FIRST WOMAN BAILIFF, one will lend me a pencil and plece of paper on the way to" Tramp, tramp, tramp, The guard was walking up and down outside, Hark! what was that? The man had cocked his rifle. Another sound--horses, @ score of them at least, a challenge from the guard, a curt reply in a volce which Ogden knew; then silence fol- lowed by the sound of a key turning in the door, then “Out of this, boy. Come.” A tall figure stood in the doorway, beckoning, on the point of addressing her, when ghe rose and with a very stately In- elination of her head sald: ‘1 am the Shah Jehan,’ at the same time ex tending a tiny hand covered with jew- els. When | had somewhat recovered from my confusion I noticed that, al though of diminutive stature, she had a very handsome, intellectual face, She wore close fitting pantaloons of gold brocade, embroidered jacket and a muslin toque.” “RAGS AND RICHES” A Romance of Darkes London BY ARTHUR APPLIN. The Greatest English Story efdiedesa Times. Portlandt; Oregon has Appointed Mrs. M. E, Daggett The first woman bailiff ever appoint- ed In Portland, Oregon, was recently sworn into office. She Is Mrs. M. I. Daggett, who for the past three months has been engaged as a volunteer officer in the Portland Juvenile Cours mime Lady Letty, the nine. toon year old Qaughiter of the Duke of Tord Dy Pres BY CHAPTER IL John Ogden turned his head; the muzzle of a Ninchester carbine was within an inch of his neck, and the Sheriff's eruel eyes were behind it. Ogden felt numb and nerveless, In a flash he saw the significance of the words; he was as a bird within strik- ing distance of a rattlesnake, “Walk out of this,” said the Sheriff. Ogden turned to the door, meeting the eager faces of a crowd of people who had heard the shot. The sheriff beckomed to two men. “Take hinr to the casa, boys, and stay by him.” The promptness of action and lack of official ceremony in Western trials by jury is one of the features of fron. tier life. At eight o'clock in the morn- fag John Ogden had been a free man—— dy noon he was on trial for his life The court-house was the largest room in the hotel, a convenient spot, for the judge was the hotel proprietor. John's trial lasted exactly two hours. Sheriff Lassiter, “our worthy officer of law,” as Judge Sanderbach explained to the eastern visitors assembled to enjoy the ecvremony, gave his evidence with a eignity and self-restraint that was awch admired, He stated briefly, how when pafing the post-office, he had heard the sounds of a struggle Inside followed by a revolver shot, and enter. ing had discovered the deceased in a dying condition, the prisoner standing over him, pistol in hand. Long before this Ogden had re- covered himself. “It is a lie,” he blurted out, In re spouse to a bland and courteous ques- tion from the judge, “a foul lie from beginning to end.” “Do you say so, now?” echoed the Sheriff's attorney, the only lawyer In town. “That, I reckon, will be mos! interesting news to the jury. Please tell »- why? The cowboy gave his account of the fucident, and then the lawyer passed a very pleasant and profitable half TEN RIFLES WERE SW hour in crossexamination, during which Ogden's previous assault upon the Sherif was Introduced Into the case in a manner which completely ruined amy chance of acquittal he might otherwise have had. Ultimately a verdict of “Guilty of murder” was given by the jury and sentence of death by bhamging solemnly passed by the judge, the execution to take place at sunrise the next morning, The prisoner was then marched back to his cell—an empty shanty—the court adjourned for lunch, and those who had witnessed the trial went quietly home. Only one person felt at all uneasy, This was a Mr. Edward Clincher, the storekeeper and oldest resident In the town, The most ghabblly dressed and Insignificant of men ia appearance, “Ed” Clincher was the richest man In the country and his dollars had been accumulated by twenty years’ hard work, endurance of muck “ ardship, and constant danger to life and limb. “A queer bit there,” he muttered to himself as he stepped out of the hotel blinking in the bright sunlight, “Burt is paying off scores for that pounding wonder-—-well, well,” shaking himself, “what does it matter to me? Hello, José Gallegos A band had been lald on his arm; and a brown face, now a sickly yellow withsanxiety, was eagerly peering Into Lis, “Oh, Senor Edwardo, me want to speak you bad. Ah, earamba! very, very bad” The boy was mad with exeltement, and Bd, a kindly man with Mexicans and especially with this one, soothed bins Hike a child, “There—there, little fool.” he sald fn Spanish, “What's to do? Walt, now; don't try firing off like a pistol at half cock. Come Into the store and talk.” José yielded with a grimance, follow. ing Mr, Clincher to a eapacious log and adobe bullding, and once inside, he poured forth In the most voluble of fpanish, a story that moved both Mr, Clincher and his wife, who listened with her husband, to exclamations of horror and indignation. It appeared brother, Maximo, a 000k, house ARTHOR. PATERSON servant, and general help at the post- office, and was on the premises this morning. When the trouble began, he had secreted himself where he could see all that went on, and had been an eye witness to the quarrel; had seen Lassiter fire the fatal shot, and with great difficulty had contrived to escape detection and capture, Terrified he had ridden off to his brother and told him all. José wishing to save Ogden, but knowing the contempt with which the evidence of a Mexicanwould betreated, and the denger to his brother if they had moved in the matter, had been in despair, until a thought came upon him to seek the help of Mr. Clincher, who happened to be the banker of the remaining portion of his legacy. Clincher paced up and down theroom, his face growing darker every moment, and little Maximo when he was brought in, was horribly scared. But when Mr. Clincher questioned with gentle firm- ness he concealed nothings At the end the si.rekeeper fell into deep thought, the Mexicang eagerly watchinghisface, “It will cost money,” he said aloud, half to himself, half to them. “Why should I spend money on a darned cowboy? “Money,” cried José, the rest of the speech being beyond him. “I have money. Yes, me: Senor Don José llario Gallegos, All the money that lies with vou I will spend to save his life—every dollar.” “pghaw, yon are a fool,” was the rough rejoinder, “Your head's turned. What's he to you, boy?” “My friend,” and the dark eyes flash- ed, “Senor, he took my part when all others were my enemies, and after he took my hand as if he had been a brother. 1 will never forget—he took my hand. You,” with a quaint pitying smile, “you, Senor Ed, are an Ameri- cano; you will not understand.” Mr. Clincher stared at this sudden change of tone, but there was no time for ling out enigmas, “Have it as you will, boy,” he said, UNG TO SnOuLDER.” juletly. “We'll share the expense, meb- be. I'll have a letter to write, which you must take to Jonathan Hame, who's Ogden’s boss, and told me once Ogden would beat the band for honesty and grit. Vamos, now.” it was ten miles to Hame's ranch, but the Mexicans caught the cattleman just as he was off for a holiday in the Eastern States, By sundown he was in Clincher's store, That evening the Clincher family supped late. They entertained a dozen guests, and it was a pleasant, sociable supper, for all the men were neighbors and friends. At the head of the table sat Clincher, the host, quietandserene; on his right, Jonathan Hame, the larg est owner of cattle in the country, a trifle absent in manner, but as undis turbed as his friend; opposite was a slim, hardfeatured man, Collett, the sheep king; and on his right Dan Bacon, most successful breeder of horses In New Mexico, and so the list went on, After the supper, Clincher rose quietly from his chair, and locked the door. “Friends,” he sald, returning to the table, “we must talk business now." All this time Ogden was locked In the Casa awaiting his fate, With his coat rolled up for a pillow, he lay on his back gazing up through the grat ing at the sky. Hope was all gone ~nothing left but dreary, bitter des. pale, Thus thrown back upon his thoughts, his mind flew away from his present surroundings, over land and sep, five thousand miles, back to the smoky Lancashire town where he was born, and where all he loved In the world were now living. His father, his brothers, his mother~here he choked, and hot tears streamed down bis ehecks unchecked. She had been a very foolish mother. John had been her firstborn, and she had petted him, spofit him, cuddled him. He had re paid her as a willful young daredevil will, by trampling upon her with care less scorn, and utterly defying any later attempts at comtrol, yet he had loved her passionately, and for her silo 1d rosistod many o grim tempts. on, “1 will write,” ho sald aloud. “Some “Old man—Hame,” John gasped. “That's me. No word on it now. There ain't time.” John looked around. All about him were mounted men, a strange mixture herders, red. faced Texans, and gswarthy Mexicans—usually the bitterest of en- emies—now for the first and only time in their lives standing shoulder to shoulder ag comrades, to fight in a com. mon cause, “To the hotel, boys,” said a voice, Bd. Clincher’s. “Not a egound. ‘We have a wily steer to rope, and must work clear around him before we throw.” e They wheeled, and, with John and Hame In the centre, galloped down the one road Calhoun possessed, reaching Sanderbach’s hotel in a few minutes. Lights were dancing in the windows there, people running to and fro in mortal fright, for it was sald that a party of cowboys mad with drink were about to shoot up the town. The scare had just begun, and before anyone could leave the place flame, Clincher, Collett and Bacon, with a force of fifty men, were round it in an unbroken ring. Judge Sauderbach, portly and respec- table, stepped out upon the porch. lehind him on the stairway to the upper story, were pale-f~eed visiters, The judge, a tall, fine-looking man, asked with an Injured air of dignified surprise what they wanted, The storekeeper answered, Sheriff of this town, Judge.” «The Judge smiled, “He is not here, my friend. “We search your house room. Boys, Clincl houlder, ten of you I need'nt say, keep He moved a pace nearer, men behind him gave the sling forward, rl terror from the ladies on the sta “Stay, sir, he Judge said solemnly. “You shall answer for this to the Gov- ernor of this Territory, though I can- not resist yon now. He stepped inside a room near the or, and the waited in grim silence. At last a tall slouching figure came slowly down the passage into the lighted hall ye 3 " ver him Cover nim, “The 1" room by er spol ] follow your £1 ing fre foe? 4 men said Clincher gharyly, and ten rifles were swung to shoulder, and again ladies ghrieked. The Sheriff, however, raised his hands above his head and stood still, In a moment they had closed around him, in a@ few more the porch of the Sand- erbach Hotel was deserted. Meanwhile, in the kitchen of Ed Clincher’s house collected a small com- pany of men, the same who had supped there some hours earlier. Before them stood Burt Lassiter, guarded. At a table in the center of the room sal Ed Clincher, a Bible at his left hand and a big sixshooter at his right, “Burt Lassiter,” he said, rising, and taking up the Bible, “swear on this Bible to tell the truth” ho prisoner advanced, and in a husky tone took the oath, touching the Bible with his the “You are on trial” the storekeeper continued, “before these men who are responsible for this town In right of being the first settlers in the country, and having most stake in it “You have this day accu cent man of mur ] bribery had him “Now, answer member you are on yi killed Ben Slade? The bre flat he sed an inno er. Al ans of to death. this question, and ir oath—-Who condemed nrisoner H His fin head face fare was hi gers twitched, but he held his high and smiled In Clinel “John Ogden, the man today.” « Clincher turned his head, and made a sien to a man near the “Bring In Maximo Gallegos™ Mexican boy came in, very but able to give his evidence clearly The prisoner laughed. “Did you ever know a greaser to tell the truth?™ “Call John Ogden.” John was cool now, and spoke ghort ly, to the point, When asked If he had any questions, Lassiter merely shook his head. But he was not sr ing now. “I'll swear against a thou and oaths, I did not—=" Clincher held up his hand. “Drop that,” he sald sternly. “Give him the bullet,” A small conical pellet of lead was shown to the prisoner, who started and then tried to smile contemptously. “It is a rifle bullet,” Clincher sald very quietly. “Ogden, by your evi dence, only carried a revolver. Yot the bullet you hold now was found In Slade’s body, and fits your rifle ex actly.” A moment of silence, while Lassiter tried to speak-and falled. “Answer me again" Clincher, There was a low gurgling ery, and the Sheriff fell grovelling at Clincher’s foot, “Mercy, mercy,” he whispered, “For God's sake have mercy, and | will" “Stop” Clincher's eyes flashed fire and cast away hands that had elutched Wis. “Citizens, this. man is guilty. In your name [I condemn him to be hanged by the nock in public at sunrise to-mor row” And thas was even handed justice done, without shadow of law, at Cal houn. in the Territory of Now Mexico. —— Frozen soup, In small Jeather sacks, fs carried by travellers in Eastern Siberia. Frozen milk is also carried In the same way. ors I arrested WTP The frightened, thundered EL A pound of phosphorus will head 1,000,000 matches. Et Chrysanthemums were grown China before the eleventh contuary. _— The Mexican lap dog Is the smallest member of the dog family. _— The hour was divided into sixty minutes because no other small number has as many div) as sixty. It oan be evenly divided by 8, 8, 4, 6, 6, in 10, 15, 20 and 30, —cowboys, bronco busters, and sheep-} Ldos MRS, M. E. DACGETT." The entire .ife of Mrs. Daggett has been devoted to charity, She is the daughter of a Methodist clergyman and was born in Kentucky. When a young girl she went to Kansas with her parents and was in that state in the days when it was known as “Bleed, ansas” Mrs. Daggett began her ritable work when quite young and juently came to grief. Eu WOMEN RULERS OF INDIA. Three Begums of Bhopal Who Have Been at Head of a Large Native State. Among the interesting personages whom the Prince and Princess of Wales have met in the course of their tour through India, none presents & more engrossing study than the woman ruler of the State of Bhopal, Nawab Sultan Jehan, Begum, if the London accounts may be regarded as authen- tie. The Begum is a daughter and a granddaughter of a Begum, and be tween them these three women have ruled, for the past sixty years, the tinies of a state comprising nearly 7.000 square wiles of territory and a population of a million people. The mot) of the present ruler de- seconded from the famous Dost Moham- mad Khan, the founder of the Bhopal dynasty. She succeeded to the throne in 1568, in which year she sent to Queen Victosia a quaint letter ao knowledging her majesty’s kindness iu accepting the dedication of a book written by the Begum's mother, the enlightened Sikandar, describing her pligrimage to Mecca. The in question is & pictur an oriental jou on of the char lace as seen and in lady. The een particular 18 quantities - Yor La ’ of book sque record taining an appreciat ristics of that un derst by an Ii Begum seems to have ly struck by the eu of food which the in! nts of Meo ca were able to consume. She records that they were in the habit of dispos- ing of five or six pounds welght per hand per day. They appeared to thrive on If, how er, for the Begum vouches for the fact that the average man was so ab- normall that he thought noth- ing of carrying a weight of 500 pounds from the street to the top of a house, The Begum apparently took a great in. terest in building operations in Mec. ca, for she includes in her book a list of building materials, with their cost Loyal to England. The loyalty to the British Govern- ment, to which the present Begum's mother referred in her letter to Queen Victoria, was strikingly exhibited by the famous Sikandar who ruled dur ing the mutiny. At the height of the Insurrection a deputation from her army gathered outside the palace and expressed a wish that the Begum would put hen self at the head of her men and lead them on to Delhi to exterminate the infidel British, The Begum promised to do so, but during the night she, with a few faithful adherents, caused the whole army, consisting of about three thousand men all told, to be dis armed and thelr weapous hidden, The following day she offered to lead them unarmed to Delhi, but the army thought better of it. This plucky act probably had a great influence on the trend of events, and it undoubtedly saved the Dritish residents at a neigh. boring town from massacre, Bhopal has always been one of the most friendly of the Indian States. So far back as 1778, when Gen. Goddard marched across India, Bhopal was the only Indian power which showed it. self friendly. Th 1818 the British Gov. ernment formed an alllance with Bho. pal, guaranteeing to the Nawab the possession of the State. More Liberty for Women, The Shah Gehan Begum, the daugh. ter of Sikandar, succeeded In 1868 and proved a most worthy follower of her mother, She threw aside the restric tions of the “purdah,” which Imposed the strictest seclusion upon Indian women, and was always accessible, conducting business on her own Initia tive with the greatest vigor. M. Louls Rousselet, a French explorer, thus de- scribes a moeoting he had with her many years ago, “I had an appointment with Her Highness” he wrote, “and so 1 called at the palace, which fe-full of Bute n of "ov TRY, acts 3 4 : iva ty sirong the restriction of the “purdah.” The present Begum still keeps up When she was presented to the Prince of Wales at Indore, ghe was crowned with | gold, her face veiled behind a burka | of light blue and her figure draped in blue of a deeper shade, The reign of women in Bhopal fis likely to cease with the death of the present Begum, for ghe has two sons and a daughter, and the heirapparent is the oldest son! 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