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.t *TTHB McHKNRY PLAHTDEALEB, KeHENKY, TTJ- <i> TO*'- *3«Ri» ©y Hugh Pendexter <hwHshtfc»TU lMilw MmtH Ofc 8C1380R3 SYNOPSIS.--In tbt lata ram- •Mr of 187C, Peter Dlnad&l*. on hla way to the Black hills to Join the throng of gold-Be«k«rB, makes the acquaintance of the keeper of a Dead-wood gambling house, San Juan Joe, who Is returning to Deadwood. On their way through Red Canyon Dinsdale and Joe hear shots, apparently far ahead of them. Riding carefully, they me<st a young woman running from a party of Indians. Dlnsdale takes hpr on his horse and the two men ride through her pursuers, killing MveraL The girl la Lottie Carl, end she has no relatives. Near Deadwood they overtake a prospector whom Joe halls as old "Iron Pyrites." At Deadwood City San Juan Joe, popular in the community, Is given an enthusiastic welcome, which is extended to Dlnsdale. Dlnsdale tells Joe Of the robbery of a Union Pacific train at Ogalala, and the gambler informs the crowd! Joe takes Dlnsdale and Lottie to the house of a woman of the town, Kitty the Schemer, Joe's mistress, where the gambler -bad Intended to Install Lottie. CHAPTER III--Continue. She eyed him curiously. Then •|Aiarply, like the thrust of a stiletto: ^ • "Just what have you to do with this girl, anyway?" "Nothing beyond seeing that she Is (recently housed--referring more to tier surroundings than to the furniture. Later on more permanent plans can l»e made for her." ' Kitty the Schemer tossed back her "fcead and laughed lightly, but there Sas a wicked glint in her eyes as she interedr: "I'd say, Juan, that yon and Mr. Qoodman ought to have had a powwow about this child before asking me to take a hand." San Juan glared at Dlnsdale and harshly demanded: "What the h--I is the matter with you? You're acting queer. A11 the way from Custer we've been planning to Ibrlng the girl here." "You planned, not V murmured EInsdale, pleased to have a man to lk to. "I've decided the girl Isn't old enough, or experienced enough to choose for herself. So I'll choose for her. She's not to come here. You can like It, or leave it." "Not to come here?" mocked Kitty, approaching close to Dlnsdale and tilting back her head. "You may kiss «ne." * "No, you may not kiss her 1" warned •flan Juan, his face paling, his half- Closed eyes revealing the heart of a sSEsHclller." "Your friend is about to slay me. Miss Kitty," said Dlnsdale, moving back and feeling Lottie Carl's fingers clutching his hand as If to hold him dear of temptation. "Not very gal tant of me, but after all I have only one life, you know." « "This is no time for nonsense, Kltbroke in the gambler. "Dlnsdale, fttu shouldn't tell me to like' anything, or 'leave' it." "And some time you'll ask permission to kiss me," softly murmured •"Just What Have You to Do With This Qlrir the Schemer, busily tMaklng Murderous thoughts. Dlnsdale faced the gambler, and his embarrassment vanished. He quietly Qfcid: "I was the first to meet her in .the canyon. Yon rode behind me. I was the ofle to swing her on to a horse-- my horse. You helped pot the Indians; bat I was the one to pick her off her feet and ride with her. She'll be better off in the Colt woman's boarding • bouse 'A frontier woman with a rifle,' you called her." "I must be poison," trilled Kitty the Schemer with an ugly aide glance at San Juan. "You must be very lovely. You look It," retorted Dlnsdale. "But there are those who come here who are not. . Kow we'll be going, Lottie." The girl obediently rose. San Juan Joe stepped between Dlnsdale and the flfror and said: - "Not no fast. WWl dlneuss this • bit further." "You'll get clear of that door, Joe, we'll discuss It with guns," Dlnsdale warned In a low voice. | "A bad man, eh?" politely asked the .rambler. • "A mighty bad man when held back ftom a door he's set on going Hfrough." % It was difficult for the gambler to to the edge ofdaath tor being proof against the Schemer's lure.. Dlnsdale had been a good companion. He was a prepossessing young man and might easily interest good women and weak. The gambler gave him a high mark for being indifferent to Kitty. Because he believed he would never have cause for jealousy on Dlnsdale's account, the gambler lacked heart for what he knew would end in the death of one, perhaps the two, of them. Hie girl was of no interest to San Juan. He felt an immense relief In believing that the fickle Schemer could never make his heart ache by receiving any attentions from Dlnsdale. He amazed the woman by quietly agreeing: "Let it go at that, Pete." And he stepped one Bide. 'V;5 "You used up all your nefcr mid your fighting spirit in the canyon, I reckon," hissed Kitty the Schemer, now thoroughly enraged at Dlnsdale, the gambler and herself. San Juan did not mind her angry moods; he rather preferred them. W hen she was In a rage It was likely she had failed In some attempted conquest. He was not to be trapped Into a fight to the death Just to please the woman's vanity. "Really, Kitty, the girt Isn't worth two good men throwing down guns on each other. ® We know Just about what the other can do. If we went through with this It would mean one dead man and probably two. Now look the l^ld over and say what I've said is true. And It's as he says; he saved her, not I." "He might have let her choose for herself," Insisted Kitty the Schemer. "I want to go with Mr. Dlnsdale!" hastily cried Lottie, deeply frightened at the threatened tragedy, and yfet not knowing Just what ail the argument was about. "You've made a conquest," laughed Kitty the Schemer. "Look ont, girl, I may decide to take him from you." "You can't! You mustn't!" cried the girl as she drew Dlnsdale into the hall after her. "Take me away! I'm scared of this place. I'm scared of that woman." "You little fool," remarked Kitty the Schemer contemptuously as she drew her skirts about her to escape contact with Lottie Carl's coarse clothing and ran up the > stairs. -San Juan Joe tried to laugh as he complained: "D--n it, Dlnsdale! But you've made bad blood between me and Kitty. Why the h--1 couldn't you show your cards on the table before "I made an ass of myseir? Now she won't feel satisfied till you and I fight and one of us gets killed. And if I should be the one to drop she wouldn't be satisfied till she had her collar around your neck. The last Is one good reason why you and I won't fight if I can help It." "She's a bad woman!" denounced Lottie Carl. "Hush, hush! You mustn't eay that," Dlnsdale corrected, pretending not to see San Juan Joe's twisted smile as he slowly mounted the stairs. "She lives her life and you will live yours. And we won't say anything more about it. Now we must buy you some shoes." They rode down the street to a store exhibiting general merchandise. Lottie Carl was soon equipped with a pair of shoes such as she had never owned before. She still carried the gold dust but did not seem to sense its potentials, and her companion paid the bill. On their way to Mrs. Colt's place Lottie Carl shyly thanked her new friend and said something about his being "mighty good to her." He gruffly repudiated the suggestion. On entering the boarding-house they were at once In the presence of Mrs. Colt. She scrutinized them keenly while Dlnsdale was expressing his desire to procure a room and lodging. Wben he finished she snapped out: "Married r* "Lord, no! Lottie Carl is only a little girl," he cried, quailing beneath her fierce gaze. "I'm seventeen," protested Lottie. Dlnpdale hurriedly gave her antecedents so far as he knew them and told of her escape from the canyon. The widow's nostrils dilated, and the light of battle shone In her eyes. "The town's talking about you and that scallywag of a San Juan Joe." she said. "It must have been a gallus fight. I'd 'a' given a dozen ounces to have been along with old Ben." And she nodded vigorously toward a Sharps rifle in the'corner. "When we come through It happened to be as quiet as a Pennsylvania Sunday school. never had a crack at the varmints." Suddenly her gaze wandered to Lottie Carl's new footgear, and she demanded : Where did you git them hussy-like contraptions?" Again Dlnsdale was quick to explain. The widow smiled grimly and conceded : "Can't blame her as long as you picked them out for -bar. WJw makes good for her keep?"* ' " "I do." • "Why, I have money! Weft in the street gave It to me!" excitedly Interrupted Lottie Carl, and she held up the dust. "She's to keep that, Mrs. Colt ni stand the shot. If I get wiped out--" Never mind your getting wiped out. It'll be nice if she can keep what she's got; but if you mean you're going to come here a-sparking her---" No, no!" obtruded Dinsdale. "You'll be shut of me. I'll pay a month's board ahead now." ' "Paper money!" softly cried the widow. "Ain't it handsome! Worth a dollar-five In dust. See here: Tm s'plclous of young iren willing to pay for the keep of jojng women with eyes and hair like hers. But 111 take you at face value till you turn out to be no good. "She'll be much better off for having some work to do. 8he help me, and ril give her her keep. Yea, I'll throw in some wearable clothes and a pair of shoes that'll stand the wear and tear of our streets." "I knew you were the right sort," meekly said Dlnsdale, backing to the door. "Til be going." "But ain't I- going to ace you .no more?" cried Lottie Carl, running tp him and clutching his arm. Dinsdale stared helplessly Into her thin face, then at the grim visage of the widow. With unexpected humanity Mrs. Colt drew the girl to her side and softly patted the chestnut hair. To Dlnsdale she said: "On Sunday afternoon yon can rap. If. I'm here you can come as far as this room and see your little friend. If I'm out, you'll stay out. If a man In this bouse bats a single eyelash at my new help, then God help him! Now I'm busy, and Lottie Carl can pitch in and help me." Dinsdale shook hands with the girl, who turned away to hide her tears. He was outside the door when she seized his arm and fiercely whispered: "Don't ever kiss that woman." Then she was back In the house before he could say a word. It was a great relief to have the responsibility of the girl shifted to the capable Mrs. Colt. Mounting his horse, he rode down the street undecided as to where he should look for lodging. For a man used to taking life as it came along it was surprising that Dlnsdale should give so much thought to the selection of a boarding place. Yet there were Influences working upon him which made his choice a matter of considerable strategic Importance. His cogitations ended with his riding up the street and halting before a sign that pleased his fancy immensely. It read: BED ROCK HOTEL PORK & BENES & COMMON DOINS 50 CENTS CHICKEN FIXINS & FLOUR DOINS ONE DOLLAR "Hurrah for 'flour doings,'*'kg toftup applauded. Entering the Bed Rock, he engaged a room, paying a tveek In advance from his roll of greenbacks. Leading his rifle in the office, he rode his tired L. Dlnsdale beheld a man gesticulating and talking loudly. Twenty or thirty silent men composed his audience. Dlnsdale entered. "We're coming to vigilantes, same's they did In Montana," declared a heavily bearded miner. "Can't make me believe all these dead men found in the gulches was killed by Indiana." There was an uneasy stirring and an exchange of suspicious glances. It was well known that road-agents entered Deadwood City at times to procure supplies. Within a month a light had started In front of the Grand Central, resulting from a victim recognizing a robber. The robber had escaped In a running fight. That others stayed in town between holdups was commonly belleVed. The Montana man was Impressed by the silence his speech had caused and glared defiantly around for a moment. Then he began to weaken, and to work clear of the group. A Jeering laugh accelerated his retreat. Bandy Allen, recently silenced by Colorado Charley, pointed a finger at the miner, now making for the door, and denounced: "That fool and others are talkln* like lunles." Hitching up his belt aggressively and staring stonily at the men, he continued: "Th' agents ain't makln' day wages. What we oughter do is to comb th* gulches for reds an' forgit th' agents till th' really 'portant Job is well finished." Allen was >not pleasing to look- at, but the vital need of protection from the Sioux won him many nods of approval. Finding his listeners In sympathy, he hooked his thumbs in his belt and began: "Give me fifty wellarmed men an' HI agree to clear out all th' redskins from the'Belle Fourche to Red Canyon crick. Th* Job needs men who know th' critters an' alnt afraid of 'em. Here's thousands of folks huddled up like sheep In this gulch, shiverln' an' skeered because small bands of painted Sioux 6kunks is wlpln' out every miner they catch |>y hlsself." "Excuse me," broke In a shrill voice, "but the Sioux ain't painting their faces this season. I was their prisoner a bit ago, and I know. They paint the top of their heads, where they part their hair, but not their faces. It's mighty queer." "Hold yer yap, yer fool idiot!" roared Allen, turning to glare malevolently at the speaker. _ "Well, 'Scissors' ought to know," horse to Clark's livery stable, paid Interposed a bystander. "He In greenbacks, and then set out afoot for an examination of the town. Whenever he paused and listened to men with time for gossip he found there were two topics of general Interest-- the murder of Wild Bill and the menace of the Sioux. "Jack McCall was hired by some of the gamblers!" passionately charged one man. "They was afraid my pard would be put in office to make things decent here. They hired McCall to do for him, then got him clear with their snap miners' meeting, and rushed him out of the hills so he wouldn't blab the truth. I only hope he rides plump into h--1, and finds them that hired him all waiting for him." "That's a poor way to talk. Utter," warned a bowlegged fellow with two guns In his belt. "If the gamblers can work that game--which I don't believe --then they're strong enough to muzzle you." "All I ask, 'Bandy' Allen, Is that they come face on when they try to muzzle roe," was the hot reply. "You're pretty thick with some of them; tell them what I'm saying. I hope McCall'rides straight Into h--L" Had "Colorado Charley"--as Utter was generally called--possessed prophage vision his mind would have been more at rest; for lie would have looked down the months, less than a year of them, and seen the murderer riding to expiate his crime on a Yankton scaffold, executed by the United States authorities. The next circle of men where Dlnsdale loitered were discussing the chances of an Indian Invasion, and loudly demanding or ond another the reason for the soldiers' failure to come. On,e citizen announced that the bodies of three whites had been found that very morning up Whltewood creek; These Isolated killings had been so frequent as to become commonplace. Through the open door of the L X. was their prisoner. Tfcey took him to be big medicine and let him live, and he saw things." "I was wakan wltshasha, mystery man," proudly recited the man called Scissors. "Any one might get to be pejihuta wltshasha, a common grass root man, but I was wakan. Before they could cut off my arms I pulled out my little scissors and made a picture of their chief. They thought It was magic. It was magic. None of you fellers ever see it done before. It's an art. Always could do It. I can go anywhere In these hills and If the Indluns see my scissors they won't hurt me. Can't remember when I couldn't do It. See here." He whipped out a pair of scissors and a piece of paper, and, squljit)n{j at Bandy Allen, began cutting th^ paper with marvelous rapidity. He held the scissors In one position, working the blades, and turning the paper back and forth and In half-circles in a most bewildering manner. "The Sioux call me Two Knives Talking--each scissors blade Is a knife to them, yOu know," he explained In a singsong voice as be whirled the paper. Dinsdale studied him with much sympathy. He was a slight, washedout looking specimen, and his face was vacuous. He had all the appearances of one mentally unbalanced. Allen lowered at him wrathfully, undecided whetjier to remain as an accommodation to the artist or to withdraw. The men suddenly raised a shout of laughter, and Scissors triumphantly held up the result of his skill. It was an exceedingly clever caricature of Allen with the long, ragged hair and bow legs grotesquely accentuated. "Give me four bits for it?" asked Scissors, ruffling his thin yellow hair and tentatively offering the picture to Allen. 4 Roaring an oath, Allen ran his eyes over the grinning faces and dropped a hand on a gun. 'Who's laughln' at me?" bo demanded, advaclng a few steps. The smiles vanished. Standing In front of Scissors, he drew back his flst to drive it into the simple face. Dlnsdale stepped between the two and Informed Alien: "I was laughing, too. I'm laughing And he grinned broadly. The" men scattered. Allen reached for both guns, but with a flirt of his hand Dlnsdale had him covered and was saying: "Better keep your hands oat of ml»- chief." Allen controlled his rage, for the muzzle of the forty-four was most convincing. "I wasn't go In' to use a gun on th' fool," he grumbled. "He was makln' game of me, an' he oughter be smashed in the face." Dlnsdale slipped the gun Into the holster and Informed Allen: "Have it that I made game ok yob. Smash me In the face." Allen stared at him furiously, but Instinct warned him to be wary. "I ain't got any flght with you yit, mister. This feller's a nuisance. You didn't have no call to bu'st into this game, I'ia a poor forgltter." With that he turned and swaggered to the door. Dlnsdale looked after him thoughtfully for a moment, then laughed lightly. Scissors felt called upon to vindicate his art, and loudly protested: Tve made pictures of lots of men in this town, bigger men than Bandy Allen. They never got mad. When I was with the Sioux I made one of old One Stab, who married Red Cloud's daughter. He was so pleased he gave me a rifle. Lots of men In San Juan Joe's place buy my pictures. Bandy Allen don't want to get uppish with me, or ril tell Joe. . "But I'm much obliged to you, stranger. You meant well Still I don't think Bandy Allen would have hurt me. I'm wakan wltshasha, you know. White men as well as the Sioux are finding that out" With a duck of his head he worked his way through the group and Into the street. "Who Is he? What Is he?" inquired Dlnsdale. The men were eyeing him curiously. A miner informed hipi: Scissors Is a natural fool In everything outside of cutting paper Into pictures and talking polite. He blew Into the hills right after Custer was wiped out. He was caught ton the way by some of Crazy Horse's bucks. Seeing he was foolish they didn't skin him alive offhand. And when they found Out what he could do with scissors and paper they took him to be big medl cine. He can cut out buffalo, elk, bear, any animal or bird. He can cut out horses on the dead gallop, or a whole string of men fighting, or anything." "He must have been educated somewhere before he went foolish," mused Dlnsffale. "He talks welL What's his real name?'1 "Don't know. He's Just Scissors to us, and Two Knives Talking to the Injuns. Well, he's lucky In one way-- he don't have to pack any guns In his outfit." And the miner glanced significantly at Dlnsdale's two big Colts. "I have to pack guns, and I can use two at once," Dlnsdale Informed him, his face hardening. "Some of you fellows get the same habit and there'll be fewer Injun killings." "An* fewer stage holdups," supplemented a voice from the back of the crowd. , "Why, surely, If you know how to use your guns and have sand enough to take a chance." agreed Dinsdale. I|f waited a few moments to see If others wished to Indulge In innuendo, and as the men remained silent he re^ turned to the street. "I'm doing well," he grimly muttered as he aimlessly wandered down the street. "In town only for a few hours and already I've thrown a gun on a bow-legged scrub--and offered to flght San Juan Joe, although the public doesn't iniow about that. Reckon I'll drop around and see Joe. I owe blm some sport because of the girl. I'll see if I can't put him in a better humor." • CHAPTER iy coming made you known to tha whole town. What you do Is noticed. "Lottie Carl Is too green to look after herself. I fired a prompt-paying boarder yesterday, fired him neck and baggage, for winking at her. She ain't In any danger In my house, but if you ain't the proper sort I'd have my doubts. The little fool seems to think she belongs to you along of what-you done. So well wait, a bit, young man." Dlnsdale removed his hat and bowed low on leaving her. He walked on, moodily wondering why he cared because the Colt place was closed to blm. Finally he decided: "It won't do. 1 must have soma sort of work. If I won't be a merchant or miner I can be a gambler. Gamblers seem to be thought of highly here." It was late afternoon of the day he had met Mrs. Colt when he passed through the entrance of San Juan Joe's tent. Although it was not the rush hour a considerable number of men were trying their luck at faro, roulette and monte. For several minutes Dinsdale sought to 'locate the proprietor, but was unsuccessful. Satisfied he was not In the tent, Dlnsdale wandered to the faro layout and placed a few bets, staking Bulldog Summon* Aid for Stricken Matter Wftukegan, 111.--Faithfulness " alW trained instinct of Spot, a famous bulldog, probably saved the life of John McElroy, sixtyfive years old, well-known Waukegan resident, recently. The dog made a trip to the police station from the outskirts of the city when his master suffered a paralytic stroke and fell to the sidewalk. When his master fell the dog started barking, but to no avail, and then raced to the police station. By howling loudly and starting off in the direction where the man was lying, the animal succeeded in getting an officer to go to McElroy's aid. 00000000000000060000000000- Huntlng for Acttefl. For two days Dinsdale walked and rode np and down Deadwood {Sulch and made several short trips to outlying places. Blost of these diggings were abandoned because of the Indian scare, and the few being worked were under a heavy guard. Several times he passed San Juan Joe's big tent, in front of which stood an Indian medicine-pole, but saw nothing of the proprietor. Once he met Klttv the Schemer. It was on the road to Crook City He was returning ' i^/^^^und^iighiy'f^elike tn itaflriu'ruvl flnd szna una rmfner t "How d.o you ,k now t_«h at un.l ess you "Hold Ysr Yap, Yer Poor Fool Idiotl* Roared Allen. greenbacks, to the envy of the other players. He quit the game a hundred dollars winner and without any enthusiasm passed on to a roulette wheel and quickly dropped the gold he had won at faro. He smiled as if pleased when a man exclaimed: "There goes the greenback man!" He was slowly making for the exit when a shrill voice halted him. He turned to face the grinning Scissors. The fellow had his paper and scissors In hand, but what made Dlnsdale's eyes widen was the great horned owl perched on Scissors' shoulder. "I want you to meet Sitting Bull," said"1 Scissors, reaching up a hand to tickle the owl's head. "Howdy-do, Sitting Bull," gravely greeted Dlnsdale. 'Chief, this Is the young man I was telling you about. Friend of mine. Ain't many folks that can tame an owl and have him like Sitting Bull." Scissors proudly informed Dinsdale. "I should say that Is true. No more trouble with that bow-legged cuss, eh?" Scissors chuckled and Idly snipped out the profile of a swarthy Mexican, big hot and all, and replied: "Allen wouldn't dare bother ue here. I have too many friends among the customers. Joe lets me circulate around and pick up a living. He wouldn't take kindly to any man trying games on me or Sitting Bull." He held the silhouette before the Mexican and raised four fingers. The Mexican gazed with much pleasure at the likeness. The big hat intrigued him, and he handed over four bits and tucked the paper in his shirt. Scissors turned back to the amused Dlnsdale and confided: "That's the way It goes. If Joe knew how much I take In he'd probably ask for a rake-off. Took In most an ounce today. The night ought to bring it up to two ounces, ma/be more." "You don't say!" exclaimed Dlnsdale. And what do you do with all your gold?" Scissors' amiable grin gave place to an expression of fear. "That's telling," he muttered. "Sitting Bull knows, and I know. That's enough to know. And no one else has time to think about me. They're whispering on the street today that some new men are In town, some that have robbed a railroad train. I don't want those fellows to hear about my savings. Still I hope they are here. They throw HELD FOR CRUELTY TO DUMB ANIMALS Eccentric Canadian Sisters Said to Be Wealthy. Chatham, Ont.--Grotesquely clad in ragged burlap, which was fastened to their bodies by hay wire, two elderly spinsters, well educated and reputed wealthy, were arraigned In police court, charged with cruelty to animals. They are Luella and Mary Ann Radmore, whom authorities lured away from their valuable 200-acre farm In Romeny township, where they had to Are their guns into the air a score of times to frighten away the "evil spirits" which the spinsters vowed lurked lu the neighborhood. The arresting officers told the court that the ^prisoners were wearing the same kind of clothes they had worn when taken Into custody seven years ago on another charge of cruelty to animals. * Milton Shaw, the jailer, later reported that the prisoners refused to doff the garb for the feminine garments of civilization he obtained for them. The cruelty charges were based upon evidence on the1 farm that many of the sheep, hogs and cattle whose carcasses were ^ound bad died of starvation. The sisters were sent to JalKfor a week to be examined as to their'Sanity, while the charges could be investigated further. Their eighty-two-yearold mother, who lived on the farm with them, was brought Into court later and placed In the care of welfare authorities. Society Had Strict Rules of Propriety Years Ago A presentation to a lady In a public ballroom "for the mere purpose of dancing," as a book on etiquette of the '40s put it, did not carry with it the privilege of claiming her acquaintance subsequently. And "If a lady waltzed with you beware not to press her waist; you must only lightly touch it with the open pulm of your hand." But as far as Madame Celnart was concerned, "the waltz is a dance of quite too loose A character, and unmarried ladles should refrain from It altogether both In public and private. Very young married ladles, however, may be allowed to waltz at private balls, if it is. seldom and with persons of their acquaintance." If In 1844 one were "so unfortunate as to have contracted the low habit ofsmoking," one must practice it under certain restrictions "at least so long as you are deslrons of being considered flt for civilized society." One must never smoke in the streets or In a theater, and one must never be seen In cigar divans" or billiard rooms. As for tobacco chewing, "It is an abominable habit, and the spitting consequent upon it has been a matter of an article Is a spittoon as an appendage to a handsomely furnished drawing room!" And wben a man married It was understood that all former acquaintanceship ceased, "unless he Intimated a desire to renew It by sending you his own and bis wife's card.' --Meade Minnigerode, to . the Saturday Evening P08t Mary Lost Her Tip __ A "newly appointed Judge of the Sopreme court, who felt pretty well satisfied with himself, was dining at a hotel and he said to theV Irish waltresis, "Mary, how long have sou been in this country?" "Two years, sir." "Do you like It?" • ; "Sure, It's well enough," aha answered. "But, Mary," he continued, "you have many-privileges In this country which you'd not have in Ireland. Now at home you'd never l>e In a room with a Justice of the Supreme court and chatting familiarly with him." "But, sure, sir," said the girl, quite In earnest, "ye'd never be a Judge at^ grave comment bjr all foreigners. What | borne."r-Boston Transcript to Deadwood, and she was riding north in the company of several men. She flashed him a smile and bowed graciously* He asked himself: - "What is the .little cat planning now? Sharp claws." Another encounter, and one that left him in poor spirits, was with Mrs. Colt. "How's Lottie getting along?" he asked, genuinely pleased to meet her. "I was thinking of calling next Sunday." She eyed him with disapproval.. "We'll say you've had your visit here and now," she told him. "Don't call at the house to see Lottie Carl till I say so. You and your two guns!" "Surely other men wear two (una In Deadwood," he defended. "Scoundrels do, and men who have an honest right to wear them. Are you a guard on a treasure coach? Guarding any diggings? Going to flght Injuns? As far as I can make out you ain't even a gambler. You ride around, but don't seem keen to be earning an honest living." "If I don't want to work, that's my business. If I do want to work, and can afford to wait till I strike something to suit, that also Is my business. I won't bother ybji, Mrs. Colt. So long as you're good to Lottie Carl nothing else matters." "You talk pert. You've told me to keep my nose out of your business. But I ain't going to git flred up over that You're new he(& Tour way of know them by sight?" quickly asked Dinsdale. "Why, road agents always do. Very liberal. I can always tell when any of them are In here. Why, after the treasure-coach was robbed of twenty- five thousand I got fifteen ounces of dust In one afternoon and night Think of It! Every time a big haul's made I'm sure of extra good profits within two nights after it's happened." What do you maka of Scissors --plain crazy, or crazy like, a fox? And what is Pete after? Consistent Misspelling Lands Culprit in Jail St. Louis.--A test In spelling ordinary words played a prominent part In bringing about the conviction In Federal court here of Samuel L. Sheets of Paris, 111., on a charge of sending threatening letters through the malls. As a result, Sheets will have to pass two years In the federal penitentiary at,Leavenworth, Kas. On January 31. J. P. Sparks, a roadi contractor of Kirk wood, a suburb of1 this city, and former employer of Sheets, received a letter In which the threat was made that "assid" would be thrown In Mrs. Sparks' "fase" and that Sparks' little danghter would be Injured. To emphasize bis demand for $2,500, the writer stated he "ment" business, and left the Inference that some one of the Sparks family would "dtsapeer" If the demand wen Mfel complied with. ' (TO BE CONTINUED.) One of the Meanest The mean man ate a good meal .at a restaurant and then, wheh he bad finished, dropped a half dollar on tha floor. "Walter," he said, as he paid his bill, "I Just dropped two half dollars. Find them for me, wlH you?" The waiter disappeared under the table and in a short time emerged very red In the face. "I've found out of them, he said. "Jhanks," said the man as he pocketed the coin and rose. "When you find the other keep It for ydurself-- tip, you know."--Pittsburgh Ofcro* lcle-Telegraph. Boy Tease Dies When Stabbed by Angry Girt Omaha. Neb.--Jabbing at neighborhood girls with a pin-tipped stick coat the life of Robert Effenberger, fourteen. when Alleen Ralph, thirteen, plunged a hatpin Into his chest, puncturing a blood vessel. The youth died In ten minutes. "Every night the boys In the neighbor! ii^od have been sticking the girtB with pins on sticks," Alleen told police. "I got a hatpin and told the other girls that if they came near me any mora I was going to sfick them good." Robert chased her and lunged toward her with a stick, she said, and fell back s'when she defended herself with the hatpin. He ran a few steps, fainted and died without regaining consciousness. Handcuff Newlyweds Fseondido, Cal.--A local custom of charivari decrees the separation at newlyweds Immediately aher the wad ding ceremony, for riotous rides with their friends through the village. ^ George Graves and his bride prevented the Infliction of the ceremony upon themselves by apjvaring before the expectant and laughing ouob securely handcuffed together. A friendly coostable kept the key until the mightha< « Iwwa five the word to ^ -;-v ;r x- - - Hidden Alarm Clock Undoing of Accused Chicago.--Comely Miss Lillian Smith stood before the bench In the South Clark street court charged with shoplifting. "One veil," enumerated the policeman, holding aloft one by one the articles found In her possession, "one string of beads, four pairs of silk hose, three handkerchiefs, one powder puff, four Teddies--" "Four what" a&ked Judge Eberbardt. "Step-ins." "What--" "Underwear!" blurted the exaspen ated bluecoat. "And," he continued, "one extra large alarm clock." "My goodness!" exclaimed the judge. "How did she conceal that?" "The store detective heard U storing and--" ~ . " "Where did she have it?** "Why, er-a, why Bdtrott found It--" "Wherer - "In her--er a under--". "Under where?" -----r- "Yes." -Jr "Ninety days!" shouted the Ju($g*>