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Synopsis.?Prince Neslerov wants to
marry Frances Gordon, the charming
daughter of an American who is building
the Transsiberian railroad. Frances
is interested in the fortunes of Vladimir
Paulpoff, a stalwart Russian blacksmith.
She asks Neslerov to use his influence
for Vladimir. Neslerov goes to
Vladimir's hut. The blacksmith has
talent and shows Neslerov a picture he
has painted. It is the portrait of a woman
of rank copied from a miniature.
The prince is excited and asks for the
original. Vladimir's father says it has
ben lost. To Vladimer old Paulpoff
confesses that he lied to Neslerov and
still has the miniature. Neslerov has
the Paulpoffs sent to Siberia as nihilists.
Frances Gordon goes to the forge
with books for Vladimar. At the door
of the lonely hut she encounters Neslerov.
The prince presses his suit violently,
and Frances stuns him with a
pistol shot in the head. Gordon wishes
his daughter to marry Jack Denton, an
American bridge engineer. Frances demands
that her father intercede with
the governor for Vladimir. They start
for Obi. Neslerov boards the same
train, which breaks in two, and Neslerov
has Frances alone in his power.
rvjesierov a rags .prances oeiure a pncav
and bids him to perform a marriage
ceremony. Jack Denton comes to the
rescue. Neslerov is beaten off.
CHAPTER VII.
A DUEL.
NESLEROV recoiled, and the
writhing of his face in pain
and fury, together with the
long red cut made by the
whip, gave him the expression of a demon.
"You! You!" he gasped.
"Yes, I!" said Denton. "Fortunately,
I arrived in time to foil this dastardly
attempt of yours to take advantage of
a defenseless girl. I have been riding
along me rauway trum sueum iu
stream examining the bridges. I reached
this place on my horse a moment
ago. A boy saw me coming and hurried
to tell uie what was going on. I
had no idea I should find a friend in
need of help. But, thank God, I was
la time."
"You will never leave this place
alive!" said Neslerov.
He plucked a revolver from his pocket
and aimed at Denton.
A woman standing near held out her
hands and caught the form of Frances
and bore it into her house. Denton,
with flashing eyes, leaped forward and
closed with Neslerov.
"It Is a battle to the death between
giants!" cried a man in the crowd.
The pistol fell from the grasp of Neslerov,
and the whip before wielded
by Denton dropped to the ground.
The iron lingers of Denton would
close on the throat of Neslerov, and it
seemed us though the struggle would
end that moment, but Neslerov would
wrench himself free and leap at his
enemy with a curse and growl.
"It is you or I! One of us must die!"
cried Neslerov.
A swinging, crashing blow from the
American's right haud sent the gov
ernor to the ground, where he lay as If
stunned.
"Take care of him. somebody," said
Denton in Russian. "I don't want to
kill him."
He turned without a look at the fallen
man and started toward the hut into
which Frances had been carried.
"Look out!" cried a woman.
At the cry, which was echoed in the
crowd, Denton turned suddenly. The
dastardly Xeslerov had feigned. He
had risen to his feet and was creeping
And now bcyan a duel.
upon his enemy with a dagger drawn.
"Oh, you are an assassin, eh?" said
Denton as he drew his revolver. "Let
me see if we can't settle you once for
all."
While It might be that not one of the
villagers sympathized with Neslerov,
yet his act was not a crime to them.
With their sordid understanding of
women having no rights, no freedom,
no liberties save what their lords and
masters gave them, the men of this
place looked upon the eagerness of
Neslerov to be married to so beautiful
a tril l as natural.
One of them, realizing that the governor's
safety was necessary to their
own. sprang upon Denton aud drove
a knife through the fleshy part of his
arm.
The pistol fell to the earth near that
of Neslerov and two villagers picked
them up and hid them.
Like a flash Neslerov was upon his
unarmed foe. and his knife was raised
to strike, but Denton, with a quicker
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movement, drew a knife from his belt.
He bad ridden too often over the tundra
to go unprepared for enemies, human
and otherwise.
And now began a duel the like of
which the banks of the Irtish or Its
blanches will probably never see
again.
Steel dashed on steel.
The blood from the wound in Denton's
arm was dung over the face and
clothing of Neslerov, while that from
the bruises ou the governor's face grew
thick and dark, making him truly hideous.
With a grasp as of Iron Denton seized
the hand of Neslerov that held the
dagger, but with a wrench the governor
got it away and cut to the bone
half the length of Denton's dnger.
But the American scarcely felt the
wound. He was not dghting now for
life, nor for vengeance. He was dghting
for that girl who lay in the hut
He knew that if Neslerov killed him
and was not killed himself, her life
would be made such a bell in the
power of this monster of brutality that
death would be preferable.
A year ago she had told him she did
not and never could love him. It had
been a quarrel. She didn't want to get
married, and he asked her if his rough
exterior, the result of years of hard work
in rude and dangerous places, was disagreeable
to her. He said there were
One gentlemen at Paris, New York,
London and St. Petersburg. She had
answered that she knew it. She preferred
their company to boors. They
parted then and had not met till now.
Denton and Neslerov kept fighting
on, the villagers too much aghast to
step between or utter a word.
Neslerov felt his right arm getting
weaker. Denton's knife had slashed
through the sleeve Of his coat and
found the bone near the elbow. An artery
must have been cut, for the blood
was thrown from the end of the sleeve.
Made desperate, he gathered all his
strength for a final effort and sprang
bodily upon his foe. #
Denton, seeing an opportunity and
knowing that nothing but a deathblow
seemed likely to end the fight, met the
plunge anu arove ins mine iuiu neoicrov's
side.
With another curse, a spluttering of
blood and a groan the governor of
Tomsk sank to the ground at the foot
of Ids adversary unconscious.
"Take care of him, you fellows; no
need to let him die," said Denton, examining
the wound. "His lung is not
touched. Nothing fatal here, I am glad
to say. Here, you!"
The old priest came mumbling toward
him.
"You know more about surgery than
the rest. Get some water, bathe these
wounds, take a few stitches In the long
cuts and bandage him up."
"Yes, little father," said the priest,
trembling. "Rut what of you?"
"I can take cure of myself."
He strode to the bank of the stream,
over which he had but a few months
before built a bridge, and bathed his
wounds. Then be went into the hut
to see Frances, as if nothing had hapnened.
TO BE CONTINUED.
Making Barrels.
"Cooperage is one of the trades that
no one thought of improving until within
recent years," said a manufacturer,
"but then the inventors and expert machinists
started in with such a rush
that it takes a good deal of our time
keeping abreast of the improvements
that are coming iuto the market every
day.
"The work used to be done entirely
by hand, and the coopers often had to
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nothing else. The coopers were not
well enough equipped to make all the
different parts of a barrel themselves,
and often they bought everything outside
and merely put the barrels together.
It used to take Ave or six men to
do the work properly, and an hour's
time would perhaps turn out ten barrels.
"As the system Is now, all the different
parts are made by one machine,
and only one luuu is needed to attend
It. After the wood is fashioned into
staves and hoops and braces by It the
pieces are run through another section
of It and come out almost immediately
a finished barrel, ready to be loaded
and shipped to our customers.
"Ou a regular average about 30 barrels
can be turned out in an hour. You
can see what the saving is over the old
way. Employing six men ror one uour,
as they used to do, we can get ltiO barrels,
where by the old system they
were only able to get ten."?Pittsburg
Chronicle-Telegraph.
Inconsiderate Words.
It is very evident that many are not
aware of the painful wounds they are
constantly Inflicting upon others by
inconsiderate words. This is manifest
by the censures which they pass upon
others for that of which they themselves
are guilty. It is difficult to listen
with an impartial ear to one's own
speeches. They do not Impress themselves
as they do others. They are not
able to place themselves In the exact
position of others. Hence, though they
do not mean to violate the Golden Rule,
they are yet continually doing it
through a want of consideration.?
Christian Instructor.
IHisffllanemtjs: grading.
GREAT MEN'S WIVES.
Anil the Tribute* Grent Men Have
Paid to Them.
"This place is perfect," Charles
Kingsley once wrote to his wife from
the seaside, "but it seems a dream and
imperfect without you. I never before
felt the loneliness of being without the
beloved being whose every look and
word and motion are the keynotes of
my life. People talk of love ending at
the altar?Fools, I lay at the window
all morning, thinking of nothing but
home; how I long for it!"
There is nothing in the history of lo^e
more attractive than the pictures of the
ideally happy married lives enjoyed by
some of our greatest men, or more
touching than the tribute they paid to
the women who filled their days with
sunshine. Indeed, if one were asked to
present a picture of the sublimity of
married happiness it would be only
necessary to recall the scene In which
Charles Kingsley, within a few days of
his own death, having escaped from his
sick room, sat for a few blissful moments
by the bedside of his wife, who
was lying seriously ill in the next room.
Taking one of her hands in his, he said,
in a hushed voice: "Don't speak, darling.
This is Heaven.'
Few men, great or small, have been
happier in their married life than John
Bright, and the story of his inconsolable
grief when his wife, "the sunshine
and solace of his days," was taken
from him, forms one of the most pathetic
pages of human history. "It
seems to me," he pitifully said, "as
though the world was plunged in darkness,
and that no ray of light could
ever reach me again this side of the
tomb."
11 was L'ODUen wno HIIUUK mm ai inoi
from the lethargy and despair which
were paralyzing his splendid energies.
"There are thousands of homes in England
this moment," he said, "where
wives, mothers and children are dying
of hunger. Now, when the first paroxysm
of your grief is past, I would
advise you to come with me and we will
never rest until the corn law is repealed."
The late Dean Stanley, it is said, worshipped
the very ground his wife, Lady
Augusta, trod on, and many are the
compliments he paid her. "If I were to
epitomize my wife's qualities," he once
said, "I couldn't do it no better than in
the words of a cabman who drove us on
our honeymoon. 'Your wife,' he said to
me, 'is the best woman In England'?
and I quite agree with him."
"Why should you pity me?" Mr.
Fawcett, the blind postmaster general,
remarked to a friend who has expressed
sympathy with him in his affliction.
"My wife Is all the eyes I want, and no
man ever looked out on the world
through eyes more sweet or true."
Sheridan was very happy in his
wives, although one of them, before
marrying him spoke, of her future hushand
as "that fright, that horrid creature."
In marked contrast to this unflattering
description was the compliment
he paid to his first wife, whom
he had wooed disguised as a hackney
coachman, wnen ne spoae 01 ner as me
connecting link between a woman and
an angel."
No man ever relied more completely
on his wife's guidance and counsel than
John Keble, the poet of the "Christian
Year." From the day when he installed
his bride in Hursley Vicarage to the
last sad hour. 30 years later, when he
died in her arms at Bournemouth, she
was, as he often declared, his "conscience,
memory and common sense."
Dr. Pusey's too brief married life
was also crowded with happiness, and
his wife's memory was his one solace
during the 43 years he survived her.
To his dying day the very sight and
smell of the verbena plant affected him
to tears, for it was a sprig of verbena
he offered to Miss Barber when he asked
her to marry him?"the most sacred
and blissful moment" of his life.
William Cobbett was very properly
proud of his wife, the brave and devoted
woman who was, in his words, "the
best helpmate an undeserving man ever
had. Whatever mistakes I have made
in my life?and they have been many
and great?she has never had a word
of blame for me, nothing but sweet
sympathy and consolation. The price
of such a wife should indeed be far
above rubies."
Dr. Wadsworth, late Bishop of Lincoln,
said that his wedded life had been
"as near perfection as was possible this
side of Eden." "Their children," a
friend once wrote, "can never remember
o /low or ovon nn hnnr when, even in
surface matters, the perfect harmony
was infringed upon," and a favorite
joke with the bishop was that he and
his wife had never been "reconciled"?
for the happy reason that they had
never quarrelled.? Tit-Bits.
Sow Wheat.?It takes constant and
earnest exhortation to arouse people
to an appreciation of their duty and
hold them to a rigid performance of it.
"Precept upon precept, precept upon
precept; line upon line; line upon line;
here a little; there a little." Such was
Isaiah's idea of Instructing the people
on their moral and religious duties.
The same plan holds good in the business
world. Patience, earnestness,
kindness, sympathy will accomplish
much more in field, or factory than the
stern and heartless orders and commands
of the master. It is the repeated
suggestion that wins men to the performance
of everyday duties. Some of
our readers may think that too much
has been said for several months in The
Spartan in regard to sowing small
grain, thereby laying the foundation
for a pea crop and soil improvement.
Some of the best farmers of the county
tell us to keep up the advice and
suggestions. Some persons will be benefited
by it. Some of the seed thus
promiscuously sown will fall on good
ground. Henet we say to the farmers
of the Piedmont to make a special effort!
to get In a full wheat crop. The sooner
this is done the better. Thorough preparation
of the land will be good for the
next crop, whether peas, or corn and
peas. Pea stubble turned with a twohorse
plow, or rather edged up, and
pulverized with a cutaway harrow will
put the land in the condition for wheat,
whether put in with a drill or sown by
hand and covered with a harrow or
double foot plow. The wheat mills of
the county are now idle. Only a few
farmers have wheat to grind. There
will be a constant demand for flour until
next July. Let-every farmer endeavor
to make wheat enough for all
persons on his farm.?Spartanburg
Spartan.
A MATTEn OP PRINCIPLE.
The Rent Way to Get Rid of a Debt
In to Pay It.
The appeal of the men who wish to
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holders of the bonds which they voted
to build a narrow gauge railroad from
Augusta to Greenville may be found
in another column.
Their unfortunate circumstances is a
matter of regret to all, but repudiation,
or the resort to doubtful methods, is not
the way for men to .discharge their obligations.
The voters of that day and
time were warned agaiftst the act which
placed the debt on their property. The
men who had charge of the undertaking
or the taxpayers made mistakes for
which the men who graded the road are
in nowise responsible.
Not so long ago, this town had an unjust
and an unlawful debt saddled upon
it by railroad enthusiasts. That debt
could have been avoided by a simple
appeal to the courts. There was not the
shadow of constitutional authority for
assuming the debts of others, but rather
than make a question whereby the
credit of the town might be injured, we
paid the debt, dollar for dollar.
There is something repulsive in the
act of repudiating a debt, or avoiding
its payment by a technicality.
If towns, townsh^s or counties may
surrender their charters to avoid the
payment of their debts, the credit of
the state will be injured, and the character
of our people may suffer.
But this effort in sympathy for the
unfortunate will bring Its evil consequences
upon others. Even if every
man in the state should vote for the
repudiation of their railroad debts, the
act will not avail. '
The courts, as a rule, were organized
for the express purpose of making unwilling
debtors settle their obligations.
The people of the United States will
never encourage repudiation?no matter
how willing we ma>{be to repudiate our
debts.
It is ?MMlBkMt^Jat-on?^coaununity
avoid the payment of its debts while
other communities pay theirs. The
United States courts will hardly discriminate,
even if South Carolina resorts
to doubtful methods.?Abbeville
Press and Banner. ^
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THE STATE DISPENSARY.
Snnt J one* Write* of Sontli Carolina'*
Gin Mill and It'* I.li|iior.
The biggest thing in South Carolina
is the dispensary. Ben Tillman and
the devil saddled the thing on South
Carolina and the politicans and the
devil are running it with the aid of
fools and rascals who buy the liquor.
Whisky is sold from the dispensary
from sun up till sun down and the
price ranges from 10 cents for half pint
bottle to $1.00 for pint bottle, from popskull
to "good lickir." Drummers and
"e-entlemen" buv the "eood Ucker." and
Negroes and poor whites buy the 10
cents a pint stuff. All the dispensaries
of the state are furnished their liquor
from the Columbia wholesale shop.
The state takes its profits at headquarters
before the town and county dispensaries
get hold of it. Then the town
and county divide the profits equally.
And the work of drunkard-making goes
steadily on. I find in mingling with
the people (I mean the good people,)
for I go with no other sort, they are all
opposed to the dispensary. They say
it's better than the saloon. Just as
they prefer measles to smallpox. They
say it's death to morals and manhood,
whether it's furnished by saloon, blind
tiger or dispensary.
The dispensary is as much in politics
in South Carolina as the saloons
of Chicago or Atlanta are in politics.
Therefore both gangs know that when
they go out of politics they must go
out of business. And so it goes, ana
it looks like as long as the infernal
greed of whisky dealers and the infernal
appetite for drink shall possess men
that the traffic will go on, but I am
still at my old game fighting the gang?
on both sides. They tell me I can't
stop it, but I tell them that I am like
the boy who grabbed the calf by the
tail and the calf took off down the road
at break-neck speed, and the boy keeping
up with the procession, and by and
by a gentleman said to the boy, "Tom,
what are you doing with that calf?'
"I am trying to stop him." "You can't
stop him that way," said the gentleman.
"I know I can't." said the boy
"but I'm slowing him up some."?Atlanta
Journal.
Where Women Propose.?In the
Ukraine, Russia, the woman does a!
the courting. When she falls in love
with a man, she goes to his house and
informs him of the stute of her feelings.
If he reciprocates, all is well
and the formal marriage is duly arranged.
If, however, .he Is unwilling
she remains there, hoping to coax hiir
to a better mind. The poor fellow cannot
treat her with the least discourtesy
nor has he the consolation of being
able to turn her out, as her friends ir
such a case would feel bound to avengt
the insult. His remedy, therefore, il
determined not to marry her, is tf
leave his home and stay away as long
as she is in it. A similar practice
to that in the Ukraine, exists among
the Zunl tribe of Indians. The womar
does all the courting and also controls
the situation after marriage. To hei
belong all the children, and descent
including inheritance, is also on hei
side.
DEADLY LONG RANGE RIFLES.
A Movement In Canada to Forbid
Their 1'ne In Hnntlnic.
Not far from Mont Cref, one of the
northern settlements, a little tradgedy
occurred this week which ought to be a
warning to deer hunters.
A young French woman was standing
at the door of her little home, her
flve-rflonth's old child in her arms,
when she suddenly felt a shock of some
kind, and her baby screamed, struggled
violently and, in a moment or two, was
dead. The father was near by, and
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mother sank to the floor unconscious.
Her long fainting was overcome with
difficulty. Then they tried to account
for the sudden death of the child. It
was not until the little body was stripped
of its clothing that the matter became
clear to the investigators.
Then a stain upon the Inner garment,
one tiny wound in the chest, and one in
the back, told the tale of a bullet gone
astray, the bullet itself was found in
the clothing of the mother, where it
had lodged.
It had come from one of the German
long range rifles, sold commonly in this
country at a low price a few years ago.
Whose gun dispatched it, or from what
distance it had come, is not known
probably never will be known, as many
hunters are afield in the deer country
just now.
It was about 30 miles southeast of the
scene of this incident that last autumn
a sawmill hand, standing on a boom
above the flume, suddenly dropped his
pikepole, reeled and fell into the water
dead, with a steel bullet in his brain.
No report was heard: the force of the
missile was evidently almost spent,
and the man who killed his fellow was
never discovered?perhaps never knew
?f the outcome of his long-rang^, shooting.
Indeed, he may have-t&en a mile
away from his victim at the time.
Only a few days ago, two sons of one
of the country's most prominent men
were crossing a lake after ducks when,
without warning of any kind, one of
them received a shock which almost
threw" him out of the boat. A flying
bullet had ploughed transversely in a
slightly downward direction across his
chest, Inflicting an ugly, painful,
though fortunately not dangerous,
wound. As his doctor said, that lad can.
never be much nearer death, no matter
what befalls him.
News of somewhat similar happenings
are being reported from other
sporting districts. In this region, tha
rather slow moving settlers are beginning
an agitation for a gun license fee,
and for an act of parliament behind
It, which shall compel the use of a government
stamp upon sporting firearms
certifying that their range is not above
500 yards.
Hmv thmip-Mlpsq snmp men are in
their use of firearms, and how accidents
often occur were forcibly demonstrated
lately. A farmer had just retired for
the night, when he noticed the sound of
k blows upon his shingled roof.
This was followed by the noise of
breaking glass In the attic chamber,
next to which he was lying. Fortunately
for him, he had philosophy enough
to subdue his curiosity until morning,
when he discovered that several bullets
had pierced the walls and windows of
his spare bedroom.
During the day a couple of hunters
came in for supplies from a large shooting
party encamped beside the pond
about half a mile away. Upon inquiry
it turned out that as the men could
not alpen that first nierht out thev had
amused themselves by firing: in the
moonlight at a dead tree top on the
other side of the water.
1 The question of where the bullets
i they heedlessly set going might stop
, had not occurred to them.?Hull, Canada.
Dispatch.
TOLD DY A LETTER CARRIER.
HIm Story of n GlioNt For Whom Him
Father Had a Love Letter.
1 "Tell you the story? Cert. Captain
Fanning of the Tenth Ohio fought
through the civil war. At its close he
went over to Ireland with the Fenians
and was, I believe, imprisoned there for
1 a time. However, on his return he lived
in my father's district and he became
intimate with him, as they were both
Fenians. The captain, after a year or
two, enlisted in the regular army and
was sent out to the frontier to fight In1
dians. Now, father missed him, but
was not aware that he had enlisted.
1 In fact, nobody in Cincinnati of the
1 captain's acquaintances knew what be'
came of him, as he was a proud kind
1 of chap and did not relish the idea of
having it known that he was compelled
1 to enlist as a private soldier. He had
1 on several occasions talked with father
1 about a young lady in Ireland whom
: he intended making his wife. They cor1
responded, and of course, whenever
! father delivered a letter from Ireland,
' he joked with the captain about the fair.
' correspondent. Some six months after
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' the captain nau aisappeaicu, mmc-i
' had In his morning's mail pouch a letter
addressed as usual to the captain,
from Ireland. Precious letters delivered
" at the house were received and for ward
ed to the captain, so my father rang
" the door bell and was handing the letter
without looking up, to the servant,
as he thought, when his hand touched
something cold, and glancing sharply
I up, there stood the captain, smiling as
s he used to do whenever a letter with
I the Irish postmarked was delivered.
' Welcome back, Cap!" said my fath,
er, and even as he spoke the letter fell
on the doorstep, and in the captain's
' place stood the male Negro servant,
. slightly scowling as he mumbled, 'You
, must be in a big hurry dis mornin',
> droppln' the mail in this mannah.'
I Father turned white, and cold chills
f ran down his spinal column. Recover)
ing himself, he asked the Negro:
> " "Has Captain Fanning returned?'
; Receiving a negative answer, he proJ
ceeded on his route, and when he sat
i down to dinner that day he solemnly
said to my mother: 'Peggy, Captain
; Fanning is dead.'
"To her inquiries as to the details or
how he got the news, he made evasive
replies. The evening papers contained
this dispatch from some town near
where the captain was stationed:
" 'Captain Fanning of the Tenth Ohio
Volunteer infantry, serving as private
soldier in the regiment of cavalry,
was shot to death by a corporal of his
company at roll call this morning.'
"When father read the dispatch he
became so ill that he had to be put to
bed, and it was over a week before he
was able to resume his duties, when he
secured an exchange of routes with a
fellow-carrier.
After a pause? "Father lived a year
and a day, as he said he would, after
this hallucination, and while I don't
play one, two, three on ghosts, it has
always stumped me how he could foretell
so accurately the day of his death."
?Washington Post.
AN INDIAN WITNESS.
It Won "No Sabby" With Him Till
He Thowrht Bent to Understand.
The thing which proves most conclusively
that the Indian Is of superior Intelligence
Is that he understands so well
how to "no sabby" at exactly the right
time. If you meet him out upon the
prairie and want to know how far it is
to such and such a place, the chances
are, If he doesn't know you, he will "no
sabby." If you asked him to take a
drink with you there Is a probability
that the stupid look upon his face will
clear away at once.
Just to show how unutterably stupid
an Indian can be when he makes up his
mind It will be worth while to tell of
the one arrested Sunday night for
drunkenness. HlfTTlame is Tommy?"no
got some other name. White man he
take Indian name away. Maybe so
pretty soon white man going also to
take Tommy. Then Indian he got no
name at all."
"But who gave you the whisky?"
"No sabby."
"Did white man give it to you?"
"May be so.'
"Which one?"
"No sabby."
In the afternoon a number of Indians
came in their gay colored shirts to the
police headquarters and stood ready to
pay the fine of the one who was lying
in his cell. Commissioner Sam Strauss,
who has an intimate knowledge of Indian
ways, was called in to see what
might be done to induce Tommy to confess
where he bought the whisky. Mr.
Strauss not only tried to bring about
the desired results but he solicited the
aid of the Indians in the outer office.
They came in and talked in a serious
tone to their erring brother, telling him
in English that he ought to confess. If
he would do that he would be liberated.
The Indian within appeared greatly affected.
He would confess now. It was
right that he should. White man he
meant to do right by Indian. It was
somewhat to that significance that the
penitent began. If it hadn't been so
dark within you would almost have imagined
that he was about to shed tears.
He surely didn't want to deceive anybody,
he was at last ready to confess
everything.
And this-is the way he did it: "Maybe
so I buy whisky: maybe so white
man sell whisky IIP Tommy: maybe so
Tommy find whisky. Anyhow, Tommy
get pretty d? drunk."?Lawton,
Oklahoma, Enterprise,
AN OZARK GRAFT.
A Man Held Up, Doctored and Made
to Settle at the Muszle of a Platol.
"Out in the Ozark Mountains a few
years ago, I experienced the strangest
hold-up in my whole career," said a
man who had traveled around a great
deal, "and I have been through a few
train robberies, a stage hold-up and a
few other exciting things of this sort.
"One evening just about dusk, I was
strolling along the mountain side, when
a dilapidated man suddenly shambled
out from behind a small clump of bushes.
I paid no particular attention to
him for he did not look like a very des
perate man, and I really did not expect
him to say anything to me unless
he should beg a nickle or a dime. Really,
my hurried and Indifferent impression
of the man was that he was simply
a harmless beggar. Suddenly, and
with an unsuspected activity, he threw
himself directly in front of me and
momentarily blocked my passage.
'Stick out your tongue,' he said in a
commanding tone of voice, and I obeyed
him. 'I see,' he said, after carefully
scrutinizing my tongue. 'Let me feel
your pulse,' he said, as he grabbed my
wrist. 'I see,' he said again. 'How's
the appetite?' he asked, and I told him.
'I see,' he said again.
"'Sleep uneven, eh?' he continued,
'and you feel tired all the time. Suffer
with nausea, too, I suppose, and your
food doesn't agree with you, and your
nerves are in bad shape, and pain in
the breast, and heavy headache, and?I
see?I see,' he said after awhile. He
pulled a little box out of his pocket,
fumbled for a few seconds and then
handed me a half-dozen small pills,
with the instruction that I take one
every three hours. 'Fifty cents,' he
said, 'for diagnosis and medicine.' I
protested, telling him that I had not
asked his assistance. He drew a large,
ugly-looking pistol from his pocket,
and, looking me squarely in the eye,
simply repeated, 'Fifty cents.' I gave
it to him, and to tell the truth, was
glad to get off so lightly in that wild
region of the world. It was a new
3 T
method in the hold-up Dusiness unu i
experienced a new sensation as a result
of it all.
"Inquiry developed the fact that no
such man lived permanently in that
section, and I was laughed at considerably
because I had been made the
victim of a tramp's crooked enterprise."
?New Orleans Times-Democrat.
Jt'v' Some people are so good-natured
that they are disagreeable.
Jt-w' Under all circumstances make the
best of your surroundings.
HOW SCANDAL GROWS.
How a Story Gain* In Slse, Like a
Rolling; Snowball.
Mr. Jones is a solemn gentleman with
a pessimistic view of life in general and
his neighbors' actions in particular. He
looks sad in a pleased sort of way as he
speaks to his wife across the breakfast
table.
Mr. Jones?It is really too bad how
that young Ferguson is going on. Only
married a few months, and his wife is
such a nice girl. Poor little woman!"
Mrs. Jones (with eager interest)?
What has he been doing? I have always
had my suspicions of him, but, of
course, I have said nothing.
Mr.. Jones (attacking his omelet)?
Why when I went down last night to
the board meeting, Ferguson was on the
same train and alone. He was beaming
in the most undignified way, like a
schoolboy out on a lark. When I came
home, I passed one of the theatres just
as it let out, and caught a glimpse of
Ferguson sailing away with a stunningly
dressed woman?most devoted, too.
They were on their way to supper, for
I watched them turn into a cafe,
Mrs. Jones (ecstatically)?The wretch!
And I suppose poor Carla was sitting ^
patiently at home waiting for him, or
else crying her eyes out! It's disgraceful!
I'll wager she wishes now she had
married Mr. Raymond instead, even if
he is old enough to be her father!
scene 2.
Sitting room of Mrs. Smith. She is almost
touching heads with her caller,
Mrs. White. . >
Mrs. Smith?What! You haven't
heard? Why, that young man Ferguson
is treating his wife horribly, and
she is so brave about it. Poor thing;
goes out just the same and never once
drops her pretty smile. He is infatuated
with another woman?takes her to
theatres and wine suppers and is put
every evening in the week. Mrs. Jones
knows all about it and she says Carla
bitterly regrets her mistake in not taking
that nice Mr. Raymond Instead. Of
course, he is dull, but then he would
not have neglected her. ' Oh, these
young men!"
Mrs. White?I always did feel that
he wasn't to be trusted!"
scene 3.
Mrs. White has three women to
luncheon.
Mrs. White?And so Carla has reached
the limit of her endurance! She's
going to get a divorce and marry Mr.
Raymond?he was' deperately in love
with her before she made the mistake
of marrying Ferguson and has Jumped
at the chance. I admire her spirit,
inougn i naie 10 Bee a nome Drotcen up.
It serves Ferguson Just right. I only
wonder why she delays leaving httn
and going back to her father". '..Jl
Chorus of Women?Yes, Isn't It odd?
Poor child, what an unhappy experience
for her?and how she keeps her troubles
to herself.
scene 4.
The home of the Fergusons. Carla
and her husband are contentedly sitting
by the reading lamp cutting magazines.
Ferguson (suddenly)?Say, dear, you
know my new fall hat?the one I went
down on the train ahead of you to buy
the evening we took In the theatre last
week? Well, I've splashed Ink on It.
Can you clean It? v
Carla?Yes, certainly. You look so well
in that hat, Dick. I was proud of you
when you came to meet me at the station.
Say, what on earth do you suppose
alls all the women I know? They
have gazed at me with tears In their
eyes the last few days and patted me
on the shoulder. Today Mrs. Jones
said I could always rely on her and
there were plenty of others to back me
up.
Ferguson (amusedly)?Search me.
Why don't you ask 'em?
She does, and Ferguson, coming
home next evening, Is swamped with
hysterical torrent of speech, In which
inoffensive Mr. Raymond, "gossipy,
horrid women," corruscatlng wrath and
choking laughter are inextricably mingled.
Ferguson (after three distinct attempts
to speak his mind, which end In
failures)?And there's absolutely nothing
we can do to convince people It's untrue!
Carla, come weep on the shoulder
of your villainous husband?and let's us
to the theatre to celebrate!"?Chicago
Daily News.
The FlrNt Strike.
The terrible plague of 1348, which
continued during eight years, and of
which such grewsome stories may be
read in history and romance, destroyed
it is believed, nearly two thirds of
the human race then existing. In London
50,000 bodies were burled in one
graveyard: in Lubeck, 90,000; in Spain,
over half the population was destroyed;
and in the countries of the East,
20,000,000 perished in one year. One result
of this protracted "dance or
death," far more terrible than Hans
Holbein's weird conception was a
scarcity of labor so great that it was
feared it would not be possible to provide
for the living.
Such a state of affairs naturely encouraged
the skilled craftsmen of the
time to increase the price they asked
for their services. Their terms became
so exorbitant that it was impossible, in
the impoverished condition in which
the ravages of the plague had left a'l
the great cities of the world, to meet
their demands, as it was equally imposible
to do without their services.
It was the first recorded "strike" in
the history of mankind, and as on all
subsequent occasions, it was met by
force. Governments hurriedly enacted
"labor laws," and policed the cities
with whatever armed forced they could
muster. It was an attenpt to take an
unfair advantage of disaster, and
death, and it failed, as it deserved to
fail; but it proved how absolutely neo
essary to mankind were certain forms
of labor, and sounded they keynote of
the call for all subsequent strikes down
to the present day.?Exchange.
t'V Suspicion is a source of great unhapplness.