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ed 'nodord 5 " 01 be take: ack Corbis stood on the jpot, holding his half closed over the bowl of his yet un- pipes with a half-adwiring, pbtfal expression on his hand. valier's face. 'Well--I'll be par-war'd I! he said finally and ively as he drew a match across it of his overalls. "The young that as if he really was a-goin' the crowd on us---@ringos, and fiien an' Greacers an' Injuns-- vestand. Wall I doan' know ke that ; come now, hang we if P¢ We'll make's miner of that ie dey, sure's taxes. 't have all the men, mind ye, There's that job down to the 4 cross, cuts got to be fixed to- LAI right, now, Master Bell'; lgive you a. show, or my name Jack Corbis, nor never was I' Shouldering his pick, the captain tine walked away with a heavy jowards the shaft, grambling to "between the puffs of his pipe. the time Bell had = reached the at the foot of the Cotera [range f confidence." Like most intelli- He n of & quick, "ery the us témper, sides of & successful. ican officers, which he had resolved to accomplish "that day, was the most difficult problem to solve without exciting mach personal animosities as as might lead to bloodshed, and it was chiefly on this point that he was going to ask Garcia's advice. When Bell entered the office Don Jose-Maria rose from his desk and greeted him warmly; then he led him across the orange-planted courtyard into his private room. 'Deign to enter this, yourown house, Senor Bell, and allow me to ask permission to absent myself a few moments--yes Meanwhile you will throw off the heat of the sun. I send some refreshments at once.' . Within a few minutes he returned, drew up his chair, and, crossing his his hands over his waistcoat, said in his low carressing voice. 'Well, Don. Jose, what can I do to serve you to- day? w Bell told him the story in détail, wondering the while' whether this pol- ite little man, with features of femin- ine delicacy and besuty and soft, dark ved iron lines shéne boldly above thé eyes, could really : be the same Garcia whose bravery and ferocity had * be: come legendary in the district: It ow | seemed impossible and yet ab times, f | notwithstanding the pleasant: éxpres- brilliant, Jose, allow mc toy & word tomy brother, who is standing under the portico, and I am with you in ten min- utes" When Bell was out of earshot Garcia ; beckoned = to his brother, th® doctor, and after a short 'good day' he said to him: ¢ Donot go out to-night, Alfonso, 'and keep a couple of mules saddled after seven. You may be wanted at the Contera; but say no- thing about it, please' Then he fol- lowed his guest into the dining-room. It wasnearly four O'clock' when, having shaken hands for the last time with Don Jose Maria, Bell turned his face homeward. The great heat of the day was past, and a gentle breéze blew through the shivering foliage of the poplars. and lifted the feathery branches of the sabinas that undelated lazily, like' delecate seaweed floating back and forth on each wave-lap. The sun was low, and long blue shadows lay across the red soil of the road. In the distance the mountain tops stood out in strong :blue-and-purple dashes | against the fainter, whitish blue of tho sky, while 'the nearer the rugged peaks quest the ministers very ge complied. Among those who ceased to peay for the Queen was the Rev. Dr. Wightman of Kirkmahoe, a man, much beloved in his parish, and greatly respected By the public in general.-- One market day happening so meet with daft Jock Gordon on the public streets of Dumfries the following dia- logue was overheard : 'Guid day, Jock; how are ye the day ¥ Z +0, gaylie weel, Doctor ; how are ye yersel'! Man, they tell me ye dinna « pray for the Queen noo ; is that true? * It's quite trye, Jock, quite true ; I'm afraid she's no a goid woman." 'Dear me, dear me," replied Juck, * I'm a puir daft man, and maybe ken nde better; but I aye thocht thatthe wanr a body gas they wanted praying for the mair.' The 'doctor walked silently away looking as if he had been heisted on his own petard.' » Have you a Cough? Take Wison's Wild Cherry. Have you a Cold? Take Wilson's Wild Cherry. | Have you Bronchitis? Take Wilson's Wild Cherry. of banks, of barren rock, stripped With gaveyou Asthma? Take Wilson's Wild Cherry. slight wist that wes beginning to form at their base,' The wide plain, studded with round, foll-topped trees, and sur- rounded. | by the : fantastioally shaped 'a pi¢ of rare coloring ; like' all tropical scen- of itd lack of ani- men. it Bell vould: not extent been Have youaOsld in theHead? Take Wilson's Wild Cherry The Old Reliable Onmre for all diveases of the 'Throat, Chest and Lungs. Sold by all druggists. ey An _ Irishrean on weighing his pig exclaimed, 'It does not weigh so much as I expected, and I never thought it would.' : r 83 What _ is the ee bet is--it is anything you get. from yi father or mo. replied ¢