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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
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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*
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where Mrltl
tbe rorfMe Tbrn »
off aed terwiMg »
wlfb bl* bend doe
bren walking that
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fell oa tbe *ttHi. ai
te bis 'rack* Per
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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)?”
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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 "
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•r It wa* n
•N« Hi* mum;
l aa bl* w
rr ih.ua fun
ml la bl* |
lou. b.-d ”
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"H «o«-uis lo 1*
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rnijM Im*
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Ham Morgan
kmkvd du
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. ItaMrtl
in I fear
l«af I be
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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
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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
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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
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rageg* in
the Wi>uih
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mad*." M*d
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fort^pa aohlciaa lo
tba rdilot.
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W Yoa rel*r red to
Um bstrwM 1
Ml
shoat to marry as
toy Hnaw**'
Washington Mar
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Cff4k|»tk 19 fMl MA4t
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the
last iw«i«e m«>«th* the wurw.
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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.
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