<3 fSftderella to DaJe. By HELEN MAXFIELD. § Copyright, 1900, by May McKeoa. # o b % "£ suppose you have read in the pa-. pers—if you have time to think about 'anything except yourself—that the Westfield bank is wrecked. They have arrested Mr. Hartley and Mr. Manners, but that does not help the rest of us. In a short time I presume 1 shall be on the county. If you hail married Dan Martin, as I wanted you to do, I should * not be facing this terrible situation, but you always were headstrong, and my whole life has been sacrificed to the effort to raise you as your dear dead mother would have had me. Even now Dan is willing lo forgive your folly and marry you. lie will have the house all done over, and his sister will goto John's to live, and there will be only Dan and you and me." The letter covered five closely writ ten pages, and Annabel read It through , twice with firmly set lips and dry eyes. Then very deliberately she put on her coat, hat and gloves and went out for a long walk In the snowy park, where motor cars filled with fur clad figures flew past and laughing children pelted her with harmless balls of feath ery whiteness. It was a glorious day, and when she came back to her dingy hall room she was smiling, and the hard lines had faded from her face. Then she wrote her answer: My Dear Aunt Molly—l am »o grieved to hear of the bank wreck. I had not read of It In the papers, because we have been enjoying the privilege of some spe ctai Instruction under Profeisor of New York, and I have been working at the academy night and day. Perhaps the bank reoelvers may sare •omethlng, and In the meantime you must not worry. I will have the store deeded to you, and the rent will more than keep your house going and each week I will send you •ome of my earnings I am inclosing a money order for 126 that I happen to have in hand. Have Mr. Gregory ar range th» transfer of the store property. As to Mr Martin, please do not urge that upon me again. I atlll feel that I hav« •<>me right to happiness, and I know it will never come to me through Dan Mar tin. I Not oue word of reproach, no re * minders of a dun colored childhood •ad a dreary girlhood, spent under ' nagging of the most trying sort; no reference to the fact that her own patrimony had gone under with her aunt's small fortune In the bank wreck; no lutlmatlon that she had sent almost her last dollar in the money order and must now drop her t art studies and seek a position In the workaday world. She smiled grimly as •he mailed the letter. Her aunt would accept the sacrifice and wall to Dan Martin over Annabel's lack of nppre elation. Dan Martin! How she hated every Inch of his undersized person, his 1 •mail beady eyes, his perpetual smile, his weak, receding chin! She mailed the letter with n strange feeling of Independence achieved, for now she had paid to her own satisfaction the debt of gratitude Imposed by her aunt, which had hung over her young life like a pall. She was free now to work out her own happiness. But for the next week happiness •eemed to move farther and farther away. In later years she never ught of those days without shud- dering J The holidays were over. Nobody wanted to hire clerks or buy Illuminat *d cards or telephone records or any of the pretty things she painted. The room rent was again due. She might Mil her few casts and painting outfit. She set her lips firmly and climbed the stairs to a fashionable employment agency. The manager was sitting at ♦ the telephone when Annabel entered. She hung up the receiver with an lm patient frown. "What do you want—a position as governess or companion? Nothing like that In view; a hundred applicants for every position. Oh, wait a minute! 4You look bright. Can you do manlcur log and dress hair a bit and mend laces? If you can do it even halfway. I wish yon'd try this place. I've sent the customer a dozen girls, and they always part after a terrible scene. ' The woman's a crank, but you look as If you had tact." The upshot was that Annabel, with '£ s cents In her purse and a notice of rent due under the door of her hall room, went to see Mrs. Cartwright Brown, and that highly strung person age said with dissatisfaction and sus ' plclon In her voice that she would give the girl a trial. The Cartwrlght Browns were newly rich. The father had made an enor mous fortune through his own efforts ♦ and was proud of It. The mother was eo burdened by It that she was on the verge of nervous prostration. Annabel MW It was nerves and not temper and took heart. Later she learned that there were a son and a daughter away at college who were Just a little ashamed of their new riches. Nobody, Annabel least of all, knew how It happened, but she became the virtual head of the Cartwrlght Brown household. Mrs. Brown vowed that she could hire a visiting manicurist and hairdresser, but no one could stand , between her and domestic and social < worries as Annabel could. It was Annabel who reorganized the staff of servants and Installed a com » petent housekeeper. It was Annabel Who had the conservatories brought up to date, Annabel who made out con genial dinner lists, Annabel who con ♦ ferred with Mrs. Brown's modiste and Mr. Brown's tailor, Annabel who ship pad smart, suitable clothing and room furnishings to two colleges. Annabel's position In the household was peculiar She was neither house keeper nor private secretary— just "Miss Annabel." She did not receive with Mrs. Browa on Wednesday after noons, but she did Join the family oc slonslly at the theater or In viewing art exhibitions. And It was after one ' of these rare occasions that she real ised the full extent of her happiness. She had been hunting congenial work, not an art career. She knew now that her small talent for drawing had 1 ' offered her only an excuse for fleeing au unhappy home life, but that she never would have become a great art ist, while she was a competent man ager of the Cartwrlght Brown home She sent her aunt's allowance regular i ly and gave no thought to the future— until the two young people came home from college. The daughter was a mere butterfly, who neither appreciat ed nor resented Annabel's position in the household. The son was a grave tf faced chap who seemed suddenly op pressed by the responsibility of his fa ther B wealth. He had studied theoret ical sociology In college and on practi cal lines among the glided youth of his class. By this time the Cartwrlght Browns were at their country place, and An nabel found that her early morning ride# were subject to Interruption, uat -fc. I ■ ■ unpleasant, out disturbing. Norman Brown Insisted upon unloading upon her capable shoulders, as his mother and father had done before him, the burden of his personal problems. Rut they were no longer burdensome when he found that Annabel shared his Ideals about the use of wealth, and he boldly carried his plans to his father. "N'o more college? You're going Into the works? Say. what will our rich friends think?" "I am more interested in knowing what the men at our works will think. And Miss Annabel says'*— Curt wright Brown waved his hand as if to dismiss the entire subject. "Oh, If Annabel says you are right neither heaven nor earth could move you. I declare that girl has this fam ily hypnotized." "Nothing of the sort, and you know it." replied his son hotly. "She has simply taught us how to make the best of our money." "And cured your mother of nervous prostration. Gracious, when I think of ♦hose old days! Oh, try it If you like." • •*•••• Letter from Miss Molly Sewell to I Annabel Mai Hand: • * • We were inexpressibly shocked. Of course I had watched for your name un der some magazine illustrations or for some work you would send me, and when none came I sent Dan Martin to Den ver to find out what you were doing. You, n Sewell and a Maitland, hiring out as a mere servant! You must come home at once. The Westfield bank will pay 50 cents on the dollar, and we can get along somehow, and if you show some signs of settling down I think Dan will marry you after all. He Isn't like some men. hold ing a grudge. Letter from Annabel to her Aunt Molly: I •• » Th e wedding took place yesterday afternoon. I wanted to have you come, but we were compelled to hasten matters. There Is trouble at the Blackstake smelt ers. and Norman wants to be on the ground at once. He is a prince among men, dear aunt, and you will learn to love him when we come to see you, forgiving the fact that this prince found his Cin derella not behind the kitchen stove, but in his mother's boudoir. I am not asham ed of my work in the past year, for It brought me the greatest happiness that can come to a woman. We were married with the full consent of his parents, and —I cannot write more. My cup of happi ness brims over and blots out mere words. MOLLY. Moral Snobbery. i One of the commonest forms of suob ■ bishness is not social at all, but moral. Many people are moral snobs wo have not a grain of social ambitic i. ' When Napoleon said. "I am above to ' rality," he not only gave expression to I what some great people have secretly j thought about themselves, but to what i thousands of their small admirers have ' openly said of them. They do uot I reflect, perhaps, as they Justify their | heroes, that to declare any one in the 1 world above morality is to say that 1 morality has ceased to exist, has been | found out and exploded, nothing re i malnlng but some utilitarian rules suit j able for the guidance of mediocre i minds. The moral law must be su i preine or nowhere. Yet this, as it i seems to us, self evident proposition is by no means easy to apply. Most of i us feel that for any one to lay too | much stress upon the moral shortcom ings of a great man is a sign of a 1 small mind or at least of a defective | education. We do not habitually speak ! of Kelson in respect of Lady Hamilton, | of Burns in respect of his marriage, ; of Bacon in the matter of his proved corruption, of Coleridge In connection with his opium or of Charles Lamb In his cups as we should speak of Kmlth. Frown and Robinson in like j circumstances. Must we, then, admit ourselves to be moral snobs? The prima facie evidence Is very much against us.—London Spectator. i Why They Wanted to Win. We knew of only one case in which a man has tried to select a wife by a competitive examination. Fifteen la dles entered for the matrimonial prize and sat down to a paper of questions of which the following are samples: Name seven kinds of pie and de scribe how each Is prepared. Do you advocate the use of chewing rings for teething children? Give in lUO words your views on suitable dress when married. The climax came when the man who set the paper proposed to the winner. She refused him point blank, and so did the other fourteen.—London Tit- Bits. Bpoil His Fun. A street car conductor sees a great many amusing things in the course of a day, but the unreasonable passengers keep him so mad that he cannot half enjoy them.—Somerville Journal. "Homo" In Our Language. In no other language, according to the London Telegraph. Is there a word expressing the Ideas and associations which are aroused at the sound of the simple yet heart touching word "home." A Frenchman once translated Cardinal Newman's hymn, "Lead, Kindly Light," and In ills hands the beautiful line "The night is dark, and I am far from home," became "La nult est sombre, et Je suls loin de moil foyer," the trans lator having been obliged to use for home the French word which describes the green room of a theater. The Ital ian and Spanish "casa," the German "haus"—their "heim" Is too general to have any particular value—and the Russian "doina" all refer to a building of some kind or other and have none of the memories and associations that cluster round the precious English word. Horses on Snow Shoes. Horses wear snowshoes in Dakota In winter. Thus equipped, they trot lightly over drifts wherein they would otherwise sink out of sight. In some parts of Dakota tlie snow lies all win ter long eight or ten feet deep, but a crust forms on it.and with snowshoes men skim over it easily. So do snow shod horses. The equine snowshoes are made of boards twenty Inches long and fourteen Inches wide. An indentation to fit the foot is branded on each board with a hot horseshoe, and the con trivance is fastened onto the hoof with an iron clamp and a bolt. After a day or two of practice a Dakota horse becomes an expert snowshoer. iron hie In file Studio. The wailing infant had upset the photographer's chair, kicked H hole In the paper rocks and made faces at the little bird which Is supposed to bring a smile to all youngsters when they are having their pictures taken. "Isn't he too etite for anything?" chirped the proud mother. "And just to think I call him Tootsie." "Tootsle," grunted the impatient pho- j tographer. "H'm! I'd call him Cod Liver Oil." "Why so. sir? - ' "Because he is so hard to take."— Chicago News. A lady's hat was discovered in the stomach of a large "monk"' or "devil" fish which was opened on Scarborough fish pier recently. The hat was prac tically whole. Inside the large mouth of the fish was a sole. No doubt the hat had been blown from the head of some lady on a ship.—Londou News. \ Tke Foudlij | Lady In Waiting, j > By EDITH J HULBERT. > A Copyright, 1806, b) P. C. Kiistment. A A herald from his imperial majesty the czar of Russia!" There was a flare of trumpets, an eager swaying of the lines of court iers, a soft ripple of laughter and then silence. Before me stretched an interminable path of red velvet. Hanked on either side by rows of smirking, bowing crea tures clad in rainbow lined satins, vel vets and glittering with jewels. At the farther end, on a throne of ivory and gold, sat a regal, white robed woman, crowned and girdled with diamonds. Behind her stood two dusky giants majestically waving fans of peacock feathers. At her feet knelt two tiny puges attired in blue and silver. She was the queen of Bodalva and one of the most beautiful women In the world. I was a nobody. It was my province to deliver into her royal hand the scroll intrusted to my keeping by my gracious master. For weeks I had been looking forward to this audience with feverish eagerness. But now, at the crucial moment, when grace of bearing aud fluency of speech would perhaps serve to win me a smile from those perfect lips, I stood gaping like a clown In the midst of her lackeys. My feet refused to move, my knees trembled, the scroll In my hand shook, my tongue 'ove to the roof of my mouth. Then ! as a muffled giggle on my right. Thv a clear, exquisitely modulated voice smote the air like the notes of a golden harp. "Methinks," said the queen, flashing laughter from her violet eyes, "that the messenger of our fair cousin, the czar, Is unduly overawed by our presence. Be not afraid to approach, Sir Herald. We are quite harmless." Again came that subdued giggle, all the more maddening that it had about it a baffling familiarity, but at a frowr from the queen It was quickly sup pressed. Summoning all my will power, I plunged desperately forward and In a moment was kneeling at the foot of the throne between the two pages. "The humble as well as the great, your majesty." I faltered, "are over come by the spell of beauty." She smiled and. Indicating by a ges ture that I was to rise, took the scroll and, unrolling it, hastily scanned Its contents. A change, swift and terrible, came ov?r her countenance. Her eyes flash es.. Her cheeks paled. Her lips straightened to a scarlet line. Tearing the parchment thrice across, she cast It at my feet and hissed in a low tone of concentrated fury: "That, varlet. Is my answer to your master! See that you deliver it to him with all possible haste! Out of my sight! Begone!" Then agnln her wonderful voice rang out In all iti*-clearness. "Men of Bodalva," she said, "never while Sylvia lives shall you bend your ueck beneath the yoke of the Russian tyrant!" "Long live Queen Sylvia!" shouted the courtiers. And from somewhere in the distance came the sounds of tu multuous applause—claiming, stamping and cries of "Brava! Brava!" Mechanically I backed down the red velvet path, unheeding the hisses and black looks which beset me on either side, and presently found myself In a small anteroom, the walls of which were hung with doublets, hose, cloaks, plumed hats and various articles of armor. Almost immediately I was con fronted by a tall, thin, flashily dressed man, who eyed me with an expression of extreme disfavor. "See here," he said. "We don't want supers In this company to forget their cues and occupy the center of the stage for ten minutes, and we don't want any lines thrown in either. The man who wrote lhat play can attend to that." "But," I stammered, "the queen- Miss Elsworth—said something to me that wasn't in"— "What's tliat to you?" he interrupted sarcastically. "You're not a star Just yet, are you? Who are you, anyway? One of them young chap's from the col lege, ain't you?" I nodded. "First time on?" Again I nodded. He shrugged his shoulders. "Well, I won't report you if you look sharp for the rest of the performance, i Luckily for you the boss is away to night. What are you doing it for, any way? Stage struck or Elsworth struck?" I did not deign to answer, and, with a derisive guffaw, he went out, slam ming the door behind him. I had been alone scarcely a minute when that Irritating giggle again fell upon my ears. "Who's there?" I cried, flinging open the door and peering into the dimly lighted corridor. "Sh! Go back!" whispered a feminine voice. And as 1 obeyed its command the doorway framed a petite golden haired damsel, resplendent In pink sat in and a court train. I seized her hands and drew her to the center of the room under the elec tric light. "Elfrida!" I gasped. "What are you doing here?" She dropped me a stately courtesy. "The Countess Olga, fourth lady in waiting to her majesty Queen Sylvia,' at your service," she said, with dignity. Then she giggled and blushed. "It was you, then, who kept laughing all the time I was on the stage," I said reproachfully. Elfrida looked penitent. "It was mean of me.'- she admitted I "But you did look so fuuny!" She gig gled again nt the recollection. I made no reply in words, but I let her see that I forgave her. "Where did you come from? How did you get here? Why haven't you written to me in all these weeks?" I asked as soon as I felt sure she thor oughly understood my mental attitude regarding her. "Mine. Brenner's, New Haven. Skip ped with the show Saturday night. Couldn't write. Watched every min ute," she answered with unwomanly lucidity and brevity. Elfrida always was different from other girls. This was why I made such a fool of myself over her last summer after my Junior year that the governor was afraid I never would stand for the senior grind at Harvard. If he had remembered that I was on the crew, he wouldn't have been so j scared. "I could not love thee, dear, so much loved I not honor more," I bad quoted solemnly to Elfrida the night we said good by. That was why she was packed off to that beast of a Brenner when she should have been queening it in Al bany society. She was so original that when there was no immediate danger of her eloping with me her father wa» airam tout sne imgnc TaKe up slum ming or typing or Insist on going to the Philippines to nurse the soldiers. Brenner hail doubtless been apprised of these contingencies, hut apparently the possibility of Elfrida succumbing to the ordinary schoolgirl variety of stage fever had occurred to no one. Consequently ■with her power of re source it was mere child's play for her to "break Jail," as she expressed it, during the relaxed vigilance of the Sat urday evening recreation hour and subsequently to coax her way to the manager's presence. As far as he was concerned, to see was to engage. IMd I mention that Elfrida was a ripping, tearing beauty? Well, such Is the case, and she confided to me that she was paying for her own costumes. "You must go hack at once," I said sternly as soon as we had compared notes on the numerous exciting events which had occurred since our parting. "And give up earning my own liv iug." demanded Elfrida indignantly, "just when I have proved how easily I can do it?" "You've only been at it two days," I remarked, "and as it is the 4tli of the month I suppose you still have most of your allowance." Instantly I saw my mistake. Elfrida turned her hack on me, and for fully two minutes every one of my usual methods of effecting a reconciliation failed utterly. At length a brilliant idea came to me. "If you will leave the company to night, I will," I said in the tone of one making the sacrifice of a lifetime. Elfrida displayed signs of interest. She didn't of course know that my en gagement, like that of a dozen other fellows who were members of the queen's guard, was only for the cur rent week. "You are willing, then, to forego the pursuit of the queen?" inquired El frida. quoting from the play with mock Intensity. I detected, however, an un dercurrent of real anxiety in her voice and hastened to reassure her. "Anything that I gave up for your sake would be the next moment for gotten," I replied dramatically. She allowed me to kiss her. "I will do it," she said after a mo ment's deliberation. "But we will both have to forfeit our salaries." I glanced at the clock. It was quar ter after 9, and I knew by the noise outside that the first act was just over. Seizing the fourth lady In waiting un ceremoniously by the arm, I hurried her down tlie corridor to the ladies' dressing room. "Borrow a long dark coat if you haven't got one," I whispered, "and pin that flummery under it. I will have a cab here in five minutes, and you can get the 9:40 for New Haven." She obeyed my directions, and twen ty minutes later I stood alone on the station platform disconsolately watch ing the rapidly disappearing train that was bearing her Brennerwards. I got back in time for the third act all right, but I didn't succeed In meet ing Miss Elsworth after the perform ance, nor any other time, for that mat ter, for I kept my promise and quit that night. In this case, however, virtue met with a substantial reward, for when the episode came to the ears of my fa ther and of Elfrlda's they were so Im pressed by my masterly handling of the situation that they permitted our engagement to be announced. French School Meals. In some of the rural districts of France every boy or girl takes to school In the morning a handful of veg etables and puts them In a large pan of water. They are then washed by one of the other pupils, who take turns at performing this duty. Later the vegetables are placed In a kettle with water and a piece of pork and are cooked while the lessons are going on. At 11:30 each scholar has a bowl of hot soup. To cover the cost of fuel and meat the richer pupils pay a small sum each month. Both Beating It. "Mr. Gags! Mr. Gags!" exclaimed the musical director, stopping the or chestra In the middle of the low come dian's song. "You're miles ahead of the time." "Eh, what?" jerked out the merchant of comedy. "Well, you're beating it too!" Ally Sloper. Wonderful I Two years ago Zip swallowed a grain of wheat. Last Thursday night at the log rolling he had a fit of coughing and coughed up a fifty pound sack of flour and about 106 pounds of bran. Truth Is mighty and will prevail.—Gold Beach (Ore.) Gazette. Melinda Had to Go. One of the old governors of the Car olinas was a man who had lived a farmer's life most of the time until he was elected, and his wife, having nev er seen a steamboat or a railroad and having no wish to test either one, re fused to accompany her husband to the capital. When the governor reach ed his destination, he found that al most all the other officials were ac companied by their wives, and he sent an Imperative message to his brother to "fetch Melinda along." The brother telegraphed, "She's afraid even to look at the engine." The governor read the message and pondered over It for a few moments. At the end of that time he sent off the following command: "Bill, you blindfold Melinda and back her onto the train." Warned. Some years ago Miss Mabel Love was playing the title role in "Little Red Itlding Hood" at Dublin. She was entering the room to visit her grand mother in bed when an excited and anxious little voice shouted from the : gallery: "Stop, stop! It Isn't your I grandmother. It's a wolf." The house burst Into a storm of ap- | plause and laughter at the child's In- ! nocent alarm for the safety of the lit tle maiden in the red hood. Smoke Bad Tempers Away. "Bad weather aud bad tempers do our business good," said a tobacconist. "What other business can you say I that of? You see, the more dismal the weather is the more men seek the sol- j ace of tobacco. In consequence the more money falls iuto the tobacconist's till. Had tempered men are always the cigar dealer's best customers. The j ill natured man not only flies to his j pipe or weed oftener than others, but he smokes twice as rapidly as his placid, mild tempered brother."—New York Press. Fishing Line Worth $2,000. "A fishing line worth $2,000?" "Yes. sir." "I don't believe it." "It's the truih. It's a codfish line. It's one of those lines to which you owe your Sunday morning codfish balls and your less appetizing but equally helpful cod liver oil. These codfish lines, you see. are frequently eight miles long. They have 4,080 hooks. They'll often laud 2,500 cod. No won der they cost $2,000. eh?"--Cinclnuatl Enquirer. , £ « love versus Law. | By C. B. LEWIS. Copyright, •>> K. Parcels. They came fare to face as they turn ed a bend in the rough and narrow flrail leading up the Cumberland moun tains to l.aurel Cove, and both stopped and stared for half a minute before the young man raised his hat and ex cused his absentmindedness. The young woman blushed, stammered a reply and passed on.and in a minute the trees and bushes hid them from each other. The one everybody for five miles around knew as Abe Goodman's daugh ter Tilda. The other had just ap peared in the neighborhood, claiming to be a botanist and a naturalist, and had secured a temporary home at the cabin of Saul Markham. For the last two years Tilda had been down to Nashville, "beiu' eddicated." as her father and mother put it, and was now teaching the dozen children of the mountaineers in the log schoolhouse which the young man had passed forty rods before meeting her. Tilda had come from mountaineer stock. Her father was rough, uncouth and ignorant. Her mother was un educated and plain. The girl had lived in poverty, surrounded by pov erty, and yet she was like none of the rest. Nature had given her a good figure and a handsome face, and the time spent in the city had made, what the natives called, a lady of her. The astonishment of the young man, who had given his name as Arthur Griggs, was but natural. The stranger who goes among the people of the southern mountains is from the outset a suspected man, and the first suspicion which rests on him is that he must be a revenue spy. ltevenue men have raided and de stroyed scores of stills in the coves and ravines and sent scores and scores of moonshiners to the penitentiary, but other stills are brought in, and other men take the places of those who have fallen under the ban of the law. It was so thirty years ago; It Is so today; It will be so thirty years hence. The mountaineer argues that he is a law unto himself. He argues that he has a right to live. He argues that where he IIUB no market for his corn as corn he has a right to turn It into whisky to make a market. The government does not argue with him. It sends men into the mountains to break up his business and Imprison him. The moonshiner works -in secret. So does the government. lie depends upon the honor of his neighbors not to give him away. The revenue men coax, threaten, bribe and work In every un derhand way to get an advantage. The enmity is more bitter thau In the personal feuds. When the mountaineer goes down to the towns, he Is trailed about, cross questioned, made drunk, If possible, and his wife or his children are offered money to betray him. When the revenue men send a spy up the mountains to nose out and re port on stlils, he takes his life in his hands. He may go as a buyer of tim ber or coal or iron lands, as a traveler, peddler or artist, as a fur buyer, preacher or newspaper man, but the shadow of death walks by his side un til he has proved himself all right. In that case he Is heard of again down in the lowlands. In the other case he Is reported as missing. A botanist and a naturalist from Harvard what Griggs claimed to be, an<. was taken into the cabin of the UK taineer without question. There was *.o undue curiosity about him. He was free to come and free to go. As the neighbors were introduced to him they seemed to accept him as Saul Markham had done. He walked about In contentment and slept ID peace. He did not know that he never moved a hundred feet from the cabin door without being under surveillance; that every action was watched; that men whom he had never seen looked In on him when he slept; that other men gathered together in the laurel thick ets and reported on him and discussed him. Young Griggs shot squirrels and hares and gathered flowers and plants and sought to make friends with all Among those plain and hospitable peo pie It was an easy matter for him to bring about an acquaintanceship with Tilda. Two days after meeting her on the trail they knew each other. The girl was pleased when she saw ad miration in the young man's eyes. She was pleased when he dared to flatter and to compliment. She knew little of the world and Its hollowness. If the mountaineer said this or that, he meant It. She had to Judge others by this standard. it was ouLv after the newcomer and | XILLTk. COUCH | AND CURE jihe LUNCS| w ™ Or, King's Ne& Discovery /CONSUMPTION Price FOR I OUGHSand 50c & SI.OO V#OLDS Free Trial. Surest and Quickest Cure for all THROAT and LUNG TROUB LES, or MONEY BACK. MM IVI A Flella bla TLN SHOP Tor all kind of Tin Rooflngi Spoutlne and General Job Work. Stoves, Heaters, Ranges, Furnaces. eto. i'RIIMTBE LOWEST! QUALITY THE BEST! o > JOHN IIIXSON M - U« E. FRONT ST. Tilda were being talked about as lovers : that the watch on tiriggs was relaxed, lie had set no time for departing, but I after a mouth it was seen that his work was finished and that he was staying on account of the girl. Abe Goodman asked no questions of the young man, and the mother asked none of her daughter. Suspicious and dis- j trustful as the mountaineers were, they had been fooled. The newcomer was a revenue spy, working with the j promise of a great reward. He had re-j hearsed hi- part for months before j playing it. He hail counted on every- j thing but meeting Tilda. There had j been admiration from the first, and ; love had soon followed. Within two ■ weeks there had sprung up In his ; breast a conflict 'twixt love and duty. I and it was for this reason he lingered. ; lie was not what he claimed to be, and yet he was the girl's superior in nil ways. It was her ingenuousness and innocence that appealed to him. He had come to betray, and yet he could not do it. He loved, and yet he hesi tated togo further. More education and refinement, more contact with the world, and she would be a woman to be proud of, and yet there was her an cestry the impossible in the environ ments that had surrounded her for so xnany years and must have their due 112 fleets. When a man trusts a woman, he has limits. When a woman trusts a man, she has none. She is ready to give iter whole life to him. Arthur Griggs knew that he had won the maiden's love, and it was for him to make a choice. Should he return and betray the stills hidden away in Laurel Cove and then disappear a nil be seen no more, or should he report that none ex isted and take away a mountain bride and the good will of the lowly people? Love carried the day. It was to the credit of human sentiment that it was so. But before this determination was reached the young man walked alone on the mountains. No one followed him this day. It was Sunday, and the mountaineers were smoking their pipes as they rested. Their suspicions had been lulled. They had kept their eyes open and whispered among themselves —whispered and smiled. On tills day, as he walked under the giant chest nuts and made his way through the laurels, young Griggs came upon a man. The revenue force had grown Impatient with his dilatory tactics and had sent an emissary to see and ques- tion him. The two talked for half an hour as they leaned against the trunk of a groat tree at the edge of a thicket. When they separated the revenue man knew that nothing further could be ex pected from the spy. He had shut his eyes to all but the song of love. It had been useless to talk to him of duty. He had come as a spy, but had sold the government out. After the talk Origgs walked away a few rods and sat down on a rock from which he could nee far down the side of the grim old mountain. He could count the cabins of the mountaineers scattered about, and he could look down into Beaver Cove and Halfway Cove and Halpin's Hamlet. It was a day of peafe. with the smoke ascend ing as straight as an arrow and the birds singing and the squirrels chatter ing about hlni. He felt good. There was a burden off his mind and Joy in his heart now that he had made his de cision. In the evening he would see Tilda and tell her that he loved her. In the evening he would see her father and ask her hand In marriage. He was smiling as Ills eyes roved over the landscape beneath him when a step caused him to turn his head. "Tilda, you here!" he cried as he sprang to his feet with the light of love In his eyes and his arms out stretched. She drew herself up and waved him away. "But, Tilda, what Is it?" She was pale, and hard lines had come Into her face. The girl look was searched for in vain. There was suf fering in her eyes, but determination In the compressed lips. "I was in the thicket when you talk ed with that man—dad and I," she said at last. "Dad has gone for his rifle to shoot you like a dog. I am here to tell you to go." ■ -■» j' . .m»oVta£, jfc. __ Hi p ;j of Danville. Of course you read .11 111 K1 ,j - ...... - Jjje ii . if I THE FVEOPLEIS \ | KOPULAR I APER. | ' I Everybody F ds !t. ! ! : i Publisher frvery Mor*- - Rxcept | Sunday i No. ii E. i'Arl.. ng St, . < i 11 I Subscription <> . s r \V\s;?{. I- - - J OUT if you beard us talking jou know that I would not agree to what the man wanted." "You came her as a spy. If you hadn't fallen in love with me you would have Itetrayed my own father, in love with rue! I in love with n revenue spy! Go!" "But listen, Tilda. If I came here under false pretenses I" "Wo are poor und bumble," she in terrupted as she drew her skirts away from him. "We are plain and unedu cated We have nothing before us— nothing but this to look forward to. You are learned, and you may be rich. You have the whole world before j'ou, and you know how to be happy, but the meanest, lowest one among our men is a king beside you! Go!" lie paused for ten seconds In hopes to see her faee soften, but It was like stone. She motioned again, and he went. In five minutes he was out of sight down the side of the mountain, and rough old Abe Goodman was standing over bis weeping daughter and saying to lief In sympathetic tones: "Thar, thar. little one, don't cry. The Lawd made women to b'ar crosses and to stand trubble, and if you'll Jest look up to him he'll bring you Into smooth waters and send along a feller of a husband vcutli forty bosses and kerridges." A Little Indefinite. A prominent Mew York lawyer says that in his earllw professional days he was glad to expand his slender Income by bill collecting- On one occasion be had a hill against n maa who Inci dentally has since achieved a success which puts him beyond the necessity of such an indefinite statement as he made on that occasion. The young lawyer found him with his feet prop ped upon his deak, white he gazed dreamily at the aelllns: through a cloud of tobacco smoke. : P»ut, really, sir, I must Insist that ycu give me some definite Idea aa to when you will settle," the lawyer said after having been gently rebuffed. The author consented to lower his eyes and to w«v» his pipe languidly. "Why. certainly, sir. though there seems to me to be a rather unneces sary commotion about thla trifle," he drawled. "T will pay the bill as aoon as I think of it after receiving the money which a publisher will pay me In case he accepts the novel which 1 will write and send him Just as soon as I feel in an onerpretlc mood aftsr a really good Idea for a plot has occur red to me."—Harper's Weekly. The Spleen. The spleen? Up to 1900 no physician dared to stand up lu a clinic and tell what it was made for. For ages It was supposed to be the organ of Irasci bility. "Oh. his spleen is up!" meant that the old man was hot In the collar. Curious thing, that spleen. There Is a herb called "spleenwort," which was supposed to remove such splenetic dis orders as HI humor, melancholy and Ir ritability. 1 saw a spleen the other day for the first time and was astound ed. It was a soft, highly vascular, plum colored thing with a smooth sur face. It was nearly six Inches In length and weighed seven ounces. Now here Is the funny feature of the spleen: After a hearty meal It Is very much smaller than at other times, which may help to explain why a man Is good natured after dinner. In diseased conditions the spleen may reach a weight of eighteen or twenty pounds.— New York Press. A Half Length Picture. A countryman bargained with a Cali fornia photographer for a half length picture of himself at half price, and when the artist delivered a fine view of the subject from the waistband down the victimized sitter indulged In remarks more forcible than polite.— Philadelphia inquirer. All Wrong- New Curate —Your husband Is a con firmed invalid, Is he not? Mrs. Bill yus—Confirmed, sir? No, sir; he ain't Church of England. New Curate—l mean, Is he a permanent Invalid? Mm. Billy us—Permanent? Lor', no! Doctor Bays he can't last a month. mi miL We nt lo io all Ms of Pratii I Ann N iIUD 11 li s 111. 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