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YS SUICIDE Ltiaj,"seiiii GU" 'e QF I mi " " FRESH FROM THE GARDENS . “-"vwâ€"vmâ€"mâ€"m , -l.rRl-l--rl-t-l-l-t---i-gr-igtIqIBIg- "_-a.-----: “So you see." says Hal, in conclusion, his face pale with excitement, "you see there was nothing else to be done. I love her with all my heart, and soul, and st}. Wane loves me; she says tstr-tut) says BO. And this old man, this count, was going to carry her off to-morrow-- think. sir. to-morrow , And if I hadn't carriPd hrr off, myself, we should never have seen each other any more, and she would have been Freed to marry 1 man old enough to he her grandfather. And Ttow you'll marry us. sir t" He stops. breathless. The white hand drops slowly from thl white. petcehi M. and the father turns and looks at the handsome face of the boy with u pity'mg gaze. - na. . . , yu,...,, H"'"" "My non,' he says, putting his cook white hand on Hal’s hot, brown paw, "it is impossible!" Hal starts back. white and aghast. "Trnporsih!v, sir y he echoes. The father looks at his white face with mtfeigrtrd, unspeakable pity. “lmposaible. my son.” he repeats. "It 5 not I alone who says it; it is the law. There no obstacles-many-in the way: two Mono will suffice: your age and Four religion. She whom you love is of a different church. The ceremony would he incomplete, invalid; her friends could tear her from you as you left the altar. Besides this there are forms which are absolutely necessary. and with none of which you have conformed. My son, it is tritlt'i" Ha starts from his amt white, and, if the truth must be told. trembling. "Then-then we are lost '." he ex- claims hoarsely; "for you-of c0urse you will feel it your duty to-to----" "llvtray you?" suya the old father. with a smile. but with a faint sorrow on his her. "Do I look like a traitor. young sit. 7 Or do the priests of your faith lmtmy those. who come for coun- anl in their trouhle t" sultvd you. Will you forgive me t You an- right; I was judging you by what others would do. In England they would deem it their duty to communi- rate with the lady's friends. and make ber unhappy through lite. Heaven help us both '.' The oh but with up and d “and: b him. The father bends his head. "My lips are sealed. my son. on such eonfidenee, but it is left mo to advise." "Advise me, sir,' says Hal. The old man arises and paves slowly but with bent brow and folded handa. up and down the narrow path: then he numb before Hal and looks down at "ir, scn," he says. with a world of pity in his voice, "iou must take her bark." "Never I" exclaims Hal. starting to his fret and confronting him with compress- od lips and flashing eyes. "never, sir! Take her back to a fate worst than death: death in life; a life _ long misery? Newt! I would rather see her dead at my feet. I would rather---" He stops. smitten to silence by the up- liiting of tho white hand. "Pause-pose, my son. and roiled! What you wish is impossible. What would you then? Can she remain here with you? Would you blast the reputa- tion of her whom you love so dearly'. You would not, you could not. That face does not mask so black a heart. What then" What then, indeed.' It is Hal’s turn to stride up and down now, and he does no with dismay and despair tugging " his heart strings. What then? "What am 1 to do? What tun I to do?"he groans. "Take her back I can- not! Keep her here with me I cannot. due not! You are right, sir, such a thing in impossible. I love her-l love her! Take her back I cannot!” Tho father looks at him with gentle The father looks at him with gentle pity ringing his heart. From the mo- ment the handsome, stalwart boy entered hamheaded by the gate, the good old man had taken to him: all the time the honest, fluetrtatirtg voice was making its confession the old man's heart was going out towanl him yearningly. pity- ingly, and now-now, as he watches the white. won-kin; face that never ought to wear anything but a boyish serenity. the father feels as if he could give what remained to him of his short span ot life to help him: but what can be dome? “What ehnll I dot" says Mel, for the ml!!! De 10" to Una-nu. "Will she come!” echoes TUI. “Win Janna come: Ah. you dont know Jeane, sir.' She'll come. ab. and on wings. Yes, I'll send for her'." "And nttrrwsrd t" my; the father. "afterward!" repeats Ila, blanklyl. "What shall I do?" says llsl, for the tenth time. "Tell me, my son." says the cure, “came you alone with her?" "YeC-exeeptittg my man, a faithful fellow,” says Hal. "And she is at the in?” "Yes," says Hal, "at the inn." "She is safe there." murmurs the father; "hut alone! If you had brought someone with her---a siiter--" Hal starts as if he had been shot. "Stop'." he says. "I-what do you think of thirst--1 have a sister. I won’t mnccal anything from you. sir; I should be an ungrateful wretch if I did'. My sister is the MmhiOBess of Femdale; she is staying at the Konig's Schloss, Fatback She is my own sister, and we have been great friends." “Is she ,Grried--oh, yes, a. merchion- ess. Welt," says the father, "you will send for hrrt" “That‘s it'." says mt. ml send for "Will the come. my must be left to chance." "Will she mug!” ech p, [and packets only. 40c, Mk, 60c per lb. IA: alt groan. BLACK. GREEN OR MIXED. Jmntoadrlukon should try "saimu" Natural Green. m my "you r' saw the old father, smile. but with a faint sorrow on '0. "Do I look like a traitor. sir ? Or do the priests of your mtrny those. who come for coun- .lieir trouble t" tive mo. sir,' says Hal. brokonly; your Ixtrdort--l was wrong: I in- you. Will you forgive me ? You ht: l was judging you by what DELi@oUtr---PURE-H EA LTHFUL son? Nothing "Afterward, oh. Jeanne will think of something. Oh, ii she were only here.' Why didn't I think of her before?” "How will you send for her?" asks the father, calmly. thhough his heart beats in sympathy with the excited Hal. "By the man, George," he says, and he pulls out his pocketbook. "Come inside and write," says the father. and Hal. following him into the cottage. writes on a slip of paper: "Dear Jeanue,---Come with George, who bears this note. Come at once. I am in great trouble and want you. Will explain exorything when I see you. Don't fail me, for Heaven's sake, and don't let a soul know that you are coming. You can guess 1 am in great trouble and veal of you. or 1 would not write like this. Hal." It is a short distance to th: inn, but it sor-ms miles to him as he rum along. Panting and broathlms. he dasva' into the stable, to find George sitting on the eormbin. sucking his pipe, and staring under his eyelids at the bays. At sight oi Jlal h” rises and lays down Ids pipe. "n'cH. sir?" mislukc "A mistake?" says 'loorge, speaking almoct fiereely. "Yes," says Hal. "Never mind, it is no fault of yours-it is mine. But, George, this lvtter--it is to my sister. and she must have it at onee--at once!" George reaches his coat, without a. word. "All right, sir," he says. "If at once means in a couple of hours, or a little under, perhaps, she shall have it." “But how?" says Hal. "You'll take it I know. but how '." -- _- “By this horse, sir," says George, pointing to one of the bays. "Oh, he's fit enough, air: look at him.”_ . back" V George pauses with his hat in his hand. A _ _ " “I see. mir--ruy lady is coming back with met" Hal nods. "Then, my lady can't Jo better than ride her own horse. you Bee, air! and I can bring the marquis' here. I hope nothing serious is the matter, Master Halt" "No-- no," says Hal; "hut the mar- chionoss must come. And, George, I leave it all with you; not a soul must know,if you can help it." "All right, Master IlaL" "And, George. rm awfully sorry to give you so much hard work------" -- .. .L -- “my: ..:.. TTru..' ts "Don't say another word, sir. What hard work have I had? What's a. ride like thiswit's a treat! and the bay will enjoy it. tlive me the letter, sir.' "Here it is," says Hal. "And, George, tell my sister-nothing,'. You under. "I understand. Master Hal.” says George; and before Hal has got clear of the stable, George has stolen-bor- rowed~a saddle from the loft, and is putting it on his horse. 11al pauses before he enters the inn, pauses to smooth from his face the hag- bard lines which the interview with the father has wrought on his face. He knows how keen are the eyes of love, by his own experience, and dreads lest Verona should learn from his face the position in which he has placed her. It is some moments before he enters the inn, and as he does so a savory smell comes out to meet him. That sweet savor reminds Hal that he is--. hungry. It is very unromantie, but it is the stern, unyielding truth-he is luqyrrr. ' . . . Ai., -----. "a 44.11 mnn‘ on"!!! stand ti' nuns“, . T He enters the room as the maid carries in something under a dish cover, the table is spread with a white cloth; din- ner-what mockery it seems-is readv. The sight of the dinner reminds min that George has not, and will not dine to-dar, and he is about to run out and stop him, when he hears the clatter of a tiorse's boots, and, looking out of the window, he is just in time to see George steering the bay horse down the street. The next moment there is a soft rustle behind him, and Verona enters. Hal's heart arises as he looks It her. Take her back'. not he! not while he has s strong right arm to hold her shall they mat her from him. If Ibo In. __.- Innkod lovely in her life the looks The next moment were behind him, and Verona Hal's heart arises as ht Take her back'. not he! has . strong right arm to they wrest her from hin ever looked lovely in not lovely now, hcr d2 ”WE, m. -' 7 But," says Ila), "there " the commg say .13] k eyes shining, 'we'rc m i have be, rather, in loving bathtub”, a Ihe comes in, Masking Ind tailing, and yet with the big-bred 411111 and compou- ure which are r birthrights. In] would like to taie her in his arms, but the maid is in the room, and, instead, he is forced to put the com- monplace question: "Are you hungry?" "Yes, Very," she says, candidly. "And are you eomfortable--ttre they kind?” inquires Hal. anxiously. "Very-tery kind," she answers. "They could not be more so if I were one of their own daughters. And where have you been '." Hal looks down. "Never mind," he says; " will tell you directly. Let us have sonic dinner. Oh'. are you going to sit all that way off?" for Verona has taken her seat at the bottom of the tayt. .. " I '"0f'i1F%i “ya, with a smile. "And . F " Bee, here_is a f.owl. ' ' " A“ "-1 Taiiirii, "g; "same trout," says Hul.‘ "Happy augury! Let me give you some trout." _ .. . "As you did weeks-wt" it weeks or years ago?" murmurs she. _r-._ u ah, L_____.... t).... a“ a Thoyawere both hungry; they are young and in good health, and have had a long ride. The trout is cooked to perfection. so is the fowl; and when the maid brings in apricot tart, Hal's satisfaction is unbounded. Suddenly Verona says: "Where is George?” "GForge?" says Hal, blankly. but he is spared from explaining, for the next moment Verona flies to the window. "Look, there's 3 peacock! What a beauty! What a splendid tail!” Tiiiik shi,' Jaui, Hack, and, yielding to IIal's entreaties, sips a little of the red wine which he has ordered, _ ""ci'viii,"sarvr, in], "and how do you like the inn?" -- - "Oh, it is beautiful," she answers, "ami it is larger than it looks. There is a back to it, quite a large back. And there is a balcony running around the back, to which you aseend by some wooden steps. just as you do in the Swiss houses." "1've never been to Switzerland; but we'll go. we'll go all over the world, darling," he, adds: “that is, if you like." Verona looks down. "I should like to go to England.” "So you shall. my darling." said Hal. 'msere's no place like England, after all. Here's a health to merry England," and he lifts his glass. In all his affected gayoty she-Move', eyes we kiten---sees beneath the mask, and. as she stands side by side by the window, she puts her hand on his shoul- der and looks at him. "What IS the matter?" she asks, with a little flickering smile. - "my Wu "Matter?" says conqeietwe-strieken Hal. "NoUing! Look! there is the sun going down!" - can sung, "Nr..... She turns her head and looks as bid- den, but presently her eyes come back to his face. "Where is George?" she asks again. "George," says Hal, hesitatittg, "George is all right. Come, darling, you are_not n_f_raid, you are not unhappy.'" Hal presses his lips on the silken hair, and kisses her passionately; but from his heart arises the cry: "Jeanne-inner" CHAPTER XXXIX. The sun-the same sun which shim-s upon the dinner table at which Hal and Verona are seated-the sun is setting behind the Konig's Castle, and sending its rod rays into Jeanne's boudoir. The day has been hot, almost as hot as mid- summer, and has been trying and ex- hausting in other way». "I afraid! Vo! not when you are near," she says. in the simple language of love, and her head sinks upon his breast. For one thing, it has been a (in; of exodus. Four-fifths of the guests lave taken their departure; gone is the mem. ber of Parliament, gone are half a dozen other notabilities, and Jeanne has, in the course of her duties, had to super- intend their departure and wish them Godspeed. Of all the guests that crowded the Konig Schloss, only Nugent, Lady Lu, celle, Bell and the Lambtons remain. Yes, there is one other, Clarence Lane. His time has been up this week past, but, under one excuse or another, he has lingered on. A word has done it; he would have gone this morning but for that word from Lady Lucelle. And Lady Lucelle is in her boudoir, and Marie is at her elbow. It wants two minutes and a hllf of dinner time. but her ladyship ia ex- hausted, making so many adieux, and she lies back with half-closed eyelids, upon the satin couch. listening to Marie‘s chatter - Marie chatters oi everything, anything. and my lady lis- tens listlessly. But suddenly Lady Lu- celle becomes all attention. "And Master Hal,” says Marie, "Mas. ter Hal has gone out with the grays, a thing he is not accustomed to doing'. ah, no! he hates the grays'. But the bays, they are gone to the blacksmith',. And Master Hal he has gone to shoot eagles '. " "To shoot eagles!” says Lady Lucelle, on the alert; "nonsense'." 'That is what George"----" at the name pretty Marie's teeth shut close-- "that is what that villain says!” "He-does not speak the truth." says Indy Lucelle; "no one but an idiot would go to shoot anything on such a day as this. There is not a bird to be seen." 7 'And he has taken the two grays, my lady," says Marie, eagerly, "and that scoundrcl George has gone with him." Lady Lucelle sits bolt upright. "Marie," she saya. "you are a fool! "There is more in this than you think. Taken the guys, and the bays missing, and gone to shoot eagles'. Bah! Give me my wrap, and do you go down to your triemi---the spy, I mean-and find out where the bays are: and wait." she added, as her obedient Marie was leav- ing the room; "see if the count is here." Marie closed the door after Mr, and sped on her errand, and La dy Lueelle stepped lightly to the 1t?ttkiertr1a1s. "No. my young friend," she murmur- ed. "Shooting eagles, or anything else, will not deceive me. It you have the greys, and the bays are missing, some- thing is in the wind. Shooting eagles, indeed! I shouldn’t wonder----" (2935 So suddenly did an idea enter Lady Lueelle's head that she started. "I have it!” she cried, flushing; "the foolish boy has run off with the prin- Pm?" __ . . Without knowing it. the countess has arrived at the most rrstieat moment of her by no menu ova-mics; hie. Without It was not an idea it was an inspira- tion. Suddenly her subtle brain went to work. Which course should she take? Should she tonmummte her 'suspicions to the count, or Vane or institute a pety.i.e, oe-wut.'. . .. A e a: ' n " answers. if I were And where out knowing it, she stands upon the brink oi a crisis which 'lopends for its issqe upo_n _the simpc little decision. She 'decides to wait. has de-l cided before Mario comes in, l all eager to relate that Ned can tell her no more than he has already told her, but that he also is suspicious. Lady Lucelle smiles. "It is nothing, I have no doubt," she says, easily. "Very likely, after all, arr. Bertram has gone to shoot-or try ito shoot. Say no more about it to any ione‘and you, can tell your sus icious friend to rhtain his suspicions within his [own heart." - - _ . Cannot be bulk tea in open chests, exposed to the mixed odors of a grocer's shop, but the kind that comes in Air Tight Lead Packets, fresh from the plantations. That's Slightly confused by the change in] the wind, Marie goes down again, and while she. is gone Lady Luoelle, withI her own hands. begins to dress herself.l -As she. enters the drawing-room a voice singing "Sweethearts" in a very high key, strikes upon her ear, and the smiles. At the piano is seated Maud; beside her, beating time gently with his white hand, is the count. . his usual smile wrinkling his face, his little eyes fixed admirably on Mandi-”.4 somewhat dis- torted face. It is not given to every one to look prepossessing when they sing, and Maud's faee does not look any the "setter for a wide-open mouth.. . L Without disturbing out again, and looks room. - Lady Lucelle \vatcrlws the pair with a keen enjoyment, and wonders if the count would stand listening to "Sweet- hearts" with quite such an absorbed attention if he guessed. as she does, that his bride-elect is at this moment run- ning away with another and a younger (will. In one corner sits Charlie Nugent, smoking a huge livngul oheroot, on the other side is Mr. Lumpton, puffing a. short pipe. "Oh'." says Lady Lucvllo. holding her lture handkerchief to her delicate nos- trils, "and just before dinner, too." (To be continued.) Government Plan to Create N of Draft Animals. Secretary Wilson and officials of the bur- eau of animal industry ot the agricultural department, with the co-operation ot Dr. Frank Baker. superintendent of the National Zoological Park. are about to engage in the most curious zoological experiment that was ever undertaken by the Government. The Germans are making preparations tor a similar experiment, and the Congo Free State, in Africa, will also attempt it. Robert P. Skinner, United States Consul-General at Marseilles, who was recently sent to Abyu- sinin to make a treaty with that Govern- ment, has obtained, through the Ras Ma- konnen at Bern. Africa, a pair or Grevy zebra stallions. They are large, powerful and comparatively rare animals, which range in a wild state in the Abysininn foreAs, Mr. Skinqu Endeavoreui tr: secure one uhilo he te in that country, but there was none in jtotisrity at that time. since then Emperor :Menellk has had his forest rangers search- iing for zebras, and the first pllr that were icnptured are now on their way to Mr. Skinner at Marseilles. whedcs they will be shipped to New York. The Department of States had been adviaed ot the shipment, By creasing those zebra: with the Ameri- can ham and the Amerlcnn mule it is pro- posed to create an entirely new breed ot animals, which. it is believed, will exceed ‘ln speed, strength and endurance every vari- ety of the horse or mule which we now have in existence. The experiments will be con- ducted at the Washington Boo under the di- rection ot Superintendent Baker and the zoologists of the agricultural department. They will be watched with the greatest in- terest by zoologists and live stock men all over the world. Secretary Wilson is ad- vised that the authorities ot the German possessions in South Mrioa hove been en- deavoring to domesticate the zebra and use it for cross brooding. because it in proof against the tsetse. on African fly. whose bite will kill a horse or mule. but does not _ injure a zebra. THE PUREST TEA This tty prevails in the German eo1ottles in Africa. and has caused a. great deal of trouble. It is believed that a half-bud zebn wlll be as much immune from its ef- iects an a tull-bred animal, hence the ex- periment is considered worth trying. The German authorities recognize “so the ne- cessin of Droviding some beast of burden that can endure the climate ot Centre! Africa. tor neither horses, mules nor oxen thrive there. Commas, or water buffalo. MlilllNl PURITY Bitpsities purity, strength and mommy. A Me TIN WILL EQUAL a: WORTH or THE common AL- conomc PREPARATr0NS SOLD GENERALLY. LIQUID xx- mcrs CONTAIN FROM so T9 Jririiif Chit or new?» on mowers or COAL TAR. --- -uiris PURE, HIGHLY CON- CERIRAIED AND IS LESS LIKELY TO LOSE ITS non THAN FLAVORS MADE FROM ALCOHOLIC BASES."-DR. R. A. rm, DOMINION ANALYST. “girl’s We has the best with. proposmon In Alum Ind an my!" tho largest comma-Ions d any company doing " new bum- "tWANTA" MANUFACIUR- W6 CO., Hamilton T0 BREED FROM ZEBRAS. IWANTA TORONTO the pair. she goes in at the billiard New Species TEA tron the Eu: Indies endure the climate much better, but the Behra, which II a ult- ivo ot that Bone, would be even more use- tul it it could be doeumrticated.--Chk- Record-Herald. German Invention Which Aim to Pre-', vent Sensickneu. According to German mm, Otto Schlick, of Hamburg. has inverttodl an appliance which reduces the rolling, of ships to a minimum. lie calls it: "Sehifftrkreims1" (ship top). It is Matedl that if it fills expectations it will prove of great importance. not only that sea-1 sickness would be done away with, but the efficiency of war ships would be greatly enhanced, as the hitting ability would be vastly increased. Much inter. est appears to be manifested in this in. vention in shipbuilding circles. Recently larger experiments with this"Usp" took place at the works of the Hamburg~ American Line, in the harbor of Ham- burg, before a company of mm parties. Into the old torpedo boat Sm beer a ship top hid been built into the ‘boat. nmidships. This top has turbine ( paddles and is so mmtrucicd that it can make simultaneously rotating and pen- dulous motions. By the combined mo- tion the rolling of the ship is to be av- erted. The apparatus was set in motion V “cam power, making 2.300 revolu- tions per minute. and the I'm-uh in mid to have been such as to justify the be. lief tint it would accomplish what is claimed for it. IRE PRIVATE CAR AND THE FAV- ORED SHIPPERS. Roy Stannard Baker in the January Meoure's hits about the private an and the beef trust. He begins by con- sidering the legitimate use of private cars, and shows how, as originally plan- ned, they were of great benefit, to the railroads. the shippers, and the consum- ers; how they boomed the fruit Industry, and brought to the nrgv- citiea of the north the delicacies oi the south and west. After that Mr. Baker, in his clear style, builds up a slructure of facta that gives you a hird'su'.ve, View of the almost unbelievable sweep of the abuses. Tio talks principally of Armour. as the tarp,- eat owner of private cars. who controls a down or more lines. owning fruit am meat airs. tankuttic and even common box-ears approximating 14.000 in all. rep- resenting an investment. of about $14.- 000,000. He tells how Armour a; Co. (any not oniy their mm products. but fruits and vegetables for shippers gener- aly, and how much of this twide issue is conducted entinely at the expense of the railroads. , At the time of the young man's death Smith was at work near the station of Fidelity. Agent D. E. Monahan, with n _messagc announcing the death, waved i for the father, but it was mercury only l for him to eorrohorate the excited state. ment of Smith. who, anticipating him, !sa.id: "Heh, killed, is het"--Biedora cor- grespondent St. Louis Globe-Democrat. The railroads pay for “use private cars a "mileage charge,” afterwards col. Imting the freight rate. Although the rental for the cars brings in a Jamisomv interest, on the money invested, these big shippers are not satisfied, bat turn Hie screws just. the same and squeeze their rates sown when their products are etrrried at a fi are far below that which the smiley Sl;;,', pays. REDUCES ROLLING IN VESSELS. Armour in addition, on mount, ot the breadth of hid mm. is able to drive these can so that they make the maximum number of miles a day, and so gets his stuff through. at the expense not only of other shippers. but of the ordinary routine of the. railroad itself. Mr. Baker illustrates his narrative with many true incidents. which serve to bring home to the under the manure contained in this conuol of the rues by the trusts. He tells of John D. Rockefeller and the Standard Oil Com- pany, and shows how Armour and he defy the railroads and mune the actual price at which the products shall be car- ried. Mr. Baker goes further and makes charges, astounding, hard of belief, until he ha proved than with hard, cold facts He shows how politics play a. part and how politicians garner rebates, and tells at length of the prom injustice of the discrimination between beef and tart. tle. This article containing the exposure it does would create I sensation a. my time, but it is of peculiar ink-mt just now when all the country looks to Washington for rate legislation. His foot fastened in a frog, Irvine Smith, 21 years old, I brakeman, wu run down and mutually killed by a train yesterday at Waverly. He was . son of Mr. and Mrs. Aaron Smith, of thin city. Friends of Aaron Smith, sertlon fore- man at Medora, say the death of his son was foretold in a dream. "Twiee dur- ing the last week," he said, “I hue dreamed of seeing my son killed by the can in identically the same manner as his death did to-day occur. lt was no surprise to me." _ _ _ .. Holding Court in Missouri. I (Kansas City Star.) Scene: Mayor's court at Bartysavip.e.l Lawyer Clevinger to Lawyer George: 3 "Oh, go ahead with the trial; you own" the court anyhow." George: "You going to stand for that, you honor? He ought to be sent to jail for that." Clevinger: , "Oh, can’t you take n joke'. I didn’t' mean it." George: "You are a liar; you did men it." They fight. Clovinger seratehing (imrge's face. and Georg. chewing Clevinger’s thumb until cue. inger howls "enough." A bucket of water is mt by the janitor, the fighters vuh their lands, and the trial proceeds. [NE Dream Foretou Son's Death. I work“ with I a." colllery about (Moon run old." I've and we were - M. I don't know u l was ”you; no" civil to trim. - _.. --" - CIVll w All”. No in - at could out Bull“ I: well u any of us. Ha I“ boon we yous and more " the Mac Pm. Bad " brought. some money with m. then I. me. and he Md . out” of hi on; and . tidr place of who. which VII above whu the rent ot us Ind. d There wasn‘t I I!“ ot sis us stronger then he WM. ' him swing " pick would tu hold your breath. He can lee. down some ot we nu! leries. whore chaps like me I crawl. A . a nu. - VI"; One day I new land came to the pit. Jim Munood by lune. See him on Bu- d". com to chum. clan Ind 3mm. u sun-ugh: u u pole. with " blue en: look- ing so tank and alumna. um you'd my be looked a picture. " I lived along with my tather and m then. We were proclous poor. and mm used to say he ttopod Bony would - some one um to tap her, amt so give u 3. lift that w". ' _ - ___ A” .3- no He struck up n mighty affection ter no before be ha! been a month in the gum. He told me all “out. his friends and we! Ute. most. continental. ad I tound out be had to keep his mother. and hadn't a II:- - he could call his own. Well. one det-l remember it " clear In "grtordar--it was between the Ugh“ on . September evening. I In making my - in our back room-father ins out or a. ttou-tten I heard rains in (he on. room menu the name. It Wu “any and my sister talkmg together. Matty “a the dwarf. He had 3 Ion; Welsh nune. but we and him “Inn!" in the gene"! Iuy. hauls. of his rough lair. and he didn't seem to mind tho lee. ‘T‘VIV in}; 'od," be up; to not”. "I'eo lovod you ever the. I've wen you. Won't you Inmy Inc! I'd be a. good husband to Too “Hurry rout" lb. says. "Why. Mnttr. you must b. dreaming. Of course, I won't.” He m silent. tor a. minute; then he an: "I'm Hunted and crooked, I know; but I love you better than my other mm Tritt ever love you. and I've s comtortatrie [will to otter you." -iG mt Into u light. kind ot luuh. -___ m. "I" Emile ’1}:an round the room mu- that, tor bin vote. sounded nearer to no. He spoke short and --lf"'. - _ "Jim luvood's the nun that stand. bo- tween you ud me. Do you think l've been ulna? Jim “mood In: got your host. and do you think you will over marry ll- while I'm dive?" A Betty never was the and the [lubed round moment like gunpowder. "It is Jill M-ood that has got my; bent. mad I have Ma. and " not am to say it before you or cny man. I know. you've got your cottage and your Man; that you no so mortal proud of, and I know Jim in poor. and we aha" have to, Trait tor yarn. but you hadn’t than: you'll frighten me out ot marrying him, for you won’t: and if I didn't mun-y his. I'd never usury such . miunble. wilt... any little win-toll as you! So don't {Inter yourself I would." - I saw him no dida't let on lo head them. The next. day we were all underground. u usual. Somehow or other, Matty and ”9.9.5:: and me found ourselves Alum nutty close together. He seemed to no to be hanging on to Jim in 1 way I didn't like. bearing Whit I had new. Ind t he; as close to both as I well could. I noticed that the dwarf scarce [not in eyes on Jim. except at 12 o'clock. Vile: we stopped tar our bits of food. lad the- he at. i at corner by Iain-elf under a and and maribttiqd on I. More of paper. with . - urt of mile on " In. In tho uternoon we got down to u lower level. " In I durum; put o( in“ the, Is we all my". and we to: our” day lam}: run: tight. 1 ran an you. "There'. tire-dump “out new," and on of the men. “And a spurt would settle the lot of us. wouldn't it?" and the dwarf. "Ah, that it Could!" Jim qntrwrred. Nothing more I‘ll uid about fire-dump. however. Ind that a”. the learn at! I have ever known. came around to 6 o'clod without an explosion. The cuts were ready for u: to mt " to the top ot the shun. wd mun of the man nu gone. "You go now." any: I to the aunt. "No." he maven; "l on! “in; to - 1 Halo overtime urinal. You Ill so on and send the cue do" gain tor In. And look here. give an. to your sister Het- ti--qrut ,ou1'r-an4 ml Im- uypeg it." "Hd-in-st" I bundle Into my hind tied I. in I hudkemhlef. I took It zinc.” - nough. for mritl? such SQDICionf-[l’ my 'e". {In}. éipoctod it msatiso on in lily he. somehow. - a - - _ "Nothing." I an. " din. And we touched the “can tape. at I. went Jim and me, And the dwarf Mood n- derneI-LI. and tux-nod " (to. up. UM" us out of night. _ _ _ _ "WELD! vat more untenable vhn we put our feet on timt ground on top ot a. nun. and but! lent use cue down - tor him. vii-lube Hear will tell you some a...“ I realm. little mum not tt can” tum. is}; undid the knot. and tttttrt-Af you would believe “were the (Me deeds of all cottage Ind N t)ed up rtt , pic of gap- aa Li/f-ttso scrip of upér I Ind an M- Icribhle under the truck. There was (In. word- on w., 7 A ___ _ - I said you shouldn't In"?! him nu. I in alive. ma 1 sun hep my you". Trunk kindly ot a dwarf. It you on. a" and. me a well on him." We hadn't [at to the and of the per dirty little letter when we heard A m that made our been: stand tstill-t long. dun rotting. baking the floor View on, n It It In thunder - our (not. “An explosion In the name!” an" Betty. with n {nee " while u chuk. It was no use trying to " him out I. knew when he opened his day tamp-e" he must hue opened it-Ahat hum II. could never reach him there. I took P. home and oiled Hour to on. n. Our mange warat't tar from a. pa... 3nd it muldn't hum been - “a - um “no. the d'll'f Ind put it Into It “Vim? I; here In tor you. 'Ugly m miserahlr.' I am. but "ricult' I an an, tv's 00th “icon with News. Georg. Rose. in 1 writes an nrtivlc on tl the Piotoforte, from th dulcimer. the, Wer of u with two sticks, " v, hits prelude. and tuipte forte of to-dn.v-oml t! chnnial or auto-mu?" p' which have lately 'cvex link Wia" no you druid oft" to asks. iaiur an} m that handle?" up xould n I!" is the Eu Evolution of the than he vu. To Inn so. " pick would Mn In“. you breath. as could walk. you some ot the narrow. low ul- e chaps like me would Inc (a (In. I stunted till. a no”: At ”my friendly with. ts'attan," but 1 an M it tor a rock Bttd It. r be hwy Again. met I '" now, for she In“ . ttttter. They live in up ll. And the mien u a. mm um night, and I Hen] that I ttad mt- in the Km. no m. I-Imlution d thr, mlrly Penil- t which wr're Om ' “Mail “mil I!!!“ mum. to Un- piano. l thr, ing‘niom no! r. p1.ot:rdrrie plum!” .-.-cc.re twrrut.ar. girl to be coral. on him the lat Piartcforte, garden I! " London Evening Connoisseur, CVHIulion "it ariy Persia a \n-ro struck ' (be?! wrote " Co. pim- I wouldn‘t English Al' , “an