TRW' . j , w (.-". rr s .'!'.' ,HiJ 4 J 7-'X J P" Vl v W H 4 1(J THE SCRANTON TRIBUNE-SATURDAY, 3EPTEM&ER 27, 190& j Tb? Lin? i. THE accommodation shambled on to thn siding to give the right or way to the cast bound lim ited. There . were three sharp blasts from tho whistle, a wheezing ot the brake-hose, a crash of couplings, and the Manges Bnubbed the rails until the croaking wheels came to n stop. Several passengers ventured out on the platforms, where they stood with collars turned up, hands deep In pockets, shivering nnd discussing the cause ot the delay. The coach following tho tender was a smoker, and was occupied by a com pany of United States volunteers, re turning home after a year's service In the South. The men who came out ot this car smoked cigarettes and pipes, and swore Impartially at the weather and at the engineer. It was not an Inviting scene? The atmosphere was raw and the wind bit ing. The rain was falling In u steady drizzle, and the clouds of blai'k smoke that rolled from the locomotive huddled near the ground like a heavy fog. The flag depending from the roof of the smoker was water-soaked, and wagged to and fro In the wind. The sky was a monochrome of dull gray, which blend ed naturally with the color of the earth. The clearing on each side of the track was covered with UlacKcneu stumps and dead undergrowth. To the left, on the ridge of a low hill, against thn sombre sky-line, was rt fringe of-applc trees, their outlines so obscured by the blue of the rain that they looked like .the faint traceries of figures on ancient tapestry. The air Inside the smoker was heavy With the funics of tobacco. So thick was the hnze that the soldiers, In their uniforms nf a shade not much darker than smoke, looked more like silhou ettes than human beings. Faces were Indistinguishable at throe yards, and the sharpest eyesight could not pene trate the length of the car. Out of this rilve of smoke Issued a constant buz, of voices, subdued to a drone by the vibrant bass nf the swaying trucks. When the train stopped this sound swelled Into a strident claifior, one part laughter, three parts grumbling. In one corner of the car, near the water tank, four soldiers were playing pedro. They talked loudly and gesticu lated wildly, after the manner of men that hazard small sums on games of chance. A soldier with mors curiosity .than caution opened a slndow near the' players. A "brisk puff of wind swept In, gathered up the cards, and distributed them to different corners Jbt the car. The four gamesters closed Mn for an attack. They pushed for ward, shoulder to shoulder, grappled with the offender, and forced him to the lloor where he squirmed, wriggled and exhausted valuable breath In the Invention1 of curious phrases. "Quit yeh foolin' and shut that win dow," bawled a voice from one of the rear seats. , "Want to freeze us out?" demanded another. "You fellows must think we've been summering on the North Pole," said a third. "Cheese It here conies the sergeant," warned a distant voice. The battle came to an end as a tall form loomed up through the smoke. The tall soldier had chevrons on his sleeves and he closed the disputed win dow with an air of authority. Trjc five soldiers did not look upon this" act with the spirit of resignation and obedience that privates are sup posed to exhibit In the presence of a superior ofllcet'. As they had been mustered out they considered themselves no longer under the tyranny of a man whose only claim to distinction was the possession of three white qtrlpcs. "What did yell shut that window lor?" demanded one of the belligerents. "To keep the wind out," answered the sergeant, calmly. "It's none of your business, Dunk," growled another member of the quin tette. "Yes it Is, old man," was the smil ing retort. "No It isn't." mocked a third. "Well, what are you going to do about If.'" inquired the tall soldier, With a provoking Inflection of the voice. "We'll show you," said one of the men. "Show me what?" continued the ser geant, In the same exasperating man ner. "Show you that you're not bossing this train," said a short soldier as he took hold of the window catch. "Don't raise It, Billy," warned the sergeant. Billy made no reply, but tugged at the window. "Because If you do," said the ser geant, "I'll toss you through It." The short soldier wheeled around In stantly, and started to peel hl.s blouse. His tanned face was russet with rage. "That kind of talk means fight," he raid, speaking quietly with an effort, "and you ought to know by this time that a fellow don't have to hunt very far for trouble In this crowd." "t Just as soon tight, nilly. If that's all you want. Rut what's the use?" "Well, why. don't you mjnd your own business then?" "Far'a I'm concerned personally," ex plained the tall soldlor, "I'd Just as soon you'd open all the windows and doors, so you needn't get rambunctious, J, shut it on Carew's account the cold ar won't do him any good," He nodded toward a thin, hollow , faced soldier, sleeping in a tiinrhy seat, his head pillowed on n rolled blanket, "I forgot all about the Kid," said JBIHyi sWearlng apologetically, his face lighting up with good nature. "We'll call It oft this time, Dunk." "Just as you say, Rllly," laughed the sergeant. Ho returned to his seat, lighted, his pipe and leaned back with a' grunt 'of satisfaction. Billy came ddwri' he aisle and took a seat besldo his late 'antagonist. "What do suppose s the matter with hjm. .'anyway ?" he asked, Jerking his inumn ov?r nis. snouioer in tho dlree. tlon of1 the sleeping Carew, "Fever?" "Move, likely starvation," answered Dunk,' "When a fellow's oft his feed he doesn't relish sowbelly six days In the week, and horse meat on Sunday, Prime lilrn with some genuine grub and he'd be as flno as felt In no time." "Clreat guns, Dunk, don't talk about real grub. I won't act natural at a table again. I'll bet I've forgotten how to handle a knife and fork." "Il's something like swimming," laughed Dunk. "Once you get the Sing Of it you'll never quite forget It. i'n a little out of practice myself, but ' of Least Resisfaoce; I'll put In a few dnyn training to get. back Into shape again." "When I was, In the hospital last month," said Billy, "I used to lay awake nights thinking o' real things to cat beefsteak and onions, pumpkin pie and dumplings. ; Ever that way, Dunk?" "Well, I guess. I've been feeling that way bo long now that 1 begin to think that 1 wasn't cut out for a fighting man." "My slnte of mind, exactly," Bald Billy, lighting a cigarette. "However It ain't done us any harm," continued the tall soldier, "nnd It will be something to boast about when we "You can boast about It until you're red In tho fnct," said Billy; "but I'm not hankering after that kind of amusement. Four months ut Chatta nooga, In the rainy season, marching thirty miles every day through the mud to get Into shape, and doing guard duty half tlie night; three months nt Tampa, broiling like a terrapin; four months nt Havana, half-starved, hnlf-slck, worked out. What do you get out of it? Thirteen per and glory enough to swell a toy balloon." "Ought to be satisfied you're allve.j' commented ,the tall soldier. "It's no fault of the government that I am," Billy retorted. "When time's up they pack us like a lot of blooming lobsters In n leaky old scow. They stow us away In a cow shed at Sa vannah till we're mustered out; then they send us North .In a rickety old car jerked by nn engine with the asth- ma, and here we are, boxed up like tramps, ten days on tho road, when they could have sent us home in three." "What do you want, Billy, the earth?" Billy grinned expansively. "Nope," he answered, "Just Monroe county. You can have Cuba and all the rest of It." "You're nn ungrateful cub," growled Dunk. "You ought to he thankful you're coming home with a whole skin." "That's just the point," said Billy, with a scowl. "I've had enough of this tin soldier business; and I'm tired of playing marbles. If we had only done .something down there, this year's work would have been worth while. I can't express just what I mean, but damn it nil, Dunk, I'd rather be rot ting in the trenches at Santiago than streaking back home without having fired a gun and I'll bet there ain't a fellow In the company that doesn't feel the same way." Tho tall soldier did not reply. Simi lar thoughts lurked In ljls mind. Ho peered through the water-seamed win dows at the squat stumps in the clear ing, and as he gazed, these charred boles became transformed. The gray and black landscape dissolved Into a mob-like body o'f men rushing bolt wise across a soggy field, under a low sinister sky. From the distant fringe ot trees flashed dashes and dots of fire, th" signal code of death, and above the branches of the trees trailed long gos samer scarfs of smoke. Then the scene slilfted. The clearing still stretched before his eyes; but there were no long lines of men sweeping like blue waves across the spongy sod, no smoke eddying above the treetops on the slope of the hill. But, scattered over the field, were fantastic shapes, ghast ly, motionless. Arms were bent and heads were twisted in Incredible posi tions. Here and there were heaps of mangled bodies. Mired In the mud were dismantled guns nnd shattered caissons, over them lay the huddled carcasses of horses fallen in harness. Suddenly a black shape soared over the distant treetops, followed by a second shape, then a third; until the sky was crowded with an ebon army of scaven gers, croaking lustfully In anticipa tion of the feast. The tall soldier shiv ered and shu his eyes from the horror of It all. His companion touched his arm. "wonder how long we're going to stay in this God-forsaken place?" he asked. The tall soldier started at the touch, and he looked through the. window a trifle timidly, half expecting to be hold tho buzzards at their banquet. But there was the clearing with the blackened stumps, and the hill with the trees In the distance. "I'm glad," he muttered enigmatic ally. "tilad of what?" gunted Billy. The tall soldier faced about In his seat. "I'm just glad that I'm alive and in this train," ho said, simply. The long crescendo of a whistle float ed down the track, and the signal was answered by two staccato blasts from tho engine on the siding. There was u sudden swish, that swelled Into a roar like that of a cataract, and tho Black Diamond Kxpress shot by as If hurled from a gigantic catapult, leaving a clanged, and with a good deal of snort- HISTORICAL PUZZLE FOB THE LITTLE ONKS.-Cut riVii '"5u Pencil mHrunroimrt tho hidden object, save them until Saturday ftffn ntl tfV"1? t0, TilB '1'rlbl',no ""Ice' In an onve ope , "ddwewd & T?fbue0Mondarn?o"nl0ngfl,St ln- W,M Lv the,r PufcaVThe An American woman protects the American Hag. Kind her husband and slater. long ribbon of smoke colling through the nlr. The engine on the switch gave three shrill whistles'," tlie bell' Ing nnd putting it rolled " slowly for ward.' The noise broke Carew's sleep. Ho straightened up and peered through the wuter-stnlned windows. ' "I say, Dunk, where In the deuce are we?" "Pretly near Rochester, I reckon," replied the tail soldier. "Let me take your folder, Billy, and I'll find out Just where we nre. I was never over this road before." He studied the green sheet, whistling softly the while. "Humph! this thing's nil mixed up. Buffalo branch, Seneca Falls branch, Wlllard branch, where In the name of common sense Is Itochester? These railroad maps arc about as clear as a Chinese cryptogram. Oli, here we arc. We left Oeneva nt 7.40, and It's now 8.33. Tljnt brings us to Itochester Junction. That's the " place wc just stopped at. We'll be In the city In twenty-five minutes." "I suppose there's a deputation of citizens to meet us," said Carew. "And a gang or G. A. B.'s with a brass band, followed by the mayor and aldermen In carriages," added Billy. "The procession headed by a squad of policemen, with drawn clubs to keep back the crowds," continued Carew. "Don't build your air castles too high," oautioned Dunk. "1 don't Imagine there'll be more than half the population out to meet us, not In this kind of weather. And this re turned soldier business Is about played out by this tlmp. We're tho third to get bac'k, you know. And you must remember that we haven't done any lighting." "Worse'n a blooming old home guard," commented Billy, In a disgust ed voice. "That isn't our fault," said Carew. "But you can't make the people be lieve that we're worth our salt," said Dunk. "If we were, why didn't they put us on the firing line? That's what people say." "And that's right," commented Billy. "We're tin soldiers, and that's all there Is to It." Similnr thoughts seemed to be in the minds of most of the men as the train drew nearer home. They became silent and pre-occupicd. Cards were put away and pipes allowed to cool. Their resentment was coupled wltn a feeling of shame. A year before they had boasted of the great things they would do in battle. They had inarched forth with flaunting pride, the heroes of the hour, their ears deafened by the shouts nnd (,'heers of thousands. And they were coming back untried, to take up the struggle of life where they had dropped it a year ago. These' thoughts were in Carew's mind as he lay back in the seat and watched the swaying bell-cord, and the rhythm of the wheels seemed to click over and over the words, "Didn't fight fight didn't fight right didn't fight fight." In his home coming, at least, there was little reason for elation. His mother had died since his enlistment, and his only relative, a sister, lived In a dlstunL western city. He had few friends, none of whom was Intimate enough to feel deeply on tho subject of his return. He thought of the few years ho had been bookkeeping In the bank, and ho experienced a feeling of dread at the idea of returning to such a monotonous existence. But he had his living to make. He could not shirk this stubborn fact. He remembered t ho eventful day ho Joined his regi ment. His fellow clerks were effusive in tlinlr good-byes, and even the presi dent, n weak-faced little' .man, who tried to Impress everyone with his Im portance, patted him upon tho back, and made a few stereotyped remarks, assuring him, in many unnecessary words, that the Institution was hon ored by having him numbered among its employes, and that his position would be filled bi(t temporarily until his return. Carew hod thought of them at night, rolled up In a blanket, under the Southern sturs, as he listened to the wind In the pines. He had thought of them in the thick, greasy nights that shut in Havana, when the wind was city-ward and the lonely battlements to which the dull, throb bing of the city's IJfe only came faint ly. He thought of them now, and the fancies of his brain seemed to find ex pression In the cllckety-cllck-cllck nf the wheels. Through the blurred win dow he caught occasional glimpses of sodden fields and gnunt trees, and these, too, were symbolical of the pres ent, and suggestive of tho future. Tlie engine grunted up a long grade, swept around a sharp curve, and plunged across the unprotected rails of a sixty-foot' trestle that purred un. der the weight of the wheels. Tho tall soldier turned to Carew. out the pictures anncorlnc on this nacn nnh "There's the old Genesee, as yellow aa over," he remarked. "Home now," said Carew. "There aro the 'Flats' over yonder. Used to go swimming there when I wnj a kid." "Whero nre you going to put up to night?" Inquired the tall soldier, sud denly. "Some temperance hotel, I gucssj they're the cheapest." "Better go home with me." suggest ed Dunk, "and rest up for a couple, of nays neiore going to work." Carew hesitated. "I d.on'1 know as 1 ought to," he said, but the tall soldier brushed away fur ther objections with a laugh. "You'll have to, old man. You've got to obey orders till you got those togs off. Be sides, there's some A 1 cooks up at the House, nnd they'll lay themselves out on today's dinner." "That argument's too strong for me," said Carew. II. It was not far from the Lehigh sta tion to the arsenal; but to tho unkempt men In shabby uniforms, slouching through the muddy streets, the march seemed Interminable. They did not present a military appearance, burden ed with baggage, marching In lines of threes or fours, In ragged nllgnmcnt, keeping In step only from force of habit. They carried no guns, nnd the absence ot weapons made them look more like a company ot hop pickers than soldiers. They swore, solemnly at the rain that drizzled upon them and nt the mud that clogged their feet. There was no demonstration of any kind to' welcome the men back. The people In the streets through which they marched paid but little attention to them, and as for tho men themselves, they walked wearily along, with .their heads down and looking neither to the right nor the left, oppressed by the weather and by their own thoughts, liven the captain trudged along at tho head of his men, his eyes fixed moodily on the mud, his sword huddled In the hollow of his arm. Onco in turning Into a aide street they delayed a trolley cor, and the mo torman shook his fist ana swore pic turesquely. They paid no attention to this; but when a newsboy called to a companion, "Say, Jimmy, what's a soger without a gun?" they winced as It pinked by a spent bullet. The gray Avails of tho armory were a welcome sight, and the men rushed at a double-quick through the great door way with the eagerness of sheep that scramble Into n barn after a long day's drive. Blankets and bundles were pitched In all directions, and the men drew up in a very Irregular line and answered listlessly to their names as the adjutant called them from the mus ter book. . This duty performed, there Was an awkward minute that seemed to stretch Into an hour. The men looked at each other helplessly, and nervously shuflled their feet. The cap tain, standing three paces In front of his Wn, was ill at ease, and he toyed childishly with his sword. The alienee became ominous. The captain cleared his throat, as If preparing for an oratorical effort. The men observed' the signal and approved. "Speech," said a voice. "Speech," went down the line. The captain's hand trembled just a little on the sword hilt. He glanced longingly at the open door of the offi cers' headquarters. "Speech speech speech," Insisted the soldiers, highly gratified at these pvldences of their commander's em barrassment. There was no escape, "I don't know as I have anything to say," he began, huskily. "Anyway, not nt this time. I guess you're all as dis-t appointed as I am over the way things have turned out, but we won't com plain, boys. Hvery one of you has done his duty, and I don't know but what It's Just about as fine to serve by wait ing as it Is t. light. I know what you've all done, even If the people don't, and I feel sure that every man of you would be willing to go through the same thing again and for no other reward." The captain wheeled around and faced the faded colors that draped the wall. There was no embarrassment In his manner now. He stood erect, mo tionless. Then his right hand, holding the sword, swept above his head. His hand was lowered slowly to the level of his face; it moved outward, thn blade describing a downward curve. It was a soldier's salute to his flag. The crooked file straightened Instinct ively. Boot heels clicked, and shoul ders were thrown back." Then,' with the precision of a machine, every arm swung upward to salute, and every head was bared. The captain faced about. The arms of the men fell like levers to their sides. "Attention, company!" There was a slight ripple In the thin blue line. "Break ranks!" v But before the command was obeyed the center of the line bulged outward. One of the soldiers staggered forward, his hands clutching at tlie blue hand kerchief about his throat. He reeled like a drunken man, and then dropped headlong to the lloor. tThc men crowded around the pros trate figure. The captain forced his way through tho blue circle. "Fall back, men!" he ordered, "ulvo him nlr." The soldiers obeyed instantly. "Who Is It?" he asked. "Carew," answered a dozen voices. Tho captain made a hurried examina tion. When he rose to his feet his face wns very grave. "Sergeant," he said, "telephone at once .for the ambulance. And don't al low a man to leave the building." III. It was well Into the middle of tho summer before Carew was discharged Jrom the isolated building In which the out-patients were confined and pro moted to the convalescent ward. On pleasant dnys he was strapped In an Invalid's chair and trundled over the closely cropped lawn; and when his at tendant became too Indolent for this exercise, ho was left under a wide spreading maple, where ho lay baclc contentedly, watching the blue patches nf sky that showed between the branches, listening to the chatter of sparrows and tho strident minstrelsy of mid-summer Insects. It had been a long and gallant struggle against the ravages of yellow fever, but Carew's naturally vigorous constltutlpn won the light. Wind and sun medlclncd him back gradually to health, and with each day he felt an Improvement In his strength. The blood welled slowly Into the shrunken veins and arteries, bringing a color to his drawn face, like the sap that brings the green back to tlie trees In the sprlifg. With tho return of health came the old desire to tako part again the af i ' i -. i INVAKIIA for .K&vfgirFOR mm m K?' mam K IPi-W W IhftBITA F00 BATI LE CREEK, MICH. Don't accept inferior products that are counterfeiting the name. A startling novelty, a sample package of Tryabita and a Doll Receipt Book FREE for your grocer's name and a 2-cenJ: stamp, TRYAB1TA FOOD CO., Ltd. - - ' - Battle Creek, Mich fairs of the workVa-day world; so tho day after leaving the hospital Carew went down to the bank, cheerful In tho anticipation of the welcome that would be his from his old business associates. There wns Brown, the assistant ac countant. They used to lunch together every day. There was Wilson, the toll er, and Jephson, his assistant, and l.oomls, tho note-teller all good fel lows. Then he thought of tho pompous speech with which the president would Install him Into his old place. Such reflections were In harmony with the mellow brightness of the morning, and, as he walked toward the business cen ter of the city, he squared his shoulders and dropped into the familiar military swing. It was with a feeling of getting back home that he climbed the narrow brownstono steps ot tho Cits bank, and he found pleasure In lounging In tho hallway and gazing at the busy scene before his eyes. It was a familiar sight to watch Wilson, in tho teller's cage, raking In and shoving out gold and greenbacks with the rapidity and precision of a machine. There was no hesitation In his movements; the flex ible fingers skimmed each note as light ly as a swallow's wing flecks the sui'J face of a stream. In the rear of the room, Jephson was struggling with a ponderous ledger, Brown was perched upon a high stool, intent upon a page of figures, l-oo mis was sweating in his cell-like oflice, arguing with delin quents who wanted their notes re newed. There wns a lull In the business at the teller's window, and Carew crowd ed eagerly up to the grntlng. "Hello, Will, how goes It?" ho said, his lace beaming with pleasure. AVIIson was scribbling llgures nn a small pad. He looked up with a frown. "What can I do for you?" he asked, coldly. "Don't you know me, Will? Oh! That's rich." The teller looked nt him sharply. "I never, saw you," was his curt re ply, as ho returned to his figures. Carew was Just a little embarrassed. "I haven't looked in a glass for sev eral months," 'he said, slowly, "hut tho last ,tlme I did I recognized myself as Jliuiiiie Carew." The teller looked up quickly. "You .Ilmmlc Carew?" he exclaimed. "Well, I never would have. believed It." Carew laughed. "Well, I guess a year's soldiering and three months In the hospital nre enough to change anyone's looks," ho ex plained. "Is that so? Been In tho hospital? What was the trouble?" "Yellow fever," "Phew! you don't say? AVcll, you're lucky to be on earth." "So the doctors said," "How're you feeling now?" "Tip-top nev.er hotter In my life, And I'm anxious to get back to my desk again. I've come to the conclu sion that there are worse places than a bank, .if tor all. It'll seem a little strango at first to buckle down to regu lar business hours, but I'll soon got tho hang of It." "I suppose you know that Brown's been doing your work?" Wllhou asked. "I'm glad nf that," answered ('a row, "for ho won't mind my coming back," "1 don't believe Brown will like It any loo well," said AVIIson, dubiously, "Just move aside a minute, plcahe, What can I do for you, Mr. Johnson?" A large, pompous man, flourishing a heavy cane, strutted up to the window and presented a check. "(live mo thoXcnsh for this, AVIIson," "Yes, sir," said the teller, politely, picking up a bulky packugo of green backs, nnd moistening his fingers on a sponge. "Small or largo bills?" Carow was a llttlo crestfallen as ho backed away,, from the plate-glass ledge; for ho was not Insensible to tho lack of cordiality In Wilson's manner and words, but he did not attach any particular significance to them; so put ting unpleasant thoughts usldo ho mado his way back of tho glided grating and announced himself to his friends. Jeph son was glad to see him, and asked him two or three perfunctory questions: then tho conversation flickered and went out. laiomls had time only to shake hands nnd say he would see him later. Brown was vlslhly uneasy, "Aro you out of the army for good?" he Inquired. "Oh, yes," nnswered Carew, "I was mustered out four months ao." "What aro you going to doV" asked Brown, rather nervously, "Coming back to the bank," an swered Carew, -rHm m m jjm BBl BBBBB BBBBBBBBBBJr BBBBBBBBr D COoLIMITEfc "And put me out of a Job?" ex claimed the accountant, flushing angri ly. "That'll be a dirty trick, Jimmy." "How so, Fred?" Carew replied, sur prised at his friend's words. "You'll go back Into your old place, of course." "Not much I won't," retored Brown, with a bitter laugh. "I filled your place all right and I'll quit the bank if I have to give It up." "I'm sorry, old man, that you feel that way about it," said Carew, grave ly, "but you know that I went away with the understanding that I was to como back here." "Well, 1 won't argue It with you," said Brown, "and I won't give it up without a fight." Carew made his way quickly to the president's olllce. That official did not appear to recognize him, so Carew In troduced himself. "Carew? I'm-ah, yes, let me sec what did you do?'1 he asked, fingering his watch chain. "I was bookkeeper, sir," nnswered Carew, shortly. "Yes., yes, to be sure. Stupid of me to forget. That was some time ago, I believe." "A year and a half ago." "Yes, yes; and why did yon leave?" Carew's pale face flushed crimson. "I enlisted for the war," he answered brusquely. "So you did, so you did," said the president, serenely. "I remember. H'm very creditable very." "I would like to resume my duties In the bank," said Carew, coming to the point without any further delay. The president leaned back In his chair and studied his russet shoes as if they were financial charts. He rubbed the palms of his hands together softly. "Ah, yes; quite natural, quite nat ural," he said, blandly. Carew waited In silence. "Let me see," murmured tho presi dent, "who Is filling your old place?" ".Mr. Brown." "Brown, yes, sn he Is. I believe that he fills it acceptably, very acceptably. Ho does alone what It usea to toko two men to accomplish." "I can do the work alone." "No doubt, no doubt; but I do not think It would be just fair to Brown, to remove lilm. Ho has done his work' faithfully, and" "Under the circumstances I can see no unfairness in It," Carew Interrupted. "And what nre the circumstances, may I ask?" The president's expres sion Implied nervous annoyance under a thin veil of polite Indifference. "Thn promise that I should have my old position when I came back." The president raised his eyebrows slightly. "Ah, Indeed," he said, coldly. "And did I promise you that?" "A'ou did." Carew's face was nllnmc. "Itcally, I have no recollection of any such .matter," continued tho president, with the faintest suggestion of a sneer, nnd raising his eyes till they met Ca rew's like leveled lances, "I have n distinct recollection of It, sir," replied Carow. The banker shrugged his shoulders. "Quite likely It would be to your-in- terest to hnve," he snld with sarcastic emphasis. "What do you mean by that?" de manded Carew, clinching his hands, anil resisting a surging Inclination to strike the man before him. "You may make your own Inference, Mr, Carew," was the cool rejoinder, as the president resumed his writing, "But I don't understand," began Ca rew, but the president cut him short, "There Is nothing more to say on tho subject," he said, tartly, "my time is valuable, (iood morning." After a month of tramping about the vlty In search of work t'arew came to the conclusion that ho was not needed In tho world except as they need su pers In a big production Just to till in. Ho had learned In this short timo that the earth's big brown breast Is not al ways kind to the children who cling to it for sustenance. It had been a long day and a dis agreeable one, tho cold autumn rain having fallen since daylight. He had spent his last money for a roll and a cup of coffee, early In tho day, and now It was late In the afternoon. Ills pa co slackened, his shoulders began steadily to droop, and his arms hung listlessly besldo him, and every move ment betokened weariness great wearlnets. His clothes were wet through and. heavy, and he was faint from hunger. As he shuflled along the slippery pHVcipents, there was In his BATTLE CREEK THE GREAT PURE FOOD TOWN Has a population of 26,00Cf. Over thirty Pure Food Con cerns are located there. Il' follows that Battle . Creek people know all about Pure Food, and it may interest you to know that ovr 20,000 Battle Creeklaru breakfast dally on TRYABITAFOOD It is the only ready -to -eat wheat flake cereal that is scientifically prepared and impregnated with pipsll) and CBfory, and its the only food that employs specially selec. ted Union Labor in its manu facture. A Great Big Pack age Costs 15c and con tains more substantial nourishment than 10 lbs. of Porter House Steak, and any stomach can di gest it. crouching gait a desire to escape un noticed. He was slouching along when his ey was attracted by a brightly colored poster in the hallway of a business block. On a pink background wag printed In black letters the following words: WANTED Men of good character, b- tween the ages of 18 and 35 to enlist In the United States army. Below this sign was a small placard which read: Recruits wanted for the Philippines. He glanced swiftly up and down the street, as if ashamed of what he was going to do. But no one was watching him, and he slipped Into the building, and climbed carefully up a flight of creaky stairs. The door of the recruiting office was open, and a young officer was writing at r$ desk. He glanced up hastily as he heard the sound of footsteps In the room. VWell?" he questioned, sharply. Carew saluted. "I want to enlist," he said. Rochester Post-Express. A CLEAN JOB OJ7 IT. The Bank Cashier Got Away witE the Whole Assets. From the New Orleans Times-Democrat. Speaking of bank robbe'rles, the most remarkable case I have ever known was In a small Texas town near the Mexican line," said an old reporter, "and the man who figured In it was an old schoolmate of mine. He was a good fel low, and had worked his way up to the position of cashier. It was in one of the more prosperous towns and the bank was doing an Immense business on ac count of the adjacency of some of the largo cattle ranches. The bank was under the supervision of the federal government, and the Inspectors had been around at intervals, and had al ways found the institution in a flourish lug condition, and with the accounts of the cashier In good order. But it was all a trick In bookkeeping, yet one of those tricks which frequently fool the examiners. The fact wasthat the cashier had been carrying on a system of speculations for four or Ave years, nnd was hopelessly In the hole. One day the examiner dropped In, and went over the books, counted the cash on hand, checked up the bills receivable, and all that sort of thing, and found everything on the square apparently.. But the cashier was feeling a little wor ried. Ho thought the examiner had a suspicious look. The examiner left for some little town near by. The next evening the cashier happened to be near the depot when tho train came in. He saw tne examiner get ore. He Knew tills meant something. He told his wife about tlie whole thing, told her he, was hopelessly In the hole, that he was near ly a million dollars short, and he would have to leave. But before going he visited tlie bank nnd opened tlie vaults, and when he got through he had $300,000 or 5400,000 In his trunk. He left for Mexico. There was no treaty at the time covering the offense of embezzle ment, and he knew besides that he could protect himself ut all hazards. Tho examiner went nround to the bank the next morning, thinking that he would surprise the cashier. The cashier had switched the tables. Tho vaults were empty, I think the examiner found, air told, about $1.85 In the bank, The cashier had the balance, and was out of reach, (lullty conscience had quickened the cashier's sense of danger, and he leaped Just In time to miss the penitentiary, He was finally located In Mexico, and an ofllcer from Texas ar rested htm. but the Mexican authorities would not give the olllcer a place to Imprison the fugitive, and I suppose he Is still across the border, prospering on the money he pilfered," A DUMAS STORY, Among the numerous Dumas stories1 that have been resuscitated because of the recent centenary, says tho New York Commercial Advertiser, Is that which tells of tho time when the man who made 1.000,000 francs by his pen and spent It all lay on his deathbed, attended by his son, "Look through my escritoire," said tho dying man, "and see how much money there Is In It." A thorough search produced the sum of .thirty francs. "Theic!" exclaimed Dumas, with a flicker of his old triumphant fun, "When I first came to Paris I had Just forty fruncs, and you see I have thirty left. And yet they Bay that I have been extravagant!"
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