tCK." wvvw Q v. v v v v v-
to
.- ft a ft o ft ft n r-.
'$
cn.vrTicu x.
WIT AT CAME TO Sl.AVIX.
5 Jil.l.Y BltKK.VS legacy to tho
S J l'.luik Uock mining camp was
!i new league, which was more
thiin tho ohl league reiunde.
The league was new in Its spirit and la
Its methods. The impression made up
on t ho camp by Hilly Breen's death
was very remarkable, and I have nev
er been nuite able to account for ft.
The nnx.d of the community at the
time was peculiarly susceptible. Billy
was one of the oldest of the old tim
ers. His decline and fall bad been a
long process, and his struggle for life
and manhood was striking enough to
arrest the attention and awaken the
sympathy of the whole camp. We In
stinctively side with n man In his
struggle for freedom, for we feel that
freedom is native to him and to us.
The Midden collapse of the struggle
stirred the men with a deep pity for
the beaten man and n deep contempt
for thoe who had tricked him to his
doom: but. tlmiii the pity and the
contempt remained, the gloom was re
lieved and the sens of defeat removed
from the men's uiiuds by the trans
forming glory of Billy's last hour. Mr.
Craig, reading of the tragedy of Billy's
death, transfigured defeat into victory,
ittnl this was gradually accepted by tho
men as the true reading, though to
them it was full of mystery. But they
could all understand and appreciate at
full :ih;o the spirit that breathed
throiiji the words of the dying man:
"lion't le 'aril on 'em. They didn't
ini'im tin 'ann." And this was the new
spirit i t the lea l: tie.
It was this spirit that surprised Sla
vin i!i! sudden tears at the grave's
bide. IP- had come braced for curses
and vengeance, for all knew it was he
who had doctored Billy's lemonade,
and ins! .-ad i f vengeance the message
from the dead that echoed through the
voice of the living m.s one of pity and
forgiveness.
But the days of the league's nega
tive, defensive warfare were over. The
light was to the death, and now the
war was to be carried Into the ene
my's country. The league men pro
posed a thoroughly equipped and well
conducted coffee room, reading room
and hall to parallel the enemy's lines
of operation and defeat them with
their own weapons upon their own
ground. The main outlines of the
scheme were clearly defined and were
easily seen, but the perfecting of the
details called for nil Craig's tact and
good sense. When, for Instance, Ver
non Winton, who hail charge of t' e
entertainment department, came lie
Craig's opinion as to a minstrel ,ioupu
and private theatricals, Craig was
prompt with his answer:
"Anything clean goes."
"A nigger show'" asked Winton.
"Iiepeiids upon the idg'ers," replied
Craig, with a gra "'y comic look,
hhrewdly adding. "Ask Mrs. Mavor."
And so the League Minstrel and Ira
luatic company became an established
fact and proved, lis Craig afterward
told me. a great means of grace to the
camp.
Shaw had charge of the social de
partment, whose special care It was to
see that the men were made welcome
to the i'y, cheerful reading room,
where they might chat, smoke, read,
write or play games, according to
fancy.
But I'liiig felt that the success or
failure of the scheme would largely
depend upon the character of the resi
dent la m.iger, who. while caring for
reading i m and hall, would control
ti nd operate the Important department
represent -d by the coffee room.
"At this point the whole business
may come to grit f." lie said to Mrs.
Mavor. without whose counsel nothing
was done.
"Why come to grief?" she asked
brightly.
"Bii..ii;c if we don't get the right
man that's what will happen." he re
plied iti a tone that spoke of anxious
worry.
"But we shall get the right man, nev
er fear." lbr serene courage never
falter d. "Me will come to us."
Craig turned mi l gazed at In r In
franl; admiration iind said:
"If I only had your courage'."
"Courage;" she answered ijulekly.
"It is not for you to say that." And at
his ni sv. ering look the led came into
In r i h ik and the depths in lu r eyes
glowed, and 1 marveled and wondered,
looking at Craig's cool face, whether
his blood were running evenly through
his . it.-s. But his voice was quiet a
shade t unlet, I tiioiight-as lie grave
ly rep.i. d:
"I wou. I often be a coward but for
the s'.i: :.:c of it."
An i - the leagu-waited for the man
to Co:,..- who was to be resident tnana-
' 1 I )'; t!:.1 I cw enterprise a
Mice, ; .. And come he did, but the
iiiiinv r of his coming was so cxlrai r
dinary that I have believed in the doc
trine of a special providence ever since,
for. i s Craig said. "If he had mi. a?
stiii'.i.i from brawn. I could not have
bi en i,, re Mirprised."
Wil.ii the league v.vs thus waiting.
Its ii, :!. st entire.1, up ,n Slavin, chief
ly le ".:'. he r. pi'i -iiii-il more tlnui
liny .,:'.n r the fo:-. . : the enemy, and,
thou,.!; Billy J'.ivi ii . -id between him
iind the vengeance of l ie nngry men
who would have made short work at
liim iiiid his saloon, nothing could save
Liw hum himself,, and after the fu
1 Black !
p r 1 oil
Is Rock si!
X4" Ey RALPH CONNOR Z
neral Slavln went to bis bar and drank
whisky as be bad never drunk before.
Hut the more lie drank tbe fiercer and
gloomier he lecnnie, and when the men
drluklng with him chaffed bini be
swore deeply and with such threats
that they left him alone.
It did not help Slnvln either to have
Nlxxn stride In through tho crowd
drinking at bis bar and give him words
of warning.
'!t Is not your fault, Slavln." he said
In n slow, cool voice, "that you and
your precious crew didn't send me to
my death too. You've won your bet,
but I want to hay that next time,
though you are seven to one or ten
times that, when any of you Iniys of
fer ine a drink I'll take you to mean
fight, mid I'll not disappoint you, and
some one will be killed." And, so say
ing, he strode out agnln, leaving a mean
looking crowd of men behind him. All
who had not been concerned In tlte
business at Nixon's shack expressed ap
proval of bis position and hoped be
would see it through.
But the impression of N'lxon'g words
upon Slavln was ns nothing compared
with that made by Ueordie Crawford.
It was not what be said so much us
the manner of awful solemnity he car
ried. CeonUe was struggling consci
entiously to keep bis promise to "not
be 'urd on the boys" and found consid
erable relief In remembering that be
had agreed "to leave them tae the Al
mtchty." But the manner of leaving
them was so solemnly awful that I
could not wonder that Siavin's super
stitious Irish nature supplied him with
supernatural terrors. It was the sec
ond day after the funeral that Ceordle
mid I were walking toward flavin's.
There was a great shout of laughter us
we drew near.
' Oordie stopped short and, saying,
"We'll juist gang In a meenute," pass
ed through the crowd and up- to the
bar.
"Michael Slavin," began fJeordie, and
the uieli stared in dead silence, with
their glasses in their hands "Michael
Slavin, 1 promised the lad I'd bear ye
nae iil wull, but juist leave ye tae the
Almichty, an' I want tae tell ye that
I'm kecpiu' ma wur-r-d. But," and here
he raised his hand, and his voice be
came preternaturally solemn, "his bluid
Is upon yer ban's. Io ye no' see it?"
His voice rose sharply, and as be
pointed Slavln instinctively glanced ut
his bands, and Ueordie added:
"Aye, an' the Lord will require it o'
ye an' yer boose."
They told me that Slavln shivered ns
it taken with ague after Ueordie went
out, mid, though he laughed and swore,
lis did not stop drinking till be sank la
a drunken stupor and bad to be car
ried to bed. His little French Canadian
wife could not understand tbe change
that bad c -mi over her husband.
"He's II.. one bear," she confided to
Mrs. Mm.', to whom she was showing
her baby of a year old. "He's not kees
nie one t ". i r.ls day. He's inos' hawful
bad. lie' . i! t even look at do baby."
And tl . seemed sufficient proof that
Bomethi , was seriously wrong, for
she went on to say:
"He's tink more for dat led baby dan
for do whole worl'. He's tink more for
dat baby dan for me." But she shrug
ged her pretty little shoulders in depre
cation of her speech.
"You must pray for blm," said Mrs.
Mavor, "and all will come right."
"A!i. inadiime." she replied earnestly,
"every clay, every day, I pray la sainto
Yierge ct tons Irs saints for him."
"You must J ray to your rather In
heaven for him."
"Ah, or.l, I weel pray." And Mrs.
Mavor sent her nway bright with
smiles and with new hope and courage
In her heart.
She had very soon need of nil her
courage, for lit the week's end her
baby fell dangerously 111. Sinvin's anx
iety and fenr were not relieved much
by the reports the men brought him
from time t time of Ueordie' s ominous
forebodings, for Ueordie had no doubt
that the Avenger of blood was hot
upon Siavin's trail, and ns the sickness
grew he became continued in this con
viction. While he could not be said to
find satisfaction In Siavin's Impending
ntllieflon, he could hardly hide his com
placency In the promptness of Provi
dence In vindicating his theory of retri
bution. But Ueordie' s complacency was some
what rudely shocked by Mr. Craig's
answer to this theory one day.
"You read your Bible to little profit,
It seer.is to me, Ueordie, or perhaps
yon have never read the Master's
teaching about the tower of Siloam.
Better read that and take that warn
ing to yourself."
Ueordie gazed after Mr. Craig ns be
turned nway nnd muttered:
"The tour o' Siloam, is it? Aye, I
ken line nl-oot the toor o' Siloam nn'
nboot the toor o' Babel ns weel, nn'
I've read, too, about the blnsphccinious
Ilerod an' sic like. Mon, but he's a hot
beided laddie nn' lacks dlscreemeena
tion." "What alxiut Herod, Ueordie?" I
usked.
"Aboot Ilerod?" with n strong tinge
of contempt In his tone. "About Herod?
Mon, hue ye no' read In tho Serecp
turs aboot Herod nn' the wur-r-ms in
the waiiio o' him?"
"Oh, yes, I see," I hastened to an
swer. "Aye, a fule c::n see what's flapped
in his face." with which bit of pro
verbial philosophy be suddenly left
lae. But Ueordie thenceforth content
ed !.:iit-:f. in Mr. Craig's presence at
least, w ;U) oiiiiit' us bead shakings,
I'ii.ily i.ggr:i rating i.ud Ii.ipossiblo to
tijsv.r.
That same nli-ht, however, Ueordie
showed that y;th nil Ids theories he
bud a loan's true peart, for l.e c;.:;ie lu
baste to Mrs. Mavor to say:
"Ye'll be nicdcd ower yonder, I'm
thltilJn'."
"Why? Is the La by worse? Have
you been In?"
"Nu, nu," replied Ueordie cautiously;
Til no gaiii where I'm no wanted,
but yon puir thing ye cuu bear outside
weep!:i un" moaulu.
"She'll maybe need ye tae," be went
nn dubiously to me. "Te're a kin o
doctor. I hoar." uot committing b'ca
self to any opinion as to my profession
al value.
But Slavln would have none of me.
having got the doctor sober euougb to
prescribe.
Tbe Interest of tbe camp in Slavin
was greatly Increased by tbe illness of
bis baby, which was to blin as the ap
ple of bis eye. There were a few who
Impressed by Ueordie's profound con
victions upou the matter, were ioclined
to favor the retribution theory and con
nect the baby's illness with the venge
mice of the Almighty. Among theso
few was Slavin himself, and. Bonded
by his remorseful terrors, be sought re-J
lief in drink. But this brought him
only deeper and fiercer gloom, so that
between her suffering child aud ber
savagely despuirlng husband tbe poor
mother was desperate with terror aud
grief.
"Ah. mndnme." she sobbed to Mrs.
Mavor. "my heart is broke for him.
He's beet noting for tree days, but jla
ilreenk. dreenk. dreenk."
Tho next day a man came for me In
baste. The baby was dying, and the
doctor was drunk. I found the little
one In a convulsion lying across Mrs.
Mavor' s knees, the mother kneeling be
side It. wringing her bands In dumb
agony, nnd Slavln standing near, silent
and suffering. I glanced at the bottle
of medicine upon the tnble and asked
Mrs. Mavor the dose nnd found the
baby had been poisoned. My look of
horror told Slavln something was
wrong, and. striding to me, he caught
mv arm and asked:
"Mint is It? Is tbo medicine
wrong?
I tried to put him off, but bis grip
tightened till his lingers seemed to
reach the bone.
"The dose Is certainly too largo. But
let me go. I must do something."
lie let me go at once, saying in a
voice that made my henrt sore for him,
"lie has killed my baby; he has killed
my baby." And then ho cursed the
doctor with awful curses and with a
look of such murderous fury on bis
face that I was glad the doctor was too
drunk to appear.
Ills wife, hearing his curses and un
derstanding the cause, broke out into
wailing hard to bear.
' "Ah, mon petit nnge! It Is dat whees
ky tint's keel mon baby. Ah, mon
cheri, mon amour! Ah, nion-Dleu! Ah,
Michael! How often I say that whees
ky he's not good ting."
It was more than Slavln could bear,
aud with nwful curses he passed out
Mrs. Mavor laid the baby In Its crib,
for the convulsion had passed away,
and, putting her arms about tbe wall
ing little Frenchwoman, comforted and
soothed ber as a mother might . ber
child.
I "And you must help your husband,"
I heard her say. "He will need you
more than ever. Think of him."
I "Ah. oul, I weel," was the quick re
ply, and from that moment there was
no more walling.
It seemed no more than a minute till
Slavin came in again, sober, quiet and
steady. The passion was all gone from
bis face, and only the grief remained.
I As we stood leaning over tbe sleeping
child the little thing opened its eyes,
saw Its father and smiled. It was too
much for him. The big man dropped
on bis knees with a dry sob.
I "Is there no chance nt all, at all?" bo
whispered, but 1 could give him no
hope. He Immediately rose and, pull
ing himself together, stood perfectly
quiet. -
.'. new terror seized upon tho mother.
"My baby is not what you call it?"
going through the form of baptism.
"An' ho will not come to la sainto
Yierge," she said, crossing herself.
"lo not fear for your little one," said
Mrs. Mavor, still with her arms about
ber. "The good Saviour will take your
darling into his own arms."
, But the mother would not be comfort
ed by this, nnd Slavin, too, was uneasy.
"Where Is Father Uoulet?" he asked.
! "Ah, you were not good to the holy
pere de las tain, Michael," she replied
sadly. "The saints are not please for
you."
"Where Is the priest?" he demanded.
"I know not for sure. At de Lnndlu',
dat's Ink."
"I'll go for him," he said.
But his wife clung to blm, beseeching
him not to leave her, and Indeed be was
loath to leave bis little one.
I found Craig and told blm the diffi
culty. With his usual promptness be
was ready with a solution.
"Nixon has a team. He will go."
Then he added: "I wonder If they
would not like me to baptize their little
one. Father Uoulet nnd I have ex
changed ollices before now. I remem
ber how lie came to one of my people
, la my absence, when she was dying,
read with ber, prayed with ber, com
forted her and helped her across the
river. He Is a good soul and bns no
nonsense about him. Send for mo If
,you think there Is need. It will make
t:o difference to the baby, but It will
comfort the mother."
1 Nixon was willing enough to go, but
when he came to the door Mrs. Mavor
taw the hard look in bis face. He bad
not forgotten his wrong, for day by
'C.:y he was still lighting tho devil with
in that Slavln hud culled to life. But
! Mrs. Mavor, under cover of getting him
Instructions, drew him into the room.
While listening to ber his eyes wan
dered from cue to the other of tho
group till they rested upon the little
white f.tee In tho crib. She noticed the
change lu his face.
"They I'ci.r the little one will never
see the Saviour if It Is not baptized,"
Khe said l:i n low tone.
lie was eager to go.
1 "I'll do my best to get the priest," be
raid und v.i'.s (.one ou his sixty mile
race with death. '
The long afternoon wore on. but be
fore It was half gone 1 saw Nixon
could not win and that the priest would
be too late, so I sent for Mr. Crals.
From tbe moment he entered the room
be took command of us all. He was 83
simple, so manly, so tender, the hearts
jof the pureuts Instinctively turned to
him.
i As be was about to proceed with tbe
baptism the mother whispered to Mrs.
Mavor. who hesitatingly asked Mr.
! Craig If be would object to usiug holy
woter.
"To mo It Is the same as any other,"
he replied gravely.
"An' will be ma!:e the good sign?"
asked the mother timidly.
Aud so the child was baptized by the
Presbyterian minister with holy water
and with tbe sign of the cross. I don't
suppose It was orthodox, and it render
pi' .haotlc some of my religious no
tlu..s. but I thought more of Craig that
moment than ever before. He was
more uiuu than minister, or perhaps be
was so good a minister that day be
cause so much a man. As be read about
the Saviour and tbe children and tbe
disciples who tried to get in between
i them, and as be told us the story In bis
own simple and beautiful way and
then went on to picture the home of
the little children aud the same Saviour
In the midst of them, I felt my henrt
grow warm, aud 1 could easily under
stand the cry of the mother:
"Ob. mon .les u, prenez mol aussl, take
me wis mon nilgnon!"
Tbe cry wakened Siavin's heart, and
be said huskily:
"Oh, Annette. Annette!"
"Ah. oul, nn Michael too!" Then to
Mr. Craig: "You tluk he's tak me some
day? Eh?"
"All who love him." he replied.
"An' Michael, too?" she asked, ber
yes searching his face. "An Michael
too?"
But Craig ouly replied, "All who lore
him."
"Ah, Michael, you must pray le bon
Jesu! He's garde notro mlgnon." And
then she bent over the babe, whisper
ing, "Ah, mon clierl, mon amour, adieu,
adieu, mon nnge"' till Slavin put his
rms about her und took her away, for
as she was whispering her farewells
her baby, with it little answering sigh,
passed Into the house with many rooms.
"Whisht, Annette, darling, don't cry
for the baby," said her husband. "Sure
It's better off than tho rest of us It Is.
And didn't you bear what the minister
said about the beautiful place it Is?
Apd sure he wouldn't lie to us at nil."
But a mother cannot be comforted
for her first burn son.
An hour later Nixon brought Father
Uoulet. He was a little iVeiichman
with gentle manners and the face of a
saint. Craig welcomed him warmly
and told him what he had done.
"That Is good, my brother," he said,
with gentle courtesy, and, turning to
tbe mother, "Your little one is safe."
Behind Father Uoulet came Nixon
softly nnd gazed down upon the little
quiet face, beautiful with the mnglc of
death. Slav.'n eatae quietly ,sxd stood
besido him. Nixon turned nnd offered
his hand, but Slavln, moving slants
back, suid:
"I did you a wrong, Nixon, and It's a
sorry man I am this day for It."
"Dont say a word, Slnvln," answer
ed Nixon hurriedly. "I know bow you
feel. I've got n bnby too. I want to
see It ngniu. That's why the break
hurt nie so."
"As God's above," replied Slavln ear
nestly, "I'll binder you no more."
They shook bands, and we passed
out.
We laid the baby under the pines,
not far from Billy Breen, nnd the sweet
spring wind blew through the gap and
came softly down the valley, whisper
ing to the pines and the grass and tho
biding (lowers of tho now life coming
to the world. And the mother must
have heard the whisper l'i her heart,
for as the priest was savin - tho words
of the service she stood Willi Mrs. Ma
yor's arms about her, nn 1 her eyes
were looking fur nway beyond the pur
ple mountain tops, seeing what inado
her smile. And Slavln, too, looked dif
ferent. Ills very features seemed finer.
The coarseness was gone out of his
face. What had come to him I could
not tell.
But when the doctor came Into Sia
vin's house that night It was the old
Slavln I saw, but with a look of such
deadly fury on his face that I tried to
get the doctor out nt onco. But he was
half drunk, nnd bis manner was hid
eously humorous.
"How do, ladles? now do, gentle
men?" was his loud voiced salutation.
"Quite n professional gathering, clergy
predominating. Lion nnd lamb too!
Ha. ha! Which Is the lamb, eh? Ha,
hn! Very good! Awfully sorry to
hear of your loss. Mrs. Slnvln. Did
our best, you know; can't help this sort
of thing."
Before nny one could move Craig
was nt his side nnd, saying In n clear,
ilnn voice, "One moment, doctor,"
caught him by tho arm nnd bad him
out of the room before he knew It.
Slavln, who had been crouching In
bis chair, with hands twitching nnd
eyes glaring, rose nnd followed, still
crouching as he walked.
I hurried nfter him, calling him back.
Turning nt my voice, the doctor saw
Slavln approaching. There was some
thing so terrifying In his swift, noise
less, crouching motion that tho doctor,
crying out In fear, "Keep blm off!"
fairly turned aud tied.
lie was too late. Like n tiger Slavln
leaped upon him nnd without waiting
to strike had blm by the throat with
both hands nnd, bearing him to the
ground, worried him there ns a dog
might n cat.
Immediately Craig nnd I were upon
blm; but, though we lifted blm clear
off tho ground, wo could not loosen
that two handed strangling grip. As
we were struggling there n light band
touched my shoulder. It was Father
Uoulet.
"I'lease let him go and stand nwny
fiom us." bo said, waving us back.
We obeyed.
He leaned over Slavln and spoke a
few words to blm. '
Slavln started ns If struck a heavy j
blow, looked np nt the priest with fear
In his face, but still keeping his grip.
"Let blm go." said the priest.
Slnvln hesitated.
"Let hlni go! Quick!" said the priest
again, and Slavin, with a suarl. let go
bis bold and stcod sullenly facing the
priest
Father Uoulet regarded him steadily
for some seconds and then asked:
"What would you do?"
His voice was gentle enough, even j
sweet, but there was something In It .
that chilled my marrow.
"What would you do?" be repeated.
"He murdered my child." , growled
Slavln.
"Ah! How?"
"He was drunk and poisoned him."
"Ah! Who gave him drink? Who
made blm n drunknrd two years ago? (
Who has wrecked bis life?" j
There was no answer, and tbe even
toned voice went relentlessly on:
"Who Is the murderer of your child
now?"
Slavln groaned and shuddered.
"Go!" And tbe voice grevr stern.
"Repent of your s'.n and add not an
other." Slnvln turned his eyes upon the mo
tionless figure on the ground and then
upon the priest.
Father Goulet took one step toward
him and, stretching out his hand and
pointing with bis finger, said:
"Go!"
And Slnvln slowly backed away and
went Into bis house. It was nn ex
traordinary scene, nnd It Is often with
me now the dark figure on thegrouuit.
the slight, erect form of the priest with
outstretched arm and finger, and Sla
vin hacking away, fear and fury strug
gling lu his face.
It was a near thing for the doctor,
however, nnd two minutes more of
that grip would have done for blm.
As-it was, we hud the greatest difficul
ty In reviving blm.
What the priest did with Slavln nft
er getting blm Inside I know not that
has always been n mystery to me but
when we were passing the saloon that
night after taking Mrs. Mavor home
we saw a light and beard strange
sounds within. Entering, we found
another whisky raid in progress, Sla
vin himself being the raider. We stood
some moments watching him knocking
in the bends of casks and emptying
bottles. I thought be had gone mad
and approached him cautiously.
"Hello, Slavin!" I called out "What
does this mean?"
He paused In his strange work, and I
saw that his face, though resolute,
was quiet enough.
"It menus I'm done with the busi
ness, I am," he said in a determined
voice. "I'll help no more to kill any
man, or," In a lower tone, "nny man's
baby."
Tbe priest's words had struck home.
"Thank God, Slavln!" said Craig, of
fcflng his hand. "You are much too!
good a man for tbe b'uslness."
"Good or bnd, I'm done with It," bo
replied, going on with his work.
"You are throwing away good mon
ey, Slnvln," I said as the head of a
cask crashed in.
"It's myself that knows It, for the
price of whisky bus gone up In town
this week," be answered, giving me a
look out of the corner of his eye. "Be
dad. It was a rare clever Job," refer
ring to our Black Rock hotel affair.
"But won't you be sorry for this?"
asked Craig. '
"Belike I will, and that's why I'm
doing it before I'm sorry for it," he re
plied, with ii delightful bull.
"Look here, Slavin," said Craig ear
nestly, "If I can be of use to you In any
way, count on me."
"It's good to nie the both of you
have been, nnd I'll not forget It to
you," be replied, with like eurnestness.
As we told Mrs. Mavor that night,
for Craig thought It too good to keep,
ber eyes seemed to grow deeper and
the light In them to glow more Intense
ns she listened to Craig pouring out
bis tale. Then she gave blm her baud
nnd said:
"You have your nmn at last."
"What man?"
"Tho man you have been waiting
for."
"Slavin?"
"Why not?"
"I never thought of It."
"No more did ho or nny of us." Then,
nfter n pause, she added gently, "He
has been sent to us."
"Do you know, I believe you are
right," Craig said slowly nnd then add
ed. "But you always are."
"I fear not," she answered, but I
thought sho liked to hear his words.
The whole town was astounded next
morning when Slavln. went to work In
the mines, nnd Its astonishment only
deepened as tho days went on and ho
stuck to his work. Before three weeks
bad gone the league had bought nnd
remodeled the saloon nnd bad secured
Slavln ns resident manager.
Tho evening of the reopening of Sia
vin's saloon, as It was still called, was
long remembered In Black Bock. It
was the occasion of the first appear
ance of the League Minstrel and Dra
matic troupe In what was described as
a "hair lifting tragedy, with appropri
ate musical selections." Then there
was n grand supper, with speeches nnd
great enthusiasm, which reached Its
climax when Nixon rose to propose tho
toast of the evening, "Our saloon." His
speech was simply n quiet, manly ac
count of his long strugglo with the
deadly enemy. When he ctime to spenk
of his recent defeat, he said:
"And, whilo I urn blaniln' no one
but myself, I nm glad tonight this sa
loon Is on our side, for my own sake
nnd for the snko of those who havo
been wnltlu' long to seo me. But be
fore I sit down I want to any Hint
while I llvo I shall not forget that I
owe my life to the man thnt took me
that nlcjit to his cwn shack and put
BEST FOR Ti
If yon kmal rrl. kraitin I
fcowvla r7 lny. j ill or , i.
bowels pn, and ! well. Kurt-... t
lent phTMaor ttl m,Imm. U Uaiirvino. VcJ
. tuM.1. inoT'-'l j ua knuJ .
flaw B4 slwa I to teka w.
UAIXUT
CATHARTIC
EAT 'EM LIKE CANDY
laaaallt. Palatabla. rfitant. Taaf '
r Sicken. WaaWa or lirln. u, r. .."
tfr box. Write lor frea eiuil, 'ablll-i
ealth. Addraea "
sTtsuta innr crarm, run
KEEP YQUB BLOOD Cl(j
me In his own bed snrl n. .
- i ma
mornln with an open hand. r iTl
you I had sworn to God that J
would be my lust"
(leonlle's speech was ctiHri,Mw,-,
After a brief reference to the "m
...... 'xMuruiT, WbUJ
nelc finTvliwb'Pfl hn mlfrlit ...-.
-"uirumej J
to understand, he went on to eir-J
his unqualified approval of tb J
"It's a cozy place, an there' n. J
pbur aboot. Besides a that." heJ
on enthusiastically. "It'll le a tmj
savin'. I've Juist been coontlu'"!
"You bet!" ejaculatod a voice, J
great emphasis. ' 1
"I've juist been coontlu'," wpm
it., i i
ieuiu:e, liioilllg uie reillilrK aiKjtd
iiiuii men luuuweu, an it stunt',
like money ye pit ower wl' the wh-iii
Ye see ye cunna dae wl' tine Lit g'j
Ye maun line twa or three nt i he t?
least, fur It's no verrn forrit yegetr
line glass, i.ui wi yon co:;i o ye i. J
get n sixpence worth an' ye wiat j
mnir.
There was nnother sbnet ,1'
... ...... : -;:
wnicn puzziou ueonno much
"I dlnna see the Jowl;, Inn I'rer-
pit ower lu whusky malr nor a boid
dollars."
Then be paused, looking hurilw
blm nnd twisting bis faco intovxt-J
(Unary shapes till the men looked
blm in wonder.
"I'm rale glad o' this saloon, butfi
ower late for the lad that catim j
nelplt the noo. He 11 not be Dnlv
help o oors. I doot, but there arth
ers." And be stopped abruptly ta;J
down, with no applause following.
But when Slavln, our saloon k
rose to reply the men jumped up J
the seats nnd yelled till they cnulihtl
jo more. Slavln stood, evidently i
trouble who niroseir, ana nnaiijuni
out:
"It's speechless I am entirely. WW
come to me I know not nor lioift
come, but I'll do my best for you."
. And then tbe yelling broke outlet
3
I did not yell myself. I was too
watchfi?,? b rtfyln,? Ibjhts in Mn.
vor'a eyes as she looked from Crtii
the yelling men on the benches tM
bles nnd then to Slavln, and I m
myself wondering If she knew wlu;:
was that cuuie to Slavln.
To UK rosrixi KD next wkkk.
Soft
TOiSpr, 1
Harness
Ton can nak your har.
nta aa aoft aa a glove
nd as tough aa wire by
ualngEt'KEKAUar.
neea Oil. You van
lenk-then lit life make It
lwt twin as long at it
ordinarily would.
EUREKA
Harness Oil
makes a poor looking bar
n M like new. Marie of
pure, heavy bodied oil, re
Peclnllv Drenarcd In with.
laud tho weather. var
Bold everywhere
In cam all sixes.
Midi bj STANDARD OIL CO.
Is the Trade mark
that apjicars on the old origini!
brand of
Knives, Forks
and Spoons.
There re mnny Imitation
1X47 is idcntnyinK niiu
ofthr genuine, whichare oM
Dy lead i ii ir itcalers. senn iu
the milkers fur booklet
No. ivi, of beautiful new
tletlKn.
THE INTERNATIONAL
SILVER CO.
Meriden, Conn.
" S'lirr rial
th.t ireurt.
DON'T
louri-iiv--jj
Yen can be cured of nr form of tobaW"!
isily. be made well, strong, tnnir""!f-BV
new life sad -vigor ly Ukiug NQ-TO-B'"
thnt m.k.e ..k ...... VnHf K
tea pounds in ten da vs. O'er iflfli'j,
cured. All draggints. Cure guarnutrfl- i 1
let and advic 1RHK. Addrets S'l'fc? . I
ST
in l i m m M ua i it mmm
ill WMrVHWaA
A ONLY BUT W4
fi847!
I Rogers Bros." I
I
A
Mi
JM.A
-w
'Sa3Aw ray- -j