CATCHING : THE TROLLEY, j * i 2 By TAYLOR WHITE. • •* * • • * Cop) right, lOUt. by ltumer Spratpne. * Coibrook glanced at his watch and started to run. The ('heater trolley utarted from the public square on the half hours, lie bail just time to make the 11:30. t'oul I he do that there would be just ticn* to speak to Enid and get back in time to take the west era express that would connect in ('lii cago with the Overland. That would get him in San Francisco just in time to catch the Empress of China. He wanted to tell Enid that his chance had come at last and ask if she would wait. An unexpected turn of affairs had put him in a position to speak of marriage, a thing he had not dared to even think of for at least a year yet. He slipped down the foggy street with the easy stride of a cross country runner and smiled as he heard behind the soft patter of other hurried foot- ; steps. The man behind would never reach the car first if that was what he was running for. Then suddenly the steps ceased, and a moment later a mob came tearing around the corner, raising the hue and cry. Coibrook kept on. Ho felt no in terest in a thief with Enid in Chester and the car about to start. Then sud denly a blue coated form started up before him, anil he almost ran into the policeman's arms. An Instant later he had been scientifically collared and the mob had come panting up. The last to arrive was a fat police man, still violently pulling from his exertions. He took a fresli grip on Colbrook's collar and, with a flourish of his club, entreated him to come quietly. For the first time Coibrook realized that ho was under arrest. "Look here," he said, "you are mak ing a mistake. I'm not the man you're after." "I know it," agreed the officer pleas antly. "I was after a man in green i>ants and n red coat, but I guess you'll "I'M SO SOBUi!" SHE OASI'LD. do." He took a fresh grip on his club as though anticipating trouble and looked at his brother officer. "But see here," insisted Coibrook. "I was running to catch the Chester trol ley. I had to make tlie 11:80, and I was sprinting. I heard some one run ning HMilnd me, and suddenly he must have dodged into a doorway. That was probably your man." "Quite likely," was the cheerful re spouse, "but nil the same you can tell that to the s> r.ennt." "But I have to get to ('hoster and back in time to catch the we : i"rn ex- j press," he pleaded. "1 am leaving on that for China." "Through train?" laughed the officer j appreciatively. He evidently regarded j Coibrook as a humorist. "I am Jennings Coibrook," he said ' patiently. "I am with the Fontellen company. Y'ou can call them on the \ pbone. Perhaps I'll have time togo out on tlie train if you will drop this nonsense." "You drop yours," was the sharp ! command. "I know you fellows. Ixmk out that he doesn't throw nothln' away, Rafferty." Kafferty nodded his under standing, and the trio beaded a proces sion for the police station. The desk sergeant was a newly pro moted roundsman impressed with a sense of his dignity. Something in Colbrook's manner offended him, and be refused to listen to his plea that the Fontellen company be notified. "What's tlie use of botherin'?" he de manded. "Sure I recognize you as Bos ton Mike. What have they to do wltli the likes of you? Tell that to the judge when you're arraigned ." At a motion of his head Coibrook was led back to tlie cells, and.this being his first arrest, he did not know that be could bribe the officers to get word to his employers. His threats to have the whole matter shown up only added to the dogged ness of tlie sergeant, and in answer to his third threat he was told that the .sergeant would be back In the cells with a night stick presently if things did not quiet down. After that he could only sit in silent despair and wonder what tlie outcome could be. If he did not catch the next steamer, the agents of the English company would lie on the ground first. It was through his old time friendship lor Gareon that he had gained the early tip that led to his being pro moted to be foreign salesman at mora than double his old salary. Now this mistake would cost him not only liis promotion, but probably even his position, and he could only sit helpless in his narrow cell and rail at fate. Then the grated half of the cell door was darkened by a form, and he •prang to his feet. "I'm the bull in this precinct." an nounced the newcomer. "Don't throw that bluff," he added as Colbrook's •yes went up In Inquiry. "Yon know what a bull is." "1 was always under tne Impression that they possessed four feet and horns,'' he said. "That's a good bluff, but It don't go," said the visitor. "I guess you know what plain clothes men are by any title." "The precinct detective? I see," said Coibrook. "The fairy whnt had her leather 1 ■wiped wants to know what you did with it." "I'm sure I don't kuow what became j of the lady's purse," he said pleasant ly. This slang was more understand- j able. "Stow that," admonished the detec- ! tive. "I think she'll let you off, and j it's a ten spot to me if you tell." "Bu( I tell you there is a mistake," j he insisted. "Your men picked up the j wrong man." With a snort of disgust, the ward man turned uway. Here was a chance to make $lO gone through the thief's i stubbornness. He was back in a mln- ' ute, though, and Coibrook caught the echo of a lighter step on the stone flagging. "The dame wants to give you the | third degree herself," be said. "Don't j you give her none of your lip or I'll j come in there." "I am at the lady's service," said Col- j brook hopefully. He understood from j the previous conversation that she j could free hltn by refusing to make a j complaint. It should not lie very difli cult to convince her that he was not ; the thief. He started as she spoke, but soma Impulse restrained the exclamation j that sprang to his lips. "What was In the purse that was so valuable?" he demanded, making his j voice harsh and unnatural. "I cannot explain," she said, with embarrassment "some keepsake of which I am very fond. The purse was a keepsake. 1 am most anxious about that." Colbrook's heart gave a leap. It was the purse he had given her that she sought, and it was Enid Sangstonwho was pleading with him to restore her property. "I'll get you another purse just as good." he said, "if you will get me out of this, Enid." With a scream she started back from the bars as Coibrook moved Into tlie light. "You?" she gasned. "I was running to catch a car," lia explained. "It was misty, and the thief slipped Into a doorway, and the mob thought that since I was running it must be I who was tlie culprit. Then the officer collared me and brought me hpre." "I'm so sorry!" she gasped. "I'm not," he disagreed. "I see the hand of fate. Y'ou see, I was running to catch a car to Chester to see you. Y'ou were in town, and I should have missed you." "But why such haste?" she asked. "I am leaving this afternoon for China,"he explained. "My chance has come at last, and I wanted to ask you to wait for me, dear. Will you?" "I think," she said, "that we must bow to fate. 1 ran into town unex pectedly. and — Suppose you had caught the car and gone out there. I should not have had a chance to say goodby." "Now we can say It over the lunch table, and there's still time for a trip to the jewelry store, too. if you will explain to the officer that I was not the thief." That formality was quickly accom plished, and presently they were pass ing tlie desk. Coibrook leaned over and shook the sergeant's hand "Goodby, sergeant," lie said heartily. "I aui very much obliged." "I wonder what lie meant," mused that official as he regarded the hill that had been left in his palm. "Sure. I thought he'd make trouble with the chief." As to Liberty. Liberty was first introduced into this country with a shipload of tea. Since then it has been seen occasionally in odd i "laces. Liberty has no permanent place of residence, but boards out. At present it is staying with friends just outside of Washington. Liberty is a great traveler. It has visited in time New York, Boston, Philadelphia and all the other large centers. Having been introduced to the municipal government, met the leading politicians and visited the prin cipal places of amusement, it has then left town. Liberty is the one thing that every body believes in, but no one has ever seen. Traces of it are occasionally found In public documents, but rudely and unintelligently speaking It Is ca viare to the general. It Is popularly supposed tb;it some day Liberty will be In full charge of everything. When this day will lie no one but Liberty knows. In the meantime give us liberty or give us life In a republic.- I'uck Careful. "Mr. Pumpus Is very careful of his dignity." commented the observing girl "Yes." answered Miss Cayenne. "He naturally hr,s so little that he has to be careful of It."—Washington Star. Cockfighting In England. Cockllghting is still enthusiastically carried on In many parts of Kngland. But no educational expert would now pronounce it a very becoming snort for gentlemen, as Asehani did when ho wrote his "Seholemaster" In the six teenth century. Colet was centuries ahead of his time when he discouraged cockfighting in his statutes for St. Paul's school. The typical statutes of a north country school of that period direct that the master "shall have, use and take the profits of all such cock fights and potations as are commonly used In schools." In Scotland particu larly one morning a year was given to cockfighting. and the dominie's perqui sites. all the cocks killed and a shilling from each boy. sometimes amounted to a quarter of his total fees. This lasted at least until 1828, though Manchester Grammar school dropped the practice a little earlier.—London Chronicle. Her Reasoning. Wife (at the costumer's}— Which shall I have—this coat at 40 marks or that cue at 70? Husband—l have only 40 marks with me. Wife—Oh, well, then, we'll buy the seventy mark coat on credit, and then you can buy me a hat with the 40 marks.—Lustige Blat ter. I CRUSOE I : THE SECOND.: : : ■* By Constance * * D'Arcy Mackay. J • • * Copyright, 1907, by E. C. Parcclla. J As Peyton's sailboat, the Gull's Wing, ducked her way between myr iads of anchored craft, mostly steam | launches, Viola Ainsley looked at tin; receding shore with a sigh of relief. The sail tilled with a brisk breeze and iprey dashed against the bow as they tacked for tlie open bay. The air was keen and fresh and full of relish. The sun shone strong and warm. "Splendid, isn't it?" cried Miss Ains- j ley. Peyton smiled. I thought you liked that sort of thing better?" he said, with a backward glance at the summer col ony of Cllfferest, rows of cottages and a big hotel that stood a little back from the water front. "Don't 1 look as if I was enjoying myself?" she parried. "For a person not addicted to the simple life. I must confess you do." TIME WENT SWIFTLY IN I'KKP.VKINO IT said Peyton, regarding her as she perched on the seat before him in her trim white yachting suit. "What a salty tang!" she sniffed. "It's strange, but one never seems to get the full flavor of it near the shore." "One has to get out, away out, to get the full flavor of most things, I fancy," Peyton answered, his brown hand on the tiller, his keen eyes looking straight ahead. "Why did you come here at all. then?" Viola questioned. " You must have known what a summer hotel would be like!" "One lias one's duty lo one's family, you know, and my mother and sister are here. And then there's another reason for uiy coming. I followed a girl." "A girl!" "Yes, a girl 1 saw on (lie train. She had the seat across tlie aisle from me, and then; were a lot of people with her, a very gay, noisy, fashionable crowd. The girl was laughing with the rest of them, and I thought she was their kind till I saw her eyes. And then I knew, for they were neither hard nor shallow nor full of surface lights. They were very deep and beautiful. If she were moved by love I think they could be exquisitely tender." "But who is she?" cried .Miss Ains ley in utter innocence and then flushed suddenly as Peyton's look auswered her. "Oh!" she said breathlessly and turn ed away her head. "Of course 1 know it was extremely foolish of me," Peyton Fertiald went on, "because rumor has already eugag ed her to Millionaire McNugget." Miss Ainsley bit her lip. "Humor," she said, "is often very impertinent." "Then it isn't true?" | "It is not true—yet," said .Miss Ains ley and dabbled her hand over the edge of the boat. ; "Ah!" he began. "No." she said quickly; "you've made a great mistake. The girl isn't at all j as you've imagined her. She's very fond of money, She's hard and selflsh and doesn't care for simple things a bit. She'd hate not to have lots ol' houses and clothes and a good time." "You think, then," said Peyton, "that ■because I'm not very well off In this World's goods it would be quite useless if I asked her to marry me?" "Quite useless, I'm afraid," returned Miss Ainsley gently, "though I know what the girl's missing, for there aren't many men in the world who"— She paused as the boat gave an abrupt lurch, nearly sweeping her from her feet. Peyton reached out a strong artn and steadied her. The k»el of the Gull's Wing scraped against something hard and slippery; then, with a slide and splash, the boat righted herself and went on. lint the cockpit was rapidly tilling with water. "A derelict dory, by jingo!" cried Peyton as a dark object drifted past them beneath the surface of the water. "Take the tiller and the main sheet," he directed, "and put tor that little island over there. I'll have to bale like blazes." Viola did as she was bid, crouching on the seat to be out of reach of the water that swished iti the bottom of the boat. The trees of the little island they were approaching stood out sharply against the blue sky. Its sandy beach lay white and shining In the sun. "Do you think we'll make it?" she i asked quietly. "We'll try." he answered, with equal repression. Their eyes met in the un derstanding of a common peril. There was much against them, but wind and tide were with them, and when the Gull's Wing sank it was within a few feet of the island's shore. Peyton stepped out and carried Miss Ainsley to land. Then he pulled in the boat as far as he could and made it ! fast. "Marooned!" cried Miss Ainsley lightly. She did not refer to their pas' i.ui.,ci, nor aiu u*\ SFFS n> mmy iuhw i (ously, "Miss Ainsley, yon're soaking wet!" "So are you! But the ami's strong 11 and hot on this little beach, and we'll 1 soon dry. When do you think they'll i come for us?" t "I'm afraid we won't he missed till t nightfall, and it's only 3 o'clock now. \ Thank heaven my matches aren't ( damp, and we can build a fire!" i "Crusoe the second!" laughed Miss j Ainsley. "Do you think the wreck will j j yield us anything? It should, accord \ ( lng to the best story hooks." , "Nothing but the balling pail and a , ' coffeepot and two tin cups in the : , stern locker." j , "Get them," she besought. "We'll , use them to cook with." I ( ! "Cook what?" Miss Ainsley's eyes danced. "Oh, Crusoe, Crusoe! Haven't you any 1m- i j. agination? Don't you know there's ai \ i ways food on a desert island—sea j < gulls' eggs and things like that? Come | j along and let's explore." | 112 "There! I told you!" she exclaimed ( as their wanderings brought them to . j a little spring. "Isn't that pretty, the | j way it bubbles up between the moss | , 1 and ferns? And I do believe there's i j been a picnic here Look at that bit t of orange peel." t "Ves, mul see this!" cried Peyton, i emerging from a thicket with a brown t paper parcel In Ms hand. , "Something the picnickers forgot!" > , , cried Miss Ainsley ecstatically. "Open ' It, quick!" Peyton caught the tire of her en tliusiasm. "Tea and sugar nrul a loaf of bread," he laughed, i "Bread!" exclaimed Miss Ainsley. ' j "Do you think that it's stale?" She : pulled a bit from the heel of the loaf and nibbled it furtively. "No! It's j fresh. There must have been a picnic ho re tills morning. We'll have a feast, a regular feast." Time went swiftly in preparing it. : Peyton found some blackberries, and Miss Alnslie made plates of leaves. 1 They built a lire of driftwood on the i beach, and over a pile of stones the coffeepot sang pleasantly. It was sunset when they seated themselves luxuriously on the sand and ate what Viola Alnslie called the fruits of their toil. "This tea is the best I ever tasted." Peyton declared. "You didn't know I was such a good cook, did you?" Miss Alnslie inquired as she sat opposite him poking at the tire. "They will lie coming for us soon," , said Peyton, "and then our day will be : over." "Yes," said Miss Alnslie with some thing strangely like a sigh. Behind them the woods of the little Island were deepening into the shad ow; the waves broke softly on the beach; the rosy tlames of the Ore shone 1 brightly out into the gathering dusk. "I.isten," she added. In the distance could be heard the faint, steady puff ing of a steam launch "They've seen the tire," she exclaimed, shielding her eyes with her hand. "There's McXuggot," cried Peyton almost savagely, "and I suppose you're glad." lie was kneeling on the sand ' picking up the tin cups. Miss Ainsley smiled. "Oh. Robinson Crusoe," she said softly, "how very blind you are!" Peyton dropped the cups and stared at her. "You mean" he breathed. "I mean that this afternoon when I thought that perhaps we—we wouldn't reach the shore—it didn't seem as If I the other tilings mattered at all. I \ knew then what really counted most. ] I knew that wealth was nothing and that 1 only wanted you —you—you!" The last words were almost inaudible, and Peyton had to lean very near to catch them. Then the voice of the mil lionaire McNugget reached them j through the megaphone. "Coming!" cried Miss Ainslie in an- j swer. "Hurry up, Crusoe. Why on j earth are you carrying that old coffee- ! 1 pot under your arm?" "It's a trophy." said Peyton, "of a j shipwreck that has made me the hap piest man on earth " Cautious. A few days ago a new male resident i of this city, recently arrived from Ire land, having made a favorable impres sion upon the manager of a wholesale ! house i It Made a Difference. I "Good gracious:" exclaimed the vls . j ltor. "Hear those boys fighting and - ! yelling out there. Regular little liood j lums, aren't they?" ( j "I can't say." replied Mrs. Famley. » j "I'm rather nearsighted, you know." i "But surely you can hear them." I "Oh, yes; but I can't tell whether t j they're my children or the neighbors'." r ' —Exchange. The Rattler Doesn't Bite. Speaking quite strictly, a rattlesnake does not bite, but strikes. The same thing is true of the copperhead and moccasin. Their fangs are hinged, so to speak, and when the snake is at ease and at all times except in the very act of striking they are closed up tight against the roof of the mouth. When the snake strikes it draws its body back into a tense spiral, the head is raised with the jaws widely distend ed, the body is shot forward with ter rific speed, and the curved fangs, now at right angles to the Jaw, are driven deeply into whatever they come in contact with. The jaws are never closed into even the semblance of a bite. Humor In the Far KnNt. Abdur Rahman, the late ameer of Af ghanistan. had a grim sense of humor which was sometimes exercised with out scruple. On one occasion a dur bar he was holding was interrupted by a man who, in a state of the greatest excitement, rushed iu declaring that the Russians were advancing to invade Afghanistan. Turning aside for a mo ment from the business in progress, the late ameer in the most unconcerned tones ordered his shaligassi to conduct the man to the summit of a certain watch tower. "Look you out well for the Russians," commanded Abdur Rah man, "for you do not eat until you see them arrive."—Grand Magazine. Coliw miiKlnenn. The term color blindness implies an entire absence of 'the color sense, and there are a few persons who are in this condition, but it also includes all the forms of partial color blindness in which the perception of one of the fundamental colors - red. green and violet—is wanting, and which are known as red blindness, green blind ness and violet blindness. The line be tween these various kinds of color blindness an.l a perfect perception of colors is not sharply drawn, so that a large number of persons have what Is called a feeble color sense, which falls short of actual color blindness. There is no doubt that color blindness In its various forms is much more common than is generally supposed, and It Is more common among the Imperfectly than the well educated classes. Where Beggars Ride. "If wishes were horses beggars would ride," says the old saw. But in Persia beggars actually do ride, al though they patronize the humble don key instead of his more aristocratic brother. How they manage to obtain these useful animals or even to exist themselves passes European compre hension, but the fact remains that they do both.—Wide World Magazine. Enforcing the Law. "What are they moving the church for?" "Well, stranger, I'm mayor of these diggln's, an' I'm fer law enforcement We've got an ordinance what says no saloon shall be nearer thau ".Oil feet to a church. I gave 'em three days to move the church."—Judge. The Danube Valley. The valley of the Danube is probably the original home of the prune and plum. Not only do they grow wild, but, what is more, nowhere iu Europe do they reach such perfection, and, de spite the competition of France and California, Bosnia and Servia still fur nish the greater part of the world's prune supply. Prunes and figs are the | two chief sources of wealth of these Balkan states, for after the people have sold all the prunes they can for export i they feed the rest to the.pigs or distill them Into prune brandy.—Providence : Journal. ! " " |! The Home Paper l : of Danville. I I j Of course you read ,1 1 HI « I' THE FVEOPLE'S | POPULAR A PER. Everybody Reads it. ; • . I ! PiifcSishe. 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