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Ydd gefi the best do‘ctgr ybm Jmow of when sickness comes. your choice of a druggist. is just as important. . We 086 oni‘y the best, and purest M29. Pracniptim brought to us are" aJWayS compound- ed with' absolute accuracy, by experienced pharmacists, We have everything requisite in a first class everything drug store. fi.H|6lNBOIHfiM Smokers Suppfles J03. GfiRROLL, mutating! Tobaccostore inyIJndn JOHN MALLETT Best makes and, moderate prices. ORGANS REPAIRED. Office at dwelling, 49 Wellington-st. LONG BARTON’S RAGE In a gloomy room, made more dis- mal by a spluttering candle set in a bottle, the sid’es of which were cov- ered with a copious overflow of tal- low, a young man sat, attempting to decipher the words on a small piece of paper. Near him, with her head bent forward in an anxious, half ex- pectant attitude, was his mother, on whose not unattractive face were the lines of toil and suflering. "v Q..." vâ€" . .“Well, Georgi,” she finally said, “why don’t you read it ?” “I can hardly make it out, moth- er,” her son replied, “bit it’s new, and he says he got the recei t from one of the great piano ma ers in New York. It’s the stufi that makes the cases shine so. Think of it! If I could get such a polish on my skis, why, I’d win that $200 and pay OR the mortgage and get you a thick cloak and all the things you need.” The winter had set in early, and a snpcession of snowstorms had buried the little hamlet of a dozenhouses so deep in the snow that around the Barton home it was nearly 30 feet asap mean went, had been wiped clinician” and lurid: any. “Yes, George,” said the woman, a slight flush tingeing her pale face; “but you’ve tried so many kinds of ‘doPe,’ and they all failed. I’m afraid it’s your way of riding, dear.” “My way of riding!” exclaimed the young man, and he looked up and ran his hands through his curly hair. “Why, there isn’t a 'man in Plumas county who can toss more snow in a day, lift more, stand more, than can I.” ' His mother said nothing. She sighed as she looked up at the snow covered windows, then glanced at her companion with an expression that combined pride and pity. :1th young man hail not ovefstated his prowess. He was a giant, 3 colossus in strength, seven feet tall, but so thin, so long of limb, so'strangely drawn out that for miles around he was known as “Long Barton” ana “Panglefoot.” He was a miner, like his father, who had been killed in an avalanche two seasons before. ORGANS AND PIANOS if You can always rely on getting the very best brands of Tobac- cos and Cigars at this store. A share of your pat- ronage for 1902 re- spectfully solicited. THE BEST is none too good for my cus- tomers. .AGENTJ FOB.... PYM’S HOTEL Best addict f $50“ LUu uuu .- come them? 15ch {His mm or u; tic window had been the fr!“ nt 3001. George had cut steps up the! burrow. and the Bax-tonal» ’the tmastel,’ remarked, were ’,‘. ‘ .pos . ,, The chimnr ' m 30¢er ‘ . k» . had been sph nth pieces -ept or the purp se, so that °“ t!" t chad h ' 1 th .e op rea t e s ace 0 o 38 Snow! and as George had Biled a domestic are under the snow. (1th entire male population had dug the Bax-tons out, as in previous winters, the operation consisting in begin- riing a shoot 50 feet from the front of the house, or where it was sup- posed to be, and sinking a burrow or shoot at an angle of 45 de in the direction of the secon story. I t took some time to accomplish this after the last storm, but finally the miners reached the attic window, giving a rousing cheer as Mrs. Barâ€" ton and her son agfgenred t3 we? LUV-now..â€" v...â€" file in the Barién home as in any house in the place 20 or more feet under the mow. wuv- â€"-v w- _ But there is a skeleton in every household, it is saidnnd in the Bar- ton home it we: pride and debt. The elder Bartén had left a mort- gage on the house, which‘wu soon to expire, and the mortgagee wished the money. He had in the city, 500 miles distant, and did not care for I Q. Q‘, A- risk vb -ro the «Em-i m litblo to be ME benenth 8 foot of snow, as both Plumag an§ Siam counties D. W‘ - -â€" wero‘ {imam Vic;â€" Em mortals. George Button hid not n able to ~â€" ‘-_ AL- â€"A-II_ CVVIOV _wâ€" _ save eno h mono for the mort- gugo. Ar nnchee ad covered the mince and kept him from work. Then one night in returning home he could not find the ehoot end had wandered 0! and when dlecovered was badly frozen. It wee the cuetom in the allege for the miner-e when going to work to plant a etofl with a ru streamer at the entrance of the e oote, eo,thnt they could find their homes if n etorm come u But the wind had blown Burton e flog down. UV"... Then there was another trouble. For a number of years George Bar- ton had been a contestant in the ski races which are the principal amuse- ment of the peeple of these counties of California in winter, but in every one he had been defeatedâ€"more, humiliated, as twice, unable to con- trol his long legs, he had at first wabbled, then slipped and gone down the slide upon his back amid the roars of laughter and gibes of the crowd of spectators. ‘ Iva-av v-v.._ -v 7‘ “The funniest thing about it,” reâ€" marked the storekeeper, “is that George thinks he can ride and al- ways lays it to his skis or the ‘dope.’ But, bless your heart, asman might, jest as well try to ride on stilts as them legs of his’n. They ain’t built for skiin. The (1 make ‘a good skid for a bridge. y, how he did tan- gle up. legs and arms all in knots! Why don’t some of you chaps tell him nature didn’t intend him to ride skis ?” “Why don’t you‘tell him ?" retogt- ed a listener, laughing._ cu a» JEDCHCJ.’ ‘““-°“wb. “W aal, it ain’t my business, and I get heaps of fun out of him, but it’s the truth, he ain’t got any sense.” “He’s entered for next week,” said one of the group. “What for -â€"- the sweepstakes?” asked the storekeeper. “Y on bet I” was the reply. “Hols ot some ‘do e’ that’s like 'ghtning, an you can’t get the se- cret out of him with a team of wild horses. Gus Lindberg oflered him $10 for a cupful, but he wouldn’t look at him, and he’s given it out that he expects to win.” “He’ll win if the prize is for ty- ing his legs into knots,” laughed the storekeeper. “He can’t equal the time he went to Miss Bates’ party and slipped at the head of their shoot. 'It was 75 feet if it was a foot, and he went sliding down like a log of redwoodâ€"a mile a minute. The front door was shut, and he struck it feet first and landed right in the party, his legs all in knots.” ‘ Thehki races had been announced for a week, and Long Barton had entered. The grand prize was $250, and he believed he could win it. But on the morning of the event his mother made some excuse for _re- maining home and was the only wo- man in the hamlet not present at the races. She could .not bear to witness his defeat. The course was on the slopes of the Sierras, a splen- did hill 2,000 feet long, slippery as glass, and of so sharp an‘angle that a man could not asceqd it, and once on it with skis, it was a race like the wind for nearly half a mile, then out on to a gradual slope into the valley, Where the little village lay buried. on hand at the top of the glassy slide, while an admiring crowd of men, women and girls looked on. The curious Norwe an snowshoes, which were ht ng,fonr mam WEMM Every town or village in,le and Sierra counties at any preten- sions had a ski club, and "many. of the members were experts who had performed wonderful feats, and for this race the pick of eVery_ club was as it :e-s 'fiéésible "to bresthe N such speed. end the slightest swerve would send them on the trsck. From the side the scene wee s frightful one, es it w herd to believe that human beings could preserve their position end not he deshed to pieces under such extreme velocity. But the line swept on, e few of the rscers surging eheed. Hell my down. end (out no in edvsnce. two-thirds. end one tellfigurg is lending. . , ---ALD__ vuv "I- - It in Long Barton. Ho in rushing with the opood of ll ht. Tho now “dope” to co in h In on to victo- ry. Ho know t; o tooth woro oot; hh hurt 1m in hlo mouthâ€"tho goo! no juot ohood. Thou sono- thing hopponod. Ho oworvod o ton ofonlnoh3o ooooiloo caught tho channel of lo pollohod old, hopo, ond tho next oooond the ' o o! noon mhod llko the wind by o figure rollin our and over, its logo, arm: on long okio seeming! ton led in o hopeleu knot. an 1 oot” had lost again, and the Ian laughter and giboo of tho‘spectatqro'ring‘in his euro as, , AL - I.-LL-_ ing them, walked over the snow md was lost to sight in the shoot thnt led to his home. That night, as was the custom, there was a ball, and at the earnest wish of his mother Long Barton went. But he took no part in the entertainment and sat by the stove and watched the merrymakers, knowing well that he was the butt of them all. Late at night, while he still looked on, a crowd gathered at the door around a man who had just arrivedâ€"Reel Sheey, the stage driver. “H ope you folks has extra splices on your chimneys and flags out,” he said. “It’s banked 50 feet at Ev- ans, and the 30 foot magks on the wâ€"â€", wâ€"_ ines are covered, and it’s snowing 'ke it will never stop. But that’s not what I come for,” he continued, unrolling a bundle, blanket after blanket, and roducing a baby that looked up at t e men with a wonder- ”18.33.“: . . . _â€"° UWV - V “A baby!” they shouted in chorus, and half a dozen arms reached for the child. vâ€"v v‘ “Hold on, boys,”,said‘the driver; “business first. This is Jim Gray- son’s baby. His wife died last night, and he’s flat on his back. The cow was killed in the snow, and there ain’t any milk in this town but this,” and the old driver held up a quart bottle. ~“N ow, the doctor says that the 'only thing to save the baby is to get it out where there’s milk. If we don’t, it will starve.” “Why, Ree ,” said the storekeeper in, an awed whisper, “it’s death to tryfghe {neuhfaihs m. such 8 atoms!” H “$07 I told the doctor,” replied the stag e driver, “and I haven’t the nerve to try it. I knoy wlgat it m-_- a man’s life against the kid’s. gt I said I’d state the case. He’s a - comer at Sierra. He got here and can’tget awaz.” _ "I on on. "Elvesâ€"750 miles to milk if it’s’ 3 foot,” remarked a red whiskered miner in the group. “Won’t bread and water do 1’” “It migb ht for some, ”retorted the driver,‘ ut this baby’s not built that way. She wants milk, and she won’t touch anything else. They’ve been trying it for days. Is there any man here that can suggest any- thing?” And the speaker raised his voice. Every miner present knew that it was impossible to get out of the mountains, even if it was n9t_engwâ€" ing, until the snow had settled. Ev- ery one recalled the names and faces of men who had met death trying to cross the sierras in storms, and for a few moments no one answered. Then, as the driver ulled the blan- ket over the little gnre, which he held closer to his breast, a voice said : “Well, if the baby wnnts milk, she’s going to have it; don’t you for- get it,’ boys.” And Long Barton «and. through the Mid all took storm. “Well,” exclaimed Reel Stacey, “I’d hsve picked ‘l‘nnglefoot’ the lest one for such a position. But, boys, we’ve mistoo him. He’s got send, for he’s going to his funeral.” What George Barton said to his mother no one knew. Time was the essence of this transaction, and in s very short while he came up the shoot clad in his furs, the baby wrapped in a fur bag which was slung under his sun. He carried his stefl in his hand, s'revolver in his pocket for wolves, and on his booted est were the skiswhich the indom- Eenble “dope" hsd polished so that e etrode up the little volley, hearing htheoenter,vith£henlho the dorm. movcled, tremblin with Inlenchel on either side on in en hour attack the at ’ forest. Hehewthetreumflforfln staff he mode e npi slide, reeching the bottom 9! the 99,911 safely in . "vvvâ€" 'â€" ;"few eeoonde. ind title m t6 be his cadenceâ€"climbing end elld- lag. e next hlll wee eo eott that he m bruthlng herd when he reached half we . Then he felt e bemble e name eel thrill end the entire aide of the monutel'n eeomed to ve fly, and be m curled irre- bly down on the wins: 0! en ev- elenohe. He nude deepente etrug- eeendb emlreclek tneu'the pendeltumuch lebg dug him- eel! out. It had step snowing as he started down t 0 can on, now slid- ing, now leaping, the amour “dope” carryinfilhim well and fast. From a deep v ey he must climb the next range, but when he waa half way up the anow began to fall again, and he became bewildered. He could not see the stars and would have to trust to luck. 80 he swung himself over the divide and rushed down the slope, Another range to climb, and ‘ ‘I L-â€" LL- __.:..2 “v v“ â€"â€"v'â€"-_ 7 s it mowed, and later the wind rose and tossed the snow aloft in great spectral wraith: that looked to his distorted vision like shrouds. But that warm bundle so close to his heart gave him courage, and he _. - 1 I , S I.“ L-‘unn‘:nn He made some descenta that equaled the famous race course, narrowly ea- caping trees and rocks, holding one arm about the bundle, patting it as he heard fitful cries. Again he was caught in an avalanche, reac ' the bottom waist deep in snow, the by almost buried. It was now da light, and after digging his feet out e an. rolled the bundle and, protecting it, gave the baby a ration of the milk, which had kept warm against his body. It looked wonderingly at him the while, and George, who knew very little about babies, made up h'n ' dthatitmustbeaverygood natured one. this was the beginning of the end. But on be pressed until the after- noon, when the baby cried, and he stopped to give it the remainder of the milk, looking It the little {see with red and desperate eyes. 0n he went again, now running, now limp- ing, plunging down the slopes until he began to experience a strange oppression, as though a band of iron was about his head. Then he seem. edtobeathome,andhetriedtoask his mother to take the baby. He suddenlfiopped, tremb ° realip .ing that ' ,mind was not ear, and dashed snow u n his forehead. Then he rush on'again like a ‘madman. how mény ranges he had M He had forgotten how many rang? He did not realize how we: was until he startedn ganglia he found that his 001: had been twisted and he was lune. The cold 7:: increasing, the snow was finer md filled his eyes, and he felt the} How far he went no one knows to this day, but it had been many miles in the wrong direction, when, with a wild laugh, which frightened those who heard. it, Long Barton unsl a bundle and plunged into a ha buried wickiup, from the top of which sparks were rising. The men reached for their firearms at si ht of the gigantic and wild eyed figure. but the squaw, laying her papoose among the blankets, with unerring instinct caught the bundle from the hands of the falling man, and Jim Greyson’s baby was saved. As for “Tanglefoot” Barton, due of the half breeds, who came in to the vil- lage from another wickiup and who understood English, said he was clean ofihisheadand tho the had won a raceâ€"Charles I. inNewYorkEmiImPat. - Advertise fin The 'Watchnnn-Wudorg ”m m- ount. Ho rolled it 06v ' the Inga driver L 03. on he pulled on ca and, followed by the m oor, went out into the Lu LUU “WP cried, and he remainder of be little face eyes. On he 3g, now limp- e slopes until ce a strange L band of iron 'hen he seem- .e tried to uk 1e baby. He iblin realize not c ear, and ii: torched. again like a one knows to m many miles .vhen, with a ghtened those when unsl lintoa l the top 0! ng. The men - ms at si t of l eyed ; hfir papoose wit unerring mile from the nan, and Jim nana A. ‘n’ él Organs Repaired lam. modulfi-«mmâ€"uu. mg}: 3"" flame»: and Horse Goods .mm on our: side. Md bug-Inn on sum-am. Owing m "our. luflu to be done to our Moro w m compelled to dikpuun of our «our. amok More the am at April. Porno- mung o good horn-II. robe. boll. or bucket... it you to all and input. our mac. nut-yam (“mowed um Ember 1!. col! ohm (or an». Rudd Harness Co, HERB. _.__(.__Q1TLE, Mgr. W. FLAVELLE, President WQWQQ ”a“ § Doheny 810 k. . - Kent-st» LINDSAY mmWM HONEY T0 LOAN on farm and town property at. lowest. current ratea. repayable in term to suit. borrowers. Partiee in town may W or bum! and repay on the monthly plan. by paying 1; little more ordlnu‘y rent each month your home Noumea your own in n few 5' Our rates are much lone than any octane company and the advantw dealing with a homo company is apparent to every one. Office 9 an. to $.80 pm. every lawful xlay‘ SALTâ€"Windsor 300 lb. barrels, ordinary fine - coarse Land Salt, 2001b; sacks, Dairy Salt» packages of all sizes. ‘ LAND PLASTERâ€"zoo 'lb. cotton bags, Oil Caka ~Lin§eed Mail, Herbageum, etc This is 3 good time to get these heavy goods home while the sleighing is good. éucARs BY" THE BARREL-«It wil pay you to come here and er . quire our prices. FISHâ€"«Sided or: fresh, we carry a full stockv 3 SEESâ€"Groceries. 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