VOL.- xxxvii
BICKEL'S BARGAINS
Have you seen the pretty styles ■
in fine footwear at Bickel's.
Our spring stock is all in and j
is extremly large.
Grandest display of fine foot
wear ever shown.
SOROSIS SHOES and Oxfords
in ail the new and pretty styles
for spring. Many styles to select
from. Misses' and Children's
shoes and Oxfords in fine Dongola,
Tan and Patent Leather.
See our line of Men's and Boy's
fine shoes in Patent Leather, \ ici
Kid and the different shades of
Russett.
Also a complete stuck of Gents'
fine Oxfords in the different ■
leathers —all sizes and widths 1
Thest)!es are the latest and
the prices are the lowest.
Sample Counters Filled With Interesting Bargains
JOHN BICKEL,
128 SOUTH MAIN STREET, - - BUTLER, IVY
HUSELTON'S
Spring Footwear
The Very Finest Shoes Ever Shown in Butler for Men.
Women and Children.
Every New Idea
That has merit in it as to style,
comfort and service in footwear
develops in this store.
Women's Shoes
made especially to our order;
dainty in appearance, of sub
stantial service and full of style
as to shape of heel and toe, $2,
$2.50, $3.00 and $3.50 in Tan,
kid and Russia calfj black kid
skin and patent leather.
Our Girls Shoes
in ta:i and black, lace or but
ton kid shoes, sizes 11 1 to 2*, at
75c, sl, $1.25 and $1.50;
to 11, at 50c, 75, $1 and $1.25;
6 to 8 at 40c, 50c, 75c a: 1 sl.
Shoes for Boys,
Including patent leather, vici
kid, tan and Russia calf, sizes
2\ to at 90c. SI.OO, $1.25,
$1.50 and $2.00.
We are sole agents for the famous "Queen Quality" Shoes
for Women, of tl>is city,
B. C. HUSELTON'S,
«lotler*ft Leading Hhoe fiou»e. OypoHite Hotol Lwry.
Spring STYLES i*. f Uf»
(fyV ,jlgr \ll
Men don't buy cjothiiip for the pur- t npf I Mur i J
.'jcpoM.' or upending money. They desire jit, /) m' LIJrHrjQ
fTTto get the best possible results for the Ml Al M
money expended Not cheap goods#'." /J rl J jj& MFk
.•/i'but good» as cheap .1. they can Mi' I
for . .nd made up properly. |r\ 7
-Ayoii want the correct tiling at the cor-"&." j'A
.•JUrect price, call and i-xamine our -if,- I y jfiri Kv i j 9 t
3; large stack of SPRINT, WEIGHTS—J; I \ M i!
STYLES, SHADES I , | POW s
ft ftT« ft ft rft ft ft ft ft fti MIThiPI^
Fits and Workmanship ' * |J II
Guaranteed. JY : ✓
G F. K6CK,
42 North Main Street, Butler, Pa
Out of Style. Out of the World!
TJQy j[\ ! 1 easily distinguished from the ordin
ary. They are the result of careful
study and practical application of the
V'ici%w ideas gathered by frequent visits to
A> a#
. contact with the leading tailors and
i 'in(r 1 > fashion authorities of the county.
I***'' '' * They are made in our own work-
shop by the highest paid journey
ll men tailors in Hutler, yet it is pos
sible to (and we do) give our patrons these first-class clothes at the
price you would pay for the other sort. We believe we have given
good reasons why our tailoring is the best and cheapest and would
be grateful for the opportunity to show you our handsome spring
stock and give you prices to prove them.
Al«nH MAKER OF
/ilCll MEN'S Clothes,
rr,__ . fin IMI II<MSSIS
'v s ~ \ i
■ itii* work th* y arc
REDICK & GROHMAN'S.
109 N. Main St., PRKSCKIITION DRUGGISTS, Hutlcr, I'a
SELLING GOODS REGARD
LESS OF COST.
Ladies' fine Dongola shoes
' si.so values at SI.OO
Men's fine Calf shoes, leather
lined, $l5O values at SI.OO.
Men's fine Tan- shoes, spring
styles, $2.00 values at $1.25.
Boys' fine Box Calf, extension
sole shoc~, $1.50 values at SI.OO.
Men's Heavy Sole, lace work
ing shoes, $1.35 values at 90c.
Girl's fine Dress shoes, patent
tipped, $r .00 values at 50c.
Men's High -cut, heavy sole,
box toe shoes, $2 values at $1.25.
Ladies' fine Slippers, satin,
velvet and leather, all sizes, $1 00
values at 35c.
Ladies fine Jerse> over-gaiters,
50c values at 15c.
Women's Fine Shoes,
Lace or button at 85c, $i,51.25
and $1.50 —up to the minute
in style.
Business Shoes.
Stylish footwear for business
men; tan box and Russia calf,
fine vici kids, velour calf, pat
ent calf that have ease and
comfort as well as wear in them
at $2, $2.50, $3 and $3.50.
Men'B Patent Leather.
Full dress affairs at $2.50,
$3.50. $4 and ss,that you must
have to be well dressed; shoes
that go into the v»ery best soci -
ety and feel at home there.
Men's Working Shoes
in oil grain and heavy veal,
two sole and tap bellus tongue,
atsi, $1.25 and $1.50; Box
toe at $f 50, $2 and $2.50; in
fine satins for dress at SI.OO,
$1.25 and $1.50.
THE BUTLER CITIZEN.
fhotmanrt* nro Trying ft.
In ordfr to prove the great m«rft of
Elv's Cream the ino-t effective cur«
for Cal&rrh and Cold ia Iljad. we have pre
pared a generous trial size for 10 cents.
Get it of your druggist or send 10 cents to
ELY BROS., 5G Warren St., N. Y. City.
I suffered from eaiarrli of the wor»t k nd
ever since a boy, an 1 I never lior-- ' for
cure, but Ely's Creain Balm do
even that. sl.iny s La~ a- 1
it with excellent results. —Oscar Oatruni.
15 W.crren A.e., Chicago, 111.
Elv's Cream Balm ia the acknowledged
cur- 'for catarrh and contiiins no cocaine,
mercury nor any injurious drug. I'rice,
60 cenll At dn'j-i •aor 1 y mrtiL
RAILROAD TIME TABLES.
BUFFALO, ROCHESTER &
PITTSBURG RY. The
new trunk line between Pittsburg.
Butler, Bradford, Rochester and
Buffafo.
On and after Jan. 1, 1900, passenger
trains will leave Butier, I'. A: \V. Sta
tion as follows, Eastern Standard Time:
10:12 a.m. Vestibnled Limited, daily,
for Dayton, Pnnxsntawney, Du-
Bois. Kidgway, Bradford. Buffalo
and Rochester.
5:22 p.m. Accommodation, week days
only, Craigsville, Dayton. Pnnxsn
tawney. Dnßios, Falls Creek.
Carwencville. Clearfield and inter
mediate stations
0:45 a.m. Week days only: mixed train
for Craigsville, Dayton, Pnnxsn
tawney and intermediate points.
This train leaves Pnnxsntawney at
1 :<Ki p. in. arriving at Bntler at 5:4-5
p.m . stopping at all intermediate
stations
Thonsand mile tickets good for pas
sage between all stations on the B. K
&PR y and N. Y. C. R R. (Penn'a.
division; at 2 cents per miles.
For tickets, time tables and furtbei
information call on or address,
W. Ft. TI-R.VEB, Agt.
Bntler, Pa., or
EDWARD C. LAPEV.
(ien'l Pass. Agent,
Rochester, N. Y.
I*., liexKemcr & L K.
Trains depart: No 14, at 9:15 A. M;
So. 2, at 4'50 P. M. Bntler time.
'Trains arrive :No. 1, 9:50 A. M; No
11, 2:55 P. M. Bntler time.
No. 14 runs through to Erie and con
nects with W. N. Y. & P. at Huston
Junction for Franklin and Oil City,
and with Erie Railroad at Shenan
go for all points east. No. 2 mns
throngh to Greenville and connects with
W N. Y. & P. for Franklin and Oil
City, and at Sbenango with Erie R. R.
for poin t s east and west.
W. R. TURNER, Ticket Agent.
JjMTSBUKG & WESTERN
Railway. Schedule of Pas-
Fonger Trains in effect Nov. 19,
1899. BUTLER TIME.
Depart. ' Arrive.
Allegheny Aocoininodatkrft ''» 2"> A.M 't 07 A.M
Aileghetiy Expre** H <)'> 44 f J .'JO "
S*» w A< i onirn<*lation to 0.1 " 'i 07 "
Ak RON Mail to 0.1 A.M
Allegheny Kant ExpitM 'J US " 12 LTO 4 *
ALLEGHENY Expre«* 3MI p.* I 41 |»M
friiitago Ex PRE-* 40 JM 1 2 I- arn
ALLEGHENY Mail -1 -10 " 741 pm
Allegheny and New Cantle Accom .1 60 " 703 44
Limited .10 44 'T »I 7 A.M
Kane 11.-.-L Bradford Mail '.•11 A M J ■ > J-..M
Clarion Accommodation 4 11 P.M 'I FJ A M
fand . Kxj. !••-.. .. _ # am
HCNUAY TRAIN*.
AII"JF!J« uy Expre** 8 0.1 A.M 9 30 A.M
Allegheny Accomaiofiation.. ... 5 .10 P.M .1 <»."} P.M
V v I 'a-t !«• A< - <>SMJl'"lati'<U .. H OL A.M 7 OJJ 44
F'HICAGO Exprew 3 4o p.* .1 AM
Aii<U;hcny Accom mo<latiou 7 O.J pin
Train arriving at ft .O.J p.M. H-AVE* H. 40. DE{> T
PittAhur? al 3.2.1 |».«» and i' A W. F AJI« iiy at J>
I». in.
On Satui'layn a trxin, known ai the theatre train,
will l«-avi JSti TL«-r a! '»."/> |». iu , arriving at
n! l.S'y, l#»are Allegheny at 11 .'JO ji. m.
I'ullntaii ■LEAPING earn on Chicago KXPRESA
I*itthl/«rg ari'L Chicago.
For thruugh tkk« M all POINT* IN th<- west, north
#l:NL or «<>Mthwa»t aii«i regarding rout< «,
TINJH of traiim, etc. apply to
W. It. TRTTVKK, Ticket Agent,
U. U. UHVN'OLDS, Kup't, N I)., Butl.-r, L*a.
BUtler, Pa. W. IUHSKTT,
ti. l\ A.. ALLEGHENY, I'a
II O Dt'NKLK,
Hup t. W Allttghenj I'a.
PENNSYLVANIA tt t.
WESTERN PENNSYLVANIA DIVISION.
HcifKiiLLK iw KrriMT Kof. 20, 1899.
SOUTH. , WEEK I»A YH ,
A. M A M. A M P. M P M.
IJL'TI.KU LEAVE V* * <>., lo fin 2 :JO «>:,
Hazonhiirg Arri*«- 'J M to :;O II 1' :J IN» fi W
Butier Junction.. " 7 Z7 V; 11 40 :J 'Z.'» 5 . R >;J
IJutl« r Junction. l.«-av< 7 :J| MIL I '/ , J
Natrona Arrive 7 4'» 901 11 01 .'{ ;;4 <i OJ
Tareututn. 7 44 'J 07
Hprlng'lale 1 Wi i*. \1 \ > :I Ul
Oiaieinont . ft 3O l I :J« 4 M, ...
FC)uirp«hurg HLL 'I :>♦- 4>» 4LZ ♦> :J^
Allegheny HL\ !# 4H \ itl 4 LD6 43
A. M. A.M. I'. M I*. M. I'. M
HI*NI>AV Tlt AISH.—!.-ai e Butler for All.-fc'h«n>
City aid priii' ijrtil irit<-riuixli«it«i Mtatlonii at a nt., ■
«M B 00 f ii'
NORTH. WEEK DAT.H
A. M A. M A.M. 1' M I'. M
Allegheny City. ..leave 7 <<o I lo I', :I ]O ♦, |<J
SIIAR)I«HIIIG 7 I'J 'I 07 10 .17
CLurwmant ..... .... II '»4
Hpring'lale 1 .... II I* ... F, .'I7
TAMILIAN 7 '.7' '.I A II 'in \». i, 40
Natrona 7 41 9 3TO II 341 3 0 F,\
Butler Junction . 7 4- L# 47 II 4.1 .1- 7 00
Butlef JUll'tiou .HAV 74* 'T 47 12 I" I<> 7 ')•-
Haxonburg to I/, lo LZ II 4 :T.. 7 24
BCTLEH arrive to 40110 1 lo .1 01, 7 FTO
A. M.JA. M I'. M I*. M I». M
HI J. I>AY THAINH.- Allegheny < ity for But
ler and princi|*l intarmedlate HtatioiiH at 7.1 » a in. and
9-30 p. NT.
*OIt THE EAST.
WMIIU I»a>«. Nundaya I
A. M \ M IV >1 A »I I* M !
BI TI.E«. Iv ii 2< 10 .V/ 3O 7 JO /I Mi I
Butler JVt ar 7 il 11 4o 3Vt Hi') OHi I
Butier Jet Iv 7 4H\ 11 4.4 J 1 - 'l\ H 0'» !
Kr«eport ar 7 M IL 4'l 4OJ to to 07
KUkiiuineta* J t " 7 51' 11 .10 I ft 7 H • to U
L.e.rhl,Ufg " to 07 \J. *ri ill to 41 to II
Puulton (Apollo).. TO w,\u 22, 4 40 TO U* TO 4I
halUI ii rg " to 61 12 4 'J 1 Oto 11 Si VHU
iJlaimvlllo „ ' II 120 '» 41 '» .'.2 VI 40
Ulainiville Int " 'I .'«> I .L; .1
ALUMNA M 11 3.1 I 1 4/i H />I 1 11 ..
Ilartinhurg. .'JLO IOMI LMI lo 00 .. ..
Philadelphia " ■ '» 2-'}j 4 2 / 4 2-'» 4 2.1
IV M \. 31.| A. M A. M. I' M
Through train* for the ea*t leave !*ittrl urg (Cuion
MUtion), IM follow*: -
Atlantic KXPFFMN, dally 2:!Ht A.M
iViiuajrlvaiila L.iiuSt«d " 7:11"
Day Kxprem, M 7 -Vt 44 j
Main L.LUE KTPROM, '* .... TO:M) 44
Ilarrhthurg Mall, ** 12 4/i C M
I'hilah-lnhia Expr«->U«, ' ... 1:10 44
Mail and Expr«»« daily. For N< W York only
THRCMIGH tufret alee \N»T\ UOC«#a/ fcen 7MI 44
Eaulein Exprewi, 4 7:10 44
KA«T Line, * "
I'itttburg Limited, daily, with through < ••tu IN n
.to NFW Voik, HI»<1 (DEEPING « am to N< W V'oik,
and Wunhiugniti only. No extra
lare on thi*« train 10:00 44
A Mail, Htinda) V oti.y H, 40A.M
Wm MkMtk i■' ■■ (rim Dilivira \:, . AR, FA
fail R«IUT*R), to MI A M, and »• A) I' M, daily.
For <l*-tai I<-'1 informatiou, a<ldr«iM Thou. E Watt, I'a**.
Agt. W.-ntern Olatrict, Fifth Avenue and hrnlth
fleld .Hlro-l, I'lttnOuig, I'a.
J B. ILL'TCIII.SON, I. U. WOOD,
•General Manager. <IEN M Anetie
Practical Horse Shoers
W .L ROBINSON,
Formerly llorse Shoer ut the
W:clc lioune has Oj>cne<i busi
nesn in a sliop in [tlie rear of
the Arlington Hotel, where
lit will. <lo" Ilor in
the most approver! Htyle.
TRACK AND ROAD HOSRES
A SPECIALTY.
| West Winficld Hold,
(*) W.G. LUSK. Prop'r.
\s) 1 irat CIBHS Tahle aii'l I/ulgin;;',.
< ins and Spring Water all through
! 2c hoUhe.
1 \fo G>jodStahling. '
BUTLER THURSDAY, APRIL 19,1900
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CHAPTER IX.
HE SEES A GHOST.
Bonaparte stood on the ash heap. He
espied across the plain a moving speck,
and he chucked his coattails up and
down In expectancy of a scene.
The wagon came on slowly. Waldo
lay curled among the sacks at the back
of the wagon, the hand in his breast
resting on the sheep shearing machine.
It was finished now. The right thought
had struck him the day before ns he
sat, half asleep, watching the water
go over the mill wheel. He muttered
to himself, with half closed eyes:
"Tomorrow smooth the cogs, tighten
the screws a little, 6how It to them."
Then after a pause, "Over the whole
world, the whole world—mine, that I
have made!" He pressed the little
wheels and pulleys In his pocket till
they cracked. Presently his muttering
became louder, "And £50 —a black hat
for my dadda, for Lyndall a blue silk,
very light, and one purple, like the
earth bells, and white shoes." He mut
tered on: "A box full, full of books.
They shall tell trie all. all, all," he add
ed. moving his lingers desiringly—
"why the crystals grow in such beauti
ful shapes, why lightning runs to tiic
iron, why black people are black, why
the sunlight makes things warm. 1
shall read, read, read," he muttered
tdowly. Then came over him suddenly
what he called "the presence of God,"
a sense of a good, strong something
folding hliu round lie smiled through
his haif shut eye* "Ah, Father, my
own Father, it is so sweet to feel you,
like the warm sun h!i:e! The Bibles
and hooks cannot tell of you and all I
feel you Tbey are mixed wftb men's
words. In:t you"—
His i.iutl'iiug sunk into Inaudible
confusion till, opening his eyes wide,
ft struck him that the brown plain he
looked at was the old home farm. For
half an hour they had been riding in it.
and he had not known it. He roused
the leader, who sat nodding on the
front of tlie wagon in the early morn
ing sunlight. They were within half a
mile of tin- homestead. It seemed to
him that he had been gone from them
all a year. He fancied he could see
Lyndall standing on the brick wall to
watch for him, his father, passing from
one house to the other, stopping to
look
He called aloud to the oxen, l-'or
each one at home he had brought
something for his father a piece of to
bacco, bought at the shop by the mill;
for Em a thimble, for I.yndall a beau
tiful flower dug out by the roots at a
place where they had "outspanned,"
for T;itit" Sannle a handkerchief. When
they drew near the house, ho threw
the whip to the Kaffir leader and
sprang from the side of the wagon to
run on Bonaparte stopped him as he
rau past the ash heap.
"Good morning, my dear hoy. Where
are you running fo so fast with your
rosy checks?"
The boy looked up at him, glad even
to see Bonaparte.
"1 am going to the cabin," he said,
out of breath.
"You won't find them In Just now—
not your good old father," said Bona
parte.
"Where Is he?" asked the lad.
"There, beyond the camps," said
Bonaparte, waving his hand oratorical
ly toward the stone walled ostrich
camps.
"What Is he doing there?" asked the
boy.
Bonaparte patted him on the check
kindly.
"We could not keep him any more.
It was too hot. We've burled him,
my boy," said Bonaparte, touching
with Ids linger the boy's check. "We
couldn't keep him any more, lie, lie,
he!" laughed Bonaparte as the boy fled
away along the low stone wall, almost
furtively, as one in fear.
At r» o'clock Bonaparte knelt before
a box In the German's room. He was
busily unpacking It.
It had been agreed upon between
Tant' Sannie and himself that now the
German was gone he (Bonaparte) was
to be no longer schoolmaster, hut over
seer of tin- farm. In return for ids
past scholastic labors he had express
ed himself willing to take possession
of the dead man's goods and room.
Tant' Sannle hardly liked the arrange
ment. She had a great deul more rc
sjx-et for the German dead than the
German living aud would rather his
goods had been allowed to descend
peacefully to his son, for she; was 11
firm believer In the chinks In the world
above, where not only ears but eyes
might be applied to see how things
went on In this world below. She nev
er felt sure how far the spirit wo:ld
might overlap this world of sense ami,'
as 11 rule, prudently abstained from
doing anything which might offend un
seen auditors. For this reason she ab
stained from ill using the dead Eng
lishman's daughter and niece, and for
this reason she would rather the hoy
had had Ills father's goods. But ft was
hard to refuse Bonaparte anything
when she aud he sat so happily togeth
er In the .evening drinking coffee, Bo
naparte telling her in the broken Dutch
lie was fast learning how he adored
fat women and what a splendid farmer
he was.
Ho at .1 o'clock oil tills afternoon Mo
naparte knelt In tliu German's room.
"Bomewhere litre It Is," lie said :s
lie packed the old clothes carefully out
of tln> box and, finding nothing, packed
them In again. "Hoinewhcre In thin
room It Is, and If It's hero llonaparte
finds It," lie repeated. "Vou didn't
stay here all these years without mak
ing a Utile pile Homewliere, my lamb.
Vou weren't such a fool as you look
ed. Oh, no!" nald Bonaparte.
lie now walked ahoiit the room, div
ing his fingers In everywhere, sticking
them Into the great crevices in the wail
and frightening out the spiders, tap
ping them against the old plaster till It
cracked and fell In pieces, peering up
the chimney till the soot dropped on
his bald head ami blackened It. He
felt In little blue bags; he tried to
raise the hearthstone; he shook each
hook till the old leaves fi-ll down In
show em on the floor.
It was getting dark, and ISonaparto
stood with his finger on IIIM nose re
flecting. Dually he walked to the
door, behind which hung the trousers
and waistcoat the dead man had Inst
worn. I!«• had felt In thein, but hur
riedly, Just after the funeral the day
before. IP- would examine them again.
Sticking his fingers Into the waistcoat
pockets, he found in om- corner a hole.
I"r< • Jug his hand through It. between
tiie lining ami the cloth, he presently
came into contact with something.
Bonaparte drew it forth —a small,
square parcel, sewed up In sailcloth.
He gazed at It. squeezed it. It crack
ed. as though full of bank notes. He
put It quickly into his own x-aistcoat
pocket and peeped over the half door
to see if tiiere was any one earning.
There was nothing to lie seeo but the
last rays of yellow sunset light paint
ing the "karroo" bushes In the plain
and shining on the ash heap, where the
fowls were pecking. He turned and
sat down 011 the nearest chair and, tak
ing out his penknife, tipped the parcel
open. The first thing that fell was a
shower of yellow, faded papers. Bona
parte opened them carefully one by
toe and smoothed them out on his
knee. There was something very val
uable to be hidden so carefully, though
th; German characters he could not
decipher. When he came to the last
one. he felt there was something hard
In It.
"You've got It, Bon, my boy; you've
got it!" he cried, slapping his leg hard.
Edging nearer to the door, for the
light was fading, he opened the paper
carefully. There was nothing inside
but a plain gold wedding ring.
"Better than nothing!" said Bona
parte, trying to put it on his little fin
ger, which, however, proved toe fat.
He took It off and set It dowa 011 the
table before him and looked at It with
his crosswise eyes.
"When that auspicious hour, San
nle," he said, "shall have arrived
when, panting, I shall lead thee, light
ed by Hymen's torch, to the connubial
altar, then upon thy fair amaranthine
finger, my joyous bride, shall this riug
repose.
"Thy fair body, oh, my girl.
Shall Bonaparte possess;
His finfc'im in thy rooneybaga,
He therein, too, shall mess."
Having given utterance to this flood
of poesy, he sat lost in joyous reflec
tion.
"He therein, too, shall mess," he re
peated meditatively.
At this Instant, as Bonaparte swore,
and swore truly to the end of his life,
a slow and distinct rap was given on
the crown of his bald bead.
Bonaparte started and looked up. No
"reim" or strap hung down from the
rafters above, and not a human crea
ture was near the door. It was grow
ing dark. He did not like It. He be
gan to fold up the papers expeditious
ly. He stretched out his hand for the
ring. The ring was gone—gone, al
though no human creature bad entered
the room; gone, although no form had
crossed the doorway. Gone! •
He would not *leep there, that was
certain.
He stuffed the papers into his pocket.
As lie did so three slow and distinct
taps were given on the crown of his
head. Bonaparte's jaw fell. Each
joint lost Its power. He could not
move; he dared not rise. His tongue
lay loose In his mouth.
"Take all, take all!" lie gurgled In
Ids throat. "I—l do not want them.
Take"—
Here a resolute tug at the gray curls
at tin- hack of his head caused him to
leap up, yelling wildly. Was lie to sit
still paralyzed, to be dragged away
bodily to the devil? With terrific
shrieks he fled, casting no glance be
hind.
• »•••»»
When the dew was falling and the
evening was dark, a small figure
moved toward the gate of the farthest
ostrich camp, driving a bird before it.
When the gate was opened anil the
bird driven In and the gate fastened, It
turned away, but then suddenly paus
eil near the stone wall.
"Is that you. Waldo?" said Lyndall.
hearing a-sound.
The boy was sitting on the damp
ground, with his back to the wall. He
gave her no answer.
"Come," she said, bending over him.
"1 lmve been looking for you all day."
He mumbled something.
"You have hail nothing to cat. I
have put some supper In your room.
You must come home with tne, Wal
do."
She took his hand, and the boy rose
■lowly.
She made him take her arm and
twisted her small fingers among his.
"You must forget," she whispered.
"Since It happened I walk, I talk, I
never sit still. If we remember, we
cannot bring back the dead." She
knit her little fingers closer among his.
"Forgetting Is the best thing. He dlil
not watch It coming," she whispered
presently. "That Is the dreadful thing
—to see It coming!" She shuddered.
"I want It to come so to me too. Why
do you think I was driving that bird?"
she added quickly. "That was Hans,
the bird that hates Bouupurte. 1 let
him out this afternoon. I thought ho
would chase him and perhaps kill
him."
The boy showed no sign of Interest.
"lie did uot catch him, but he put
his head over the half door of your
cabin and frightened him horribly. Me
was there, busy stealing your things.
Perhaps lie will leave tlieui alone now,
but 1 wish the bird had trodden on
him."
They said no more till they reached
the door of the cabin.
"There Is a candle, and supper is on
the table. You must eat," she said
authoritatively. "I cannot stay with
you now lest they find out about tlio
bird."
He grasped her arm and brought his
mouth close to her ear.
"There is uo God," he almost hissed,
"no God, not anywhere!"
She started.
"Not anywhere!"
He ground It out between his teeth,
and she felt his hot breath on her
cheek.
"Waldo, you are mad," Hho said,
drawing herself from him instinctively.
Lie loosened his grasp and turned
away from her also.
In truth, Is It not life's way? Wo
fight our little battles alone, you yours,
1 mine We must not help or find help.
When your life Is most real, to mo
you are mad. When your agony Is
blackest, 1 look at you anil wonder.
Friendship Is good, a strong stick, but
when the hour comes to lean hard It
gives. In the day of their bitterest
need all souls are alone.
Ly.'idall stood by him in the dark,
pityingly, As he walked
to the door she came after him.
"liat your supper. It will do you
good," she said.
Hlii- rubbed her check against ids
Hhotddcr and then ran away.
In the front room the little woolly
Kafiir girl was u MJ.IIIII;; 'I ant' Mutinies f
I feet In a small tub. and Bonaparte,
I tvho sat 011 the v. ien sofa, was pull
| big off his shoes and stockings that his
, ewn feet might be washed also. There
! were three candles burning in the
| room, and he and Tant' Sannle sat
close together, with the lean Hottentot
not far off. for when ghosts are about
much light Is needed. There is great
i strength in numbers. Bonaparte had
1 completely recovered from the effects
| of his fright in the afternoon, and the
I numerous doses of brandy that It had
] been necessary to administer to him to
1 effect his restoration had put him in
a singularly pleasant aud amiable
mood.
"That boy Waldo,' said Boa i parte,
rubbing Ills toes, "took himself off cool
ly this morning as soon as the wagon
came and lias not done a stiver of
work all day. I'll not have that kind
of thing now I'm master of this farm."
The Hottentot maid translated.
"Ah, I expect he's sorry that his fa
ther's dead," said Tant' Sannle. "It's
nature, you know. I cried the whole
morning when my father died. One
eau always get another husband, but
one can't get another father," said
Tant' Sannle, casting a sidelong glance
at Bonaparte.
Bonaparte expressed a wish to give
Waldo his orders for the next day's
work, and accordingly the little woolly
headed Kaffir was sent to call him.
After a considerable time the boy ap
peared and stood in the doorway.
If they had dressed him In one of the
swallowtailed coats and oiled his hair
till the drops fell from it and it lay as
smooth as an elder's on sacrament Sun
day. there would still have been some
thing unanointed in the aspect of the
fellow. As It was, standing there in
his strange old costume, his head pre
senting much the jtppcarauce of hav
ing been deeply rolled In sand, his eye
lids swollen, the hair hanging over his
forehead and a dogged sullenness on
his features, he presented most the ap
pearance of an 111 conditioned young
lSiffalo.
"Beloved Lord," cried Tant' Sannle,
"how he looks! Come in, boy. Couldn't
you come and say good day to me?
Don't you want some supper?"
He said he wanted nothing and
turned his heavy eyes away from her.
"There's a ghost been seen in your
father's room," said Tant' Sannie. "if
you're afraid, you can sleep in the
kitchen."
"I will sleep In our room," said the
boy slowly.
"Well, you can go now," she said,
"but be up early to take the sheep. The
herd"—
"Yes, tie up early, my boy," inter
rupted Bonaparte, smiling. "1 am to
be master of this farm now, and we
shall be good friends, I trust, very
good friends, If you try to do your
duty, my dear boy."
Waldo turned to go, and Bonaparte,
looking benignly at the candle, stretch
ed out one uustoeklnged foot, over
which Waldo, looking at nothing In
particular, fell with a heavy thud upon
the floor.
"Dear me! 1 hope you are not hurt,
my boy," said Bonaparte. "You'll have
many a harder thing than that, though,
before you've gone through life," ho
added consolingly as Waldo picked
himself up.
The lean Hottentot laughed till the
room rang again, and Tant' Sannle tit
tered till her sides ached.
When he had gone, the little maid be
gan to wash Bonaparte's feet.
"O Lord, beloved Lord, how he did
fall! 1 can't think of "it," cried Tant'
Sannie, anil she laughed again. "I al
ways did know he was not right, but
this evening any one could see it," she
added, wiping the tears of mirth from
her face. "His eyes are as wild as if
the devil was in them. He never was
like other children. The dear Lord
knows, If he doesn't walk alone for
hours talking to himself. If you sit In
the room with him, you can see his lips
moving the whole time, and if you talk
to him 20 times he doesn't hear you.
Daft eyes- he's as mad as mad can
be."
The repetition of the word mad con
veyed meaning to Bonaparte's mind.
He left off paddling his toes in the wa
ter.
"Mad, mad? I know that kind of
mad," Kald Bonaparte, "and I know
the thing to give for It- the front end 1
of a little horsewhip, the tip; nlco
thing; takes It out," said Bonaparte.
The Hottentot laughed and trans
lated.
"No more walking about and talking
to themselves ou this farm now," said
Bonaparte, "no more minding of sheep
and reading of books at the same time.
The point of a liorsewlilp Is a little
thing, but I think he'll have a taste of
It before long." Bonaparte rubbed bis
bands and looked pleasantly across his
nose, and then the three laughed to
gether grimly.
And Waldo In bis cabin crouched In
the dark In a corner, with Ids knees
drawn up to his chin.
OITAPTER X.
XIK SHOWS HIS TKETIC
Doss sat among the "karroo" bushes,
one yellow ear drawn over his wicked
little eye, ready to flap away any ad
venturous fly that liilKbt settle on his
nose. Around him In the morning sun
llght fed the sheep; behind him lay his
master, polishing his machine. He
found much comfort In handlliiK It that
morning. A dozen philosophical essay#
or angelically attuned songs for the
consolation of the bereaved could nev
er have been to him what that little
sheep shearing machine was that day.
After struggling to see the unseeable,
growing druuk with tlie endeavor to
span the iutiulte and writhing before
the inscrutable mystery It Is a renovat
ing relief to turn to some simple, feel
able, weigliable substance, to Home
thing which has a smell and a color,
which may be handled and turned over
this way and that. Whether there be
or be not a hereafter, whether there be
any use in calling aloud to the unseen
power, whether there be an unseen
power to call to, whatever be the true
nature of the I who eall and of the ob
jects around me, whatever be our
meaning, our Internal essence, our
cause (and in a certain order of minds
death and the agony of loss Inevitably
awaken the wild desire, at other times
smothered, to look Into these tilings;,
whatever be the nature of that which
lies beyond the unbroken wall which
the limits of the human Intellect build
up on every hand, this tiling Is certain
- a knife will cut wood, and one cog
gci! wheel will turn another. This Is
sure.
Waldo found an Immeasurable satis
faction In the handling of his imtchlnc,
but lioss winked and blinked and
thought It all frightfully monotonous
out there on the llat and presently
dropped asleep, sitting bolt upright.
(Suddenly his eyes opened wide. Some
thing was coming from the direction of
the homestead. Winking ids eyes and
looking Inteutly, he perceived It was
the gray mure. Now, Doss had won
dered much of late what had become
of her master. Heelng nlic carried
some one on her back, he now came
to his own conclusion and began to
move his tall violently up and down.
I'resell liy lie pricked tip one ear and
let the other hang. 11l tall became
motionless, anil the expression of Ids
mouth was one of decided disapproval
bordering on scorn. He wrinkled his
lips up on each side Into little lines.
The sand was soft, and the gray
mare came on so noiselessly that the
boy heard nothing till Bonaparte dis
mounted. Then Doss got up and moved
back a step. He did not approve of
Bonaparte's appearance. His costume,
in truth, was of a unique kind. It was
a combination of the town and coun
try. The tails of his black cloth coat
were pinned up behind to keep them
from rubbing; he had on a pair of
moleskin trousers and leather gaiters,
and in h's hand he carried a little whip
of rhinoceros hide.
Waldo started and looked up. Had
there been a moment's time he would
have dug a hole in the sand with his
hands and buried his treasure. It was
only a toy of wood, but he loved it, as
one of uecessity loves what has been
born of him, whether of the flesh or
spirit. When cold eyes have looked at
it, the feathers are rubbed off our but
terfly's wing forever.
"What have you here, my lad I" said
Bonaparte, standing by him and point
ing with the end of his whip to the
medley of wheels and hinges.
The boy muttered something inaudi
ble and half spread his hand over the
thing.
"But this seems to be a very Ingen
ious little machine," said Bonaparte,
seating himself on the ant heap and
bending down over it with deep inter
est. "What is It for, my lad?"
"Shearing sheep."
"It is a very nice little machine,"
said Bonaparte. "How does it work,
now? I have never seen anything so
ingenious!"
There was never a parent who heard
deception in the voice that praised bis
child, his firstborn. Here was one who
liked the thing that had been created
in him. He forgot everything. He
showed how the shears would work
with a little guidance, how the sheep
would be held and the wool fall into
the trough. A flush burst over his face
as he spoke.
"I tell you what, my lad," said Bona
parte emphatically when the explana
tion was finished, "we must get you a
patent. Your fortune Is made. In
three years' time there'll not be a farm
in this colony where It Isn't working.
You're a genius: that's what you are!"
said Bonaparte, rising.
"If it were made larger," said the
boy, raising his eyes, "it would work
more smoothly. Do you think there
would be any one In this colony would
bo able to make It?"
"I'm sure they could," said Bona
parte, "and, if not, why I'll do my best
for you. I'll send It to England. It
must be done somehow. How long
have you worked at it?"
"Nine months," said the boy.
"Oh, It is such a nice little machine,"
said Bonaparte, "one can't help feeling
on interest in it. There is only one lit
tle improvement, one very little im
provement, I should like to make."
Bonaparte put his foot on the ma
chine and crushed it in the sand. The
boy looked up Into his face.
"Looks better now," said Bonaparte,
"doesn't It? If we can't have it made
In England, we'll send It to America.
Goodby; ta, ta " he added. "You're a
great genius, a born genius, my dear
boy. There's no doubt about it"
He mounted the gray mare and rode
off. The dog watched his retreat with
cynical satisfaction, but his master lay
on the ground with his head on his
inns In the sand, and the little wheels
and chips of wood lay on the ground
around him. The dog jumped on his
back and snapped at the black curls
till, finding that no notice was taken,
he walked off to play with a black
beetle. The beetle was hard at work
trying to roll home a great ball of
dung It had been collecting all the
morning, but Doss broke the ball and
eat the beetle's hind legs and then bit
off Its head. And It was ull play, and
no one could tell what It had lived and
worked for—a striving and a striving
and an ending in nothing.
CHAPTER XI.
ins SNAPS.
"I have found something in the loft,"
said Em to Waldo, who was listlessly
piling cakes of fuel on the kraal wall
a week after. "It Is a box of books
tliat belonged to my father. We
thought that Taut' Sannie had burned
them."
The boy put down the cake he was
raising and looked at her.
"I don't think thoy are very nice, not
stories," she added, "but you can go
and take any you like."
So saying, she took up the plate In
which she had brought ills breakfast
mill walked off to the house.
After that the boy worked quickly.
The pile of fuel Bonaparte had ordered
him to pack was on the wall In half
an hour. He then went to throw salt
on the skins laid out to dry. Finding
the i«>t empty, he went to the loft to
refill It.
lionaparte Blenklns, whoso door
opened at the foot of the ladder, saw
the boy go up and stood In the door
way waiting for Ids return. Do want
ed bis boots blacked. Doss, tlndlng he
could not follow his master up the
round bars, sat patiently at the foot of
the ladder. Presently he looked up
longingly, but no one appeared Then
lionaparte looked up also and Iwgan to
call, but there was no answer. What
could the boy be doing? The loft was
an unknown land to Bonaparte. Ho
had often wondered what was up
there, lie liked to know what was In
all locked up places and out of the
way corners, but lie was afraid to
climb the ladder. Ho Bonaparte look
ed up and. In the name of all that was
tantalizing, questioned what the boy
did up there. The loft was usetl only
as a lumber room. What could the
fellow find up there to keep him so
long?
Cottld the Boer woman have beheld
Waldo at that instant any lingering
doubt which might have remained In
her mind as to the boy's Insanity
would Instantly have vanished, for,
having tilled the Halt pot, he proceeded
to look for the box of books among
the rubbish that Ailed the loft. Under
a pile of sacks be found It a rough
packing case, nailed up, but with one
loose plank. lie lifted that and saw
the even backs of a row of books, lie
knelt down before the box and ran his
hand along Its rough edges, as If to
assure himself of Its existence. He
stuck his hand In among the books and
pulled out two. He felt them, thrust
lila lingers in among the leaves and
crumpled them a little, as a lover feels
the hair of Ids mistress. The fellow
gloated over his treasure. He had had
a dozen books in the course of his life.
Now here was a mine of them opened
at his feet. After awhile he began to
read the titles and now and again
opened a book and read a sentence;
but he was too excited to catch the
meanings distinctly. At last he came
to a dull brown volume, lie read the
name, opened It In the center and
where he opened began to read. 'Twns
a chapter on property that lie fell upon,
"Communism, I'ourlerlsin, St. Simon-
Ism," In a work on political economy.
He read down one page and turned
over to the next; lie read down that
without changing Ids posture by an
Inch; he read tiie next and the next,
kneeling up all the while with the book
In his hand and hlrlips parted.
All he read he did not fully under
stand. The thoughts were new to him.
But tiiis was the fellow's startled joy
in the liook— the thoughts were Ills;
they belonged to him. lie had never
thought them before, but they were
his.
• lie laughed silently and internally,
witli the still intensity of triumphant
Joy.
So, then, all thinking creatures did
not send up the one cry: "As thou,
dear Lord, hast created things in the
beginning, so are they now, so ought
they to be. so will they be. world with
out end, and it doesn't concern us what
they are. Amen." There were men
to whom not only "kopjes" and stones
were calling out imperatively, "What
are we, and how came we here? Un
derstand us and know us," but to whom
even the old, old relations between
man and man and the customs of the
ages called and could not be made still
and forgotten.
The boy's heavy body quivered with
excitement. So he was not alone, not
alone. He could not quite have told
any one why he was so glad and this
warmth had come to him. His cheeks
were burning. N'o wonder that Bona
parte called In vain and Doss put his
paws on the ladder and whined till
three-quarters of an hour had passed.
At last the boy put the book in his
breast and buttoned it tightly to him.
He took up the salt pot and went to
the top of the ladder. Bonaparte, with
his hands folded under his coattails,
looked up when he appeared and ac
costed him.
"You've been rather a long time up
there, my lad," he said as the boy de
scended with a tremulous haste, most
unlike his ordinary slow movements.
"You didn't hear me calling, I sup
pose?"
Bonaparte whisked the tails of his
coat up and down as he looked at him.
lie (Bonaparte Blenkins) had eyes
which were very farseeing. He looked
at the pot. It was rather a small pot
to have taken three-quarters of an
hour in the tilling. He looked at the
face. It was flushed. And yet Tant'
Sannie kept no wine. lie had not
been drinking. Ills eyes were wido
open and bright. lie had not been
sleeping. There was no girl up there.
He had not been making love. Bo
naparte looked at him sagaciously.
What would account for the marvelous
change In the boy coming down the
ladder from the boy going up the lad
der? One thing there was. Did not
Tant' Siumle keep In the loft "bul
tongs" and nice smoked sausages?
There must be something nice to eat
up there. Aha! That was it!
Bonaparte was so Interested In car
rying out Ihls chain of Inductive rea
soning that he quite forgot to have his
boots blacked.
ne watched the boy shutß* off with
the salt pot under his arm. Then he
Btood in his doorway and raised hia
eyes to the quiet blue sky and audibly
propounded this riddle to himself:
"What Is the connection between the
naked back of a certain boy with a
greatcoat on and a salt pot under his
arm and the tip of a horsewhip? An
swer: No connection at present, but
there will bo soon."
Bonaparte was so pleased with this
sally of his wit that lief buckled a lit
tle and went to lie down on his bed.
There was bread baking that after
noon, and there was a fire lighted in
the brick oven behind the house, and
Tant' Sannic had left the great wood
en elbowed chair in which she passed
her life and waddled out to look at it.
Not far off was Wit do, who, having
thrown a pail of food Into the pigsty,
now leaned over the sod wall looking
at the pigs. Half of the sty was dry,
but the ipwer half was a pool of mud,
on the edge of which the mother sow
lay with closed eyes, her ten little ones
sucking. The father pig, knee deep in
the mud, stood running his snout Into
a rotten pumpkin and wrl&gHug his
curled tail.
Waldo wondered dreamily a» he
stared why they were pleasant to look
at. Taken singly, they were not beau
tiful; taken together, they were. Was
tt not because there was a certain har
mony about them? The old now was
suited to the little pigs and the little
pigs to their mother, the old boar to
the rotten pumpkin and all to the mud.
They suggested the thought of nothing
that should be added, of nothing that
should be taken away. And, he won
dered ou vaguely, was not that tlio
secret of all beauty, that you who look
on— So ho stood dreaming and leaned
farther and farther over the sod wall
and looked at the pigs.
All this time Bonaparte Blenklns was
sloping down from the house In an
aimless sort of way, but he kept one
eye fixed on the pigsty, and each gyra
tion brought lilm nearer to It. Waldo
stood like a thing asleep when liona
parte came close up to him.
In old days, when a small boy play
ing in an Irish street gutter, he (Bona
parte) had l>oeu familiarly known
among his comrades under the title of
Tripping lien, this from the rare case
and dexterity with which, by merely
projecting his foot, he could preclpltato
nny unfortunate companion 011 to the
crown of his head. Years had elapsed,
and Tripping Ben had become Bona
parte, but the old Klft was In him still,
lie came close to the pigsty. All the
defunct memories of his boyhood re
turned on him In a flood as with an
adroit movement he Inserted his leg
between Waldo and the wall and sent
lilm over the pigsty.
Tlie little pigs were startled at the
si range Intruder and run behind their
mother, who sniffed at him. Taut'
Sanulo Hinuto her hands together and
laughed, but Bonaparte was far from
Joining her. Lost In reverie, he gazed
at the distant horizon.
The suddeu reversal of head ami feet
hud thrown out the volume that Waldo
carried In his breast. Bonaparte pick
ed It up and began to Inspect it as the
boy climbed slowly over the wall, lie
wotdd have walked off sullenly, but ho
wanted Ids book and waited till It
shonld be given him.
"11a!" said lionaparte, raising his
eyes from the leaves of the book which
he was examining. "I IIOJM) your cost
has not been Injured, it is of an ele
gant cut. An heirloom, I presume,
from your paternal grandfather? It
looks nice now."
"() l,ol'd, O I-ord," cried Taut' Nan
nie, laughing and holding her nldos,
"how the child looks as though he
thought the mud would never wash
off! O Lord. 1 shall die! You, Bona
parte, are the funniest man I ever
saw."
Bonaparte Hlenklns was now careful
ly Inspecting the volume he bud picked
up. Among the subjects on which the
darkness of IIIM understanding had
been enlightened during Ids youth po
litlcal economy had not been one. lie
was not, therefore, very clear us to
what the nature of the book might be,
uud, as the name of tlie writer, J. H.
Mill, might, for anything he kuew to
the contrary, have belonged to a ven
erable member of the IlrltiHh ami For
eign Itlble society, It by uo means
threw light upon the question, lie was
not in any way sure that political econ
omy had nothing to do with the cheap
est way of procuring clothing for the
army and navy, which W'uuld Be cer
tainly both a political and an ecoaomi
cal subject.
But Bonaparte soon came to n con
clusion as to the nature of the lx>ok
ami its contents by the application of
a simple rule now largely acted npjn,
but which, becoming universal, would
save much thought and valuable time.
It is of marvelous simplicity, of in
finite utility, of universal applicability.
It may easily be committed to vaepiorf
and runs thus:
Whenever you come Into contact
with any book, person or opinion of
which you absolutely comprehend
nothing, declare that book, person or
opinion to be immoral. Bespatter it,
vituperate against It, strongly insist
that any man or woman harboring it
Is- a fool or a knave, or both. Care
fully abstain from studying It. Do all
that In you lies to annihilate that book,
person or opinion.
Acting on this rule, so wtde In its
comprehensiveness, so beautifully sim
ple In its working. Bonaparte ap
proached Taut' Sannle with the book
in his hand. Waldo came a step nearer,
eying it like a dog whose young has
fallen into evil hands.
"This book." said Bonaparte, "is not
a fit and propex study for a young and
immature mind."
Tant' Sanuie did not understand a
word and said:
"What?"
"This book," said Bonaparte, bring
ing down his linger with energy on
the cover, "this book Is sleg, sleg,
davel. davel!"
Taut' Sannle perceived from the
gravity of ills countenance that it wajp
no laughing mutter. From the words
slog and davel she understood that the
book was evil and had some connec
tion with the prince who pulls the
wires of evil over the whole earth.
"Where did you get this book?" she
asked, turning her twinkling little eyes
on Waldo. "I wish that my legs may
be as thin as an Englishman's if it
isn't one of your father's. He had
more sins than all the Kaffirs in Kaf
flrland, for all that he pretended to be
so good all those years and to live with
out a wife because he was thinking of
the one that was dead! As though ten
dead wives could make up for one fat
one with arms and legsl" cried Tant'
Sannle, snorting.
"It was not my father'# book," said
the l>oy savagely. "I got It from your
loft."
"My loft! My book! How dare you?"
cried Tant' Sannle.
"It was Em's father's. Bhe gave it
me," he muttered, more sullenly.
"Give it here. What Is the name of
It? What is it about?" she askd, put
ting her linger upon the title.
Bonaparte understoodi
"Political economy," b« said skrwiy.
"Dear Lord!" said Tant' SannlßL
"Cannot one hear from the very sound
what an ungodly book It Is? One can
hardly say the name. Haven't we got
curses enough on this farm?" cried
Tant' Sannle eloquently—"my best im
ported Merino ram dying of nobody
knows what, and the Shorthorn cow
casting her two calves, and the sheep
eaten lip with the scab and the
drought? And is this a time to bring
things about the place, to call
down the vengeance of Almighty God
to punish us more? Didn't the minis
ter tell me when I was confirmed not
to read any book except my Bible and
hymnlKJok; that the devil was In all
the rest? And I never have read any.
other liook," said Tant* Sannle, with
vigorous energy, "and I never wiUl"
Waldo saw that the fate of hiß book
I was sealed and turnod sullenly on his
heel.
1 "So you will not stay to bear what I
say!" cried Tant' Sannle. 'There, take
your pollty-gollity-gomlny, your devil's
book!" she cried, Hinging the book at
his head with much energy.
It merely touched his forehead on
! one side and fell to the ground.
"Go on!" she cried, "t know you are
going to talk to yourself. People who
1 talk to themselves always talk to the
devil. Go and tell him all about U. Go,
go! Bun I" cried Taut' Sannle.
But the boy neither quickened nor
slackened his pace and passed sullenly
round tho back of the wagon house.
Books have been thrown at other
heads before and since that summer
afternoon by hands more white and
delicate than those of the Boer worn
! an; but whether the result of the proc
ess has been in any case wholly satis
factory may bo questioned. We love
that with a peculiar tenderness, wo
treasure It with a peculiar care, it has
for us quite a fictitious value, for
which wo have suffered. If we may.
not carry it anywhere elso, wo will car
ry It In our hearts and always to tlie
end.
Bonaparte Blunklns went to pick up
the volume, now loosened from its oov;
er, while Tant' Sannlo pushed the
stumps of wood farther into the oven.
Bonaparte came close to her, tapped
the book knowingly, nodded and looked
at the lire. Tant' Sannle comprehend;
ed and, taking the volume from Ida
hand, threw It Into the back of the
oven. It luy upon the heap of coals,
smoked, flared and blazed, and the pev
litical economy was uo more—gone out
of existence, like many another poor
heretic of llesh and blood.
Bonaparte grinned and to watch the
process brought lils face so near the
oven door that the white hair on his
eyebrows got singed. He then inquired
If there were nny more In tho loft.
Learning that there were, ho made
Blgns indicative of taking up armfuls
and Hinging them into the fire. But
Tant' Hnmilo was dubious. Tho
ceased Englishman had left all his per]
Hoiial effects specially to Ids child. It
was all very well for Bonaparte to talk
of burning the books. Ho had had lils
hair spiritually pulled, aud slio had uo
wish to repeat Ids experience.
She shook her bead. Bonaparto was
displeased. But then a happy thougli|
occurred to him. Ho suggested that
tho key of the loft should henceforth
be put Into his own safo care and keep
ing, no one gaining possession of It
without Ids permission. To this Tant'
Sannle readily assented, and the ,two
walked lovingly to the houso to look'
for It J
| (TO II CO»TIXU*D.J
IIIn llaalnras t'nrrrr.
"I should think you would have your
boy trained for some business."
"1 am."
"But he's never done a day's work In
his life."
"That's true."
"lie doesn't know anything except
how to dress, dance and talk nonsense."
"True, again, but that's part of the
training for his life purpose."
"Well, what do jou expect to mako
of Itlin V"
"The husband of an heiress."—Chica
go Post.
The Two Wrlla.
I'linnlman Have you heard tho story
about the two holes In the ground?
<;till<-iii— I suppose I'm to say, "No,"
tin n you reply, "Too deep?"
Euniilman That's not It at all.
Gulleui No? Then 1 haven't heard
It.
Fuunlninn Well u«llt—Philadelphia
Press.
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