'Ben 'LutleToKTB "thTughter was si- | tent. For' a moment she absently watched the playful antics of a little boomer squirrel on the side of a nearby hickory. Then she arose. "Look," she urged?It was one of the charming wiles of her?"Look at "Look," She/Urged?It Was One of the Charming Wiles of Her?"Look at j My New Dress*" '< _. v. tny new dress. Me and Pat made It, every stitch of It. Don't you think Ifs nice?" . ' "Sure, li s nice, mie ugrftu. r.ui , any dress look3 nice on you, Babe, ll -enlv-you'd stick #\vlth Mrs, Mcl.uurln | let he* educate you I Vou | shouldn't have cared anything- about 1 what my mother said; my inothei doesn't always see things In the true light. You'll go back, won't you?" She bent toward him and usked pointedly i "Bill Dale, what makes you so anx j lous fo' me to go?" "Because," reudlly, "I want you to' have uu education." "What makes you want me to havf a education, BUI Dale?" "Because yyu'd he such a splendid | woman, If you had an education." Babe l.lttleford pursued with childlike eagerness: "And what manes j you want me to be such a s-splendid woman ?" Dale lifted his gray eyes and an- J swered her frankly: "Because I expect to marry you some day." Babe LittJeford blushed deeply. Her eyes were glad, tilled with rejoicing. If he didn't love her now, at least Just a weeny-teeny bit, lie wouldn't be thinking of marrying her some day, certainly, and this conclusion made her happier than she had ever been in all her life before. She wished wildly " 'v ? ? ' 1 I- - * ? #*11 linr mill Slie COUIU ouy mm Willi ail Iiv. might?and she had u big notion to do , It. Hut what would he thluk of her? Well, there would come a day when she would surely hug hliu with all her might. She would simply break bis , blessed hones, almost. "Will you go to Patricia tomorrow?" he asked. % I She really believed that she ought ' to go. Hut the thought of leaving him was more hateful than ever, now that she knew he meant to marry her. She strove to change the subject? "See that little, teeny llower over there?that little, teeny, hlue one?" she usked, pointing. "That's n dayflower. It's the purest blue of any. They call It a duyllower because it don't last but Jest one single day." And again, pointing: "See that little, teeny, purple flower over there at them twisted laurels? That's called Job's tears, ami tliey don't Inst but one day, neither. That little red, spidery thing Is bee balm. Over ynnder at the hlck'ry is monkshood. I Turned the names out o* a book Major Bradley louiit me. Hadn't we better be a-golu' toward home? It?It'll be u-couiin' dark purty soon, won't It?'' Said Dale. "Will you go buck to Putricia tomorrow?" "I?I've beey a-wonderiif," murmured Babe. "Which Is proper, Hill, bust or burst?" Dale spoka quickly. "Hurst for you, bust for me. WIU you go back to Patricia?" * Heateu, Habe Littleford drew u long breath and smiled. "Yes, Mister Dale," she answered resignedly. "I will. I'll go wliar? where you want me to go, ef?if it's I to Torment, auw ten me now u tlmt I find my iieople and their incudes as thick as m'lasses in a ju^, while we walk on." When Pule returned to John .Moreland's cabin from having seen Buhe JJttleford safely to her father's dootv faprbulg Liebe f Illustrations by ?Irwin Myeiw^aS ioKt by Doubl^day , Page-4i Gfe, nt?"found"MnJoFBradley niuT'By Heck | waiting at the gate. Heck had souie ! Important, bad news, he said. "Better not tell me about It until after supper," replied Dale. "I'm as hungry as you ever were, By." They went In to sit down to one of ; the best meals Addie Moreland bad , ever jrrcpared. When they had tin- I Ished eating, John Moreland led the I way Into the best room, where they i took chairs. The major produced ; cigars. By Heck, swollen with a feel- j Ing of greatness, lighted the wrong j end of his weed, faced Dale, and i gun to unburden his mind of Its weight I of Information. , "Well, Bill, old boy," he began?and j then stormed to wonder why his cigar | wouldn't smoke as well as the major's. "Well. Bill, old boy," he went on, finally. "Henderson Goff, he's shore been as busy as a one-armed man In a bumblebee's nest I caln't see, Igod, what's wrong with this here seegyar. He's went and brung about twenty-five Torreys from two places knowed as Jerus'lem cove and Hatfon's hell, to help work his mine when he gits It. They're all a-puttlu' up with them Balls. The Torreys Is part Injun, Cherokee Injun, and I've hecred It said 'at they wus as bnd or wuss'n rattlesnake broth." Mnjor Bradley blew a little cloud of smoke upward. "More of the gome of bluff, perhaps," he suggested. "I'm Inclined to think so," thoughtfully said Dale. "Well, we'll avoid trouble as long as we decently can; and when we can no Iw^er get around It, we'll call In as much of the law as we can get, and meet It half-way. Eh, Hayes?" "Sure,'' nodded tbe mining expert, j Dale wns on his way to the new siding the following morning, when he \ met Henderson Qoff. Again Dale wasforcibly reminded of sforles he had heard and read of Mississippi river i steumboat gamblers of the long ago. Goff stepped out of the trail, smljed and spoke with apparent good humor. Dale ^passeji .him without a word. i Then the "shyster coal man called out, "Iteady to sell yet?" The Moreland Coal company's man- | nger halted nnd faced about with aj [tuckering of liis brows. "For a fair price, yes." "Just what would you c?ill a fair price?" "Oh, somewhere between t\> o nnd three hundred thousand," promptly. GoiT sniffed, and the corners of his mouth came down. "You don't want much. You won't get It from me!" "I don't want it from you." Dale turned and wenf on. He was sorry that he had stopped to talk with t lie fellow. That afternoon he again met Oof! In the trail. The bare sight of the j shyster made him very angry now, and ; his right hand fell upon the butt of j the big revolver on his hip. Go,7 was j about to sidestep In the laurels, when Dale caught him roughly by the arm. "See here," he said sharply, "you've about cut your little swam. we've hud enough of you. l'ou can't tet this coal at any price, and the sooner you get youreelf out of this country the better and safer It will be for you ! /To be plain, I'm pretty apt to thrash .. ou the very uext time 1 see you. .Vow move oh!" GolT went olT laughing wickedly, j "Oh, all right, Dale; gu ahead and build the little road for me!" he said. , l.ate that night every sleeper In the valley of the Doe was awakened by a greut, rumbling explosion, which was ! followed almost Immediately by an other great, rumbling explosion, lie- i fore the reverberations hud died j away, Bill Dale had dressed himself and was standing on the vine-hung j front porch, and lie was only u few , 1 seconds ahead of John Moreland. Then there cuine the tearing sound of a heavy explosion miles to the east- | , ward. 1 "Do ye know whut it lsV" Inquired j the mountaineer. ? "They've stolen our dynamite from I (he tohucco-barn, and blown up the of- : lice and supplies building and the com- | missary building; ulso they've blowu up the big trestle near the hiding," j Dale answered. " 'At's my guess, too," said Moreland. Within the next half hour Dale und i ; Huyes, Major liradley, and the menfolk of the Murelunds und the Littlefords had gathered around the wreck of the two big, unfinished frame build1 lags. Dale blamed himself much for : ! having left dynamite unguarded In the touncco-uurii?nut nooouy eise uiumcu him for It. "It's time to Jet the law In," lie said when he ha?l vlewe:' the jumbled mass j >f broken planks and timbers by (be light of lanterns. lie turned to stalwart Luke Mureland. "You get on my horse and ride to Cartersvllle for the sheriff. Toll him lie can get the best posse in the world right here, If lie needs one. It's the proper thing. Isn't it, major?" "Yes," said Major I'.radley, "It's the proper thing. You've got a real grley | | nn<-e now. L'.nt I tjiijey JJoff hud notti- j lug" to^lo with fhls;" he "Is"shrewd enough to know that a thing like this would cook his goose. Goff has been flaying a bluff game all along, you know. Some Balls or some Torreys. perhaps a mixture of both, have doue this without,Goff's knowing anything about It. I'd have Sheriff Flowers aroovnrni nt flip Roll*. and several of tlie Torreys, and try to scare tfiem Into turning state's evidence to save themselves." The major finished In a low toi?e, because of the probability for eavesdroppers, and In this he was wise. "We'll do that," Dale decided. fie faced Hayes, his right-hand man, and to ?lve orders like a veternn general manager. The men were to take tliejr rifles with them to work In the morning, but they were to fir? no shot unless It was In defense of life or property. In the morning every available wagon In the valley was to be sent to the little sawmill that was In operation ten miles toward the lowland for more building material. Ky Heck joined them then. He guessed Just what had happened, plucked at Dale's sleeve and whispered : "Sposen I takes a sneak or two toward them lowdown. walnut-eyed, knock-kneed, dadblmned Bans ana Torreys nnd finds out what I eon find out; hey, Bill?" The answer came readily: "Sure, you be detective. But be careful that you don't lose anything for ua, y* know, If you don't gain anything." ' By fleck and his rifle disappeared in the darkness of the mountqjn night. A little after work-time that day. Bill Dale started alone on the way or the nnrrow-gauge railroad for the siding. He wished to see for himself Just what the damage had been to the trestle, and he hoped to meet Goff, or a Ball, or a Torrey, and ieurn some thing that would be to his advantage Before he had covered two miles, he had seen two of the enemy sku/klng through the woods, and lie recognized them for Torreys from Jerusalem Cove und Ilntton's Hell; he knew ii by their very swarthy skin, their high cheekbones and their coarse black hair, the outcropplngs of the Cherokee Indian blood In them. They looked cunning and wicked. Dale loosened lu Its holster the big revolver thai Major Bradley hod persuaded him to. carry for his own protection. John Moreland had taught him how to use firearms. # At a point near where the little stream that flowed past the Halfway switch emptied into Doe fiver, where Doe river turned almost squarely to the left, Dale halted abruptly. He had seen a man dart behind a scrubby oak some thirty yards ahead of him; quite naturally, lie concluded that the fel low meant to waylay him, nnd lie, too stepped behind a tree, a big hemlock A silent nTnute went by. Then Dale put his lint out ou one side of the tree and peeped from the other side; It was an old trick that Grandpap More land had told him about A rifle j cracked promptly and sharply, nn.i a j bullethoie appeared in the rim of his' hat 1 Following it, there enme the coarse bnss voice of Blnck Adam Ball, the mountaineer Goliath: "You ealn't fool me. 1 Jest shot to put a hole In yore new hat nnd to show ye 'at I ain't no bad shot. You caln't hit my hat!" Dale's temper, the temper that had always been so hard to keep undci control, rose quickly. He tried to rea with himself, nnd couldn't; tils passion mastered him. He snatched the hip revolver from Its holster and cocked it. With as steady n hand m over held a weapon trained, he began to fake aim at llall's slouch hat, the half of which was in plain view tit one side of the scrubby oak. "I fooled you once, back there h> (lie middle of the river," he cried hot ly, "and now I'm going to fool you again T There was In his voice that old, old primitive ruge, which frightened him. : and puzzled him too, In his better moments. He let down the bead until it was barely visible in the notch, and eased off the trigger. The revolver roared and spat fortli a tiny tongue of ttaine ahd a little cloud of white smoke. Ball sprang erect, wheeled, and fell crashing to the leaves! Dale dropped his weapon. He went us white as death, and Ids two hands clutched uncertainly at his throat He was a murderer! No, he wasn't?his bullet had gone wild; it had struck Ball's head on the other side of the tree, by accident. But how could lie prove that It had been an accident? Would any Jury believe him? It wus far from probable. He stepped from behind the hemlock and went toward the writhing Goliath, whose legs only were visible now. Then a third shot rang out on the morning stillness. It had been fired from a point some little distance away, and Dale's condition of mind at the moment was such that he didn't even note the direction from which the sound had come. He was unhurt, and he had not heard the whine of a bullet or the pattering of shot on the leaves. When lie looked about him, he saw no one; neither did lie see any telltale smoke. Perhaps, lie thought dimly. It had been a squirrel-hunter that iind tired that sliot. He forgot about It very quickly for the time being, and went on toward A?lam BalJ, who now was lying perfectly still. There was a bullet-hole through and through the great, shaggy head. The face behind the short, curly black heard was of the colorless hue of soapstone. The giant liillman was dead. Bill Dale knelt tnere nesiuc diuw Adam. Again he clutched at his throat with his two shaking hands, and tills time lie tore Ids blue tinnnel shirt. All the agony and all the remorse In the universe seemed to he gathering there in his heart Never before hud Jie WAVE OF WARM WEATHER } Science Wreslles With Puzzling Problem. I RESENT CONDITIONS WIDESPREAD? . i <+ ' Many Theories as to the Why of the Situation, Some of Them Possible; but None of Them Definite. I A period of drought and heat seldom equaled during the life of the oldest amateur weather observer has "the world" in its grip, according to statements that have appeared over and over again during the last few months an# scores of theories have been advanced to account for this "worldwide" condition. That the altered i weather situation is not so general [ as has been; assumed and that it is less I a case of undcr-supply than under-distribution?to.use marketing phrases? | is brought out in the following bulle' tin from the Washington. D. C., headquarters of the National Geographic Society. "Because we are most familiar with North America and Europe and receive the vast majority of our telegraphic dispatches from places on those two continents, we more or, less i naturally fall into the error of considering American and European conditions to be typical of world conditions," says the bulletin. 'This is true of the abnormally warm and dry weather that has been experienced during the past two or three months, probably over the middle latitudes of the entire nbrthern hemisphere, but which we certainly know to have been prevalent orily in a part of that region. ?een death". Tts grim presence terrified him. Thnt the deplorable thing had been nn accident, due to his faulty marksmanship, mattered little. He had killed a man. and the blood-red brand of Cain was burning nway on his brow; he was a man In a hell of his own inrtklng. And kneeling there Bill DaJe sobbed a great sob tout shook his broad shoulders as a violent agtie would have shaken them. Me tried to look at the blue-edged hole lu the shaggy head; at the cruel, brutish face that was of the colorless hue of soapstone. Merciful tears blinded him, and he couldn't see. It was a compensation, a pitifully beautiful compensation. ... Five minutes passed, five minutes that were us five yrars to this man who had never l?een in the presence of death before. Then he realized that he was being surrounded by kinsmen of the dead,'mountaineer. He looked up into thHr ashen, aiTgry fuees, and thev cursed i hlin. Big and gripping brown bauds were placed upon him; several rifles were turned upon him. He arose and spread out his arms, and offered his Ureast to the frowning muzzles. They could give him, at least, oblivion. "Shoot, If you like," he said bitterly. (To be Continued.) , The Story of Our States By JONATHAN BRACE XXXVII.?NEBRASKA I ^s=~=5ss. ftfE Indian n^"le ^0r I ^33^ fr'om this ] came the name of the state. A " nickname for the state Is the ! Blackwater State. Of tlm early Spanish explora- " | tlons little is known, except that i Coronndo probably teached the great plain of this region in 1541. > j More than one liundred and ' twenty-five years later Father Marquette noted. th? I'lutte river I! on his trip up the Missouri. In ; ! the beginning of fhe Nineteenth 1 century the Lewis and Clark ex-x; ! peditlon skirted the boundaries .. of the present state and In 180f>, " Manuel Lisa established the <> first known settlement which was " | n fur trading post at Bellevue. ,, j | This was just after the Louisiana | " Purchase had brought Nebraska Into United States territory. Omaha was established as a <> post of the American Fur com" puny in 1825 und Nebruska City " i! the following year. I! With the California gold rush " In 1849 many pioneers passed ;: through Nebrusku and some stopped and settled there al- <> though there was a luw forbid- ' < ding settlements among the 1^| dians. The real colonization I ,, I IJUUIII, liuwerei, siniicu mm m<. passing of the Kansus-Nelirusko II I act In 1854, which arranged that , I these two sections should become I! free or slave states at the die- [ | tate of their inhabitants. The <, j | Nebraska territory was then or- || ga ill zed und reached from the i fortieth to the forty-ninth paral- || iel. In 1861, the region north 11 of 4.3 was made Into Dakota II territory. The Idaho territory j II was also created, which re- I! duced Nebraska to its present || size of 77,520 square miles, ex' cept for a slight addition in the || Northwest which was made in 11 1882. 11 " In 1807 Nebraska was admit- " 1 II ted as the 37th state over the II president's veto. It has eight presidential electors. II e fully solved." 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I mostly ipine and balance work land, , About 3-4 mile to Beershe.Da school* It 1*. going to sell; so if you want it see me right away. Property of H. C. Farrls. 60 2-5 Acres?4 1-2 miles from York, and less than bkJf mile to Philadelphia school house, church and station- Four . , room residence, besides hall; 4-reom tenant house; barns; 3 wells of good ? water, and nice orchard. About I acres in pasture and woods and balance open land. Act quick if you want it. Prop' erty of C. Jj Thomasson. . 90 Acres at Brattonsvills?Property ' of Estate of Mrs- Agnes Harris. Will f give a real bargain here. , 144 Acres?Five miles from Filbert I on Rid)pe Road, bounded by lands of W. M. Burns, John Hartness and others; 7-room residence, 5-stall barn and | other outbuildings; two 4-room tenant houses, barns, etc.; 2 wells and 1, good I spring; 3 horse farm open and balance in timber (oak, pine, &c.) and pasture, j About 2 miles to Dixie School and I Beersheba church. Property of Mrs. S. J. 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