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"The least wish of the Marchioness of Ferndale is law to her obedient and humble servant, Henry Bertram," . he says. Jeanve puts hber arm around his neck. "Foolish boy! Good boy. too! Mind, not a word to anyone. You will see that Lady Lucelle will meet you 28 & perâ€" feet stranger." "But why should she?" says Hal, puâ€" sled and curious. “Ididnothi?tobe ‘mshamed of that afternoon. _ mdisn’s med and Cunrmils. 2P 0 PRETT CCCE ashamed of that afternoon. I_ didn‘t pitch her horses down, did 1‘ Well, I ‘don‘t care; let it be as yoUu like. Here‘s some of them coming down. Ic‘s Vaneâ€" where are you going?‘" for Jeanne has moved away toward the stairs. c 2s Toreotten something," she She is beautifully dressed, notwithâ€" standing the rapidity with which her toilet has been accomplished, and Hal scans her with frank and proud admiraâ€" tion. "You‘ve got it wrapped up in one of vour boxes, I suppose." says Hal; "you can keep it there. By the way, Jen," he "Saved them all for you, zou bad boy," she says, pressing his arm; "and now tell me all you have been doingâ€"everything, mind !" And she puts up her white hand to smooth his hair from his forchead. Hal avoids her eyes. "Ask Bell," he says. "He has kept 2 diary, and will be only too delighted to sport it, and divulge all my misdoings. Hadn‘t you better tell me what you‘ve been up to since we parted?" Jeanne laughs softly, but it is her turn to droop her eyes. "I havean‘t kept a diary, and can‘t reâ€" member," she says, with an assumed levity. "Besides, it would take days to tell you of all the places we‘ve been to and all we‘ve seen." "You‘ve been enjoying yourself, anyâ€" way*" inquires Hal. "Yes, oh, yes," says Jeanne, amiling, but veryâ€"very faintly, and smothering a sigh; "as happy as the day is long; isn‘t that the phrase?" do you like your new place, Jen, take it altoget her *** Jeanne langhs, "Take it altogether," she replies, ‘‘t is not a bad one." "I should think not," he says, emphatâ€" ically. "I wonder some of the women folk haven‘t poisoned you out of envy. And Vane!t How is the old boy:" "You wmust ask him," she says. "I have," says Hal. "and of course he says: ‘Quite well.‘ But he looks rather chippy. _ You haven‘t reached that stage of matrimony when the crockery is thrown about, have you* Really too early for that, 1 suppose®*" § "Rather too early, Hal," says Jeanne; but though she laughs, her lips grow firm, and her face hardens, so to speak, with sudden reserve. "That‘s all right," says Hal, cheerfully. "And now tell me all about aunt and uncle," says Jeanne. "I heard from aunt the day before we startedâ€"" "Then 1 can‘t toll yon any rews." says Hall. "Old BRell hears every week,. and sends home also a weekly report in which my il} deeds are plainly and urâ€" mercifully set forth. When did you see the Lambtons last*" Jeanne thinks a moment, quite necessarily. "You must mean Lady Lucelle," savs carelessly. "Yes, that‘s the name. _ Well, I‘ve an impression that I‘ve seen her be :ml can‘t think where. Have i ep * "George! Of course! Now I rememâ€" ber! That‘s the woman,‘ of course! O5, I say, Jeanne, do you remember the way she talked to that miserable coachkroan of hers? T must remind her of our former meetingâ€"â€"" Jeanne looks up with vague aiarm. "Iâ€"â€"Hal," she says, gravely: "I don‘t think Lady Lucelle will care to be reâ€" mindedâ€"I meanâ€"Hal, don‘t say ansâ€" thing about it to her orâ€"to any one." Her voice is so changed. her face «o {;:EVe and anxious, that Hal stops in walk and stares at her. "What‘s the matter* Why not?" he asks very reasonably. Jeanune srmiles. "Because she may not care to be re: minded of it. andâ€"because I wish it." â€""But, why *" asks Hal. staring. "What‘s "Ah," says Hal, concisely, "been doing the grand marchioness, at ‘our place, surprising the county, and all that, eh, Jen?* George! some of them must have been surprised at such a bit of a girl being the Marchioness of Ferndale. How in@ downâ€"" "When we were at Ferndals," says Jeanne. "Maud and Georgina sent their kindest love to vou," adds, suddenty, "who is that tall, fair woman, with the golden hair whom you have brought with you?" _ & | [ "You haven‘t lost any of looks, Jen," he says. All the brightness leaves Jeanue‘s face "Yos," she says, "you have." "I thought sof Where?" Jeanne fans herself slowly. "Do vou remember a earriage breakâ€" ib it s in gam on alinr i maatorcrmermms stho essm elits........... 2. 2 Ceylon Tea is, beyond all question, a better; fresher and purer tea than any other. Sold in lead packets only at 40¢, 50¢ or 6Goc per pound. By all/ grocers. . Highest Award St. Lonis 1an. '. » w,.ofag_hqwcbold servants go it, then," says &L_‘:‘l‘t"llh:‘ re LOVE AND A TITLE i aeo Well, I‘ve got scen her before, Have i met says Jeanne, . _ "It‘sâ€"it‘s t us say.. At â€" in this matâ€" vour un she man is a machine which requires and wpi_ous Oilé-ng“:,lv u3 Â¥ a s = 5Brxn'o, Hal!" says Lord Nugent, who at once has recognized Hal as a kindred spirit, and has altogether declined _ to call him "Mr. Bertram." "Well balâ€" anced and cMrlLdelivered. You‘ll be in the woolsack before you are my age, if you don‘t take care." 4 ° HMal sticks his bands in his pockets and stares ‘nfter them, unconscious of the entrance of Peli, who stands behind him, looking afier the departing couples with a blinking and thoughtful gaze. "Thank heaven‘t" exclaims Hal, some time afterward, when dinner is about half ~throughâ€""thank heaven," he _reâ€" peats, devoutly, and with a sigh of reâ€" lief, "that you brought your cook with you, Vane! at least, I presume you have done se, from the fact that not one of the dishes present the appearance of having been cooked ir oil. _ The amount of oleaginous matter poor Bell and _ I have consumed since we have been in this great and glorious country is simâ€" ply appalling. _ Some one, I believe, complimented me upon my adiposity. I feel that it is but just to state that any additional fat I have put on is not due to an easy conscience or a mirthful temâ€" perament, as some may suppose, but to the vast quantities of butter, lard and oil which 1 have consumed." There is a general laugh. _ Jeanne, nest to whom he is sitting, pats his "You are stouter, Hal." "Quite so," he says gravely. _ "The fault I have just mentioned is the only one 1 have to put on record against this excellent nation. â€" They are polite, upâ€" right, just, sober and discreet, but they labor under the mistaken notion that "Give us some more, Hal," says Vane, with his old good natured laugh. "I am all miet&eto learn Mr. Berâ€" tnn’lx.?ilion of German -ode:{.” says y Lucelle, turning to him with her soltest and most enticing amile. change comes over her face; it grows set and cold, with a reserve so marked that even Hal notices it. Vane has not seen them yet, ard Hal, watching him, sees that he, too, is changed. f CHAPTER XxvIHIT Hal is not a stndent of physiognomy, but he is corscious that Vane‘s face has undergone a change. It is as handsome as of yore, as it is as noble and highâ€" bred looking; his figure is as stalwart, looks even straighter and more comâ€" manding in the plain evening dress; it is in the face that the change is observâ€" able. He looks, as Hal puts it to himâ€" self, as if he were restlcss and unsatisâ€" fied about something, and was trying to hide it beneath a studied calm and serenâ€" ity. Jeanne‘s face lightens, and she turns to him with a smile. "It is all too charming," said Lad Lucelle; as she speaks, she looks at Hn{ "Mr. Bertram," says Vane, with a wave of the hand by way of introducâ€" tion: "my brotherâ€"inâ€"law." Lady Lucelle holds out her hand with a charming smile, and with a nod half of recognition: _ mt ces Hal sticks his bands and stares ‘after them, the entrance of Beli, wh him, looking afier the d with a blinking and tho "How do you do, Mr. Bertram*t _ 1 suppose you know the castle by heart ; I really envy you. Do show me someâ€" thing more of it, Lord Ferndale." And she puts her hand on his arim. "With pleasere." says Vane, and he moves away with her. "Suppose we venture on a voyage of discovery, Lady Ferndale." says Lord Lane, offering his arm. "It‘s more than half the fan finding things out for one‘s it . RUm discovery, Lady Ferndale." says Lord Lane, offering his arm. "It‘s more than half the fan finding things out for one‘s self, don‘t you think: Aarways think it‘s a bore being cicerozed over a place; like geing over the Tower, you know." Jeanne iaughs, and they go off toâ€" «ether. J i § As he eatches sight of them standing there, he smiles, and his face grows brighter, but there is still the air of watchful reserve aud foreed calm. Hal looks from onre to the other, from Jeanne‘s lovely face. with its new and sudden stiliness, to the Highâ€"bred gravity of Vane‘s. "Well, Hal," says Vane, "have you made acquaintance with all the resources of Forback? We shall look to you as guide, mentor and friend in all our pasâ€" times. What about the fishing? And there ought to be a boar or two in the forest. Not tried theim yat? It was kind of you to wait until we came. We‘ll have a day as soon as possible, and try and get some sport." A "CGive the thanks where they are due,! countess," he says; "I had no hand iu! the ordering of things." "It is a fine old place.". said Lord | Lane, "and your man hasn‘t forgotten | a detail. _ Lady Ferndale, you might | keep up state in the good old fashion, ! if you likedâ€"armed retainers and henchâ€" ; men and all that sort of thing." I What did it mean?t Before he can arâ€" rive at any conjecture, there is the rustle of a woman‘s dress on the stairs, and a soft, languid voice says: "Are you there, Lord Ferndale? Here are Lord Lane and 1 dying to see more of this enchanted castle! _ Your majorâ€"domoâ€"what a delightful man!tâ€" was right. _ ‘The upper part of this roâ€" mantic place surpasses even the other grand rooms. _ 1 was noever so sumptuâ€" ously housed, and I give you warning that it you have treated all of us as you have treated me, we shall never leave you, as â€" Mr. Micawber says." Vane bows. All this was very well, but there was the change still. Not a word had he spoken to Jeanne, and there she stood slowly fanning horself, with the air of a proud iady receiving company. 2rM P eeeie s o SS in n ie [chlgt e Mem o a * C es .8 Hp "You‘re a bad boy. HMal," she says, "leading me into mischief the very first night. Come on, then. Where‘s a shawl, or something* This will doâ€"I don‘t know whose it is. Now, then, quick!" "It‘s a dlong way up." says Jeanne, panting laughingly, for she has taken two steps at a time. **But how lovely! What a height! Now, Hal, be the showâ€" man, and tell me what are all the places I can see. Begin at the church; and don‘t blow all the smoke this wayâ€"they wil! think I have been having a pipe, and a strong one, too." . . ... > Hal does as he is told, in every way, and they pass mround the tower. â€" y And he leads her by a smaller stone staircase to the tower. and the s mround the tower. “Goody ll::;,” says Jeanne. â€" ‘But you have left out that large white placeâ€"the most important of all. "Oh, so I have." says Hal. with feigned careleasnesss. ‘"That‘s the Villa Verona." "Italian‘" says Jeanne. "Who lives "Well. I haven‘t got one in my poeket," interrupts Jeanne. "Don‘t be impertinent, miss, or T leave you: and you‘ll be sorry when 1 tell you that I‘ve got the key of the round tower, that it‘s a splendiferous nightâ€"a new moornâ€"and that I‘m going up there to smoke." y "To the moon*" To the tower, stupid! and you may come with me,. if you like." Jeanne laughsâ€"but wistfully. "And leave them all?" and she makes a move toward the drawingâ€"room, brilâ€" Nant with its lights, which are reflected by the diamonds in her hair. "It‘s not to be done, you audacious boy!â€" You forâ€" get that l‘m the hostess!" ‘"Come on." says Hal. "they won‘t miss you, you‘re too sinall!" "Tall as you are!" "Besides, the men will be coming in directly, and then for certain the women won‘t eare whether you"are there or at Jericho. Come along. for just a few minâ€" utes," Jeanne cast another wistful glance hesitates, and is lost. And, wz}n her old, lightâ€"hearted laugh. she springs up the stairsâ€"the old Jeanne of Newton Regis. is your opinion of the fairâ€"of our sex â€"over here,, Mr. Bertramt" _ bt Hal, elready the color of a damask rose, grew u& redder under this direct "Don‘t know," hé“;alry:. "I‘m not a ‘lady‘s man, Lady Lucelle." â€" â€" Onee she asks a servant for something â€"for some wire for Halâ€"and the man does not hear; but Clarence has heard, and repeats the request. Again. in tellâ€" ing Hal of some incident on the journey. she forgots the name of a hotel. Clarence, whom ro one would have suspected lisâ€" tening, instantly, but quietly. us csaes her with it. "Well, what is it?"" she says, coming out to him: ‘have yoit had enough wine? where are the others?" "Still at itâ€"not at the wine," says Hal, "butâ€"the cackle. That member of Parliament you brought with you has got ‘em on to politics, and they seem likeiy to go on worrying that subject till midnight. If there‘s anything 1 hate, it‘s politiecsâ€"â€"â€"" "But you shouldn‘t run away and leave them," says Jeanne, laughing. "Would you have me to fly to the drink?" demands Hal, with mock severâ€" ity. "Seriously.‘if 1 stayed there I should have beenvdriven to drown my senses of hearing in the red port, and, besides, I want a pipe." "Poor Bell!" says Jeanne, glancing at that gentleman, who is deeply engaged in a discussion on the political prospects of Pomerania with a member of Parliament, but who looks across at her. as if he diâ€" vined she was looking toward him, and smiles timidly. He does not stare at her, but he keeps a constant, and yet covert, watch, on her every look and word. If she speaks to him, which she does sometimes, he has no cceasion to turn his head or ask her to Lane + reepat ber observation, for he has quite obviously been attending to her, and watching for the chanee of her addressâ€" ing him. At such times his face seems to alter, and his eyes to brightenâ€"not noâ€" ticeably, perhaps, but the change inde{inâ€" ably takes place. "Come down," says Hal; "that‘s the wrong wavy." 4 "He is evidently a keen observer; what oo oo e eE dn eR Semeree ‘fi'd," says Jeanne, when the laugh has somewhat subsided, "where did you Jearn the art of repartee? You have got quite brilliant! _ I am quite proud of you, you clever. wicked boy. _ Poor Mr. Bell! what a life he must lead with youâ€"!” Ms N9 B % He is like a faithful and atiached dog, whose whole being is fixed smmz us iss terâ€"or his mistressâ€"ani s j o woiis anxâ€" jously, and yet not ©zgsizcly. for a word from her. s No one notices this. asd retâ€"â€"yes, one person does. and he is "Oid Bell." Hali an hour after the ladies have leit for the drawingâ€"oom»m,. Hal puts ns head around the door of that apartment, and having with great difficuity attractâ€" ed Jeanne‘s aitentim,. beckons to her myxsteriousiv. "Poor Mr. Bell," says Hal, "leads a tolerable life; hbe likes oily dishes, and we keep out of each other‘s way as much as we can. . Besidesâ€"don‘t tell everyâ€" body, for it‘s a secret!â€"he‘s keeping a diary. which he means to publish under the title of ‘A Bearâ€"leader in Gemnny.’ I‘m the bear, you know. _ Of course I‘m obliged to be very civil, you know, beâ€" cause he keeps the purse; besides, I haven‘t the least notion of their money â€"there‘s a different coinage at every other town or soâ€"and 1 can‘t reâ€" member _ what _ they ~ represent. _ I paid for what 1. bought myself unâ€" til Bell discovered that I had given a man something like five and sixpence for fourpenny worth of plums, and then he undertook the exchequer." t ~*Btrange." she says; "I never heard for our sex, but I had to discover that one of your sex declare his indifference he was an incorrigible flirt. I‘m hbalf afraid that you have left a long trail of z)roken hearts right through the counâ€" rty." ME "It‘s Mr. Bell‘a fault if we have," siys Hal, with affected innocenc«; "I left him to pay the hotel bills." smiles, and nods at him encourâ€" esnt e n rtaret ht Some of the passengers who were atâ€" tracted by the repeated ringing and the furore _ in front were considerably amused. â€" Others, being in more hurry, sympathized with the motorman. Was the driver‘s destination the Battery ? It was suggested that a missile of some kind be obtained to rouse him from his slumbers. The motorman was in a quandary. There was even a look of desâ€" pair in his eyes as he turned round to pair in his eyes as he turned round to gaze on the impatient passengers. The obstruction continued to block his way for half a mile or more. Just as the motorman was waving his hand in the direction of a policeman, all other vocal and mechanical resources failing him, spoed. Nearer anud louder than before the ringing again _ resounded. â€" Then a vociferous shout was heard, but not by the driver, Were he stone deaf he could not look more unconcerned as his wagon jogged along. Gong! gong! and another ebullition, but of no avail. the wagon suddenly swurg to the left. The driver as he vanished out of sight, still smoking his pipe, was apparently in blissful ignoranc of the threatening storm that had been guthered behind him.New York Herald. TAKING IT EASY. It happened during the rush hours of the morning. The scene was on the street car tracks, where incidents of the kind are frequent, but in a less aggraâ€" vated form. . A wagon jogging along slowly got in the way of a street car heavily laden with passengers. . The driver in charge of it was intently lookâ€" ing before him, and, save that he was smoking a pipe, seemed to have been lost in a reverie. The motorman vigâ€" orously asserted his right of way. 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About your ageâ€"oh, younger; [ about my age, I suppose. Pretty ? isn‘t : the name for her; she‘s perfectly love: ly. _ Her eyes are as dark, and, no, don‘t think they‘re blackâ€"with long lashes that sweeg hber cheekâ€"and her hairâ€" you know that picture which Vane showâ€" ed usâ€"of the Italian girl whom he saw at Naples ? Well, that is what the prinâ€" cess is like! And fancy, Jeanne! she j lives all alone with the old man, her : father, who burns a lamp in daylight, and sits day and night poringhover conâ€" spiracies and plots, alone with him and a woodenâ€"faced do!! as her companion! And sheâ€"the princess, I meanâ€"is like â€"likeâ€"like a flower, all life and brightâ€" ness, excepting sometimes, and there she is shut up like a beautiful wild bird in a cage!" A theree They must be ~our "What delightfully republican indifferâ€" emetoahgleâ€"onlyupfiml And is he married, and has he any sons 1".,.. "No," says Hal. "Pll have another . l 3 * sEives there ‘all‘ alone (in that)‘big! place ?" says Jeanne. :"Poor fellow." "There‘s a daughter," says Hal. > "You saidâ€"â€"" "There were no sons," l_ll{: Hal, dor, gedly, "nor are there. re is only one child, the Princess Verona." _ I ing at "Oh, only an â€"Italian gentlemanâ€" Prince Verona." > "A princess! â€" Have you seen her, Hal + What is she like ?1" He says it too carelessly; Jeanne, womanâ€"like, grows instantly curious. "Omy = a prince!" ~Aaughs Jeanne. y> SMILING BABIES. USEFUL HINTS. (To be continued.) ONTARIO ARC TORONTO G2 ond «â€" More than half the disease in the world is caused by bad bloodâ€"wesk .; d poisoned by impuritie., Bafl j aches and backaches, the lumbago and 'rhmsfls-. the neuralgia and sciatica, the debility and biliousness and indigesâ€" tion, the paleness and fl-‘ln and all the disfiguring skin disease like eczema, ' that show how impure the blood um:ll! is. 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My appetite began to imâ€" prove, and my food to dige:st better. 1 iised the pills for a couple of months and I was well, Now l am always ready for my meals, and I can eat anything, and all the credit is due to Dr. Williams‘ Pink Pills. 1 keep the pills in the house all the time, and I occasionaly take a few as a precaution. I can bonestly adâ€" vise all dyspeptics to use this medicine, as I am sure it will cure them as it did me." "‘First entry â€" Tim Whitsett?" shouted the sheriff. The crowd cheered faintly. ‘Whitset was a bully and had few friend:. ‘There was a pause, Then there arose a general spicker, which graduaily swelled to m great roar of laughter. A hundred ingers were pointed at the queer, insignificant figure that was now seen approaching the judge‘s stand. ‘Then they began to hoot him. It was the stranger. With his loose cont removed, his thinness and @warlâ€"like stature were ludicrously accentuated. Pausâ€" ‘‘Fellow citizens, the following contest is to be for the championship of San Marcial county and a prize of $100 in gold. It is open to all comers. The rules are as folâ€" lows: â€" Each man must empty four â€" sixâ€" shooters, which are to be drawn from the holsters and fired. ‘Two holsters are to be worn at the belt and one under each armâ€" pitâ€"and each brace of pistols is to be put back in its holsters before the second brace is fired. In deciding the points, the numâ€" ber of shots in the target, and the time taken to put them there will both be countâ€" ed. 1 am now ready to receive entries." _A burly, redfaced rarcher slouched ou: of the crowd, and, stepping up to the sherâ€" iff, said something to him. . s C h ing a moment, he drew from his poshst a San Marcial was at its best. From the sparsely ‘settied surrounding country cowâ€" boys and ranchersâ€"mauy with their wives and childrenâ€"â€"hbad been straggling in since daylight. Now at noon the street was alise with figures. Lounging in front of San Marcia.‘s three saloons in evenly numbered groups were about thirty ranchers and vaquerosâ€"whites, Mexicans and Indiaus. Nearly as many borses were tethered to the scrub oaks at the side of the road. The stranger iu San Marcial walked thoughtfuly up (the street and stopped a moment before the saloon that looked most promising. (Then gripping his satchel firmâ€" ly, he walked in. The place was crowded with noisy, demonstrative fellows. Some were drioking at the bar, others were playâ€" ing cards n!i the back of the room, the rest were standing around the big barre‘!â€" shaped stove. As the stranger entered ther» was a momentary bush which he could not but notice. The placard called it a contest, But as a matter of fact everybody in San Marcial felt pretty certain thut there would be on!y one contestant. Pitted against a goodiy number of menâ€"all more or less not.gd ior their prowess with the pistolâ€"Tim Whitâ€" se‘t had twice given conclusive proo{i of his superiority. For the last two years he bhai carried off the prizeâ€"badly defeating the best of his competitors. As defeat seemed certain, and there was only one prize, no one else now cared to enter the lists, Bu: then San Marcial _ considered _ Whitseit‘s shooting alone worth the seecing. The judge of the contest was po other than Bob Evans, sheriff of the couniy. Mounting the box which bhad been set up against the back of the saloon to serve as the judge‘s stand, be raised bis hand for siience: Reading the signs aright, the stranger walked up to the bar, and putting down a dime, quietly ordered a whiskey. He swaiâ€" lower the fiery stuff with a slight grimace, and was about to leave when he heard some words at his elbow which caused him to keep bis place. The talk at his elbow went on. And as he listened the lines of his goodâ€"natured mouth relaxed broadly and the bright little eyes twinkled. At 2 o‘clock an ocasional straggier might bave been seen entering the vacac; lot beâ€" hind Shield‘s saloon. By 3 o‘clock a crowd of two hundred men had gathered ther». At the far end of the lot were two old army targets, freshly painted white, upon which the great Shields himsel{. chalk in hand, was at this moment piaciag a number of concentric . circles. A large, crudely lesâ€" tered placard placed midway betweer ihe two targets announced that the great pisâ€" tolâ€"shot contest for the chamgionship or San Marcial county and a prize of one bunâ€" dred dollars in gold was to begin at $.30â€" sharp. Give Dr. Williams‘ Pink Pills a fair trial â€" and they will cure you, simply because they make that rich, strong blood that disease cannot resist. . See that you get the genuine pills, with the full name "Dr. Williams‘ Pink Pills for Pale People," on the wapper around every box. You can get them from your medicine dealer or by mail at 50 cents a box or six boxes for $2.50 by writing the Dr. Williams Medicine Co., Brockville, Ont. He whirled about, left the saloon and walked rapidly until he came to his resting place of the night before. Placing hbis satche} carefuly upou the ground he opened it and took out a chamoisâ€"covered package Untying the buckskin strings be unwourd the chamoisâ€"skip wrapping . until four suâ€" perb pistols became visible. They were of the finest workmanship, the barrels lorg and slender. ‘Takin® the guns up affectionâ€" ately the stranger scrutinized every part. lle tested the trigger, the cylinder and tae sight. Then apparentiy satisfied, he reloadâ€" ed each chamber carefully and put the pisâ€" tols back In their wrapping. ‘The loungers gaped at him, sized him up critically, and looked amused. The barâ€" teader indulged in a smile, that was bland, politic, almost imperceptiblc. ‘Those at the bar rested their glasses for a short stare. Then gradually the stranger became less and less an object of interest, until finally he was scarcely noticed. Holding out both hands, with the palm:« downward, hbe regarded them critically. *‘Steady as a rock!" he muttered to himâ€" self, and the little eyes twinkled merrmily from under their halfâ€"closed lids. Can All be Cured by the Use of Dr. Williams‘ Pink Pillsâ€" @OOOO0O040 O0 4400 0042008â€"1084 0 es w ty ~ ~a nitun se‘ "" m ermemiemens # oi I ‘That night Henry Jason, lately of the | Royal _ Amusemnt Company, but better | known to a few seekers after curious inforâ€" | mation as the champion trick pistol shot of the world, lay back contentedly in the | big. padded ‘seat of the southâ€"bound Anâ€" | tonia and Fort Stanton stage. His right I hand rested lightly upon the handle of a | cressy, battered little #atchel. HMis _ left | hand was hidden, but from the ample folds t of his gray overcoat came the faint yet unâ€" | mistakable clink of double eagles.â€"The Arâ€" ! conaut. I s N PR Emt O mm PPResech © ) itsett was laughing immoderately, As; ‘xn he suceedod in reducing bis @rirth‘ to a bros@ smile, he took his place om | | the his hands banging at bis sides, _‘ 1. * oalled the sherii/, watch in | hand. ‘"Fire!" Whitsett‘s bands swept _ swiftly, “‘ mechanically, to the belt holsters. _ The | redâ€"sleeved arms came to an incredibly : quick level and stiffened. Six double reâ€" . ports soundedâ€" and a sprinkling of black | spots showed or the white surface of the : targot. Still smoking, the empty pistols . were flashed into their holsters. Then both ‘ hands flew upward, touched for an instant the shoulders and shot out again. There was a brighkt gleam of steelâ€"and again | came #six rapid double reports. . Whitsett shoved the pistols quickly into the shoulder holsters and swaggered into the backâ€" ground. Since the Boulevard was added Wto Broadway, as it properly should be, Broadway is now the longest, street comâ€"| tained in city limits and actua.ly popuâ€"| lated. Halsted street, in Chicago, Ast theoretically longer than our fourteen. mile Broadway, but the street both gins and ends in the farming -dhhm within the Chicago city limits, . while{ there are houses on Broadway up to the: city line. No street abroad compazes im{ should have a remarkable stimula eifect on travel so that the & tra‘fic would offset the greater expense. Une of the propositions calls for a douâ€" bleâ€"track line with #peeds of 100 miles an hour, which would enable the trip to be made in an hbour and a half, at am expenditure of nearly $30.000,000, and if the speed should be increased to 19% miles an hour, the road and equipment would cost $35,700,000, A si;k track road, with turnâ€"outs at a middle station, according to one proposa, could be built for $16,600000. ‘The mormal traffic at the present time is only about 438,000 mssengers per annum, which at Prm. !‘ah- of farc?'would not be sufficient to warrant the expenditure. . There is, however, another phase of the question which Consu! Mason. in a recent report en the subject, strongly emphasizes, and that is the virile national spirit of the Germans. which bas done so much to keep them in the forefront of indusâ€" trial progress, There is a popular feelâ€" ing that no matter what the cost, Gerâ€" many must be the first to put imto practical realization the lmowhdz.“‘ information obtained from the exper:ments _ which . demonstrated the feasibility of operating trains at a speed of 120 miles an hour, ‘ An aftermath of the historic Berlin« Zossen high speed clectric traction exâ€" periments now â€" several years old, is the publication of the recent bids of the two great electric companies of Gerâ€" many for a high speed electric line beâ€" tween Berlin and Hamburg. This is a distance of about 155 miles, as the crow flies, the country being generally level and well adapted to the construction of a high speed line. The expenditure reâ€" quired, however, is cnormous, and alâ€" most out of reach if the. road were to be made profitable, unless the cntfl down of the time of travel one Again, almost before the _ thoroughly j amazed crowd knew what was taking plut.1 a new pistol glistened in each of Jasou‘t hands. This time only one pistoi flew into| the airâ€"and as it whiried i nthe sunlight» the magician discharged the other twice ini lightningâ€"like succession. Then, llfilr! catching the descending pistol, he emptiod both guss with incredible rapidity _ and| seemingly without aiin. Keturning the pisâ€"| tols to their holsters with the same quick= ness, he leaned coolly against the judge‘s | box. his face as inscrutable as cver, j Then San Marcial weut wild. They ‘U‘ not â€"wait for the scoreâ€"‘mey knew goof shooting when they saw it. ‘They liked &! man, imorcover, and approciated oneâ€"even if he did happen to be a tenderfoot. Wi sett, with a scow! of rage on his bloate£ face, slunk into the crow?¢. He knew he was beatenâ€"knew that San Marcial reâ€"! joiced in his defeat. s d ud "‘Score of "lenry Jason, Sana TranciatQs Time: Eleven and oneâ€"ha‘f seconds,. Tarâ€"w get score: S«ven in the bull‘sâ€"cye; tweiva im the first ring, five in the second. Which, breaks all records!" ‘The sheriff drew him«; self up to his full height, and as soon as the shouts and cheers of the crowd _ had subsided, west on: ‘‘As sheriff of this county, and in beha!l of my fellow citizens., I want to apologize, Mr. Jason, for the shabby way we treated you. And I want, to congratulate you, Mr. Jason on the finest of handling of shooting irons ever : seen in Arizona!" ‘Therespos he handed‘ Jason five shining twenties. y Hamburgâ€"Berlin Line #roposals Call fo Enormous Expenditures. thanks, bowed low to the crowd and reâ€" paired at once to the saloon where, surâ€" rounded by an admiring group of citizens, be cleaned and polished his pistols until the blue, damaskeoned barreis fairly sparklâ€" ed. This done, he replaced them carefuily in their wrapping. ‘"Good day, gents," he said, evenly, and let the saloon. ‘ Jason‘s eyes wore fixed alertly upon the target. At the word "Fire!‘" the blue, damâ€" askeened pistols leaped so swiltly in to bis skinay fingers that the speciators could not foilow the movement with their eyes. They saw only a flashing double croscent of steel. Then, before anyone _ had comprehended what was kappening, both pistols were whirled hbigh in the aiwr. San Marcial beldt Its breath. in a moment the pistols bad rapidly that #hey seemed to blend into six. rapidly that they somed to blenad into six. With 2 quick wtist the wonderiul little stranâ€" gor sent the guns into their holsters. * ‘The sherniff burried across the lot and‘ examined the targct.. As he once more | mounted his box the silence wos pro=; found. 1 oblivieus of the noisy ridicule that EM abpcirence "let houa. he spoke a‘ few words to the sheriff. s Then the latter, struggling vainly with lb’ countenance, announced with gusto: "fl-e-‘ ond entryâ€"Henry Jason, 0f San Francisco." Jasoa‘s faoe was sterr and immovable as be tcok his position. Lhe laugh that ha% startes among the crowd died away involâ€" untarily. . Whitsett‘s face alone wore AB expansive smile of contempt. After all the crowd had begun to think what there was something inserutably col and businesâ€" }lko about this little, misâ€"shapen tenderâ€" soask ‘The sheriff ran down to the target, countâ€" ed the shots and made a note of the result. Then be returned and mounted the box. **Score of ‘Tim Whitsett! ‘Time: Thirtcen seconds. Target score: Four in the bull‘s= eye, nine in the first ring, #ix in the second, five in the third. ‘This breaks the time reâ€" cord and target record made by Mr. Whitseit lest year." The crowd responded but faintly. It bated to see Whitsett win. Nhagtiunl Jason pocketed them with murmured HIGH SPEED TO 81 RCALIZED, > Broadway the Longest. 3 w !" 18, J,4] b#