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w AN HUMBLE HERO^SSf 5 ! • • •• • •I •••*• •• •L V.*V MONTFORT CHAPTER XVII. ' MAKINd AMF'.M; * Sim Banka walkin] ulowly lioraoward. Since leaving Sam Morgan be bad grown calm. very, very calm, but bl* (Mart was an heavy an lead, ilia was the calmness of bopelesa despair and complete resignation. **1 see my duty,” be repeated over and over, “an I'll do It4f It kllla me.” , His face was white, but there was a firm, set expression there which show ed that his mind was made up to a pur pose and that there would be no wa ▼erlug In fulfilling It. Like his class In general, he waa slow to see his duty, but once having seen It there was no shirking It and no faltering In Its dls charge. He believed all 8am Morgan had told him. In view of all he knew he had no shadow of reason for doubting. It was true, every word of It Vet l»efore be acted be would hear It from 1x»u Isa's own lips. He even hoped - hoped against bo|>e—that she might In some way aaMafactoniy explain It all. tVhat ever she said be would ttelleve. lie would take her word against all the world tft'bea he reached borne, be went dl redly to her. He noticed that she looked more sad and worn than he bad ever seen her. and a feeling of pity and compeselon stirred bis heart to the very bottom. In his sympathies hie •wo suffeiiugs held the second place. His wife’s were firet Kvrn as be stood before her be hesi tated to apeak, but not for long. Duty with him was doty, and It moat be duos ao matter bow bitter tbs cost. With a <|Utet finuneae that was sur IsHMeey.** he said. "I'd rather be thle mlnotr than to speak the I’ve got to say. but I feel It’s my den tr> spsea so that oore an for all ee emy enderstsnd each other " He paused a moment, and she glanc ed up le<|utnngly. thee agala beet her heed ever her work •lie yee heew. i>ooeesy.“ he went ee what all people ere aayte about yee ae Mettle?” r* heed, and be saw the lo her face. They are Irllle that yoa met that BMu le the semis oet that as that yoe ; - Isieevey It's hard to soy the reel het it * best tossy It. They , that man yoe loved bus ' It see oet aU oet. ami be salted for i her te speak Hut he salted lo vain liar bead beat loser over ber work ' sad her whole form seemed to droop bet she r**uial»«d elleul. •Is N tree, l^-oevs i T he asked after 1 awhile, hie voice strangely gentle and leader. Tell e»e. la It all tree, as they seyr •be did not ansaev '•a) 'Tea' or ’No l-oussoy." he la sloted "Tea.” she said lo a tone scarcely audible. “Ae » It tree. Looeeey. that yoe do h>v* htmr* “Yea.” Then after a pause she add ed ”1 can’t nrtp It. God knows I can't , I n leh I was dead.’’ ! _ gim frwed In le* ve the room, bat st | ; _ • up “Lsesrsy.” be said. ”1 ain't bUmtn yoe. It ain't your fault that things has turned out like this. God knows It ain't” Then he passed on and went to bis owu room. He picked up hka gun and examint'd It and taw that It was In perfect order. He set It down where It would be handy to him, saying to hlm- aelf : • That’s all HI need, an It's all I’ll take.” Then be took some papers from a lit tie locked tin box aud went out He walked down the street until be came to the office of Squire Beeson, the jus tlce of the peace. In all bis move ments be waa as calm aud deliberate aj though nothing out of common had transpired, and there were no outward indications of the fire that was trying his soul Appearing before the squire, he placed the papers on the desk, saying quietly: “Can you make out a deed for me right away, squire?” , “Shore,” was the prompt reply. “Been sellln some of your land, Sim?" “No. 1 want the deed made out to Loueesy.” The aqulre, having beard the talk •bout Louisa and Melvin, thought he understood the aituatlon, and be was not sorpriaed at Sim’s words. It oc curred to him at once that* Sim aud Loniaa were going to separate and that 81m was going to divide his posses sions with her. “All right,” be said, bringing out some blanks and preparing to fill in the deed. “What part of your land are yon goto to give Loueesy?" “AU of It.” 81m replied. __ _. “All!” the squire exclaimed. “AIL” The squire laid his pen down and tamed around, facing Sim. He took •Is spectacles off, wiped them slowly wttb bis red cotton handkerchief, then pot them on again. % — “Sim,” he said slowly, “It ain’t bone of ay business, of course, bat if I was you 1 wouldn’t do that” “Wouldn’t do wblear 81a asked. “1 wouldn't give Loueesy all the said. “From 'what I’ve heard, It ain't yotir fault lhat things are the way they are.” “It Is. though. It’s all my fault," “1 can't see how that Is, Sim. .1 ain't never beam of nothin you’ve done to wrong Loueesy.” "But I have, squire. I’ve done her a wrong I’ll never forgive myself for, the cruelest wickedest wrong ever any man can do a woman.” The squire stared lu astonishment. “Why, Sim,” he said. “I can’t under ■tand you. I’ve kuowed you. all your life, au I’ve never ylt beam of you doln anybody wrong, much less Loueesy/ “But It’s so. I have wronged her, a* I say.” '"When?” “The day I married her.” "Sim!” "It’s the truth, squire, the God’s truth. I didn't know It then, but know It now. I’d ’a’ better a’ killed her any day than to 's’ made her my wife.” The sqbtre shook his head. “1 can’t see.” he said, "bow you go 'bout ms kin that out Men have been a-marryln women ever aence the begin nln of creation, an I ain’t never before beam It looked on as a crime.” It ain’t no crime whar the man an the woman k>ve each other." 81m re plied. “an whar they're ekal ever* way an suited together. But whar them things ain’t so It’s a crime, aa they ain’t ao In our case.” — “Hot yoe loved Luiureay. 81m?’ _ “I did. eqelrr. an I love ber ylt. nn I’ll go on a lovln ber till I drew mf Iasi breoth How much I love ber no body bet God knows Thar ain’t me words strong enough to tell.” Thee It ain't your fault ’bout what’s happened. Him. loueesy ain’t done yoe right so”— Him sprang te bis fret sad held bis band up warnlngly. “Hold on. squire.” be Mid. “Don’t you go an My nothin ag'ta Ixioeeey. e»t nary a word, ’cause tbar*II be bard DeM betwixt us If y.»u du I’ve alius liked yoe. squire, an I like yoe ylt. aa I waat to go on a Itkla you. but I woe’t tf yoe talk ag'ta l-ooeeey “ Tbs squire shrugged bis shoulders and turned beck to bis desk. A Utils curtly H seemed lo Hlei. be Mid' Tell me «hat you want le this deed so I’ll go to work ae make It out." Instred of replying. Him drew nee ret to tbs squlr* and {dared hia band ea Ms shoulder. “Hqotre.” be Mid pieediagly. “I bops I ain’t guns aa made yee mad knows I never mMBt to do no sVcb thing, an I’m sorry tf I have I don’t waat to reuse no more bard feetln’s than I ran help, an specially when I feel like I ain’t got an friend* on earth ” Tbs squire Softened Immediately •| ain’t mad at you. Him.” Us replied ”nor 1 ain’t a goin to git road st yon I jest can’t make oet no jesttaw In your way of rensunln: that’s all” “An ylt It’s jest, for all that." “Mebby It la I donna” You know, squire. Uuiceay an me don’t suit You know that, don’t youT *’'Te«, ever'lmdy knows that now •Evrr'hudy knows It now, so I guess a good many knowed It fore *e mar That's whar F done wrong I s’ bad - in lilt m itm With each wort! his heart grew heavier and sadder, for that was the last thing he was ever to do for lAHilsa, and when It was finished his life aud hers would part, never to meet again. T am goln away,” he wrote, “an I'll never see you no more an never no more stand In th«f way of your happi ness. It Is hard, cruelly hard, but It la best, for 1 know that I can’t never make you happy, nn mebby when I'm gone It’ll he different You ain’t to blame for nothin, loueesy. All the bln me la mine.' What you done la nat- ’ral, au you couldn’t help it, but what I done I could ’a’ helped. I ort to 'a' knowed you couldn’t never be happy with me. It waa like draggln a bird down an try In to make It live with a mole, doln like the mole does. I ruined your life by urgln you to marry me when I ort to 'a' knowed better, but I hope you will forgive me, an I pray that God will too. I’ve paid the debt at the store, au I leave wBat money I have. If you need auy advice ’bout anything, go to Tap Sampson. He’ll be glad to help you. an I know you can trust him. I’ve done the beat I can for you, hut 1 know It ain’t much. All I want Is to make you happy,- an I hope you will lie. Don't think I blame you for nothin, for I don’t. It’s all my own fault. But I didn’t know. Far’well.” He placed the deeds on tlie lilhle, then folded the note carefully and laid It on top of them: Tl»e»» he took from tils pocket nil the money lie had and placed It In n little heap on the note. When it whs all done, he stood for little while looking at It. then turned away, saying to himself: “It ain’t uurcli. God knows, hut It's all I can do. nn mebby l.oneesy’ll nn demand.” After that le*'walked back and forth across the room for n long time, and his ■uiMrt wbile, an nea been a-wnnnu mu to take a calf he's get over tliar. Waul, l-put on my hut On went over to Ifoo's, -hut Joe's woman told me Joe wa’u’t at home, hut that he'd gone off to look for a pig that’d strayed away. So 1 Jesi^went an looked at the calf, made up 1, my mind Joe wanted too much for It, theta started back ucros^ the woods for home. Waal, I’d walked a right smart piece an was a-goln along with my head sorter dowu, a tblnklu 'bout somethin, when all at once 1 kind er glanced up, an right thar before me, not six feet away, laid that dead mau.” “Lord, but I bet you jumped an hol lered!” some one exclaimed. Thorn gave the speaker a look of mild contempt. “I bet I never,” he replied. “I never moved a Inch, nor I never give a squeaTc.” 1 “Waal, I bet you was skeered any how.” “No, sir, I wa'n’t skeered, not nary a grain more than I am this minute.” “Did you tech him?” somebody ask ed. - No, I didn't tech him, but It wa’n't ’cause I was afeard to. I 'lowed meb by It umught be ag’iu the law, an I wa’n’t Uggcrin on git tin into no trouble noway.” There was a short pause, after which someone said impressively: “Lord, jest lo think of a feller walkin up on to a dead man like that! My land. I wouldn't ’a’ done It for nothin on earth! I bet I'd ’a’ been skeered, an I'd ’a' jumped au hollered, too, an 1 reckon I'd most broke my neck a-gitUn away from thar. lA>rd!” “tand of gracious.’’ another exclaim ed, “If that had 'a' been me In place of Jim Tboru. I'd 'a' been skeered plumb out of my skin, an I’d jest ’a’, tore the earth up au knocked the bark offen all the trees round thar a gittln out of Jiem wimhIs.’’ * If the truth had been known, the only reason Jim Tltorn didn’t knock the bark off the trees getting out of those woods was because the t>ark was too tight to be knocked off. But that was something no one mv« Thorn knew, •Od he had no Idea of tueottoulng It. Then Jim Thorn bad to go out to Slot Batiks wood* and show where the IxsT* liN'1 lxs-n fotirid and explain In detail just bow It had lain He had to show the exact posit Ion of the bead the feet and the hand* and descrllw In fnll the precise attitude of the whole boily. After that be bad to stow Just tx he had made the dlswveery and how he had acted sail whet he hail done ever* tiling slaiut It All this be did by going through a rehearsal of hla move n ad seen him. and the moment ne ap|»ear- ed all conversation cett*ed. and every body stood with bis eyes fixed Inquir ingly on him. looking eoolly around, ha asked: “What’s the occasion of all this ex citement?” —‘~‘- There was a momentary silence, dur ing which every one turniHl his eyes on Jim Thorn. JTbat worthy, understand Ing what was expected of him, stepped forward and said In turn: “Why. stranger, ain’t you hearn?” “Heard what?” Waite asked. “Why. Lord, ’bout the murder.” The stranger shook his head and look ed surprised. “Murder!” he exclaimed. “Why, have you been having a murder here?" My land. I’d sesso! I’d ’lowed ev er’body knowed ’bout It before this An you ain’t beam a word of It?" “How should 1 when I Just arrived In the neighborhood?” Ob. you Jest now come, did you?” Just this moment I passed through here a few days ago and engaged board with Mr. Jenkins. Then I went on down tbe country und am Just uow getting back. But about this murder. Who was it that was killed?’’ “It was a feller named Melvin,' Thorn answered! "One of your citizens. I presume?” “No, he was a stranger. He’d only been here a few weeks. Stopped over IN ▲ HUMOROUS *BIN. “How’s this for intellectual Boston?' “ How’s what?” • “ An antique shop there advertises its stock thus: ‘Any Old Thing,”— Chicago Record-Herald. “ I don’t aee how you can be so des perately in love with a girl whom you have known such a abort time.” “Of course you don’t. But I’ve been loving that glrlall my life before I met her.”—Detroit Fiee Press. th«* an mebby 1 would If I'd 's' kcer ed enough to atop au thiuk. Loueesy ws* young an abe couldn't know, but I ws» older, su I oi l u» 'a* occu that ahe Couldn't never l*e happy with a mau like me. 1 done wrong lo urge her to marry me. au that's whar all fffc/ault Ilea. I've ruined her life au destroyed , her happiueita, bin I was too blind to Sec it till It was too late.” "So now”— d'So uow I’m a^.oiu to do what little 1 can to make nmenda. I’m a-golu to give her all I have, then lake myself out of her life. The squire was silent ami thoughtful a long time, and when at last he spoke he said: "Your rcasotiiu may be Jest, Sim. but whether it l»e <jr not I altt't a goin to argue with you 'bout It. 'cause It wouldn't be no use. You’ve got your head sot that away, nn nothin ain’t a-goln to change It." “Nothin." “Bijt, as 1 was n-goiu to say, Sim. don't give nlKvour laud away. It ain't right’, an nobody can't expect you to do sich a tiling.” “I’ll give ft all. squire, ever’ inch of it.” “Jcs v t think, though. Situ. You'D lie set out In the World without a home, without a dollar au”— “I have thought of all that, squire. I’ve thought of ever’fUing." . - ‘‘But suppose Loueesy,’ gits a divorce nn her an that other man— You'know what I mean?” “Yes, suppose they marry.” “Waal, would you want him to have' what’B*>our’u, while you didn’t have nothin?” “If it Is to be so,, squire, so let It be. 111 have the consciousness of kuowin that I've done my duty, ns far as J- could, toward Loueesy!” Tbe squire sighed and drew the blank toward him and took up his pen. ”1 hate to make any slch a deed.” he said, ‘ but If you will have It ao. so let It be” The deeds were made, and Slin sign ed them. Then he -went back home. Mopping at Hicks' store ou the way to settle a little account be had there. “Bver'thlng must be left In na good shape as poMlbte,” ne said to himself. “*> Lverevy won t. t»e **11 fflM f VBMrfc, *•! §!*• «!4 i f tlft lit# bend ea* b**et tie deep tbought. There eso oee thing in •«» ee liiegi*d foe to* f,,re he weal ImiI hr was afraid It ■light Dot be loot It was I bio of w hk h hr eao tblakinc aed si leoi he de rided -Vj. rtt D.4 tlu It.’ he Mht Td give tbe oofM lo ore L'Uer fy otMO* mure, bet I liftoff t do N. I da on t. f uf I te afeard I'd give way to all tblo I feel and that might gite ber sotm-tbln *ad tit remember. \o. I daon’t aed bt*f ee more, arte} ag’iu le all tblo wor!• l He took up bio gun and wettv out An boar later Hem Gordon and Jaaon Itoberta. returning from Jottaiban Ter aer'a Lord a gnu nred off Banko euuda. "Moatelatnly's abut a oqiitrrrf Ham remarked "UeckoU ao.’* Jaw n replieil like It o klad of hilt- i.» U >h ml rets, tbough.” Tbe IH-Xt morning James Me found dead la Him Hank* w •* • bullet hole through his It. art. Mu M*t ate nil aqelr 1% iii was da. wttb Towne—I understand its hard to get | a cook to go to the suburbs Subbs—Hard, nothing! W hy, man, I we’ve had 32»at oar house in the past | year.—Town Topics. Clergyman (after being rescued from shipwreck)—Mr. Smith, did I really appeal* scared when we thought nil would be lost? Mr. Smith—I can’t say that you were I scared, but for a man who has been trying to go to -Heaven all these years }ou appeared most reluctant to accept | the opportunity.—Haiper’s Bazar. The Wife—If this scaudal in the family is going to make any difference | in our social position it will be more 1 than I can bear. Chicago Millionaire—Don’t let that Tv. D hundred bushels of po- catot i remove eighty pounds ^ of ‘ uctuar’ Totai h from the IpL soil. Unless thiiipiantity js returned to the soil, a|J|> the following cr< p " ill n-,at« r'.al’.y decrease. /ST* “ <2/ t* * VU* tav Kxl* triiinft about t.*>;Ti*i"i>- u* o dm! V4iu<* krtii-< i* !.r » >r W* liey are seni Iree. ''..* c.tKMAN KAll WOK**, a- Nassau > ‘ New Visit. b-H X'J worry you a bit. If it does we’ll move to Jonathan Turner’s an claimed be I to New York.—Harper’s Bazar, was n-prospectin for mineral.” "Oh. that’s the man. eh?” y— "Yes. Did you know him?” Icinixtion? “No. I didn’t know Mr. Melvin, hot true hero. We will never forget him. 44 Then you are not Americans? “ No! How did you guess ?” “ By the fact that you never forget a hero.” Washington Star. “ Brethren,"’ said a man in raea- I ing, “ so many sinutr* are dying tvery. Are you a believer in vac- j “ j hoe co,,^ t o the coucrusion that day — .hell is full.” He sat Howii, when an Jewetb-Most certainly; it kept mv old deacon in the Amen corner raised that day 1 passed through here I stop- I daughter from playing the piano for lhe b y mn> » There's a place reserved ped at Mr. Turner's, and j remember | nearly a week.—Town Topics 1 bearing him speak of him. So that's .. . , the man that was killed?” I ‘* M J ^ » ** UiDK “That’s the man. tells me be much valuable information at college, J ; . I won’t forget everything when he comes for vou, brother—a place reserved for you!” -Atlanta Constitutioc. to of tbe particulars of tbe murder?” Then Thorn embraced the opportnnl ty for which be bad been waiting and proceeded to re [test tbe story be bad been telling all day. He even went through the pantomime of bla dlacvv ery of the body, not forgetting to show bow calmly be bad viewed It and bow fmrtraaly be bad passed hy li.on hla way to tbe atore. Th all this Waite 11* leoed with seemingly tbe greatest of tnten-xt. and Jason Roberts was \ conraged by that to demetairate for his benefit Just how tbe murderer i have fired the fatal shot from l ter of tbe big tree. If any one bad been observing tbs stranger * fare rtoafty. be mast bare He—‘’If I w “ ta hateful to you why did you accept all my presents so freely?” '• ' 8be—“Just like a man! Lnu t see Mid the profes- L he dlffereocc belweemthings’ Why, 4 he’* borrowed from me nl- p re «*uu were never objectionable, ’’-Yonker’s 8taie*man. | ' 0 „ , iUT »» borne.” “ I hope not, sir, aor; 1 ready “ Appearance* are deceitful,’ ao- IMlMBced Mrs. Beech wood. *• But not so deceitful as diMppear- ancea,” added Mr. Bagch wood. — I’ll la- burg Chrookle-Teltgraph.' “ Tommy, bow do you like your new mamma?” •‘Hbe ise’t new; abets secood-hanu. Mr. Goodman Whv don’t you taka Pledge, my good fellow? J^gnby—amS fWWl?ff—Ho any «»lber thloge to lake llenver ev* He Ma.~t where Mrltl tbe rorfMe Tbrn » off aed terwiMg » wlfb bl* bend doe bren walking that tale |***ui be eelerd fell oa tbe *ttHi. ai te bis 'rack* Per et»-1 there. h—kin« i bee •fllWfll •• Mill •** lo tiMT % llkltfr AU ilwNar II iiic* is ofon treaihg ragrvtj ft* their'eM ks In order *-*i eed moot tint in |i tnoTrmmfM. Tbra. bet lag sIm tlrje of Infurmntk'U ed, tbe rraWd f* I* carding - orb thing* to i a the re little but I atientks Mr pa lb prearUt I ^ aotkvd that It became qnlte pale na Ja son prueveded with bis riplaantlem Jaooa wm claiming ec ery body's o at (bat it»wuret. no wo oee IJr What ninmh w trnrwtitrtrtr unlucky to be aaairied? She-Good sees me!. What a poor iruiory you hare, my dear.—Tit-Biie. .. . . . —- . .. I “ Haw la your Sliakrepearr Cook (aereraly)—Yee, ma am ! 1 m X»nc)?” And I can’t give you a recoin ». 4 jh, wr have lo poelp*' wubtbw ind.re.d 4«iv tin.c * I- t’lnb rd ■rv- H 1 b. At g HI* i l—l .! "M bat do yew tbiekP* Jaaue naked when be bad tfauhed "liwu’t y b’llrve I'm right. »tranger? Watte ga«e a Uttle etar* — “Lb .'** be esdalaMd. "tib. yva, are rtgbi; yew a very libHy ” 10 be ” Ja*>4i mM "Am t ne 11 r,.ukl Ifrcsem. Tliougb I will lie Myiog Uiat Mr. tabarpe In a gtnliemar. second to] I noun. Mrs. Hberpe (mrekl Hridger. 1’erbnpw that w | ;wr • Hamr giee a rnc it nrariy want* to age lie- 8krl, •rtwwl «l flm Tb. to spec as Tb»H Nam M• •rgsn •n tbewtlet, •m bla way iotta rrnw d ill of tbe last par- ftaMBF"** 1 * * r*- ■Mild not J It by alber w a "I g J “Hot wbai I der. do y<w I’np Han I cr«*m *1 Aim mm I Ml At ail that Ualtr A«JmftVted. uf tbr muf fulk H Ml lit. kt la t w waa bark la bla room, ba we of paper and a prtutl and at Um UMe and wrote a t’HAlTKB XVrt* Never •lac** tliat day <»h wblcb the bait!*' of 1^‘Xliigton -o a* fiHlght bad there beea su< h intert*e excitement on Fowitum Itidge. Tbe {«eaq»le, forgetting tbelr everyday diiliea. rellerted in little frmi|M and all day bang talked In low. hushed tame* of tbe ta'rrlble,thing that bad happened. ’ A thousauil questions were asked, many a»f them of a most frivolous nature, hut pro|ioundaHl in ull aeiioiiNiiess; a tbousuml surnilsa-s were made, and those who happened to pos sess a fragment of liiforma)toii relative to tbe one subject of absorbing Interest re pea It'd that information over und over again for ttfe delectation of their leas fortunate fellow mortals. In a little quiet place like Beckett’s Mill, where but few things out of the cpumiou ever transpire, u murder is an event of supreme Importance.’ It is sufficient to claim the entire and undi vided attention of the people for, a day and to remain the chief topic of con versation for a Week or even a month. It Is an event which marks an epoch aud from which time Is reckoned. Lying In state In a little waroroom Just off Hicks’, store was all that re mained of James Melvin. Jim Thorn lu passing through SIm Banks’ wood had found the Body lying across a llttfe footpath, in almost the same spot where Melvin and Louis& had met. Thorn, In mild state of excitement, had ap peared at Hicks’, store to reiiort his find. Hicks and others hod repaired to the scene and had removed the body to town. Soon the news spread, aud in an In credibly short time everybody at Beck ett’s Mill knew of the tragedy. Then the people came to aee and to ask ques tions. Of course every one,' mau, wo- man and child, had to pass through the Uttle wareroom %nd look on the life less form. Then, having looked, they gathered In little knots to talk It all over. Jim Thorn, having been the fortu nate one to make the find, occupied tbe pedestal of chief Importance In the vil lage .that day. Wherever he went, whichever way he turned, there wa* an eager group about him. listening anxiously for every word that fell from his lips. Time and again, and alwaya to interested listeners, be repMtrd tbe story of tbe find dawn to tbe min at AO< * , * W T Jim Thorn ciplali any Ing: „ “I wonder whar tbe feller that done tbe klllln was w lo-n be fired the abot.” Then everylaaly looked around In *ear«-b of what might In* considered a likely ptare. ami two or three wery on the point of liaxardlng W Teply, but It waa Jaooa llohert* who spoke. . "Thar • only one place.” be Mid. Twhar tbe feller that done the sboottn >ouW V Ttkcfy *rno<?. nccdrdtn tw my “IVTiar’* that7~ an "Behind that hlg. tree whar i*ap Samps<a) killed lhe six nqulreels Is "Seven squirrel*. Jason Huberts," Pap quickly corrected; "seven aqulr rel* If tfiar w as one.” It was a curious fact, but In the ex citement of the moment no one noticed It, that was the first and the nu!y time Pap Sampson took nuy part In the talk that day. He. th<> oracle of the village, the first always to give an opinion, lapsed Into n silence from w hich noth ing save .the old force of brbit of op posing Jason could arouse him. It was strange, passing strange. “Behind that tree whar Pap Sampson killed the squirrels.” Jason repeated comprornislngly. “Is the only place wbnr the feller could 'a' been.” Then he took n stick, to represent a gun, and went behind the tree and demonstrated Jtist how the murderer had hid there and how when Melvin came along down the path the gun had been thrust out and the fatal shot fired. Everybody saw anti, readily admitted the wisdom of Jasrtu’s conclusions,' and two or qhree hastened to assure the others Hint they had formed that same ward aa«l wall** 1 rtlivrtaa an*wrr m tbt* q« ta'totlott. •| dnu I know no not low " "|*d |»a »uiq»« •r It wa* n •N« Hi* mum; l aa bl* w rr ih.ua fun ml la bl* | lou. b.-d ” "llumpb: II* > ouMii i k. r-fx jsj la tbl* • v tkw It* ( g< r b. re. I twdlrv c 1 ou mmI? "Y.-a” "H «o«-uis lo 1* mlbrr a sf You Uar* no ak '•a a ho ^ 1. rnijM Im* • —* • w wm - • to Ham Morgan kmkvd du ■ r*| tbe . ItaMrtl in I fear l«af I be I *u I in rt it ua “R'hua 1 got up ibis i •orata. t says to my womaa. My* L ta 111 jrut stop or re ia Jau HscRstrs^paT tv* aa look at that calf •T Jot's.* Jot 1 • 1 m l 9 M ali* listened tcUh interest conclusion tbe moment they arrived on the ground. Theae Uat baloa*ad to vu at the ml and iremltled. w hile Pap Samp I. am •] forward agala amf waited f*»f the reply. "I fiu i no Mea in Gw* worjd.” Jns-'O said: "not a • There wa* a short pause Then Jim Thorn spoke, saying significantly: . “I wonder whur Him Bank* Is ” Ram Morgan started and turned pale. Pap SaulpAon walked away! leaning heavily on his cane, murmuring' “It’s come at last! Oh. my tard. It’s come!, I wa* a feared of It all. (be time. Pore Sim! Pore Rim!" ’ (TO El CONTlirUlD.! 1 BOLDLY PACE THEIR FATE y)—Thank*. Mr* 4 * otamlqa II* ich*< • il: 4o —liar- I dtda'l t»fij cr bua from rb* I b* •i< l * u pur btsMw? B‘gh. whab Min lam -How ruab I 1 i ll wt b* wm a klcp for »uvu»ul • BS *\Tl tSagtar- Wbsts dal ! >kr< r mr 1 am gw( lag i An II* ■M I you uk*u *1- tbey ruer >ut a • K.i Mm. Brown They tall ®» bev* got a new minietcr at tba c H hut #ns tbe metier with Mr. Rpuwteif Wasn't lie sou ml ;a tbe (with? . Mim Hmub—Ob, yen, fur augbl I know; but the new praeebur play* gulf like na nngul—Bouton Transcript. Tommy—Toil mu a story, I'aclu. I'ncle -A story!. Bui 1 don't whet to tall s story about. Tommy —O, tall mu a ‘story si little boy wbo bad a good ancle gave him 10 centa.—InduMtsgKUa Mr. Xewceme- -so you're g •oter’s got me for her sternly •8? JtAnoy—Y up. Tummy Browu'e sluLr’a gut sternly company, an' Tom my works him for candy an' things to thu band. —Philadelphia Record. Yee.” said thu portly mna wbo ha* tailing n long story, “the man wbo Mve«i my daaglitcr'a Mc.vm a fArming «>f Peel*. Skittle* it dar*a'i gna t His That rageg* in the Wi>uih iwtu to P ■I ;■» 1 ♦ ■ - *ure Mor- fjlafMl#f JfU#f f mad*." M*d Um fort^pa aohlciaa lo tba rdilot. ** tolkat wa* it V' W Yoa rel*r red to Um bstrwM 1 Ml shoat to marry as toy Hnaw**' Washington Mar iiM—l^ ■ to * Cff4k|»tk 19 fMl MA4t iNK\ — W uhin the last iw«i«e m«>«th* the wurw. d deal about Hrlllah ml .* [lad your cr ■ay.la tot perm Aahm tae board itary op- Africa. Fire Snffere re in Jackaonville go to Work to Rebnlld the City. Jacksonville, May 7.—No more bodies had been found in the ruins of Friday’s great fire, or in the;St. John’s river up to noon today. The weather continues intensely warm, but tlie work of bringing order out of confu sion and caring for and feeding the homeless and hungry goes on. Although no official appeal for aid has been issued, supplies of all kinds are arriving and are being dutributed. A number of contracts for new build ings have been let. Surveyors are seen in some parts of the city marking off property lines. The announcement ia made that the Windsor Hotel, the Gardner building, Baldwin building and opera house will be rebuilt at once. An order was formally promulgated this morning ordering the negroes to work or leave the city. This had tba effect of increasing the gangs at work in the various parti of the city, but some of the negroes are gtumbling, saying they belong here and can not be made to leave. Dr. George Gebauer was seriously injured at noon while aiding some workmen in palling down the ruins of tbe leeman-Skinner building. The relief association fad 6,000 at breakfast. Ex-Representative W illiam R. Mor rison of Illinois, who has just been ([ranted a pension of #8 pur month, to lata from Huptamber 14,1887 (when M became 62 yuan old,) served In thu Mexican and civil wan, and resigned w 188S to enter Cu You know all about it. The rush, the worry, the exhaustion. You go about with a great weight resting upon you. You can’t throw off this feeling. You are a slave to your work. Sleep fails, and you are on the verge of nervous exhaustion. What is to be done? ! Take I ’Avers aranm* For fifty yeara it has been lifting up the dis> coftraged, giving rest to the overworked, and bringing refreshing sleep to the depressed. No other Sarsaparilla approaches it. In age and in cures, “ AyerV* is “the leader of them alj.” It was old before othor sarsaparilias were bom. N M • hum. All AraotaL Ayer’s Pills aid the ac tion of Ayer’s Sarsapa rilla. They cure bilioua- tn B *st may have t>*ua ruriams In know whai th* Bruiati waitad with lb* land* of them A l r nan mvagu* ao d why they wera shedding blood and spending mousy to gain p>oSr*siuu Thu taplsu* ion is ihai rich g dd ni me* are known lo eswt in lhe Ashanti country a**! lhe Union* aanlad to de velop ikoae anoes and secure tbe cold, jnsi aa ihat ital ia ilic.Ttaasuuil . Luiid. I* tba magfo-1 that aiuuyadraws tbe Englishman, or, for that mailer, ibe Americans and all other civittoed* puo- ple*. The Englishman •• not peculiar to hie greed for goM. W behever a rich mine is (Uncovered lhe Mvsgee might a* well pack up and migrate.— I.) nch- burg News. The ftnallesi book in tbe world has just been published in Cleveland. Tbe type cannot be read without the aid of a powerful magnifying glass, -and the work in size is no larger than one’s finger nail. Tbe work is a complete copy of lhe “Rubaiyat’’ of Omar Khay yam, and also ha* a fifteen page intro duction and some other matter. The type for the work was made and then further reduced by photo-microscopy. Only tifty-tive copies of the book have been printed; the plates, being made of solid silver, have been distributed ’ among (he friends of the author as souvenirs, precaution being taken to defac* them. Partridges feed as soon as they wake in the morning, and an unscrupulous inventor is showing how they can be * fattened by putting them in a dark cellar with electric lights. Every time the lights are turned up the birds hmk it is .morning, and so eat break fast five or six times in the afternoon. .KILLS BuGS,RoAen&5.AHr 6 (jtOTONDUGfi. (Spiders, Fuk>, Fleas, AAM> AU INSECT Lire. Rwau*)™? 10 *-* V— ^ ^catm to laaecu ioano as cents '■'•ALL DEALER'S*—- Cassou ton OftmKu Cm •• OAlT/MONa MA • » ness. from I bar* sa*d Aysr’l medictOM for " 7«*r» sad ta*u MM **rj i ■•dirt HI* i urssMrtta mrad m* i tow timMansM. r »*»« tkou*a.r. If Death Dust is not for mle by your dMler, ws-will upon reouipt of 15 cenu ■ tad yon tha large pack sec by mail post paid. MONEY TO LOAN Oa tanutrg land*. Easy payments. No osut up. SMocdias to aseorlty • HO 8 PAUfUAtOH. tWarntda. ■ C J t si • t