BENEATH THE HOOD,
Beneath the
bright—
I shyly watched
stood
hood her eyes were
her where
Beneath the hood.
Such smiles
blood,
Sueh lips-
light—
Would quickly melt the iciest mood,
Beneath the hood,
would stir a hermit's
like flowers warm and
I stole behind her--'twasn’t right,
I call it neither wise nor good
put propriety to flight
Beneath the hood.
~, Keller in Midland.
TRAPPED BY A NOVEL.
“A gentleman—a Mr. Portman-—to
see you, sir,” said my landlady, looking
in at my door,
“Show him up, Mrs.
plied, without glancing
manuscript,
A few moments later Mr. Portman,
an entire stranger to me, was ushered
into my room. He came
man of large build, some
age, with a slight stoop
pair of dreamy dark
he inquired, in a low,
“Mr. Cecil Lawrence,
“Yes. Be seated a moment,
you?’ I replied, indicating a chair.
He accepted the offer ity,
waited my leisure, his eyes fixed upon
the crackling in grate,
his chin resting upon his hands.
“What can I for you, Mr.—Mr.
Portman?” 1 asked, presently, putting
down my pen and turning round upon
my visitor.
re-
my
Jennings,” I
up from
10 years of
and, fixing a
upon me,
earnest tone:
I believe?’
will
eyes
siler
logs the and
do
“You are Mr. Cecil Lawrence, the au-
thor, are you not?” he returned.
“Yes
“The author of
Dye’ 7"
“Yes.”
“Do you mind telling me how
came by the plot for that story?”
said, his dreamy
an instant,
“I'm afraid 1 cannot give you any in
formation upon that matter,” I replied
“Authors do not generally communi
cate their methods of work and
thought to str and my time is
at present so much occupied that, un
less you really
business with me I really
“1 have Important
you!" he exclaimed,
“Do you fancy that I have con
all the way from 1.
‘A Romance in Blue
you
ty
ie
for
eyes lighting up
Hngers,
have some importan
business itl
almost angrily.
ie down
y ask 1
odds of
incashire
work?"
“From L: ashire?" |
prise. “Indeed no:
But please st
“Will you
cried, rising
his hands bre
you come by
“Since
$47 sald, in sur
no Sane man would
ate your :
Answer my
_ impatiently
d his ba« k
the
attach such
portance to the matter,” 1 repli
ly, “I can anly say that I oy
the plot of my ‘Romance 1
to a ne Wspaper paragraph
upon some eighteen months
“Can you show me this parag
“Really, unless you can tell me in
what way this matter is of much
importance to you, 1 fear 1 must de
cline to continue this interview, for.
as I have already told you, I am ex
ceedingly busy.”
He looked at me steadily for a mo
ment in silence, and the lizht came into
his eyes again.
“My name is Portman-John Port
man, of Portman & Stayle, dyers and
cleaners, Rochdale.” he said, in a pe
culiar tone 1 could not uanderstand.
“Do you understand?”
*No. |
don’t
business
: jest on™
ju ion?
and fol
facts in your stor
undue
ed col
you
SO
may be
understand
very dense,
in what way
importance of your visit,” 1 responded,
becoming annoyed with him, his man-
ners, and his tone,
“You don't eh?" he blurted
“Well, Stayle, my late partoer,
the mau who was found in the vat of
dye. You are a picturesque lar, you
know!”
I started—not at the fellow's insult,
dawning upon me. This man, then,
was the actual being whom I had ere.
ated, as [ thought, in the person of
James Saxon, the murderer of his
partoner. I fully understood now how
ence 1 had never suspected, must have
been annoyed by my book: for, doubt.
less, persons who had read it and
knew of the manner in whicn my vis
itor's unfortunate partner had met his
death had commented upon the matter
unpleasantly to my visitor,
“Do you understand me now?’ my
vigitor demanded, seeing 1 was not
prepared to say anything about his
previous speech.
* “Yes, 1 fear 50,” 1 replied, with a
sickly smile, “But, if you have come
here with the intention of bullying me
you made an error in the address, My
solicitors, Messrs, Wright & Wright,
Ely Place, are the people to eall upon.”
He looked at me and frowned. Then
he crossed the room, locked the door,
and put the key In his pocket.
“What the deuce do youn mean?" 1
cried, starting up indignantly. “You
are presuming unpardonably! Replace
the key and unlock the door!” And i
went over to him as I spoke,
“Gently, gently, my good sir,” he
said. “I am not nearly satisfied with
our chat yet. Look at this and sit
down quietly.”
“This,” which he held In my face,
was a revolver. Was I at the mercy
of a madman
“You are at the wrong end of
You know, so sit down and be elvil,”
I shrugged my shoulders and return
ed to my chair,
| sensation that
{all the time,
|
{
he was “covering
and sat down nt
table, laid his revolver In front of him,
i and began to bite his nails, 1
| his pleasure silently, wondering
i I could best do.
“It's like this!" he said, so suddenly
{that he startled me out of my thoughts.
{“I had a partner. That partner
drowned at our works in a butt of pur-
ple—not blue, mind you--dye. You see
the bare facts wentioned in the pa
{ pers (this what you say!) write a
i story about it. You make me, John
Saxon of your accursed book, murder
my partner, and you bring me to jus-
tice, yee
.
is
eh?
“Yes, that's 16,” 1 replied, casily
as I could. “I offer you my sineerest
apologles for the unpleasantness It
{ must have caused you; but 1 assure
you, on my honor, 1 never dreamed
i that you really existed, or 1 should not
have used such a plot.”
“But you must have
must have seen!” he
the table and his
my face,
What would have ha
meaning of his words had
stead of dawning, wily, upon me I
cannot think-—I want to know,
but, upon worried brain
slowly, the me not make me
and my who evidently
realized he bad without think-
how he trusted I
had missed his second sentence,
To help him to that belief 1
swoered:
as
known! You
I, leaning over
words into
erie
sing his
ppened If the
flashed, in
never
my
aning «id
coming
start, visitor,
nak ov
SiN al
v 3
SPOR,
prot ably
an
known ti
ner?
now,
“How could I have
tunate dyer had a part
mistake
have
of
written
my horrible course.
I onght never the
without first inquiring
plot would encroach
actual facts.”
He did not seem to hear me,
staring over my shoulder,
thought, like a man
io
book whether
my
Hpon
too much
He
deep
was
in
his
who dreams
thoughts,
“Bah!” he sald suddenly, with great
passion. “How did you learn all you
know, eh? You could not have guess.
ed what no one had suspected!”
“I fear I lerstand you,”
sald, with a sm
“You lie!
you think I have
led
fink
think
elee
do not une
ile
You know
}
come here
you lie! Do
to be suck
1
for any
account
on such prevarieations?
I brought this
git
You
with me
to get from an
how you discovered the purple spot
on my shir
pened, as you m
reason buat
of
you
t. how you saw how it hap.
though
sed
1 331
MIs I py.
ust have done,
in
ingeni
don’t
Can't
Rey your acour
YOu See,
d to me by 3
already t
fer in wh
have
FN
» was pure fi
sit tisfled *
he reg
in hig chair “What
I don't know. In
rire
Pras
i
ada
siodd Eel
yOu say may
any case,
me 1 !
and the people
ked man
has
ion of the police
Rochdale, I am
Probably the
me down
won't find the
“Probably
the police and people of It
in my novels and the death
partner,” I sald, with an effort
calmness not too easy to assume,
“Possibly 1 do!” he replied,
hoarse voloe,
the door.
with now!”
“Me?
“Yes,
I was
fore
story
doubt,
now
shirt
you the interest
averrate
ut there is you to reckon
you!
as safe
Your book
Do you think if I knew
from suspicion as be
was written 1 could
to-night 7’
“What do yon propose
Give yourself over to the police, eh?”
for I was weary of
nervous strain.
“It is you or me, and, by my soul, I
will seal your ljps!™
To my uttermost surprise he made a
dash round the table at me,
to do,
passion he forgot his revolver, 1
assailant, and, stepping back, 1 held
the barrel in his face,
“Btand back, John Saxon,
I eried.
He staggered
against the wall,
“Cilve me the
sald sternly.
With his wild eyes fixed upon the
revolver, he took the key from his
pocket and threw it upon the table. 1
or 1 fire!”
back and leaned
key, John Saxon”
Ag If he realized that the door would
open only to allow him to pass out to
the gallows, he made a desperate, sud.
den spring at me as, with my left
hand, I slipped the key Iuto the lock.
“Stand back!” 1 ered, and pushed
the revolver into the hollow of his
ashy cheek,
“Stop!” be ejaculated hoarsely, as
with an impetuous gesture he pushed
his Iank hair off his moistened brow
with hoth his hands, “What are you
going to do, old man? A price, price,
price! A price~my life! I'll buy my
life! A price?’
He crept toward me, shaking his
trembling arms above his bead, Sud.
denly he stopped, and his eyes started
frown thelr sockets, Fle threw his chin
forward as If trying to swallow some
lump rising in his throat, Then, as
and fell in a heap upon the floor,
A price! Nemesis had refused
price for life,
A “PRIVILEGE” NO LONGER WANTED.
his
Thames.
A very curious and Interesting case
has been decided by the court of ap-
peal. The present owner of Medmen-
ham Abbey and of the land on the op-
bank of the Thames has been
saddled with the responsibility
maintaining a ferry over the river, as
the result of an action which was be-
gun about a year ago. The question
nt issue was whether
ancient one, and attached to the
manor that the lord could be compelled
to maintain it. As everybody knows,
no questions are more obscure than
of ferries, rights of way
HO
commons,
ent proprietor may thankful
though he has lost his case, that
litigation has not been protracted for
years and years, We recollect a case
which arose out of an alleged ancient
right to dig gravel, which-—the
not the right—began in 1849, and ran
with varying fortunes for the next 40
years, to the great profit of the law.
yers and damage to the gravel. Our
system of real property Is a fearful
and wonderful thing, and it might
happen to any of us to buy a piece
of land and then find that the
bors had rights of “pisecary” In
pond, “turbary” In lawn,
“pannage—which is the right
nantations,
thi ng about
that
to divest
be
CASE,
neigh-
the
and
feed
the
hogs—In
The
menham os
‘ing
had no dou
Med
ndant
what
the
dele
Of
as
curious
i8e Is the
Wis himsedf
bt been regarded
obably
Manor In ex.
be any
attached
nde
an
He
and
io
{ter
privilege, There is pr
grant of Medmen
but there
ion that the
er when
Ho orig
nal Mi
can hardly
ferry
the grant
subsequent period,
the owner
iIstianoce,
Wis
it, eit} Was 1m
Or at some fis
act of muc
was given
io
to levy
occurred
i favor
the right
we do not suppose it ever
those who arranged that little ma
that a day when Medmen
ham would have an owner who would
be only too happy to abandon the
f he could get rid of the obligation
main the ferry. —L
tolls,
would come
tolls
to
tain mdon Globe
Snake a Remarkable Creature.
extraordinary
how Yer
840,
p= heir
to strike with
of both
urative
name
tives ROX es
and any lig meaning strict
luded
The
rtainly not a o
it ean please
the
its nn
snake Is 4
but
t admire
one of
MIR or
and the
0 be loved ns
wonderful
tions; tl
strangely
bizarre
look
wilien we
rad +3
ancerned, the |
tionate
1a jority
ature
on the whole
Ida
history
IS DO Or
whirh ho
Higion,
ce In re
and all
Chicago T
art of all nations
snake Imes.
The Mysterious Jumping Bean.
A tray of jumping
window
beans displayed
a shop always attracts a
actity of the three sided
Jumping
which grows on a tree
something like a castor oll plant,
power of locomotion is, of course. not
its own, but i= due to a repulsive little
worm which inside, and has a
passion for exercise, The worm,
whose long name is Carposapsa satti
lans, is the larva of a moth, injurious
to certain crops,
It is a lively worm,
lives
with eight legs,
of the
cities every
ready sale to curiosity seekers at the
New
beans are sent to
York Tribune,
Pear Tree 250 Years 004.
Absut twenty members of the Wa.
Cambridge Cemetery recently and in.
Stone, who emigrated
in 1685. The tree Is
ago by Simon
England
dicot pear tree in Salem, Mass, The
party was accompanied by the super.
intendent of the cemetery, Mr. Childs,
who explained what he knew concern.
ing the tree's history. The tree trunk
bas decayed conciderably, but has
been filled with cement to protect it
from the weather. It has several
healthy branches which bear about a
bushel of very large pears. Each
metnber of the party was presented
with a pear, and several were cut and
pieces distributed, The tree trunk is
large, being three feet in dinmeter gix
feet fiom the ground. Bo: ton Tran.
script,
Where Cats Are Cared For,
The number of 13.304 cats hing heen
received and fed In the Institution for
Lone and Starving Cats in London
since it wan established three years
ago. Anhmals that are Incurable are
painlessly pat to death,
A FIGHT WITH INDIANS.
SINCLE - HANDED A A BRAVE WOMAN |
HELD THE REDSKINS AT BAY,
A Story of the Peril ol a Pioneer Family
In Old Missouri
Chief Means of Defense.
On the southern slope of a hillside,
five miles west from St
midway between the Mis.
is the ruin
and even that has almost disappear.
ed—of a quaint, heavily built log struc
ture, known in the early days of the
white man's advance into Missour! as
Fort Kennedy, This outpost of the
westward march of civilization was
the scene ef a battle wag on one
Indians,
on the other by a woman, and the re.
sult of which was the woman's victo-
ry. It was the battle of a woman for
her home and little ones, and for her
own life,
It was autumn, and the Osages, the
tribe of Indians that inhabited the ter
ritory at that time, were roving about
in bands hunting, the game season be
ing at its zenith, At the time men
marandings and murders by
the Indians had frequent
than usual. It was not strange, there.
fore, that Mother Kennedy, standing
at the front of the fort,
feel apprehensive as she peered
the vista in front, flanked
side by long files of glant or
hickories She and her three
children were the only persons at the
fort. Her
morning with his
quest of game
venison having ati
He had said he would return la
ternoon, but had not
Musing on the probabilit
band’s return, fearing
happened, yet
what
gan
brings
almost
finished the evening’
ed the fort The
the anxious woman stepped
listen, Rhe thought
tified of her bh ands
singing or
cheery
dogs, She
dark, and
and
zed
1046,
been more
should
down
ither
nnd
email
door
upon «
tks
and bad gone out
and
hush
dogs
galt pork and
Come
Fes ae
Come.
che feared,
doing the
about a 1
dark when Mother
irm house
8 work and enter
2 - >
evening men: ovep
:
outside
be
Hit ¢ }
approach by
vi feed
she might
waited until
then sud
on
It seemed to be a long
plaintive
The or
th
her that
crying
ear,
time
was repeats
wis n
house,
warer than
hardy
SOI
for something
eo]
panther
fort. Peering
of the fort, Mrs
conld see forms of
edgy
nothing =i
Cry RErTew
through
Kennedy faned
Indi
of the clearing,
ang gathering
on the a few rods
She raised her ri
If it were a panther, to fire woul
the animal away
If the forms she thought saw
real a shot would warn the In.
dian« that the inmates of the fort were
aware of their presepee and prepared
receive them. The forms drew
nearer until she could al stinguish one
She aimed and fired, A
form leaped Into the alr, there was a
and hurying of foot
steps back to the shelter of the trees,
Mra. Kennedy quickly reloaded her
rifle and, knowing the tactics of the
Indians, made a circuit of the room
and looked out of the portholes—there
were four, one on each side of the
fort—to see if an approach was at.
tempted from any other point She
could see nothing, Another contingen.
cy now presented itself. KRhe no soon-
er thought of it than she emptied the
ie,
she
geese and turkey feathers into the fire.
place. Then, to be prepared for an.
emergency, she awakened her little
ones and made them stand near the
door ready to run for the timber if it
should be necessary to attempt
save herself by flight.
wis developed,
shots were fired in front of the fort.
Mra. Kennedy rushed to the porthole |
on that side and raised her rifle. But
she did not fire. She walted for one |
of those dark forms to appear, so that
she might fire effectively. None ap-
peared. but the ruse of the Indians
was effective, and one or two of their
number reached the fort from the rear
and scaled a pole to the roof. Hear.
ing the clatter on the roof, Mrs. Ken:
nedy understood what it meant, and
the fact that the reds were daring
enough to attempt the feat also con.
vinced her that they knew her husband
was away. She sprang from the port.
hole to the fireplace, flint and steel In
hand. There was a flash and flames
and pungent smoke from the feathers
rolled up the chimney.
Howls of disgust and a quick clam.
boring from chimney to roof told that
the movement had been successful
the Indians who bad started down the
chimney retreated from the heat and
stifling smoke. Mrs. Kennedy struck
a light to the tallow dip, so that if the
¥
wenpe into the darkness with Ber lit
tle ones, while the assailants were tem
porarily blinded by the light. She had
{ Just set the light on the table in the
! center of the room when there came a
| battering at the door of the fort, The
Indians in front of the place bad taken
i advantage of the opportunity offered
{ by the ruse of the reds on the roof to
secure a large timber and charge
against the door in an attempt to bat
[ter it In. At the third blow the lower
half of the plank in the centre of the
gave way, leaving an aperture
Inrge enough to permit a man crawling
through. Mrs, Kennedy sprang to one
gide of the door and with up
raised axe, A painted face appeared
at the aperture, but as Mrs, Kennedy
stood close to the wall and on one side
and the children on the other, all keep
ing quiet, the little ones obeying every
sign of their mother and, like
pariridges, ready to run and
her signal, the warrior saw
The painted face was thrust
{ into the opening, and seeing
| the Indian started boldly through
broken door.
Mrs, Kennedy compressed her lips
until blood was forced from them, and
the indian had well withi
room and was
hawk, she brought
door
stood
ng
an
nothing.
further
nothin
the
hide
when
the
toms
ith crushing force on his
hastily pulled hin
a1 Hed him. The Ind
hs
there w danger
got
about to draw
down tl
skull
aside while
a8 no
having uttered ROUND
no
mmber throug
mek
:
iy
ftarted
Mrs, Kenn
jushand
iich opene
were fi
of the ol
several shots
from the edge
effective, and the
ed unharmed,
the door and
Indians
Noe
he fort
barrica
was
enter
ading
hildren to bed, hu
port
and
Indians dl
wntche
ECCENTRIC GENFRAL REYES.
Because He Works.
f
i Jose leader of
Nias
Reyes, the
yiead atel
«d an
labor
put together
hard
gang
were the best we ever made
giwars «
and whatever
division hey were
up to standard,
«aid he would do was invariably
ried out letter. Of course, this
abit of industry and practice of ful
filling his obligato to
be regarded with suspicion by Central
Ameri Some thought his mind
must be «lightly unbalanced, but he
went right ahead regardless, and was
with us in all about two years. If his
revolt had succeeded [| believe there
wonld have been a great change in
conditions in Niearagua, for in
opinion he is the one and only leader
in that part of the world who sincerely
| favors encouraging foreign immigra
tion and investment. The prayer of
the others ig ‘give us this day our daily
American,” and when they get him
they skin him. The consequence is
they don't get very many. Reyes real
izes that it is better, ne a purely busi
ness proposition, to pgotect foreign
capital and reap a steady revenue from
increased commerce, and, as I said be.
fore, he is absolutely the only promi.
nent Central American whose craniom
{has been penetrated hy that fact”
New Orleans Times Democrat,
car
1
fo the
ne caused Reyes
REE
iy
i. SUSAN A
Fourd a Bride 8 Tub of Butter,
Mize Belle Lafllin, a farmer's daugh-
{ ter, residing near Great Bend, wrote
| her name and address upon a card and
imbedded it in a tub of butter which
her father was shipping to a Philadel
| phia commission house six months ago.
| Bhe requested the finder to write to
her. Ten days later the chef of one
of Philadelphia's leading hotels wrote
to Miss Lafliin, who promptly replied,
A month later the chef came to the
Laflin bomestead. There will be a
wedalog in Great Bend township dur.
ing the holidays, and Miss I ~Min will
be the bride. Wilkesbarre a) Rec.
ord,
——
The Word Won Mim,
Sprockett—-Wheeler seems to be
stuck on that new doctor of his
Bkorcha--Yes, he likes his upto
dateness, When Wheeler was «ick in
bed the first thing the doctor sald was:
again in a few days” Catholic
Standard and Times,
A
A Cuban radish grown this year near
Manatas weighed sight pgunda.
Wonder, al Dog Dead.
owned by Miss La-
her of
: Bport,”
A remarkable dog
vina M, Horton, a
Port Chester, N. Y..
ax he was known to nearly every one
in Port Chester, was elected several
years ago to membership in the Harry
Hook and Ladder Company.
schoolteu
is dead,
the
to
on par
him, and he would sit on
sent
cap for
driver's and GInpany
a fire or when went out
Hig career as a fireman was sud
foe them
they
ade,
denly ended one day when he fell from
the truck
He
that
his leg
dog
and broke
was the only
went to Bunday
ax he heard the Sunday school bell he
would wag his tall and trot off with his
mistress, who was the superintendent,
On their arrival at St
would visit each and, after
greeting the would lie down
the platform until the of the
session. It was only OCen
that he be to at
tend church, although wns a firm
friend of the rector, the Rey. €. BE.
Brugler. One Sun day the rector
Wiis
Sport,
the village
school, As
in
BOOT
Peter's church
he class,
scholars,
on close
oh a few
sions could induced
he
when
who had
walked solemnly
laid
wirvimmen
and put hb
When Miss
in the pul
wen
and
wii
re he down in a
vate acy
the
hition
REV EnD
rtyv-four
woral
two-cl
century
1nd one-fourth octan
The
a
silowers
e150
continuo
ung wife
xeellent tas
so glad yon
“It was
cost only
fifteen dolla echoed the
“Fifteen
En
in
solid gold”
“You could never wet
for that price.”
in aston:
it isn't
interposed
a solid gold chain
“What is it, th
“Shy, gold fi}
“i see’
on?
ed, to In sure
£aid her husband,
chin reflectivels “But why this
stdden streak of economy? Don't
think I can afford to wear a solid
chain?”
course you
thix one is
and
said
stroking
his
you
gold
“Of
“But
ten years
“Well,”
ingly.
“Well, dear,” concluded, after
hesitation, “as that is quite as
long as you are likely to live, I thought
it would be foolish Stravagance to
pay any more!” —~Woman's Home
Companion.
can” she assented.
guaranteed to last for
and
the millionaire, inguir.
she
some
Cations Calvary Clover Bud.
A most remarkable little plant,
which is exciting not a little attention
among plant lovers, is the calvary
clover. Though generally supposed to
be a native of Palestine, this pretty
and curious little plant will live and
grow freely in the somewhat smoky
atmosphere of Chicago,
Admirers of this plant say that to
produce healthy and thriving plants it
is necessary to sow the seed on Good
Friday, while the more unimaginative
say that some time during the spring
will do just az well,
When the little leaves of the eglvary
clover first appear above ground each
division of the leaf has a deep red
spot lite freshly spilt blood upon it,
which Insts for some weeks and finally
fades away,
The three leaflets composing each
leaf stand erect during the day in the
form of a cross, with the head in posi.
tion and arms extended, uit as the
sun begine to set and evening to draw
on the tiny arm leaflets are brought
together and the top leaflet, or head,
Is bowed over them.
Badly Timed.
“Didn't you feel dreadfully when
you knew you were going to faint,
Mise Guuny¥
“Yes: 1 had on a pair of old shoes