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"Only fiftéen minutes to get up that half mile with a sprained ankle! It hurt a lot. I didn't mind that so much as the blood from the cut on my head kept on rumming inte my cyes. But I got there, somehow. "I was only just in time, for I could hear the Limited coming. T'd kept my set a light to some old pa; ie a mighty poor torch, it blazed, just the same, and 1 waved it across the track The en gineer saw my signal right away an put on brakes. Chat train sure did stop in a hurry, and, at that, she wasn't more than fifty yards from the bridge. That's all I remember until I found a doctor from the train bandaging my "Here's something more to remem- ber it by," said Pierre, handing him the Homor Medal, "and you've de- ' served it if any one has." ___ (Tomorrow: Bridging a Flood.) Risks { ¥ ik 5 His iz I : 1 i EER § fs eis claimed, belonged co them. Crow-foot laughed and would have nothing to do with Riel. Rig Bear came to us for counsel. We told him Riel. was crazy, that Red Coats of the plot and came to warn ua, to order the young Crees back, and, if necessary, to fight for us. His words were enough. . your hands for about , then, should it be bought Often the greater useiuiness the coarser things. FY 2 pak § i I ® you tect yourself against the plunging in cold moun do as the Indians do. ready to dip, rub the stomach vigorously with a { tones, which rang through the room: For two years we combated Riel's arguments, one day he came and : . "I have lost. That smooth-tongued Riel has won over my young men We go North, many of us to our deaths I" Next thing we heard was that man killed dor & > THE COURAGE OF | |-MARGE O'DOONE | BY JAMES OLIVER CURWOOD | "=. He paused, as though his story was finished. "And thet is--the end?" asked Father Roland softly. "Of his dreams, his hopes, his joys in life--yes, that was the end." "But of your friend's story? What happened after that?" "A miracle, I think, ' replied David hesitatingly, as thought he could not quite understand what had happened after that. "You see, this friend of" mine was not of the vacillating and irrresolute sort. 1 had always given him credit for that--ecredit for 'being a man who would measure up to a situation. He was quite an athlete, and enjoyed boxing and fencing and swimming. If at any time in his } he could have conceived of a sit tion such as he encountered in his wife's room; he would have lived in a moral certainty of killing the man. And when the situation did come was ft not a miracle that he should walk out into the night leaying them not only unharmed, but together? I ask you, Father--was it not a miracle?" Father Roland's eyes were gleam- ing strangely under the shadow of his broad-brimmed black hat. He merely nodded. "Of course," resumed David, "it may be that he was too stunned to act. I believe that the laughter = her laughter acted upon him like a powerful drug. Instead of plunging him into the passion of a murderous desire for vengeance it curiously an- esthetized his emotions. For hours the streets all that night. , in New York ,and of course he pass- ed many people. But he did not see them, When morning came he 'was on Fifth Avenue many milés his home. He wandered downtown in a constantly growing human stream whose noise and bustle and man+- keyed voice acted on him as a tonic. For the first time he asked himself what he would do. Stronger and stronger grew the desire in him to return to face again that situation in his home. I believe that he would have done this--I believe that the red blood in him would have meted out its own punishment had he not turned. just in time and at the right place. He found himself in front of The Little Chure¢h Around the Cor- ner, nesting in its hiding-place just off the Avenue. He remembered its restful quiet, the coolness of its aisles and alcoves. He was exhausted, and he went in. He sat down facing the chancel, and as-his éyes became ac- customed to the gloom he saw that the broad, low dais in front of the organ was banked with greak masses of hydrangeas. There had been. a wedding, probably 'the evening bé- fore. My friend told me of the thick- ening that came in his throat, of the strange, terrible throb in his heart as he sat there alone--the gnly soul in the church--and stared at those hy. drangeas. Hydrangeas had been their own wedding flower, Father. And then--" «For the first time there was some- thing like a break in the younger man's voice. I~ "My friend thought he was alone," he went on. "But some one had come out like a shadow beyond the chan- cel railing, and of a sudden, begin- ning wonderfully low and sweet, the great organ began to fill the church with its melody. The organist, too, thought he was alone. He was a little, old man, his shoulders thin and drooped, his hair white, But in his soli there must have been a great love and a great peace. He played something low and sweet. When he had finished he rose and "BRINGING UP FATHER '. = went away as quietly as he had come, and after that my friend sat there-- Don't delude yourselr with the idea that there is a good looking woman in the world who doesn't know it. MY TROUBLES. I took my troubles up the road All on a summer morning; The sun from out its°blue abode The meadow was adorning. My troubles were a sorry pack; They clung like care upon my back. And there was Doubt a dubious thing And there was foolish Fretting; And there was Sorrow, with its sting, And hollow eyed Regretting, * A grievous brood to bear along | When all the air was filled with song, Then came I to the wide free crest With naught but sky above me; A soothing wind my cheek caressed Methought it seemed to love me And there breathed upward from the earth The fragrant ynessages of mirth, And seeing far below me roll The lands so green and specious My troubles lifted from my soul, And life again grew gracious, And so I trod the downward road Without a trouble for a load! - Clinton Scollard. Might Get a Monthful, Since her husband had become a governmerit contractor, Mrs, Newton has put on no end of style. Becent- ly she gave an 'at home" 'and thought to impress her guests by having the gardener in to hand around the food. He managed fairly well, except for spilling tea on the frock of the doc- tor's lady and treading on the vic- ar's pet corn. But he got tired of offering the thin bread and thinmer butter to one old lady who seemed like making a meal of it. At the seventh trip he | bent down and advised her in husky ' : "If ye was to slap two or three pleces together, ma'am, mebbe you'd get a mouthful!"'--Rehoboth Sunday Herald, His Little Joke, H. G. Hawker, the famous British alrman, who recently had a remark- able escape from death while motor- ing at 120 miles an hour at Brook- lands, near London, was once present | at a discussion as to what was the most deadly poison. One man plumped for prussiec acid, |. another said hyoscin, and so on. Finally. Hawker chipped in with: "Ever heard of aeroplane poison?" "No! What is it?" "One drop is usually fatal!" explained. he Never look for a leak in the gas- | pipe with alighted candle. While you may find it the coroner may not be | able to find you. It is said that eating onions win | prevent a moustache from coming on a woman's Hp. alone. Something new was born in him, something which I hope will grow and comYort him in the years to come. When hé went out into the city again the sun was shining. He did not go home. He did not see the woman--his wife--again, He has never seeh hér since that night when she stood up in her dishevelled beauty and laukhed at him, Even the divorce proceedings did not bring them together. I believe that he treated her fairly. Through +his at- torneys he turned over to her a half of what he possessed. Then he went away. That was a year ago. In that year I know that he has fought des- perately to bring himself back into hig old health of mind and body, and I am quite sure that he has failed." He paused, his story finished. He drew the brim of his hat lower over his eyes, and then he rose to his feet. His build was slim and clean-cut. He was perhaps five feet ten inches in height, which was four inches taller, than the Little Missioner. His shoul- ders were of good breadth, his waist hips of an athletic slimness. But is clothes hung with a certain loose- ness. His hands were unnaturally thin, and his in face still hovered the shadows of sickness and of mental suffering. 2 . Father Roland stood beside him now with eyes that shone with a deep understanding. Under the sput- ter of the lamp above their heads the two men clasped hands, and the Little Missioner's grip was like th grip of iron, . "David, I've preached a strange sode through the wilderness for many a long year," he sald, and his voice was vibrant with a strong emotion: 'd'm not Catholic and I'm not Church of England. I've got no religion that wears a name. I'm simply, Father Roland, and all these years I've help- ed to bury the dead in the forest, an' nurse the sick, an' marry the living, an' it may be that I've learned one thing better than most of you who live down in civilization. And that's how to find yourself whem you're down an' out. Boy, will you come with me?" ? - [CZEM RL Their eyes met. A flercer gust of the storm beat against the win- dows. They could hear the wind walling in the trees outside. "It 'was your story that you told me," said Father Roland, his voice barely above a whisper, 'She was your wife, David?" It was very still for a few moments, Then came the reply: 'Yes, she was my wife." - Suddenly David freed his hand from the Little Missioner's clasp. He had stopped something that was al- most like a cry on his lips. He pulled his hat still lower over his eyes and went through the door out into the main part of the coach. Father Roland did not follow. Some of the ruddiness had gone out of his cheeks, and as he stood facing the-decr; through which -David had disappeared a smouldering fire be- gan to burn Tar back in his eyes. After a few moments this fire died out, and his face was gray and hag- gard as he sat down again in his corner. His hands unclenched. With a great sigh his head drooped for- ward on his chest, and for a long time he sat thus, his eyes and face lost in shadow. One woilld not have known that he was breathing. TH. Half 8 dozen times that night David had walked from end to end of the five snow-bound coaches that made up the Transcontinental. He believed that for Mim it was an act of Providence that had delayed the train. herwise a sleeping car would have been picked up -at the next divisional point, and he would not have unburdened himself to Father Roland. They would not have sat up until that late hour in the smoking compartment, and . this strange little man of the forest would' not have told him the story of a lonely cabin up on the edge of the Barrens--a story of: strange pathos and human tragedy that had, in some mysterious way, unsealed his own lips, David had kept to himself the shame and heartbreak of his own affliction since fle day he had been compelled to tell it, coldly and with-.| out visible emotion, to gain his own freedom. He had meant to keep it to himeelf always. And of a sudden it had all come out. He was not sorry. He was glad. He was amased at the change in himself. That day had been a terrible day for him. He could not get her out of his mind. Now a depressing hand seemed to AIEEE | Where? 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