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THAT GIRL of JOHNSON'S 2jr JBA.fr KATE, LVMV1*. Amtkor of "At a* Girl's Mtro." Sic. Balend Acoordin* to Art of Congrres* in tha Year 1890 by Stre«t Jr Smith, fat tha Office of tha Librarian of Concreu. at Washington. D. C. CHAPTER XVII.--Continued. When the meal was over Dr. Dun­ widdie arose, and, as was his habit, returned to the house up the road to gee to his patient's condition, and fbund that Johnson had slept through the night scarcely stirring, still as a baby. Things were going well to help on his recovery; and though it would be months before he could be able to- get around, yet there was every hope and every reason to expect him to recover. Johnson moved and opened his eyes slowly as Dr. Dunwiddie entered 4| room. Vacant, hollow eyes they weie, with a stare in them which startled Dolores. Dr. Dunwiddie was at his side in­ stantly, but without a sign of haste. "He is used to your voice." he said to Dolores, without turning his head. "Speak to him. Miss Johnson. Say anything to him--anything you are in the habit of saying-" Dolores came no nearer the bed; «he stood quietly at the window, and naked in her ordinary voice, stow, un­ interested: "Are you ready for break­ fast, father?" The hollow eyes closed weakly for a moment. Mrs. Allen entered at that moment with the beef tea, and Do­ lores, taking the bowl from her band, f^ppssed over to the bedside. John­ son again opened his eyes with the old expression of distrust and dislike tn them. She bent over him, and Dr. Dunwiddie raised his head a trifle gently on his arm as she put the spoon to his lips with steady hand and un­ moved face. But when she offered Mm the second spoonful he closed his eye8 and endeavored to turn aside his head, with the sullen expression on his"face. Dolores bent overjthe bed and held the spoon steadily to his tips, as she said, in a tone that thrilled her listeners by its slow; almost stern sweetness: "Drink this, father." , He obeyed like a child, and she fed him carefully according to the doc­ tor's orders. Dr. Dunwiddie watched her movements wonderingly. Where did this girl get her womanly tact? ftwrely not from this man upon the pillows, whose face was indicative of nothing but a brute nature. It was an exquisite morning. Mrs. Alien was with the doctor, there was «o need of her there, and she went out and sat on the door-stone in the shadow of the pines. leaning her itead against the door-post her hands (Ml to her lap. Her eyes were intent on the mountain with a sort of hun­ gry look in them. It had meddled so with her life--or was it the fate of the stars that crippled her father and pre­ vented his going to court where the men were eager to have him, like the vulture on the mountain. She knew little of fate or law, but it seemed to her that the one possessed her, and the other was waiting, waiting in a terrible silence ior her father to go to prove the malice prepense in the busing of the mare--a waiting that appalled her by its dogged patience. What her neighbors thought she did not care; she had lived without them; .she could still live without them. Had she known how roughly they used her name she would scarcely have under- «topd their meaning. Her mind was too pure and too high above them to comprehend the evil they would lay at her door. Lodie, among them all, was the only kind one. Not one of the woman had been near her, but the women never did come; she cared nothing about that, only there was <9>mething in her life that had not been there before and that called for companionship for the sympathy of other women. But Dora would come, she thought, with sudden brightness in her heart--Dora and her uncle, and yonng Green as well, until--until the truth were known. Then, what would they think or say--Dora and her uncle, who were honorable people, the nurse said, and young Oreen who had been so kind to them--so kind? Did he not risk his life for her father? Yet even then he must have known dbout the mare and by whom the deed was done. Did he not tell her himself that the man who had committed «uch a dastardly deed should suffer th£ full penalty of the law? And the taar had a terrible significance to her. Lodie came slouching up the path, tAu, gaunt, angular, in the full glory clumsily. "He were a good un 'mong us, was yer feather, D'lores, an' wes jest waitin' ter know ef he is im- provin'." "Thank you, Jim Ixjdie. You can tell those who wish to know that my father will get well." A flash came into Lodle's ey.e, a deep red rushed to his sunburned face. "I be powerful gljad ter hev ye say thet, D'lores,1' he said, gravely. "An' ther rest of 'em'll be glad of et, too." She watched him shuffle down the tpath and along the road to the tavern. Presently two light hands were laid on her shoulders, and a soft, low voice exclaimed: "Dolores. Dolores, I am Dora. Look up and tell me you are as glad to see me as I am to have found you. I am so glad, Dolores." Dolores' fingers closed tightly as she looked up at the girl before her-- the cousin who had come to claim her, & of other and darker things than ha i had drean -d- Then, like a touch of peace, came I the thought of the two girls on the door-step, two such lovely, womanly girls, each with a noble soul, yet totally unlike, the one whose life had been set in among the grand moun­ tains touched with their grandeur and nobility of thought and life, and to him the purest, most tender of wom­ en, the other proving her tenderness through all her life in the heart ^>f the big city with its temptations and Its evils. 1 AUGUSTVS HEIjyZE. VICTORIOUS irNrivtv nr rnpn fcNEMY Of COPPER TRUST CHAPTER XVUI. Dolores crossed to the bedside. of the sunlight. He removed bis rusty hat as he stood before her, his hands Iwehlnd his back. • "Be yer feyther gettin' on tol'rable, B*lores? I kero up hyar from the * tav'n ter hear. We Mowed he orter _ Jho improvin', an' wes waitin' ter luu>w." "Who are watting to know?" she >" Asked, sharply. The tone was new to h.er, and the man was disconcerted by V'lfc. A vague fear had entered her ' witnd in spite of Mrs. Allen's assurance ithat they would not come for her . lather until he was able to go to jprove--• ' lift "Whjr, Jee' we una," Lodie replied, His face ghastly in its pallor. the only one in all the world who had ever loved her since Betsy Qlenn died. She was a small little lady, and neatly dressed from the wide-brimmed white hat with its drooping gray plume, to the blue ribbon around her throat, and the soft gray costume and delicate gloves. Her eyes were wide and gray, dark with excitement, soft with a touch of tears; her mouth was gentle and sweet, but the lips were colorless; her small oval face was white as death, save for a faint trace of feverish color upon either cheek. Dolores knew nothing of the nature of Dora's disease, and to her the girl was a picture--something to look at and love and admire, but too fair to touch. Her eyes grew luminous as she looked at her. The brown eyes and the gray met. Dolores' lips part­ ed in one of her rare smiles that transformed her face for the moment; her eyes were like wells of light, beautiful, unfathomable. Young Green was standing behind Dora. During the time he had known Dolores never had she looked like that; it was a revelation to him of what she was capable. She did not e him; she saw nothing but Dora, and it was uncommon for women to show such marvelous depth of soul to another woman. Dora saw no one but her cousin. They did not kiss each other; they offered no endearment common to women, but Dora sat down on the doorstep beside Dolores. "I am so happy!" she said. Dolores said nothing. Her eyes talked for her. Young Green, with a feeling that he had no right to be there, passed un­ noticed around to the rear of the house and entered through the low door of the pantry. Dr. Dunwiddie greeted him with a smile, but he did not speak, as he was busy with the bandages on Johnson's arm. On preparing one of the band­ ages he stepped aside, • and at that moment Johnson slowly opened his eyes upon young Green's face. He was conscious, and his eyes had the old look in them excepting that it was intensified by their hollowness. His face grew ghastly in its pallor, then livid with fury; the close get eyes under the narrow forehead were wild and bloodshot; instinctively the fin­ gers of his right hand were feebly clenched as he endeavored to lift him­ self from among the pillows, unmind­ ful of the pain, as he cried in a hoarse whisper, between panting breaths: "Ye hyar? Fool, with yer--larnln' an* yer books. I sweared I'd get even --with ye--fer te--ef ever--ye--kem hyar--agen, a-settin' --my gal up--ter thenk--herself better'n--her feyther a-turnin' her head--with yer--foolin' an'--yer soft words--as though--ye'd look et--a--smith's darter fer--ao good--" Young Green started to speak, but Dr. Dunwiddie, with a stern expres sion on his face which his friend had never before seen, said, with quiet authority: "Be quiet, Johnson. Not another word. Charlie, go into the other room. Mrs. Allen, help me at once; his excitement has brought on hemorr­ hage." A H Green closed the door behind him he caught a glimpse of Johnson's face that he never forgot. It was pallid as death and ghastly with the hollow eyes. Horror and amazement mingled in his face as he noiselessly crossed the room and passed out of the bouse through the pantry at the rear, without disturbing the two on the door-step, and struck out among the pines beyond toward the summit where the winds were soft and the sky blue and still. He saw nothing around him clearly; his thoughts, in a tumult, were in the little bare room of the house below where the strong man, who had just been brought back from death, lay In his repulsive fit of passion; and with the mare In the stables at home, the beautiful, intelli­ gent animal, ruined forever through a cowardly act of malice; the two blending so closely that he could not separate them, mingling with the stray words he had heard in the t Dolores and Dora. "And you found Uncle Joe when every one else had given up the search," said Dora, softly, her eyes full of loving .admiration. "How brave you are, Dolores. I would never have had the courage to do it, but then I'm pot brave anyhow." "Why shouldn't I do it?" Dolores asked quietly, turning her large eyes wonderingly upon her ' companion. "He Is my father." "Of course he is," Dora replied, with a nod of her bright head, untying the broad ribbons of her hat and swinging it around upon her knees. "Papa Is my father, too, Dolores Johnson, and I love him; but I would never have* enough courage to go off on a lonely dangerous mountain to find him if he were lost--no not if I had a dozen men to go with me. Suppose you had slipped over one of those terrible ledges Mr. Green told us about, or walked right off into a chasm when you thought you were in the path? No, I couldn't do it, ever, but I wish I were brave like you." Dolores said nothing, because she had nothing to say. Dora must be a coward if she would not do that for her father; any of the women of the settlement would have done the same. "Mr. Green told us all about you," Dora continued, "and I wished so much to get at you, but you would not come to me, and I could not come to you, and then the rail}--oh, the rain it raineth every day,' and I begun to think I would have to wait a week at least, and the things Mr. Green told me about you when he returned from here made me all the more restless ahd anxious to get at you, you poor dear." "He saved my father," Dolores said, presently. She said it slowly, as though she were forced to say it. Dora nodded. "I know it," she said, "the man who came over for the doctors told us about it, but you saved him more than anyone else, Dolores, and you cannot deny it. They'd never have thought of going over there to look after the deputies gave up' the search had it not been for you." (To be continued.) COLLECTING FARES IN CANADA. Method Is Practiced, But Hardly Up to Date. "There are all kinds of ways for collecting fares on the street cars, but one that I saw recently in Canada was certainly unique if not particu­ larly up to date." says G. M. P. Holt. "I was taking a ride on the four- mile trolley road running between Sherbrook and Lenoxville, in Canada. The first thing that met my eye on entering the car was the sign, 'Noth­ ing changed over |2.' I don't see ex­ actly why they were so particular about the matter, as it didn't stride me tttat the class of passengers they were carrying was that which makeB a practice of carrying 10-dollar and 20-dollar bills only. "But what tickled me the most, was the fare-taking that occurred soon after. The conductor came down the aisle carrying in his hand a curious looking arrangement that resembled large, square 'dark lantern.' It had handle attached whic1 the con­ ductor grasped, and when 'ye shoved toward my face and sn l 'fare' I perceived that it had a > ' '.ss front and a slit in the top where mi drop­ ped your nickel or ticket, it ml then you could see the same go down to the bottom."--Springfield, Mads., Union. His Hose Mender. The law firm of Sproiill, Harmer & Sproull is composed of three young bachelors, one of whom devotes his spare time to gardening. While wat­ ering his roses one evening the hose burst. Unwilling that his flowers should suffer from lack of water, he directed his office boy the following morning to go out tAd buy him a family hose mender. Later in the day he found on his desk a queer-shaped package. When he had removed the wrappings he looked at the contents surprised. Calling the office boy he Inquired: "What is this you have brought me, Fred?" "Why, sir," responded the boy, "that is the family hose mender." "I see," said the lawyer smiling. And that night he presented his mother with a new darning egg.--New York Times. , i FAuGusms fiBzm/zi: P. Augustus Heinze, whose victory In the suits involving the ownership of Montana's richest copper irlnes has given the copper trust a severe blow and caused 20,000 employes to be thrown out of work, went to Montana as an engineer and promoter twelve SHOT AT PRESIDENT DIAZ. Didn't See the Necessity. Booker T. Washington, in his ar­ raignment of those whom he disap­ proves, is so sincere and frank and earnest as to be, sometimes, uncon­ sciously amusing. The last time Mr. Washington was in New York he met an old friend, a strong fellow, begging. ' Well, Erastus, I'm surprised at this," said Mr. Washington with a frown. The other, confused, tried to explain. "You can't explain to me. You are big enough and strong enough to work, and here you are begging: You can't explain that," said Mr. Washing­ ton. \ • Well, Ah's got to live," said tha other humbly. "There's not the least necessity for that," said Mr. Washington, severely. Criminal Fails in Attempt to Assassi­ nate Great Mexican. An attempt to assassinate President Diaz was made Oct. 27, as he was passing the Cantandor Garden at Guanajuato. Ellas Toscano, a notorious criminal, fired five shots at the president. Al­ though he used ball cartridges at short range, Diaz was not injured, nor was the car in which he was riding hit by any of the bullets. Toscano has a most evil reputation. His latest crime was the murder of the jefa politico of San Luis Potisi, for which he was sentenced to a term in prison. He had just been released when he attempted to kill the presi­ dent. He is now closely guarded in jail at Guanajuato. An attempt was made on the life of President Diaz* on Dec. 16, 1897. He attended on that day the public cele­ brations in the City of Mexico of the anniversary of Mexican independence. During the festivities a man rushed toward him and, evading all efforts made to check his progress, reached the president's side and attempted to kill him. Great excitement prevailed, but it was soon seen that the efforts of the murderer had been futile. President Diaz was not hurt. The as­ sassin was at once arrested and thrown into prison. This attempted murder created much excitement and years ago, after graduating from tha Polytechnic institute of Brooklyn. He is 33 years old, and almost since his entry into Montana has been engaged in the ilgut with the copper kings in which he has just gained another vic­ tory in court. PAYS $55 FOR WIFE. Mrs. Evanie Becomes Mrs. Garvs for a Consideration. At Irwin, Pa., Caenif Garvz counted out $56 into the hands of Mike Evanic, while beside them stood the latter's young wife, homing a 6-months-old baby. The money was the purchase price of the woman, Evanic giving a receipt and stipulating that he release all claim to her. Evanic kissed the baby and turned away without the least emotion. Garvz then took his newly purchased wife on a shopping tour and afterward Invited friends to his home in Hemlock row to celebrate the event. According to the woman's story Evaplc had not provided for her and wanted to drive her from the house. When Garvz heard of this he opened negotiations for the woman, to which she offered no objection. \ " President Diaz. subsequently the would-be assassin was dragged from prison by a mob and lynched. Cant Live Without Fighting. Charles W. H. Needham, a true sol­ dier of fortun'e, whose home was once in Kansas City, but now is the wide <world, is visiting his old home, where he was teller of the Union National bank. Since taking up his wanderings be has fought the Matabeles in South Africa, the Spaniards In Cuba, the Filipinos, Tagalogs and Moros in the Philippine Islands, sought other fields of battle in Asia Minor and to-day is in Kansas City awaiting an out­ break between Russia and Japan that ho may serve under the banner of the mikado. Needham is 32 years old, according to Judge Jenney, and has declared he can't live in a land where no fighting is going on. Woman Misses a Distinction. Miss Gratia Woodside of Salem Is the only woman who ever appeared before the Missouri Supreme Court, She represented one side in a land and mining dispute, but owing to an oversight on the part of the opposing counsel she was not allowed to make an argument, the court holding that under the circumstances the issue be­ came purely an academic one. An Economical Millionaire. Though worth several millions, Hugh McLaughlin, the Brooklyn Democratic boss, spends very little money on himself, his clothing at times being absolutely shabby. His chief lieutenant, James Shevlin, is a relative by marriage, and a dealer in shoes. "Come over to my store," said Shevlin one day, "and get you a pair of good shoes made." The old man demurred at first, hut finally consent­ ed and was measured for a fine pair. Shortly afterward he received a bill for $12, just about three times as much as he is accustomed to pay for footwear. He looked at the docu­ ment gravely for a . minute, wrote across the face of it: "Collect from Shevlin; he's responsible," remailed it to the sender and has heard noth­ ing more about the matter. Famous Civil War Soldier. Major General David McMurtie Oregg, who has been chosen comman­ der In chief of the Loyal Legion, is the man who led the famous cavalry charge which contributed so much to Meade's victory at Gettysburg. Lieut. General S. B. M. Young, now head of the army, was at that time a captain of cavalry under Gregg. Gen. Brooke, another famous fighter, was chosen vice commander, the junior vice being rear Admiral Clark, whose record- breaking trip with the battleship around Cape Horn made' him a figure of international fame. ,x Pittsburg Industries. •rtie Pittsburg district has njore in­ dustrial superlatives than any other similar area on earth. It has the greatest iron and steel works, the greatest electrical plans, the largest £lass houses, firebrick yards, potter­ ies and at the same time is the center of the world's greatest coal and vn coking fields. .. Three Good Reasons. William Allen White, the Kafcsas newspaper man, denies that he is to be dean of the school of journalism in the state university. "In the first place," says Mr. White, "the Job has not been offered me; in the second place, 1 wouldn't have the job, and In the third place, there is no such Job." Think Something Is Wrong. It Is generally considered bad form (o look a gift horse in the mouth, but the people of Salem, Mass., are asking how it comes that the late Mrs. Mary Ropes whs able to bequeath a million dollars to charity while she and her sister together paid taxes on but $300,- 000 real and personal jiroperty. Chamberlain the Son. Here is T. P. O'Connor's estimate of Austen Chamberlain, son of a famous father: "Of young Mr. Chamberlain I have only to say that he looks the image of his father, with the linos softened and refined by the admix­ ture of another being and another race, that he has had the advantage of university training over his father and that, altogether, be is a replica of his parent, with a certain amount of the strength and vehemence taken out. He is nimble, industrious, even- tempered, self-possessed, a parliamen­ tary good young man." Cares Little for Society. Miss Marion A. Fish, daughter of Stuyvesant Fish, the New York mil­ lionaire, is an accomplished house­ keeper, and cares nothing for the but­ terfly existence led by society women. Her friends are bright young women who go in for athletic and look on stilted society as a deadly bore An excellent horsewoman is Miss Marion and her tennis also is up to the mark. So far no man's name has been linked with hers. Her brother Sidney also dislikes society and prides himself on not having attended a ball or formal dinner for years. » Baltimore's Mayor a "Dandy." Mayor McLane of Baltimore is gen­ erally conceded to be about the best dressed man in that city. In the hours devoted to his duties as head of the civic government he is rarely seen in anything but gray clothes. Mr. Mc- Lano is not partial to Jewelry. Decline In Swiss Trade. Owing to a decline in the Swlsa watch trade, many emigrants are leav­ ing Switzerland for Canada and th« Vftlted Stutos. y j 4 The corporation lawyer and the Conspicuous financier w«re waiting for the board of directors to assemble. From thb Broadway pavement far be­ low the office window' floated frag­ ments of the monologue of a bojf"tQr Mr." The lawyer said to his friend: : "That reminds me of the days In my teens, when I got a job driving the wagon of a medicine fakir in a circuit of the small towns of Ohio. The 'doctor' had a wonderful har­ angue, and I listened to It several times a day for three months, until it became riveted in my memory to this day. His finest effort went like this: " 'In the year of our Lord one thous­ and eight hundred and fifty-four, an English nobleman and member of par­ liament, Sir Richard Seymour Planta- genet, was traveling in India, casting his lordly eye over the vast domains of his sovereign queen. While hunt­ ing the mighty three-tusked elephant of the Ramapootra river, in company with I he Rajah of Calcutta, he was bitten by a cobra de capello, the dead­ liest serpent known to man, ladies and gentlemen, whose bite is fatal In the space of one-half hour by the clock. " 'Sir Richard wrote his will on the leaf of the papyrus plant and said farewell to his weeping friends, when a native staggered up, torn and bleed­ ing from the thorns of the jungle, bringing a bundle of leaves of the ori-bori plant, whose secret had been confided to him by the Grand Llama of Thibet. "'He bound the leaves on the wounded ankle of Sir Richard, ladles and gents, and in oue hour the noble' man was again in full pursuit of the savage, three-tusked elephant of the f J, Ganges. The secret of the ori-bori plant was brought to England in thU^^ way, and eminent physicians found that its wonderful healing powers were able to kill any poison whatso­ ever in the blood. " 'If you have coughs, colds, con­ sumption. rheumatism, neuralgia or boils, the marvelous Ori-Bori Tonic will attack the seats of disease with- ^ out! mercy. It Is the cheapest and most wonderful medicine known to man. A teaspoonful In a pint of boll- ing water and a wineglass after every -/J&- meal. Ah, what is this? Here is this bright-eyed young man, who says he fegi was so lame three weeks ago that he ^ could not work, the sole support of his aged mother He happened to buy one bottle of the Ori-Bori Tonic and comes to buy another bottle for his mother, who is in bed with pleu- ^ . risy. He is the picture of health and it touches my heart to see such filial . devotion. Thanks, young man, only 50 cents, the half of one dollar. Here ' is your change. Remember this is your last chance to buy health and „ happiness for yourself and family.' "When the crowd was wrung dry," said the corporation lawyer, as two directors entered the room, "the doc­ tor used to turn io me and soften his trumpet tones to remark: 'Well, Will­ iam, we must get back to the tent and mix some syrup and water for an early start to-morrow. And we're pretty near out of coloring extract. And don't you forget to remind me to order another gross of bottles.' New York Times The Man That Laughs l love the ringing music of a cheery, hearty laugh, For it routs the imps of worry as the breezes scatter chaff, And there's not a scene of gladness known to mortals here below But is made a little gladder by a merry ho! ho! ho! For Merriment's a singer, tad laugh­ ter is his song, And where the singer slngeth the happy angels throng, • For in all celestial anthems nothing sweeter is, I trow, Than the melody that lures us in a ho! h|>! ho! ho! ho! • You are feeling rather weary--'tis an oft-recorded tale-- And you fancy trouble's demons all are camping on your trail, Till you meet the man of laughter with his cherry ho! ho! ho! And, some way, as you listen, all the haunting demons go; Then you vow that this old planet is a place of Joy and cheer, And there's pleasure in reflecting that you now are living here And you wouldn't for a fortune lose your grip on things below-- All because you hear the music'of a ringing ho! ho! ho! Two angels walk upon the earth, walk daily to and fro, " " The one is clad in robes of White, the other in garb of woe. The voice of one is laughter; the oth­ er's is a sigh, Joy is the one, the other Woe; foe souls of men they vie; And the one comes running, running, summoned by the witching spell Of the ripping notes of laughter tha£ the spirit's rapture tell; While the other straight is driven from the souls it haunts below By the ringing and the singing at a ho! ho! ho! ho! ho! We all do love the music of a cherry, hearty laugh-- ' • To spirits bowed with trouble tia a heaven-given staff-- But our burdens seem so heavy as we pass them in review That we often let another do the laughing we should do; At any rate, it's so with me, fer I'm of brittle clay. And happy it is with you, although I do not say: And so, perchance, you'll Join with me, this one bouquet to throw, To the wiftn who brings us Messing with the ho! ho! ho! ho! ho! --A. J. Waterhouse in New York Times. In a Dakota Blizzard. An Englishman who once worked on a farm in North Dakota tells of his experience in a blizzard. "It was ^ bright, clear winter day," he says, "when suddenly the sun seemed to go out of existence and the temperature of the room in which we were sit­ ting fell several degrees. " 'She's here,' cried my boss, spring­ ing up. '"Who's here?' I asked. " 'Why the blizzard, mfen, don't you see?' I went to the window. There was a dreary, wailing sound, and it seemed almost as" dark as midnight. The snow, Instead of falling, seemed to be driven along the ground by a hurricane. It was like powdered glass, and froze to everything it touched. We put on our wool lined boots and huge oyercoats and muf­ flers up to our eyes. An old plow had been left just outside the door, and it had to be removed for fear of raising a snowdrift that might block the whole front of the house. As I started out to do this the old farmer called after me: "'If you touch the iron with your bare hands the flesh will come off, just as if it were red hot,' and he made me put on thick gloves, and tied a hmw rope around my waist. 'Now fling" the plow around the cor­ ner,' he said, 'and follow the line back to the door. If you can't find the ploW at once come directly back.' "I bolted through the door and groped about in the direction of the plow. After having to come back twice to the house, I found the thing and flung it as far from the building as I could. When I at last got back and inside of the cabin my body was frozen and I had to stay in a cold room where I could thaw gradually. The blizzard lasted three days. The barn and outbuildings were buried under what looked like a mountain of snow. The horses could be heard whinnying long before the men dug their way through the door. Not a mouthful would they touch until they had drunk, and they seemed almost as glad to see human faces as to g$t the provender. In one room of the. house a large amount of snow had blown in, in little sifts through a tiny chevice; not a spot bad escaped the fierce, howling wind behind the finely granulated mass of snow, with which the air had been filled for the entire three days." The Old-Time Ball Club. X to M* a game of ball! I think it's loads of fun ' To see the players at the bat and watch 'em strike and run . , . And slide and yell and all of tnat« ana yet, it seems to me . M The game ain't half So fill "fife as what it used to be. I wish you could have seen the club In which I used to play; Of course, it wasn't Mke the clubs yon run across to-day, For that--now let mo think--was nearly forty years ago. And ball clubs then weren't like the ones thoy have to-day, yoy know. Our club comprised the, leader* of our little country town: < We knocked out ev'ry club there was for twenty miles aroun', • We had no 'fancy uniform*, but, mind you. we could play: We made ton times as many runs ss what they make to-day! Cy Jones, the blacksmith, pitched for us," and in them days, you know, Tou had to please the batter--he could have It hiRh or low. And Deacon Perry used to catch, except camp meetin' time. When he was off exhortln', and w* used his bis son L>ym«. Old Squire Smith played at first, and when his glasses stayed In place S So he could see the ball he always forti­ fied that base. Thiefs Kiss. A magistrate's clerk has been known to have his t'e-pin stolen while in court, and one 1st Birmingham a few years ago lost his coat in this way; but a more remarkable example, perhaps, of a thief's cleverness under the very eyes of th* police was that of the burglar at ClerkenweU, who Judge Blmklns played at second, WhU« K proudly .guarded third. And young: Doc Squills was shortstop and as lively as a bird. The right was held by Klder Tubbfl, the left by Lawyer Green; Cap' Siders witlr a wooden leg filled la the gap between. And they were Jest the men, you bat. designed to do the biz. Unless 'twas Green, whose ley was stiff because of rheumatlz. t He was our safest player, for he never tried to pounce Upon a fly and show himself; he'd take It on the bounce. But when we got a new-style ball he quit. "I'll Jest he darn." Said he, "if I will catch a ball thatnain't made out of yarn!" Them days the umpire had to do .the bizness on the square. Or else we'd throw him out and eet an- other then and there. And sometimes when the other si£e would kick too hard-and loud We'd have to compromise the thing and leave It to the crowd. Our wives and sweethearts to coma and watch us play the And though we'd win or they'd. ways cheer us Jost the 'Twould do my old heari lots or'- good to be back there once n;ore And play a game with .test the fame old. club we had beiori --Boston lierauL ' managed to conceal two diamond rings while the police were searching him and passe.d one of them to his wife in the cells while the police wero looking on. The rings were under his tongue, and one of them passed from his mouth to1 his wife's when he waa kissing her good-by.--London Tel* graph. . * 4*i A . • • 1, ' ) fvtfH*; * 'M&fa