. * ISSUED SXVI-WEEKL^ i. m. orist's sohs. p?bu.h.n,} % 4fsmit8 U? convalescent president of the Bayou State Security from the Grierson mansion to the south-bound train. Andrew Galbraith was not alone in the carriage, and possibly there were those in the sleeping car who mistook the dark-eyed and strikingly beautiful young woman, who took leave of him in his section, for his daughter. But the whispered words of leave-taking were rather those of a confidante than a kinswoman. "I'll arrange the Raymer matter as yau suggest," she said, "and if I had even a speaking acquaintance with God. I'd pray for you the longest day I live T'nrle Andrew. And about the trial; I'm going to leave it all with you! Just remember that I shall bleed little drops of blood for every day the 4> _ judge gives him. and that the only ^ way he can be helped is by a short sentence. He wouldn't take a pardon; he?he wants to pay. you know. Good-night and good-by!" And she ^ put her strong arms around Andrew Galbraith's neck and kissed him, thereby convincing the family party In lower seven that she was not only the DKT mYNDE rCDHIOKS CXY>YX/C*r3yCH**LCJ XMBAOtt JO*? old man's daughter, but a very affectionate one, at that. The little-changing seasons of central Louisiana had measured two com plete rounds on tne yeany aiai ui time's unremitting and unhastlng clock when the best hired carriage that Baton Rouge could afford drew up before the entrance to the state's prison I and waited. Precisely on the stroke of , twelve, a man for whom the prison I rules had lately been relaxed sufficiently to allow his hair to grow, came out, looked about him as one dazed, and assaulted the closed door of the carriage as if he meant to tear it from its hinges. "Oh, boy, boy!" came from the one who had waited; and Jien the carriage door yielded, opened, closed with a crash, and the negro driver clucked to his horses. They were half-way to the railroad station, and she was trying to persuade him that there would be months and years in which to make up for the loveless blank, before sane speech found its opportunity. And even then there were interruptions. "I knew you'd be here; no, they didn't tell me, but I knew it?I would have staked my life on it, Margery, girl," he said, in the first lucid interval. "And you?you've paid the Price, haven't you. Kenneth? But, oh, boy, dear! I've paid it, too! Don't you believe me?" There was another interruption and because the carriage windows were open, the negro driver gnnneu auu confided a remark to his horses. Then the transgressor began again. ' Where are you taking me, Margeiy??not that it makes any manner of difference." "We are going by train to New Orleans, and this?this?very?evening we are to be married, in Mr. Galbraith's house. And Uncle Andrew is going to give the bride away. It's all arranged." "And after?" "Afterward, we are going away?I don't know where. I just told dear old Saint Andrew to buy the tickets to anywhere he thought would be nice, and we'd go. I don't care where it is? do you? And when we get there, I'll buy you a pen and some ink and paper, and you'll go on writing the book, just as if nothing had happened. Say you will, boy, dear; please say you will! And then I'll know that?the price? wasn't?too great" He was looking out of the carriage window when he answered her, across to the levee and beyond it to the farther shore of the great river, and his eyes were the eyes of a man who has seen of the travail of his soul and is satisfied. "I shall never writ? that book, little girl. That story, and all the mistakes that were going to the making of It, lie on the other side of?the Price. But one day, please God, there shall be another and a worthier one." "Yes?please God," she said; and the dark eyes were shining softly. THE END. BULGARIA'S SEAPORT Latest Entrant in European War has Only One Outlet. Dedeagatch Is the port upon the Aegean sea to which the Bulgarians I pin some of their brightest hopes for a rich commercial future, according I to a study in war geography recently I prepared by the National Geographic | society. A free outlet to the Aegean and the Mediterranean was something long coveted by Bulgarian statesmen, who felt that their foreign trade would tirst begin with their acquirement of a port upon the open sea. In Dedeagatch, the patriotic natives see a future New York, a Balkan London, and the possession of this harbor appears to them one of the greatest benefits of their war with Turkey. Bulgarian products, from attar of roses to grain and hides, are soon to leave for the world's central markets in Bulgarian boats from a Bulgarian port. Holding their port so important, it is small wonder that the Bulgarians felt the loss of the railway through Adrianople, which connects Dedeagatch with the interior of their country, to be a disaster that must be made good at the earliest possible moment and at all hazard. The recently reported cession of territory by the Ottoman empire restores to Bulgaria the land through which this railway runs, and so restores to the sturdy peasant nation its ardent hopes for the age to come. With their small strip of seashore along the Aegean and with an export city at Dedeagatch, with its communications safe upon home soil, the Bulgarian feels that his country has become more than a Balkan power; it has become a Mediterreanean power, a member of the family of Europe, a state with a future as wide as the oceans. Dedeagatch is situated upon tne gulf of Enos, about 10 miles north of the Maritza estuary. The little town began its career as a seaport under Abdu Hamid II. when it hegan to capture much of the trade that had formerly been done through the port of Enos. which lies upon the southeastern point of the gulf of Enos, on the southern bank of the Maritza river. Forty y\ars ago. Dedeagateh was merely a cluster of fishermen's huts, struggling back from an open roadstead. Since then, a new town has grown up. small, with only 4.000 population, but alert, progressive, confident. Several factors have entered into this promise of Dedeagateh. First among its advantages, is that of its railway connections, which link it with Coni stantinople, Sofia. Bourgas and Salonii ki, its rival to the south, Enos, suo cumbed to its unhealthy climate and to the shifting of coastal sandbars. The inhabitants of this harbor city, as ail along the coasts of the Aegean, were mostly Greeks up to the occupation and administration by the Bulgarians. Greek commission houses and shippers had most of its trade in their hands. The opening of the Constantinople-Saloniki railway in 1896 brought rapid prosperity to the place, some of which was lost again when railway connections were made between the interior and the Black sea port of Bourgas. The city is the na. tural outlet of the Maritza valley, I lie