. I'.luiielie had, indeed, quite for gotten the mystery of No. J4 in the ex citement of the ball, when it was re called to her by the sight of their neig-hlxir standing; in the doorway. Her heart Wat fast as she noted what woman ever fails to do it'.' that his eye followed her round the room with a glance of interest and admiration. "Now," she thought to herself, "he will ask me to dance, and I shall In al'le to put some searching questions to him." The hojie, however, was doonnnl to disapjx.intmcnt. The stranger con tented himself with admiring Mrs. Lori iiier from a distance, ainl for once at least that little lady retired to her room Uot altogether satislied with herself. It was again a brilliant, moonlit sum mer's night, and lilauche threw hcrscit into a capacious chair by the window prior to disrobing. She w as commenc ing a somewhat jx tulant complaint upon the shortcomings of the evening's entertainment when suddenly she was pulled up short by alow, blood-curdling wail from the adjoining room. I iianche started up white and fright ened. "I'hil, what was that?" liefore he could reply the moan of pain liccame articulate, and once more the woman's voice reached them in low, distinct toiicsthrotigh the open w iudow. "Frank, let me out! Have mercy on me! Oh, let me out!" A man's voice, again in gruff, unin telligible reply, and thn once agaiu the piteous, pleading voice: "I 11 do anything, Frauk! I'll never tell anylxxly you are my husband. Only let me go!" Blanche's grasp on her husband's hand tightened, l'hilip listened not less intently than she did. "Have pity, Frank, have pity! Ion't you remember that you used to say you loved inc.? Why are you so cruel now? I never d id you any harm. Oh, let me out! I can't lear it! You can have all my money, every penny; only don't make me go back!" A brutal, unqualified oath was the sole answer to tkis appeal; it was fol lowed by a faint, smothered cry: "No! no! never! I will not go back into that horrible box! I had rather be killed outright!" There was absolute silence for a second; and lilauche and l'hilip stood breathless; then came a in u tiled shriek of agony. "No! no! oh, no, Frank! I did not mean it! I'll do what you like! Don't it ill me! Help! Help!" With a cry of righteous rage I'hil oropcii Ins wife's Iiand and dashed across the balcony. He shook theelosed windows vigorously, regardless of everything save the frantic desire to prevent a horrible crime. A dead silence had followed the woman's last cry, and when at last liiiriiiii-r forced the windows and Imiiniliil into the room he four 1 it iu darkness, except for the streak of weird moonlight that followed him. In the darkness he could just discern the figure of a man standing by a huge, black trunk. 'What is the meaning of this?" asked the man. advancing, but I'hil pushed him roughly aside. " hat have you done with that un fortunate woman?" A feeble moan struck on his ear. "Where are you?" he cried, "I will help you." "Oh, let me out! let me out!" eame to him iu feeble it seemed almost dying tones. 'You brute!" cried Lorimer, Wside hims. lf with excitement and indigna tion. At this moment the room was invaded by a motley crowd in all stages of hshabille, for after 1'hil's departure IManehe had raised an ah.rni in such in coherent fashion that half the hotel was swarming into No '24. uncertain w hether murder, lire or sudden death was the cause of the midnight dis turbance. "It is his wife," explained I'hil, fran tically, "lie's liecn trying to kill her. She is hidden here somewhere." "Here! here! Oh, I am dying!" "The trunk!" cried some one. With one accord they liore down hjkui the huge black trunk; every one's lingers were thrust forward to unbuckle the straps, the moaning growing fainter j and fainter, till, as the last fastening j gave way, it ceased altogether. "We are too late," cried I'hil, as he threw open the lid. "The poor thing is " He stopped, started back and looked around him in bewilderment. The rest of the company crowded for ward and peered into the trunk. "Why, it's empty!" they exclaimed in chorus. "fientlemen! gentlemen!" cried the suave voice of the hotel proprietor from the door. "What does this mean?" "We don't know," cried everyone, un certain whether to W KTeatly amused or intensely indignant. "This gentleman." continued the pro prietor, indicating his guest of the seraphic countenance, who stood smil ing silently, "this gentleman is Dcla vere Darcey, the celebrated ventrilo quist, who will appear to-morrow even ing at the Winter Hardens. He has leen amusing you with a little private rehearsal." There was a most gratifying attend ance at the Winter Hardens on the fol lowing night to witness Delavere Dar cey's entertainment, for, as the poet tells us Great ar the uses of advertisement Hut neither l'hilip Irimer nor his wife was among the audience. They hail left KJen-ou-Sea by an early train. Ixndon Truth. KEJEGTEDANDACCEPTED Why a Stenographer Lost Faith In tb.o World's Honesty. The rise of Reginald Flipp had Wen something phenomenal. No man was more sought after by publishers and the editors of magazines. Mr. Flipp had Wen somewhat prolific at the W ginuing. but now that he could get practically any price he asked for his MSS.t he Wcame more careful. It was more anil more difficult for a magazine to get a story by this now celebrated author. One day there came to his room a man whom the world apparently had not used generously. "I have conic," said he to Mr. Flipp, "to see you without any letter of intro duction, or without any preliminary an nouncement. I was afraid to let you know I intended to come, as so busy a man as you might well have refused to see a stranger." "I am not a busy man." said Mr. Flipp. a"I doubt if anyone in the town has more leisure than I. Sit down. What can I do for for you?" "My name," said the stranger, "is Crosby. I am a shorthand writer and I want to work for you." "My dear sir," replied Flipp, "I have no use for a shorthand writer. I have never dictated iu my life, and I doubt if I could. Everything I write I do with my own hand. 1 do not even use a type w ritcr." "1 do," said Crosby. "I have a type writer at home, and if you will try dic tation for awhile it will occupy but little of your time and you may lind it extremely useful. If, on the other hand, you conclude that it is of no ad vantage to you, no harm will be done." I know, liefore we begin," said Flipp, 'that it wouldn't work. I am sure of that." "How can you lie sure," asked Crs by, "about somethiug you have never tried? I-t me ask you a question: Have you ever forgotten any good idea that you ever had?" "11 undreds of them." answered Flipp. "Then d'K-s not that strike you as a tremendous waste of brain power? Have you never felt annoyed to think that some good idea that had occurred to you had slippd into oblivion?" Flipp. who had lieen walking ur and dow n the room with some impatience, stopped and looked at his visitor. ''I pn-sumi'," he said at last, "every body has had that annoying experience. The tish that gets away is always bigger than those we catch." . "Precisely," auswered Crosby. "Then why let them get away? You are a young man now, but there will come a time when you will regret the waste that probably now secuis trivial." What salary do you want?" asked the writer abruptly. "I don't want aoy salary," replied Crosby. "I shall lie very pleased to give vou an hour a day for nothing. At least." l.esid. sewing Flipp wave his hand itupativutly, "until you find whether or not the projx saf is of value to you. once uown on paper an idea is lixud. and f. never tinder your eoutrol. Merely floating on your brain it may sink and never rise to the surface agaiu." 'Then' is something in that," said Flipp meditatively. "At least it will do no ha na to try- As you came in I was thinking of a story that I ought to work out reasonably welL Have you your uotlxxk with you?" Crosby produced it. Flipp walked up and down the room for a few moments in silence. "Suppsc we head it," he said, " 'The Farting of the Ways.'" Crosby was evideutly an expert short hand w riter. for when Flipp became in terested iu the story lie talked very rapr idly. lut Crosby, without apparent haste, noted it all down, never once checking the speaker. "There," said Flipp, when he had finished, "what do you think of that story?" "Ueally." said Crosby. "I cannot tell you. I have not heard it." "Not heard it!" exclaimed the novel ist. "Have not I just dictated it to your' "You have dictated it." said Crosby, "to a luachiue. I shall give you uiy opinion upon it when I have read the typewritten MS. That is." he added, "if you care for the opinion of a no body. When shall I call again?" " h. I ant in no hurry," said Flipp. "This hour to-morrow?" "Yes, if that suits your convenience." The stranger snapied the elastic band around his notebook, put the cap upon the stylographie pen, and, without a word, departed. "He is a queer fish," said the writer to himself when his visitor had gone. "I d. .n't more than half like the looks of him." Next day the stenographer called at the same hour, and placed before the novelist ten pages of typewritten MS. headed "The Farting of the Ways." "It is one of the best stories you have 3-t't written," said Crosby, "if you want my opinion." Kegiuald htugheil. "If you were after a large salary that would be the kind of remark one might expect you to make." "I am not after a salary at all," an swered Crosby. "You asked my opin ion, and I give it. It may be worth less." "Which the opinion or the story?" "If one is," said Crosby, "the other naturally must be. Shall I take down another?" "Not to-day. Some days I have no ideas in my head. This is one of them. I shall go over this MS. carefully, and then we will have it tyjewrittcn again. What is your address? When I feel in the mood for dictating I will send a messenger for you." "It is no trouble to me," said Crosby, "to call upon you. If you do not feel like writing, it thn-s not matter. If you do, I will be here."' '"Oh. very well." said the novelist; and when his visitor had departed he said to himself: "Now, why did that fellow not want to leave his address?" When Crosby reached his nxim. he picked up from his typewriter table an exact duplicate of the MS. he had given to the novelist. He read it over care fully, corrected some evident mistakes, folded it up and put it in his inside pocket. Ten minutes later he was in the wait ing room of the 1 llustratcd ISugle, one of the most prosperous of the big week ly papers. The lxy came ltck to him with his card still in his hand. "The editor says." liegan the Ixiy. "that if it is aliotit MS. 3011 w ish to sec him you are to leave it and he will scud the answer. He is vert' busy just now. and says he cannot see you unless it is a matter of importance." "It is a matter of importance," sain Crosbj-. "Tell him that." "Then plcsi.se write it down," said the boy, hesitating and pushing a slip of paper towards Cnrshy. Crsby took the paper and wrote on it: "I must see 3'oti H-rsonally. I shall not keep you one minute. Kindly grant me that length of time." The lxy took the paper and dis ip pcarcd. Ketuming aftera few moments, he said, briefly: "Come this way. sir." Crosby followed the Ixiy until the lat ter rapped gently at a ilnor, and. push ing it open, said: "Mr. Crosby." The editor was standing In-side his desk with a slight frown of impatience on his face, and an attitude that imii-cat-d that he hail just sixty seconds to devote to his visitor. "I wanted to see you," said ("rosliy, "personally regarding a MS. I have in my pocket," "Well, all I can tell you," replied the editor, "is that you may leave the MS. if you care to do so, and it will re ceive due consideration." "I know that is the formula." said Crosby, blandly, "but this is not an ordinary MS., and if I leave it it is on the understanding that I may call at this time t.vmorrow and get your own opinion about it. I claim that this story is as giKwl as anything Flipp ha -ever written. If 3-011 real 13- wish fx cellence and not a well-known name, you have an opportunity that maj- not occur again." 'We get opportunities enough," said the etiitor, dryly, "of that kind. Every MS. we receive is an extraordinary stor- from the author's standpoint- If you leave it I promise to read it myself, though ordinarily a MS. takes its turn with our regular reader." "And tomorrow, at this hour, may I call and get y..ur opinion alxtut it?" The editor hesitated a momentandhe glanced at the card in his hand. "I think I have had MSS. of yours be fore, Mr. CriBshy.'" "Yes," was the answer, "and .vou re turned them. I don't think you will re turn this one." "Very well. Call again b -morrow.'" At the same hour next day Crosbr had his iuterview with the editor. That gentleman had the MS. in his hand. "I have read this carefully." he said, "and must tell you frankly that it is not up to our standard. There is some indication of merit alxiut it, but if I were you I would not say to the next man to whom 3-ou submit it that it a . gixxl as anything Flipp has ever writ ten. It lias n il tne slightest trace of the genius of Mr. Kegiuald Flipp." "Thank 3-ou,"said Crosby, taking th -MS. "I shall not tremble 3'ou with any more contributions." "That must lie as pleases you." re plied the editor, "froml morning." Crosby's cxjierienee in other cele brated editorial rimins was similar to his first attempt at selling another man's MS. as his own. A month later he saw on all the walls of the city where advertisements were allowed a flaming announcement set ting forth that the Illustrated lhigle had lcen fortunate enough to obtain a most remarkable story by Reginald Flipp this name in tremendous letters entitled "The Farting of the Ways." The announcement ended with the in'i mation that the story would appear iu the next numler. and readers were ad vised to order their papers " ahead, so that there might be no disappoint ment. When Crosby saw this annoum-c meut. he smote his clenched fiht against the wall and said: "Now I know there is no honesty in this worhL" Luke Sharp, in Ietroit Free Press. CURIOUS AND INTERESTING. A cow at Audrain county. Mo., has been giving eleven gallons of milk daily for the past two 3-ears. Javika Dkwkv. of Hillsdale. Mich., has a cow which for some daysdeclined ' to chew her cud. He examined her tongue, and found a needle lodged in it. Near Tranquebar, on the south eastern coast of India, there is a species of fish which not only is able to walk on level ground but can climb trees. Extraordinary qualities are pos sessed by the river Tinto. in Spain. It hardens and petrifies the saud of its bed; and if a stone falls in the stream, and alights upon another, in a few months they unite and liecome one stone. Fish cannot live in its waters. Curtailed by stale l.lnea. At a recent club dinner in IWton (sa3s the Harvard Lampoon), a visitor from Rhode Islaud had occasion to re fer in his speech to "Iemisttieens," as he pronounced it. "I emsthenrj.." cor rected the toastmaster. "In our shtate," said the Rhode Islander, firmlv, who knew good w ine when he tasted it, "w e shay Di'iniistlwii." "You're very wise," retorted the toastmaster; "your state couldn't aecoiuiuodate the extra avl-lable." LOVE'S FIRST KISS. Sweetheart, 'twas but awhile ao it scarce seems yesterday. Thouph now my locks are white as snow and all your curls arc gray When, walklnttin the twilight haze, ere stars had smiled alKive, I whispered soft: "I love you." and you klaaed me for that love ! The first kiss, acar! and then your hand your little baud so sweet. And whiter than the white white sand that twinkled 'neath your feet Laid undcrly within my own! Have queens such lovely hands? No wonder that the w hip-poor-wills made sweet the autumn lauds: It seemed to me that my poor heart would N-at UiOeath and break. While all the world, sweetheart? sweetheart' sTned siiclhk- for your sake: And every rose that barred the way in Klad and dyit4f irrace. Forgot its faded summer day, and, k-aning, kissed your face! I envied all the roses then, and all the rosy ways That blimsomed for your sake are still my life's bright yesterdays; Hut tlntikiiii.' of that first sweet kiss and that first clasp of hands. Life's whip-MKr-wil!s sine sweeter now through all the w inter lands: Frank L Si an ton. in Allan! tlNxislilution A PLUCKY WIFE. How Sbe Saved Her Husband from Jud.ro Lynch. Sage liar wan excited. Six horses were missing from Hill Ilines' drove. Fifteen minutes after Hill had reported his loss at the Kara party had found the trail and ridden off toward the southwest. 1'rcsent'y. as the.v were crossing a wet hit of land in a hollow. Hill who led the party, hx.lo.il sharply at the hoof prints sunk deep iu the soil and reined up quickly. "Ixik at the shoe mark!" he ex claimed, jxiinting down at the trail. "Hy guns! it's the easterner's lnss shoe!" ejaculated Sam Hike after a:i in stant's scrutiny of the lnxf prints, among which were several larger than the rest showing the clear impress of a shoe. The others were thise of un shod horses. Then the party scanned the marks closely. Then the men looked at each other with ugly frowns. "Well." said Hill, tentatively, at last. No one answered f-r a moment. Then Sam remarked: "'It hxiks bad for ther easterner, sure! Th" haint anyone got hoss shoes like them in th' district Vcpt him. I'm sorry 'f th feller's put his head in a rojie's end, txiys. Hut we'll have tcr fuller hi 111 up. Who'll go back?" A couple of the party voluntcvred. The men separated. Hart of liriii moved forward on the trail. The oth ers turned their horses at right angles to the former line of march and lotted on toward the easterner's cabin. The easterner, otherwise Jack Craig, of whom they had W-cn speaking, had 1-x-cn in Sage Har only a short time. He was a tenderfoot, out and out. When be oujum to the bar he brought his wife with him. Shu was a bright, pretty littlu woman, but they hardly knew her in thu settlement. Craig always had been ruscrved. anil the two had kept by themselvss in the little cabin which stiwxl a mile or away from tow n. So Sage Har had come to con sider the pair a "quwr lot," aud to deaiguaUt thtai as the easterner an' his wife." which was inf-nded to Ins anything but voinpliiucntary. When the trail ii.g party reined up In front of Craig's caliiu tliny found tin obji-ut of thir search sitting on a log l:fnr thv door, smoking. I'rolil his dress, ltespatter"d with mud. it wai evident that he had just returned from riding. The party exchanged glances of understanding. Sam Hike came to the point at once. "Craig," he said, "3'cr wanted down tcr th' Har." "What's that?" demanded the east erner, angrily. "Yer wanted down tcr th'Har!" Sam repeatciL "For lutss stealing!" he added. Craig's fait was aflame in the instant. He sprang from his seat, throwing back his hand to his hip. Hut the others had him covered, and his hand dropped loosely by his side again. "It's a lie," he said, "ami you know it!" Just then a woman's figure apftcarcd in the. cabin doorway. It was Craig's wife. "What's the matter?" she questioned anxious, seeing her husband's atti tude. Craig sjxike up quickl3-: "Go hack. Holly! They've got up a dirt- story alxiut me and want me to go to the Har. Hut I'll come back in a little w hile." Sam hail a great fear of women's tongues and tears and immediately or dered Craig to mount a horse which an other man at a wont secured from the stable near b.v. The woman had hxikcd on ilumbly, seeming hardly to compre hend what was taking place, but as she saw her husband walk over toward the horse, she ran to him. and threw lxith arms alxiut him, holding him tight to her. He unclascd her arms gently after an instant, and mounted the horse and, turning in the saddle, waved his hand to her. Then the3' nxle away, and, after they had gone a piece, Sam hxikcd back and saw the woman still standing there, her hands hnxx-ly locked Itcfore her, watching them with wide open eyes, "She's grit tcr th back lxme," muttered that worthy, aud lashed his horse into a gallop. All Sage Har cmwtled anmnd the party when they drew rein in town, and there were some who would have strung Craig up ou the spot when Sam had told the story. Sage Har was. in that stage of pnigress where horse stealing was a capital offense ami a short shrift was granted to offenders. Hut Sam's protest that nothing should be done until the Ilines part y returned was heeded, and the prisoner was put in an empty cabin, tied hand and foot, several of the men agreeing to stand guard. The afternoon waned away and even ing eame and the Ilines part 3 did not make its apearancc. So Craig was given something to cat and then was fastened tightly once more, and the men rolled themselves up in their blan kets in front of the cabin alxiut eleven o'clock. leavingonly Jo Stetson oil guard. Stetson sat himself down on a stump ami lit a pipe, aud with his rifle across his knees fell to thinking alxiut some "mavericks" he had branded tiiat day. l'resently he imagined he heard a soft step fntni the prairie. He raised his head and listened. Just then the moon showed a rim Is-yond a sailing cloud, and its light fell 011 a figure a wom an's figure making its way toward the cabin. Stetson rose to his feet, letting his rifle-butt drop on the ground, and curiously survc3-ed the woman, w ho was close to him now. It was the east erner's wife. "Is he in there?" she said, her voice trembling a bit. "Yes," answered Stetson. "'an't I s"c him"." she asked. "Only for a moment." she added. 'Can't do it, mar'm," said Stetson, decidedly. For a moment she was quiet, hx iking longingly toward the cabin and clasp ing and unclasping her hands softly. The man hojtcd she would go. He had hated to say no and he didn't know how long his determination to refuse would last. "Itut they say they're going to try him to-mormw. and 1 mayn't get another chance." She hxikcd at him so sadly and 3'ct so bravely withal that Stctvm wavered and was lost. "For five iiiiiiuts. then, 110 more!" he said, half repenting of his words the instant they were uttered. Hut he unlocked the cabin door for her, and locked it In-hind her agaiu. Then he stixxl outside the door cursing himself. I'rcsentl.v there was a rap from the inside of the cabin, and. much relieved, he undid the dixir. Hut he kept his finger tin the hammer of his rille as he stxxl aside to allow hef to pass. She came out quickty. Stetson turned and lfent to fasten the dixir. As he did so, he felt a tingling-cold metal against his head, and heard in her voice, now without a tremble: "Put up your hands and do it quick ly!" The order was ho distinctly put and so emphatically backfd up by the cold metal, which Stetson knew only too well was t he dangerous c ml of a re volver, that he did not hesitate. As he thrcw up his hands, the dixir was pulled open from the inside ami a man dashed tint and melted iu the darkness of the prairie. A moment more and t he hoof Ix-ats of a horse eame hade, sounding clear aud sharp on the still air. The men who had Ix-en asleep till now, awakened by the noise, sleepily raised themselves on their ell tows. The woman had not moved the pistol fr'iii Stetson's heail. Hut she now drojijx-d the Wi-ajxin quickly and started to run. In an instant S;-tson was after h r, and, wild at Wing otitw itted. had run her down and caught l.er In-fore she had gone fifty yards. As he grasped her by the shoulders the luxif Ix-ats were dy ing on the air aud the woman looked into her captor's face with au exultant smile. Stetson brought her back tothecalt in and in a half-shamed way told his story. The woman was quiet and did imt Mem to hear what they said. 1 -spite tliuir eliagnu at Having Ui-a worst'! by a woman, the men coui.l imt but admire her pluck and skill. Then thur argued as to what they should do w it It her, aad finally doeiilcd to take her into town as sixm as it w as light. Tay hekul her iu the cabin ami then sat up and talked the rrst of the night. They felt that it Would lie 11 sol css to attcir.pt to trail Craig in t lie dark, and, to tell .ne trutlu they were just a bit fearful that t he woman would escape them unless the.v kept a sharp looU"Ut. When morning eame a big party set off in pursuit of Craig. Hut they had scant hope of overtaking him with a horse under him and his many hours' start. The easterner's wife still n maiiiol locked in the cabin. Sage Har for once found itself non plused. Law and order had been re versed by a woman ami the town had the offender in ctisfxly. Hut smoke aud txmdcr as it might. Sage Har was at a loss to know how to proceed. All the laws of the settlement, unwritten though the.y were, had sprung from an acute sense of frontier nesls. and re ferred to men. There was an umleiina ble feeling among the Sage Har sol.ms that these laws could not Ik- applied with propriety to women, ami so tin y talked much, smoked aud drank much more, and did nothing. When the ilines party came in. tired, hungry and empty handed, no solution of the lith culty presented itself, and ho. with ad mirable judgment, the town decided to free itself of further resjxinsibility by setting the woman at lilnTty. The easterner's wife was pale ami evidently worn out w hen tln'3' bnmght her out of the cabin; but she said not a word when they told her she might go. and walked off in the direction of her home with a smile, half of defiance, half of satisfaction. That night the party which had gone iu pursuit of Craig re turned, having made a fruitless search. Two days later, just as Sage Har was preparing its evening meal, two men were been riding over a swell from the northeast. Five horses were driven lxtscl3 lx.-fi.ire them. When the men got nearer the town one of them was recognized as the easterner. "He was riding bare-headed, and In-side hiin nxle another, dark and swarthy, his arms lxtund to his sides, his horse led by Craig. All Sage Har assembled alxmt the party, while Craig told the story of how he had ridden away that night, had struck the trail of the horse, and follow ing it had brought the Mexican thief to term with a shot from his rifle, and then came back. Anil when lie had done there were cheers for the easterner such as the town hadn't hail a chance to relieve itself of for a long while, and to this da3' there is not a man in Sage Har but touches his slouch hat to the easterner's wife, whom Jo Stetson declares is "th sandiest litt le woman in th west!" Kansas City Times. Men and Women In the I'niwd Mates. In the Fluted States there are thir-ty-two million men and thirty-one million women. Men are in the majority in all the states anil terri tories except in the District of Colum bia. . Massachusetts. Rhcxle Island. North Carolina. Maryland. Connec ticut. New Hampshire. New York. South Carolina. Virginia and New Jcr ev. in which there are more women than men. The District of Columbia has the largest proportionate excess of female population and Montana con tains the largest crectitagc of men. In New Jersey the two sexes are most nearly equally represented. Itad Mlxtur. . "Terry," n monkey known to the habitues of a popular saloon in San Francisco, has dissipated of late un til he is a wmli. Said habitues should make fresh note of the fact that whisky ing withmoukey or luoi. keying with whisky is fraught ivith serious results.
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