k I V W W W W W. V V V V v- 1 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 lack Rock Ey RALPH CONNOR 0 0 0 0S 0 0t 0t 00 J cn.vrTr.it x. WHAT C.V1IK TO SLAVIX. "JlI.I.Y HKKKN'S li'caoy to ttio I'.liick Unci; iniiihitf camp wns ;i now loiiKtif, which wiig more than the old league remade. B tea The li-a'iie was mw in Its spirit and la its methods. Tlio impression made up on the camp by Hilly lircen's death was very remarkable, and 1 have ney rr Urn ni!to able to account for ft. The nicMid of the community at the time was peculiarly susceptible. Billy was one of the oldest of the old tim ers. Ills 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 a man In his stru;::le for freedom, for we feel that freedom is native to him and to us. The sudden 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 bis doom: but. though the pity ami the contempt remained, the gloom was re lieved and the sensn of defeat removed from the men's minds by the trans forming glory of Billy's last hour. Mr. Craig, renting of the tragedy of Billy's death, transfigured defeat Into victory, and tliis was gradually accepted by the men as the true reading, though to them it v as full of mystery. But they could at: understand and appreciate at full v tlirnii-li I'on't : luoan !!" spli.t ! It was in into bide, il it:e the spirit that breathed words of the dying man: 1 o 'aid on '. in. They didn't '. And this was the new I..- league. 'li s spirit that surprised Sla- sudden tears at the grave's had come braced for curses and vi Ngi-aniv. for a '.I knew it was lie 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 w.,s one of pity and folgiveni-ss. But the days of the league's nega tive, d. fi iisive warfare were over. The light was bi 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 njwu their own ground. The main outlines of- the scheme were clearly defined and were easily seen, but the perfecting of the details called for all Craig's tact and good sense. When, for instance. Ver non Wlnton, who had charge of !'' entertainment department, came in' Craig's opinion as to a minstrel . . i:po and private theatricals, Craig was prompt with his answer; "Anything clean goes." "A nigger show';" asked Winton. "Iepends Upon :'.ie i:';.'its," replied Craig, with a gra comic look, shrewdly adding. "Ask Mr-. Mavor." And so the League Minstrel and I'm inn tie company became an established fact and proved, as Craig afterward told ::.c. a great means of grace to the tamp. Shaw had charge of the social de partment. whoe si ial care it was to see t!...t the men were made welcome '7.?. cheerful reading room, y might chat, smoke, read, play games, according to to til" wh. r- writ.- o f..n.-y. r.-jt f.tilv.re . dep. i.d detlt I.. - leading ii nd op. : r J r. - n "At t! ;:g fi 't that the success or r the seh.mc would largely the character of the resi . ger. win., while raring for i:; and hall, would control the important department J by the c.ijf.-e room, s point the whole . business may come to grii f. Mav..r. witlwut whoso was il"!,-. conie to giv saiJ ouusel to Mrs nothing "Wi.y brlghn;. I'.. ... men Idled I'! w -nrr . l: r f. fa'n 'r: fr.,nl 'If if we .1 i what w, tone that II. r sep wn) i I I is ;.! In r . til e loot,;: his Ms fh-;.;. Iy n ; -! tt.i - An i t i - i . t Hi L.i :r Oi'ia , time for. : s; ! . i.i i :. V.'i. il .. Jy 1. l.n.. ti. . in.'.; : wl... him a Liui nni.-l an! i.lr.it.on :.: y had y.e. 1" she '.r ; ..u : . r.ng look c :n.J t!,. :. ; I 1 1. v. t "'tags w . e r.;:i:. I'.nt l.i- , .let. I 1 1 oflell 1.1 f?" she askiil n't get the rig! t 1 happen." he ;. spoke of Ulixi.'Us !) right man. lev ne curage never ..:iie to us." g.-iz.-d at Li r In d sa.d: : courage:" ilisiv. ri d ''jiel;!y. say tliat." And at me led caii...- it. to lej.rhs in hr eyes le 1 a nd wondered, ..I face, win thi r :.g evenly through ' lee was ju.et-a "ught-as ho g: avc- a c .ward but f.f the league w alto. I for the mail v :.'. "as t i be lesidi i t mat:a t '..e t.:. i ..v enterprise a .:al e-.n... he d.d. but the 1 1: s en;:, - g was K j It ! ; . : 1 ha Ip h. . ed in I Le li-e- iel.ee ever t-'.t if he Lad eon ,. 1 cuuiJ Liot La v neral Slavin went to his twir and drank whisky as be had never druulc before. But the more be drank the fiercer and gloomier he lecanie. and when the men drinking with him chaffed him lie swore deeply and with such threats that they left him alone. It did not help Slavin either to have Nixon stride In through the crowd drinking at his bur and give him words of warning. "it Is not your fault. Slavin." he said In a slow, cool voice, "that you and your pr cious crew didn't send me to my death too. You've won your bet. but I want to say that next time, though you are seven to one or ten times that, when any of you lioys of fer me a drink I'll take you to uieiin fight, anil I'll not disappoint you, and some one will be killed." And, so say ing, he strode out again, leaving a mean looking crowd of men behind him. All who had not been concerned In tin? business at Nixon's shack expressed ap proval of his position and hoped be Would see it through. But the impression of Nixon's words upon Slavin was ns nothing compared with that made by Ueordle Crawford. It was not what he said so much us the manner of awful solemnity he car ried. CeonLie was struggling consci entiously to keep his promise to "not be 'ard on the boys" and found consid erable relief In remembering that he had agreed "to leave them the the Al mlchty." But the manner of leaving them was so solemnly awful that I could not wonder that Slavin's super stitious Irish nature supplied him with superiiaturnl terrors. It was the sec ond day after the funeral that !eordie and I were walking toward Slavin's. There was a great shout of laughter us we drew near. Gordie stopped short and, saying, "V'I1 juist gang In n meenute," pass ed through the crowd and up- to the tar. "Michael Slavin," began tleordie, nnd the Lien stared In dead silence, with their glasses in their hands "Michael Slavin, 1 promised the lad I'd bear yo liiie ill v ull, but juist leave yo tae the Almichty, an' I want tae tell ye that I'm keepin' inn wur-r-d. But," and here he raised his band, and his voice be came preternatural! solemn, "his bluid is upon yer ban's. Io ye no' see ItV His voice rose sharply, and as he pointed Slavin instinctively glanced ut his bands, and lleordie added: "Ao, mi' the Lord will reijulre It o' ye an' yor boose." They told me that Slavin shivered ns if taken with ague after Ueordle went out, and, though lie laughed and swore, he did not stop drinking till be sank In a drunken stupor aud bad to be car ried to bed. His little French Canadian wife could not understand the change that bad c ":u over her husband. "lie's 11.. ote bear," she confided to Mrs. Max...', to whom she was showing her buhy of a year old. "He's not kees me oue t : i .ls day. He's nios' Lawful bad. lie" n t even look at do baby." And t'. ..i seemed sufficient proof that some thi , was seriously wrong, for she weut on to say: "He's tink more for dat leel baby dan for do. whole worl". He's tink more for dat baby dan for me." Hut she shrug ged ber pretty little shoulders lu depre cation of her speech. "You must pray for him," said Mrs. Mavur, "and all will come right." "Ah. taadame," she replied earnestly, "every day. every day, I pray la saiuto Vierge ft t-.us '.es saints for biiu." "You mii-i l ray to your Father In heaven for him." "Ah, or.l. I weel pray." And Mrs. Mav..r sent ln-r away bright with smiles r.nd with new hope nnd courage in her heart She Lad very soon need of nil her courage, for at the week's end h'T baby fell dangerously ill. Slavin's nnx le'.y and fear were not relieved much by the reports the men brought hi in from time t time f Ceordie's ominous forebodings, for Ueordie Lad no doubt that the Avenger of blood was hot r.pon Slavin's trail, and as the sickness grew Le became continued in this con viction. While he could not be said to lind satisfaction in Slavin's Impending iiiHietinti. lie could hardly bide his com placency ifi tin? promptness of Provi dence in vindicating his theory of retri bution. But tieordle's complacency was some what rudely shocked by Mr. Craig's fiptwer to th! theory one dsy, "You read your Bible to little profit. It so. ::: t. me, fjiordle, or perhaps ':; have never read the Master's t.ea.-hii.g about the tower .f Siloam. Better r'.id 1h':t end take that warn ing to you i If." Jeord'e gazed nfter Mr. Craig as be turned away and muttered: "The to-jr o' Siloam, Is it? Aye, I ken fine u! t the toor o' Siloam on' uboot ti.t- t .or o' Babel us weel, an' I've read, too, fl!.out the bias; he mlous Herod iu' sic like. Mon, but h.s a hot heidi-d laddie on" lacks disereemema tloti." "What about lUrod, Gcordi.':" I tifked. "Abix.t Herod?'' with a strong tinge ( f contempt lu Lis tone. "A boot Herod? Mon, Lac ye no' read hi the Screep turs about Herod nu' the vur-r-ms In the wntne ,' Llm':" "Oh. yeg. I see," I hastened to un- lal ' ill he; n.rpi . ;.- ,e I ' ... I the fo. :. ;:..li Br the Vengeance w 'UlJ ha e i.i i :.'.! his sa tool;, I: jiu Liuie.e!fk gne v . s thus waiting, r .1 i S.avn. chi. f- n'.e.j i., ..ire U;:.'i t t lie enemy, and. !, .1 between Lim '..! the Ul.jkl' men .ih short work t f uothiug eou'.d save mii niter the f vi ewer. "A' in Lis m a l... J . a fi:!e c: ti see what's Capped face." with which bit of pro- p'nilosoj.hy he sn.l lenly left Jt ;eori.;ie thenceforth coiiteut '.' in M'n Ouig's r.-seuce at w t-iiii'i r.s l ead shakings, i.ggra a' 1 ng t.'jd Ji..poes:ble to lia. . i.l. Thi. I s si., u. d : Lad a Luftc t.. "Yf'll thit.l.in'." "WLyV Is toe Luhy worse? Have you bec i) in?" "N'u, repUfd (jeordie cuuiicusty; me I. Mi. be l .l.t, however, Geordle nil Lis theories Lo 1 i art. :..r l.e e: at iu . vi. r to bay: led ower yonder, I'm "I'll na" gam: where I'm no wanted, but you puir thing ye can hear outside weept:i" uu moaiiiu". "She'll maybe need ye tae," he went ou dubiously to me. "Te're a kin" o doctor. I limr." uot committing bco self to any oplulou as to my professloo al value. Hut Slavin would have none of me. having got the dut-tor sober enough to prescribe. The Interest of the camp In Slavin was greatly Increased by the Illness of his baby, which was to him as the ap ple of bis eye. There were a few who impressed by Geordle's profound con victions upon the matter, were Inclined to favor the retribution theory and cou liect the baby's illness with the venge ance of the Almighty. Among theso few was Slavin himself, and, goaded by his remorseful terrors, he sought rev lief In drink. But this brought him only deeper and fiercer gloom, so that between her suffering child aud ber savagely despairing husband the poor mother was desperate with terror aud grief. "Ah. niadame."" she sobbed to Mrs. Mavor, "my heart Is broke for him. lie's beet noting for tree days, but JIs dreenk. dreenk. dreenk." The next day a man came for me In haste. 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 hands in dumb agony, and Slavin standing near, silent and suffering. I glanced at the bottle of medicine upon the table and asked Mrs. Mavor the dose and found the baby had lioen poisoned. My look of horror told Slavin something was wrong, and. striding to me, be caught ni v nrm and asked: "What Is It? Is tho medicine a-rong?' I tried to put him off, but his grip tightened till his fingers seemed to reach the bone. "The dose is certainly too large. But let me go. I must do something." lie let me go at once, saying in a voice that made my heart sore for him, "He has killed my baby; he has killed my baby." And then he cursed the doctor with awful curses and with a look of such murderous fury on his 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 ange! It Is dat whees ky tint's keel mon baby. Ah, mon cheri, mon amour! Ah, motv Pieu! Ah, Michael: How often I say that whees ky he's not good ting." It was more than Slavin could bear, and with awful curses he passed out Mrs. Mavor laid the baby In its crib, for the convulsion bad passed away, nnd, putting her arms about the wall ing little Frenchwoman, comforted and soothed her as a mother might. ber child. I "And you must help your husband," I heard her siy. "He will 'need you more than ever. Think of him." ! "Ah. oul, I weel," was the quick re ply, and from that moment there was no more walling. It scem'ed 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 the 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 at all, at all?" ho whispered, but I could give him no hope. He immediately rose and, pull ing himself together, stood perfectly quiet. - .'. new terror seized upon the mother. "My baby is not what you call it?" going through the form of baptism. "An" l.e will not come to la salnto Vierge," she said, crossing herself. "I'o not fear for your little one," said Mrs. Mavor, still with ber 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 Goulet?" be 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?" be demanded. "I know not for sure. At de Landlu', Oafs lak." "I'll go for him." be said. But his w ife clung to him, beseeching him nut to leave her, and Indeed be was loath to leave his little one. I found Craig and told him the diffi culty. With his usual promptness be w as 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 Goulet and I have ex changed cilices before now. I remem ber how Le came to one of my people ia my absence, when she was dying, read with hi-r, prayed with her. com forted Ler and bellied her across the river. He is a good soul and has no !io::se-ise about Lim. Send for me If you think there is need. It will make t.o difference to the Laby, but It will comfort the mother."' Nixon was willing enough to go, but w liea be came to the door Mrs. Mavor taw the Lard koti in bis face. He had not forgotten his wrong, for day by 'ay he was still fighting tho devil with in that Slavin bad culled to life. But 1 Mrs. Mavor. under cover of getting him Instructions, drew him Into tho room. While listening to her bis eyes wan dered from ,i:e to the other of tho group till they rested uioti the little white face in the crib. She noticed the change In his face. "Tiny fear the little o:ie will never see the Saviour if it is not baptized," tho said i:i a low tone. lie was eager Im go. "I'll do my best to get the priest," he aid and v.-r.s totie oa his sixty mile lace with diiith. The long ufteiiiooa wore on. but bo- fore It was half gone I saw Nixon could not win and that the priest would be too late, so I sent for Mr. Crals From the moment be eutered the room be took command of us all. lie was 83 . simple, so manly, so tender, the hearts of the parents Instinctively turned to him. ; As he was about to proceed with the baptism the mother whispered to Mrs. Mavor. who hesitatingly asked Mr. . Craig if he would object to using holy water. , "To nie It Is the same as any other," be replied gravely. "An will be ma!:e the good sign?" asked the mother timidly. And so the child was baptized by the Presbyteriau minister with holy water j and with the sign of the cross. 1 don't ; suppose It was orthodox, aud It render- it "S'liktln Bii'iin tt tur rclli'tiiiia nrs. I tlo..s. but I thought more of Craig that moment than ever before. He was more mau than minister, or perhaps be was so good a minister that day he rn use so much a man. As be read about the Saviour aud the children and the disciples who tried to get In between them, and as be told us the story In his own simple and beautiful way and j then went on to picture the home of the little children aud the same Saviour In the midst or them, 1 felt my heart grow warm, aud 1 could easily under- I stand the cry of the mother: "Ob, mon Jesu, prenez mol aussl, take ' me wlx mon mlgnon!" The cry wakened Slavin's heart, and be said huskily: 1 "Oh, Annette, Annette!" "Ah. oul, an' Michael too!" Then to Mr. Crnlg: "You tluk he's tak me some day? Eh?" "All who love him." he replied. "An" Michael, too?" she asked, her rfCS searching his face. "An" Michael too?" But Craig ouly replied, "All who lo?e him." "Ah, Michael, you must pray le bon Jesu! He's garde notre mignon." And then she bent over the babe, whisper ing, "Ah, mon cherl, mon amour, adieu, adieu, mon tinge"' till Slavin put his arms about her nnd took her away, for as Bhe was whispering her farewells ber baby, with a little answering sigh, passed Into the bouse with many rooms. "Whisht, Annette, darling, don't cry for the baby," said her husband. "Sure It's better off than the rest of ns It Is. Aud didn't you hear what the minister said about the beautiful place II 1.4? Apd sure he wouldn't lie to us at all." But a mother cannot be comforted for her tirstlnuu son. An hour later Nixon brought Father Goulet. He was a little frenchman with gentle manners and the face of a saint. Craig welcomed him warmly and told him what he bad done. "That Is good, my brother." he said, with gentle courtesy, and, turning to the mother, "Your little one Is safe." Behind Father (loulet came Nixon softly and gazed down upon the little quiet face, beautiful with tho magic of death. Slavin -came quietly and stood besldo him. Nixon turned nnd offered bis hand, but Slavin, moving slowly back, said: "I did you a wrong, Nixon, and It's a sorry man I am this day for it." "Dont say a word, Slavin," answer ed Nixon hurriedly. "I know how you feel. I've got a baby too. I want to see It again. That's why the break hurt me so." "As God's above," replied Slavin ear nestly, "I'll binder you no more." They shook hands, and we passed out. We laid the baby under the pines, not far from Billy Breen, and the sweet spring wind blew through the gap and came softly down the valley, whisper ing to the pines and the grass nnd the hiding flowers of the new life coming to the world. And the mother must have heard the whisper I'l her heart, for as the priest was sayit- - the words of the service she stood with Mrs. Ma vor's arms about her, an I her eyes were looking far nway beyond the pur ple mountain tops, seeing what made her smile. And Slavin, too, looked dif ferent. His 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 camo Into Sla vin's house that night It was the old Slavin I saw, but with a look of such deadly fury on his faco that I tried to get the doctor out at once. But be was half drunk, and his manner was hid eously humorous. "How do, Indies? now do, gentle men?" was bis loud voiced salutation. "Quite a professional gathering, clergy predominating. Lion nnd Iamb too! Ha, ha! Which Is the lamb, eh? Ha, ha! Very good! Awfully sorry to bear of your loss, Mrs. Slavin. Did our best, you know; can't help this sort of thing." Before nny one could move Craig was at bis side nnd, saying in a clear, firm voice, "Ono moment, doctor," caught him by the nrm nnd bad bltn out of the room before he knew It. Slavin, who had been crouching In bis chair, with hands twitching and eyes glaring, rose nnd followed, still crouching as be walked. I hurried nfter htm, calling him back. Turning at my voice, the doctor saw Slavin approaching. There was some thing so terrifying In bis swift, noise less, crouching motion that the doctor, crying out in fear, "Keep him off!" fairly turned and tied. lie was too late. Like n tiger Slavin leaped upon him nnd without waiting to strike had him by the throat with both bands nnd, bearing him to the ground, worried him there ns a dog might it cat. Immediately Craig nnd I were upon blur, but, though we lifted him clear off the ground, we could not loosen that two handed stniiigllng grip. As vve were struggling there n light hand touched my shoulder. It was Father Goulet. "Please let him go nnd stand nway fiom us," he said, waving us back. We obeyed. He leaned over Slavin and spoke few words to him. Slarln started as If struck a heavy blow, looked up nt the priest with fear ( In his face, but still keeping bis grip. "Let blm go." said the priest Slavin hesitated. "Let him go! Quick!" said the priest again, and Slavin. with a snarl, let go bis bold and stcod sullenly facing the priest. Fat'.ier Goulet regarded him steadily for some seconds and then asked: "What would you dor His voice was gentle enough, even , sweet, hut there was something in it that chilled my marrow. "What would you do?" he repeated. "He murdered my child.", growled Slavin. "Ah! How?" "He was drunk and poisoned him." "Ah! Who gave him drink? Who made blm n drunkard two years ago? . Who has wrecked bis lifer j There was no answer, and the even toned voice went relentlessly on: "Who It the murderer of your child now?" Slavin groaned and shuddered. "Oo!" And the voice grew stern. DEST FOR Ti mim bowrla TJ duy, jau nt III vr m bolfwa. ! well. Koiw.Ib Cm, lent phynaur pill poImii,u u Aim-rot... ti 's. lluuiMlUUIu ''""i CANDY CATHARTIC EAT 'EM LIKE CANDY Vvr Hkkflti, WLi r Urii W, Vm! Writ for fnM mhihU. r box. fctfeV 7 as artauss inuT raariKT, rnirtcoa, ta j ' urrn ttnun ni nnn . M&r 1UUH DLUUU (II a J me in his own bed and met m, mornln' with an open hand, fori you I had sworn to God that mj wn.it, I l.n m. 1 .( H V. f I jk'a .... mil rrt a l . . . w. .... "... . v uo vimrncttfw After a brief reference to the VJ .. . . . a . . -I . .. .. nt T t .1 "i.epent or your s:a ana aaa noi an- i " v iruiiurair, wnlc i.n I acknowledged ho mie.it nmo.i- V.iji-i, ' -"-iilUf Slavin turned his eyes upon the mo- to understand, be went on to (jJ tlonless figure on the ground and then . unqualified approval of the J upou the priest. Father Goulet took one step toward him and. stretching out his haud and pointing with bis finger, said: "Go!" And Slarln slowly backed away nnd went Into his house. It was an ex traordinary scene, nud It is often with nie now the dark figure on the ground, the sllL'lit. erect form of the priest with outstretched arm and finger, and Sla vin backing away, fear and fury strug gling iu his face. It was a near thing for tho doctor, however, and two minutes more of that grip would have done for blm. As-it was, we had the greatest difficul ty in reviving him. What the priest did with Slavin aft er getting him Inside I know not that bus always been a mystery to me but when we were passing the saloon that night after taking Mrs. Mavor homo 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 heads of casks and emptying bottles. I thought he had gone mad nnd approached blm cautiously. "Hello, Slavin!" I called out "What does this mean?" He paused In bis strange work, and I saw that his face, though resolute, was quiet enough. "It means 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, "any man's baby." The priest's words had struck home. "Thank God, Slavin!" said Craig, of fering bis hand.' "You- are much too good a man for the business." "Good or bad, I'm done with It, be replied, going on with his work. "You are throwing away good mon ey, Slavin," I said as the head of a cask crashed in. "It's myself that knows It, for the price of whisky has gone up in town this week," he answered, giving me a look out of the comer of his eye. "Be dad, It was n 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 a 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 me the both of you have been, nnd I'll not forget It to you," lie replied, with like earnestness. 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 haud nnd said: "You have your man at last." "What man? " "The man you have been waiting for." ' I "Slavin?" "Why not?" "I never thought of It." "No more did he or any of lis." Then, nfter n pause, she ndded 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 nre." "I fear not," she answered, but I thought she liked to hear his words. The whole town was astounded next morning when Slavin. went to work In the mines, nnd Its astonishment only deepened as the days went on and ho stuck to his work. Before three weeks bad gone the league had bought nnd remodeled the saloon nnd had secured Slavin ns resident manager. The evening of the reopening of Sla vin's saloon, ns It was still called, was long remembered In Black Hock. It was the occasion of the llrst appear ance of the I.eagno Minstrel nnd Dra matic troupe In what was described ns a "hair lifting tragedy, with appropri ate musical selections." Then there was a grand supper, with speeches nnd great enthusiasm, which reached Its climax when Nixon rose to propose the toast of the evening, "Our saloon." His speech was simply a quiet, manly ac count of bis long struggle with the dendly enemy. When he camo to speak of bis recent defeat, he said: "And, while I um blnniln' no one but myself, I nm glad tonight this sa loon is on our Bide, for my own sake nnd for the sake, of Uiobo who havo been waltin' long to soo mo. Hut be fore I sit down I want to sny th:t while I live I shall not forget that I owe my life to tho man that took me that nlejit to his gwn shack aud put saloon "It's a cozy place, an there's nit J phur a boot. Besides a' that." htJ on euiiiusiasiicaiiy, "u il Le a ten BiH 111. 1 11' JUISl ucvu COOIUI11," "You Iwt!" ejaculated a voice, great emphasis. "I've juist been coontln'," m ticoroie, ignoring tne remark and laugh which followed, "an' it's antr like money ye pit ower wl' the wl Ye see ye canna dae wl' nnn tit Ye niauii bae twa or three at the J least, for it's no verra forrit yegnJ one glass. But wl' yon co.TeeTe'J L'nce worth an' ye tvnm J inair." get a eaxpence There was another shout of In.jjJ which puzzieu ueoruie much. "I dlnnii see the Jowl:, lift I've d pit ower lu whusky uinir nor a Id dollars." Then be paused, lookiug hard m him and twisting his faco Intoei:- dlnnry shapes till the men looked 111 in In wonder. "I'm rale glad o' this saloon. M ower late for the lad that canal helplt the noo. lie 11 not be w help o" oors, I doot, but there an! ers." And be stopped abruptly auli down, with no applause following. But when Slavin, our saloon lJ rose to reply the men jumped the seats and yelled till they cnullJ jo more. Slavin stood, evident!! trouble with himself, and finally tat out: "It's speechless lam entirely, come to nie I know not nor hot come, but I'll do my best for yon" And then the yelling broke out I did not yell myself. I was too watching the varying lights In Jbv' ror's eyes as Bhe looked from Ci the yelling men on the benches ai bles and then to Slavin, aud I ti myself wondering If she knew was that cuuie to Slavin. To UK CON'TIXI ED NEXT VtT.KS. Soft Harness You can mk your hr u soft u glove nd m tough h wire by uilng EUREKA liar. Oil. You can lengthen lu llfe-njlte It lut twir as Ion aa It ordinarily would. EUREKA Harness Oil make a poor looking har ries Ilka new. ktada of Dura, heavy bottled oil. n- peclally prepared lo wlto lauU lha weaiuer. v Bold everywhere In cam all alxea. 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