The Laurens advertiser. (Laurens, S.C.) 1885-1973, March 11, 1903, Image 2

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THE ADVERTISER. Subscription Prlce-18 Months, $1.00 Parable In Advance. Kates' for AlTFerHsIug-.?Ordinary Ad vortisemeuts, por squaro, ono inser tion, 91.00; each subsequent insertion, 60 cents. Liberal reduotlon made for large Advertisements. W. W. Ball, Proprietor. LAURENS, S. C, Mar. 11, 100?. Needed aud Needed Greatly. To make the Board of Trade of Lau rens successful the business men of Laurens must first recognize that the Board is an institution needed. When Laurens men learn that to have pros perity the peoplo must act together in numorous affairs, then there will bo no difficulty In maintaining a healthy and vigorous commercial organi zation. If Laurens has fallen behind the pro cession at any time, it has not been for the want of money. It has boon wholly tho fault of Laurens men. But tho town has not lagged gener ally. It has grown amazingly in twenty years and is doing well now. But Lau rens ought to do better. This Board of Trade is one of the cheap conveniences that can accomplish much. It is needed. If the Board thrives It will be a sign that the intelligent men, the men of business brains in this town, have de tormlnod to combine their brains for their mutual profit. More than capital, more than rail* roads, more than mills, men of breadth, liberality and business Intelligence most help a town. A m*.n that cannot en dure losing rarely experiences wlnniog. A town of stingy men cannot prosper. In nino of every tin, stingy men are fools. Pools are merely in tho way. If it is not time for the acoros of first rate men In Laurens to unite?then it is too lato! * # ? Making Saving Easy. Tun Advertiser would again im press upon the peoplo, especially those living outside of town, the wisdom of depositing their monoy in banks. Apart from tho additional safety that a bank gives as against thieves, a man's monoy In bank is safer from hiinse'f. Tho temptation to "blow in" monoy that is in one's pockets is always strong. When the opportunity to spond on something not actually needed comes, It is nevertheless hard to resist if one has a roll of bills concealed about one's person. Many a man would bavo escaped the wiles of tin lightning rod agent if the coin had not been burn ing a hole in his trousers. That man would havo kept his money and had it to lift him up the "July Grade" if he had put it In a bank when he sold his cotton. Nothing is easier than to throw away a quarter or half a dollar In small change but if, before throwing them away, one must write a check on tho bank there are many chances that tho throwing away will bo postponed. Every postponement of useless spend ing is a saving in the long run. # * f A Bloody War. Probably the bloodiest law over en acted in South Carolina was that which abolishrvi dueling. "But dueling," you say, "is a relic of barbarism." True perhaps?but is it certain that South Carolina has progressed far enough in civilization to aoandon tho safeguards that were formerly thrown around sav age practices by the code? If the mortal combat habit had not dimin ished, was it wise to abolish the rules which restricted it? After ail, what is tho use denying that a number of "re lics of barbarism" still linger with us and that wo are not pluperfectly civ ilized anyhow? *#* Buy the Best. In buying fertilizers remember to buy tho host. Homember that in buy ing cheap fertilizer you are paying freight on a great deal of worthless rook. What the farmer wants is plant food and a tonic to build up the land. Tho cheapest fertilizer is tho moat ex pensive. *?* Had Roosevelt not entertained B. T. W. at dinner the appointment of Crum would not have been a furious sensa tion outside of South Carolina. V Thougli the dispensary was closed, there is life In the old town yet. TRAGEDY AVERTED. "Just in the niok of time our little boy was saved" writes Mrs. W. Wat kins of Pleasant kCity, Ohio. "Pneu monia had played sad havoc with him and a terrible cough set in beeides. Doctors treated him, but he grew worse every day. At length we tried Dr. King's New Discovery for Con sumption, and our darling was saved. He's now sound, and well." Every body ought to know it's the only sure cure for Coughs, Colds and all Lung diseases. Guaranteed by Palmetto Drug Co. and Laurens Drug Co. Price 50 cents and $1.00. Trial bottles free. ONE CENT A WORD? $80 PER WEEK SURE. Nq canvassing or peddling* A now plan. Nothing like it. All buiiness done by mail from your own home. Suits everybody in city or country. Monoy coming In every day. No cap ital or experience requirod. Bualnoss strictly legitimate, ploasant and per manent. Don't miss this chance. Write to-day. Enclose 2oont stamp for particulars. Address J. P. Daly, Dlst. Mgr Dept N. M. 1317 Barnard St. Savannah, Ga. Wantkd-A few shares of Laurens Cotton Mill stock. Will pay 1170 00. per share. Address P. O. Box 107 Spartanburg, S. C. Wanted?Scrap Iron of every de scription, and old machinery. Write to J. B. Garfunkol, Columbia, S. C. WANTED ? FAITHFUL PERSON to travel for well established bouse in a few counties, oalling on retail mer chants and agents. Local territory. Salary $1.024 a year and expenses, payable $10.70 a week in cash and ex EenBes advanced. Position permanent, business successful and rushing. Stand ard House, 334 Dearborn St., Chicago. OAliTOMtA. B*am tho_4 lh? Kind You B?n Ahmt Ber?t ,f ? ? ?? ? ? # * ? ^4^^^m^V^%%^: \ lif! BLACK f Bhu ROCK111 i; ih ? ?fa ?*? ? ? ftfty * * ft ft ftff?yi4 4 Rfifxf 4ft? < ^ gSE8 CHAPTER XI. THE TWO CALLS. |ITH the call to Mr. Cralg I fancy I had something to do myself. The call came from a young congregation in an item city and was based partly upon lils collego record and more upon the advice of those among the authorities who knew his work in the mountains. But I flatter myself that my letters to friends who wero of importance In that congregation wero not without Jnfhi enco, for I was of the mind that the man who could handlo Black Rock miners as he could was ready for some thing larger than a mountain mission. That ho would refuse I had not im agined, though I ought to have known him better. Ho was but little troubled over it. He went with the call and the letters urging bis acceptance to Mrs. Mn vor. I was putting the last touches to some of my work In tho room at the back of Mrs. Mavor's house when ho came in. 8he rend the letters and the call quietly and waited for him to speak. "Well," ho said, "should I go?" She started and grew A little pale. His question suggested a possibility thnt bod not occurred to her. That he could leave his work In Blaejt Rock she had hitherto never imagined, but there wns other work, and be was fit for good work anywhere. Why should he not go? I saw the fear In her face, but I saw more than fear In her eyes as for a moment er two she let them rest upon Craig's face. 1 read her story, and I was not sorry for either of them. But she wns too much a woman to show her heart easily to tho man she loved, and her voice was even and calm as she answered his question. "Is this a very large congregationV "One of the finest In all the east," I put In for him. "It will be a great thing for Cralg." Cralg was studying her curiously. I think she noticed his eyes upon her, for sbe went on even more quietly: "It will be a great chance for work, and you are able for a larger sphere, you know, than poor Black Rock af fords." ?Who will take Black Rock7' he ask ed. "Let some other fellow have a try at It," I -aid. "Why should you waste your talents here?" 'Waste?'r cried Mrs. Mavor Indig nantly. "Well, 'bury,' if you like it better," I replied. "It would not tako much of a grave for that funeral," said Cralg, smiling. "Ob," said Mrs. Mavor, "you .will be a great man, I know, and perhaps you ought to go now." But he answered coolly: "There are fifty men wanting that eastern charge, and there is only one wanting Black Uock, and I don't think Black Rock Is anxious for a change, so I have de termined to stay wbero I am yet awhile." Even my deep disgust and disappoint ment did not prevent me from seeing the sudden leap of joy in Mrs. Mavor's eyes, but she, with a great effort, an swered quietly: "Black Rock will bo very glad and some of us very, very glad." Nothing could change bis mind. There was no one he knew who could take his place just now, and why should he quit his work? It annoyed me consid erably to feel he was right. Why is it that the right things are so frequently, Unpleasant? And If I had had any doubt about the matter next Sabbath evening would have removed it, for the men came about him after the service and let him feel In their own way how much they approved his decision, though the self sacrifice Involved did not appeal td them. They wero too truly woaterd to Imagine that any lndncementa the east could offer could compensate for hla loss of the .west. It was only fitting that the west should have the beef, and so the miners took almost as a.mat* ter of course and certainly as their tight that the best man they know should stay .with {hem. But thereywere those who knew bow, much of ivhat most men consider worth while he had given up, and they, loved him no leaf for It, Mrs. Mavor's call was not bo easily disposed of. It camo close upon the bthcr and stirred Black Rock as noth ing else had ever stirred it before. I found her ono afternoon gazing va cantly at some legal documents spread out before her on the tablo and evi dently overcome by their contents. Thero was first a lawyer's letter Id* forming her that by the death of her husband's father she had come Into the whole of the Mavor estates and all tho wealth pertaining thereto. The letter asked for Instructions and urged an Immediate return with a ylew. to a personal superintendence of the ??* tales. A letter, too, from a distant cousin of her husband urged her Imme? dlate return for many reasons, but chiefly on account of the old mother, who bad been loft alone, .with none nearer of kin than himself to care for her and cheer her old uh,>. With these two camo another letter from her mother-in-law, herself. The crabbed, trembling characters .were even more eloquent than the .words with which the letter closed: "I have lost my boy, and now my, husband Is gone, and I am a lonely wo man. I have many servants and some friends, but none near to me, none so near and dear as my dead son's wife.' My days are not to be many. Come to' the, my daughter. I want yon and Lewis' child." i "Must I go?" she asked, with whlta lips. "Do you know her well?" I asked. "I saw her only once or twice," she answered, "but sbe has been very good to me." "She can hardly need you. She has friends. And surely you are needed here." v She looked at me eagerly. K ?A "Do you think so?" she aaid. ? "Ask any man in the camp>-8haw, Nixon, young Winton, Geordlc. Aak Cralg," I replied. I "Yco, he will tell me," she said. Even as sho spoke Cralg came up the steps. I passed into my studio and went on with my work, for my days at Black Rock wero getting few, and many sketches remained to/be filled In. Through my open door ft saw Mrs. Mavor lay her letters before Mr. Cralg, saying, "I have a call'too." They thought not of me, \ ly laying them down without a word whllo she 'wa'i.ed apxlously, almost im patiently, for him to speak. ?'Well," she asked, vising his own words to her, "should I go?" "I do not know," he replied. "That is for you to docldo. You know all tho circumstances." ? "Tho letters toll all." Her tone carried a feeling of disap pointment. He did not appear to care. "The estates are large?" ho asked. "Yes, large enough?twelvo thousand a year." "And has your mother-in-law any one with her?" "She has friends, but, as sbo says, none near of kin. Her nephew looks after the works?iron works, you know. He has shares in them." "She is ovldently very lonely," he an swered gravely. "What shall I do?" sho naked, and I knew she was waiting to hoar him urge her to stay, but ho did not see or at least gavo no heed. "I cannot say," he repeated quietly. "Thero ore many things to consider. Tho estates"? "The estates seem to trouble you," she replied almost fretfully. He looked up in surprise. I wonder ed at his slowness. "Yes, the estates," he went on, "and tenunts, I suppose; your mother-in-law, your little Marjorle's future, your own future." w "Tho estates aro in capable hands, I should suppose," sho urged, "and my future depends upon what I chooso my work to be." "But ono cannot shift ono's responsi bilities," he replied gravely. ^These estates, these tounnts, have come to you, and with them come duties." ...?. "1 do not want them!" ajie cried. "That life has great possibilities of good," he said kindly. "I had thought that perhaps thoro was work for me here," she suggested timidly. "Great work," ho hastened to say. "You have done great work, but you will do that wherever you go. Tho only question is where your work lies." "You think I should go," she said suddenly and a little bitterly. "I cannot bid you stay," ho answered' steadily. ' "How can I go?" she cried, appealing to him. "Must .1 go?" How he could resist that appeal I could not understand. His face ,was cold and hard aud his voice was al most harsh as he replied: "If it is right, you will go, you must go." -.f. Then she burst forth: "I cannot go. I shall stay here. My work is here. My heart is rere. How can 1 go? You thought it worth your while to stay here and work. Why, should not I ?" The momentary gleam in his eyes died out, nnd agnin he said coldly: "This work, was clearly mim?. 1 em needed here." "Yes, ycBY' sho cried, her volco full of pain. "You are needed, hut there is no need of me." "Stop! Stop!" be said sharply. "You must not say so." "I will say U, I must say itl" she crleu, her voice vibrating with tho in tensity of her feeling. "I know you do not need me. You have your work, your miners, your plans. You need no one. You are strong. But," and her voice rofeo to a cry, "I am not strong by myself. You have made mo strong. I canlo here a foolish girl, foolish and selfish and narrow. God sont me grief. Three years ago my heart died. No.wi I am living ngaln. I am a woman now, no longer a girl. You havo done this for me. Your life, your words, your self?you have shown mo a better, a higher, life than I had ever known be fore, and now you send me away." She paused abruptly. "Blind, stupid fool!" I said to myself. He held himself resolutely in hand, answering carefully, but his voice bad lost Us coldness and was sw?et and kind. "Have I done this for. you? Then surely God has been good to me. And you have helped me more than any; words could tell you." "Helped I" she repeated scornfully. "Yes, helped," he answered, .wonder ing at her scorn. "You can do without my help," she went on. "You make people help you. You will get many to help you. But 1 need help too." Sho was standing before him with her hands tightly clasped. Her face was pale, and her eyes w*ro deeper than ever. He sat looking up at her in a kind of maze as she poured out her words hot and fast. "I am not thinking of you." His cold ness had hurt her deeply. "I am self ish. I am thinking of myself. How shall /do? I have grown to depend on you, to look to ypu. It is nothing to 'jrotf that X go, but to nie"?? She did not dare to finish. (. By this time Cralg was standing' be fore her, his face deathly, pale. When she came to the end of her words, he said in a voice low, sweet and thrilling .with emotion: ? "Ah, if you only knew! Do not make me forget myself. You do not guess .what you are doing." "What am I doing? What is there to ?know but that you tell me easily to go?' ' She was struggling with the tears sho was too proud to let him see. He put his bands resolutely behind him, looking at her as if studying her face for the first time. Under his Searching look she dropped her eyes, and the rwarm color came slowly up in to her neck and face. Then, as If with a sudden resolve, she lifted her eyes to his and looked back at him unflinch ingly. He started, surprised, drew slowly near, put his hands upon her shoul ders, surprise giving place to wild Joy. She never moved her eyes. They drew him toward her. He took her face be tween bis hands, smiled Into her eyes, kissed her lips. She did not move. He stood back from her, threw up bis head and laughed aloud. She came to him, put her head upon his breast and, lifting up her face, said, "Kiss me." He put his arms about her, bent down and kissed her lips again and then rev erently her brow. Then, patting her back from him, but still holding both her bands, he cried: "No, you shall not go! I shall never let you go!" She gave a little slj i ?Plllnjj at. him, said: ?~"jL?ML m mam h of cpntent and, Bat ??en aj the spoke the flush died from her face, and sbo shuddered. "Noverl" he almost shouted. "Noth ing shall tako you away. Wja shall work here together." "Ah, If we could, If wo only couldl" she said plteously. "Why not?" he demanded fiercely. "You will send mo away. You will 8ny It Is right for me to go," sho re plied sadly. "Do wo not love each other?" wa? his Impatient answer. "Ah, yea, my love," she said, "but love la not nil." "Nol" cried Cralg. "Rut love Is the befit." "Yes," sho said sadly; "love la the best, and It Is for love's snko we will do the best." "There Is no better work thau here. Surely this Is bent." And ho pictured his plans before her. She listened eagerly. "Ob, If It should be right." she cried. "I will do what you say! You aro good; you are wise. You shall tell me." Sbo could not have recalled him bet ter. Flo stood Bllent some moments, then burst out passionately: "Why, then, 1ms lovo come to us? We did not seek It. 8urely lovo Is of God. Does (Jod mock us?" He threw himself Into his chair, pouring out bis words of passionuto protestation. She listened, smiling, then came to him and, touching his balr as a mother might her child's, said: "Oh, I am very happy 1 I was afraid you would not caro, and I could not bear to go that way." "You shall not got" he cried aloud, as If in pain. "Nothing cnu make that right.'" But she only said: "You shall tell mo tomorrow. You cannot see tonight, but you will see, and you will tell me." He stood up and, holding both her bands, looked long Into her eyes, then turned nbruptly nwny and went out. She stood where he left her for some moments, her face radlnnt and her bands pressed upon her heart Then she came toward my room. She found mo busy with my painting, but as I looked up and met her eyes she flush ed slightly and said: "I quite forgot you." ? "So It appeared to me." "You heard?" "And anw," I replied boldly. "It would have been rudo to Interrupt, you see." "Ob, I am bo glad and thankfull" "Yes; it was rather considerate of me." "Ob, I dou't mean thatl" the flush deepening. "I am glad you know." "I have known somo time." "How could you? I only knew today myself." "I buvo eyes." She flushed again. "Do you mean that people"? ehe be gan anxiously. "No; I am not 'people.' I have eyes, and my eyes havo been opened," "Opened?" "Yes, by love." Then I told liv openly how weeks ngo I struggled with my heart and mastered It, for I saw It was vain to love her because she loved a better man, who loved her in return. Sho looked at me shyly und said: "1 am sorry." "Don't worry," I said cheerfully. MI didn't break my heart, you know. I stopped it in time." "Obi" she said, slightly disappointed. Then her lips began to twitch, and she went off Into a fit of hysterical laugh tor. "Forgive me," she said humbly, "but you speak as If It had been a fever." "Fever is nothing to it," I said sol emnly. "It wns n near thing." At which she WCUt off again. I was glad to see her laugh. It gave mo time to recover my oquilibilum, and It re lieved her Intense emotional strain. So I rattled on some nonsense about Cralg and myself till I saw sue wna giving no heed, but thinking her own thoughts, and what these were It was not bard to guess. Suddenly sho broke In upon my talk: "He will tell me that I must go from him." "1 hope ho Is no such fool," I said emphatically and somewhat rudely, I fear, for I confess I was Impatient with the very possibility of separation for these two, to whom lovo meant so much. Some pcoplu tako this sort of thing easily and some not so easily, but lovo for a woman like this comes once only to a man, and then ho car ries It with him through the length of his life and warms his heart with It in death. And when a man smiles or sneers at such lovo as this I pity him and say no word, for my speech would bo in an unknown tongue. So my heart was sore as I sot looking np at this woman who stood before me, over flowing with the Joy of her new love, and dully conscious of the coming pain. But I soon found It was vain to urge my opinion that she should re main and share the work and life of tho man she loved. She only answer ed: "You will help him nil you et^p, for It will hurt him to havo me go." Tho quiver In her volco took but all tho anger from my heart, and before I knew I had pledged myself to do all I could to help him. But when I came npon him that night, sitting In tho light of his Are, I saw he must be lot alone. Borne bat tles we fight side by side, with com rades cheering us and being cheered to victory, but thero are fights wo may not share, and these aro deadly fights, where lives aro lost and won. So I could only lay my hand upon his shoul der without a word. He looked np quickly, read my faco and eald, .with a groan: "You know?" "I could not help it But why groan?" "She will think it right to go," he said desperately. "Then you must think for her. . You must bring some common souse to bear upon the question." "I cannot seo clearly yet," he said. "Tho light will come." "May I show you how! X seo it?" J asked. 1 "Go on," he said. For nn hour I talked, eloquently, even vehemently, urging the reason and right of my opinion. She would be do ing no more than every woman docs, no moro than she did before. Her moth er-ln-lnw bad a comfortable homo, all that wealth could procure, good serv ants and friends. The estates could be managed without her personal super vision. After a few years' work here they would go east for little Marjorle's education. Why should two lives be broken? And so I went on. Ho listened carefully, even eagerly. "Yon make a good case," he said, with n slight smile. "I will take time. Perhaps you are right The light will come. Surely it will come. But" and here he sprang up and stretched his arms to full length above hie head, "I am not sorry. Whatever comes X am not sorry. It 1? great to have her love, but greater to love her as I do. Thank God, nothing can tft?t aw?r. J a? willing, glad, to suffer for the Joy of loving her." Next morning before I wns nwnko bo was gone, leaving n note for me: My Dear Connor?I am duo at the Land ing-. Whon I boo you again, I think my ?way v* 111 be clear. Now all la dark. At times I ara a coward and often, as you ?omotlmen kindly Inform mo, an aas, but I hopo I may never tx-como a mule. I am willing to bo led, or want to be at any rate. I must do tho best, not second best, for her, for tu?. Tho boat only Is God's will. What else would you have? Be good to her these days, dear old fellow. Yours, CnAio. How often thoBo words have braced mo bo will never know, but I am n bet ter mau for them: "The best only is Ood'a will. What else would you have?" I resolved I would rngo nud fret uo more and that I would worry Mrs. Mavor with no inoro argument or expostulation, but, as my friend had asked, "be good to her." CHAPTER XII. LOVfi IS NOT ALL. |HOSE days when wo were waiting Craig's return wo spent In tho woodB or on the mountain sides or down in the canyon bcsldo tho streum that danced down to nitot tho Blnck Rock river, I talking nod sketching nud rend ing and eho listoning and drenming, with often n happy smile upon her face. But there wore moments when a cloud of shuddering fenr would sweep tho smile nwny, and then I would talk of Cralg till tho smile came back ngniu. But the woods and tho mountains and the river were her best, her wis est, friends during those dnys. IIow sweet tho mlulstry of tho woods to her! The trees were In their new sum mer leaves, fresh nud full of life. They swayed and rustled nhovo us, flinging their interlacing shadows upon us, nud their swaying nud their rus tling soothed nud comforted llko tho volco and touch of n mother. And tho mountains, too, in nil the glory of their varying robes of blues and purples, stood calmly, solemnly, about us, up lifting our souls Into regions of rest The changing lights and shadows flit ted swiftly over their rugged fronts, but left them over as before In their steadfast majesty. "God's In his honv en." What would you have? And over tho llttlo river sang Its cheerful cour age, fearing not tho great mountains that threatened to bar Its passage to tho sen. Mrs. Mavor heard the song, and her courage rose. "Wo, too, shall find our way," Bho said, and 1 believed her, But through these dnys I could not make her out, nud 1 found myself studying her ns I might n new ac quaintance. Years had fallen from her. Sho was a girl again, full of young, warm life. She was as sweet as before, but there was n soft shyness over her, a half shamed, half frank consciousness in her face, n glad light in her eyes that mado her all new to inc. Her perfect trust In Cralg was touching to see. "He will tell me what to do," sho Would say till I began to reallzo bow Impossible It would be for hiiu to bo tray such trust and' be anything but true to the best. So much did I dread Craig's home coming that I sent for Graeme and old man Nelson, who was more and moro Graeme's trusted counselor und friend, They were both highly excited by the story I had to tell, for I thought it best to toll them all, but I was not n little surprised und disgusted that they did not see the matter In my light. In vain I protested against the madness of al lowing anything to send these two from each other. Graeme summed up tho discussion In his own emphatic way, but With nil earnestness in his words not usual with him. "Cralg will know better than any of us what is right to do, and he will do that, and no man can turn him from It, and," he added, "1 should be sorry to try." Then my wrath rose, and I cried: "It's a tremendous shame! They love each other. You aro talking senti mental humbug and nonsense." "lie must do tho right," snld Nelson In his deep, quiet voice. "Bight! Nonsense! By whnt right does he send from him tho woman ho loves?" " 'Ho pleased not himself,'" quoted Nelson reverently. "Nelson Is right," said Graeme. "I should not llko to see him weaken." "Look here," I stormed. "I didn't bring you men to hack him up In his nonsense. I thought you could keep your heads level." "Now, Connor," said Graeme, "don't rage. Leave that for Ihe heathen. It's bad form and useless besides. Cralg will walk his way w here his light falls, and, by all that's holy, I should hnto to see him fall, for If ho weakens like the rest of us my North star will have dropped from my sky." "Nice scllish spirit." 1 muttered. "Entirely so. I'm not n saint, but 1 feel like steering by one when I see him." When, nftcr n week had gone, Cralg rode up one early morning to his shack door, his face told me that ho had fought his fight ami had not been bent en. lie had ridden all night and was ready to drop with weariness. "Connor, old boy," he said, putting out his hand. "I'm rather played. There was a bad row nt the Landing. I have Just closed poor Colloy'a eyes. It was awful. I must get sleep. Look after Dandy, will you, like a good chap." "Oh, Dandy bo hanged!" I snld, for I knew It wns not the light nor tho watching nor the long ride that hud shaken his Iron nerve and given him that face. "Go in and lie down. I'll bring you something." "Woke mo In tho afternoon," he snld. "She Is waiting. Perhaps you will go to her." Ills lips quivered. "My nerve Is rather gone." Then, with a very wan smile, he ndded, "I am giving you a lot of trouble." "You go to thunderl" I burst out, for my throat was hot and sore with grief for him. "I think I'd rather go to sleep," he ro plled, stul smiling. I could not speak and wns glad of the chanco of being alono with Dandy. When I came in, I found htm sitting with his head In his arms upon tho ta ble fast asleep. I mado him ten, forced him to take a warm bnth and sent him to bed, while I went to Mrs. Mavor. I went with a fertrf til heart, but that was because I had forgotten tho kind of woman she was. She was standing in tho light of the window watting for mo. Her face was pale, but steady; th'ero was a proud light In her fathomless eyes, a slight smile parted her lips, and she carried her head like a queen. . "Come In," she snld. "You need not fear to tell mo. I saw him ride home. Be has not failed, thank God I I am proud of him. I know ho would be true. He loves me"?she drew In her breath sharply, and a faint color tinged her cheek?"but he knows love IS not all?ah, love is not alii Oh, I am glad and proud I" <t "Gladt" I gasped, anWod. "TTou would not b|i? him flfttxt faithless." sho snld, with proud de fiance, , "Oh. it Is high Bpntlmental non BCUSOi" 1 could not. help saying. "You should not sny so," sho replied, and her voice rang clear. "Honor, fait It and duty are sentiments, but they are not nonsense." In spite of my rage I was lost In amazed admiration of the high spirit of iho woman who stood up so straight before me, but as 1 told how worn and broken bo was she listened with Changing color and swelling bosom, her proud courage all gono and only love, anxious and pitying, In her eyes. "Khali I go to him?" sho asked, with timid eagerness and deepening color. "lie Is sleeping. He Bald be would come to you." l replied, "I shall wait for him," sho said soft ly, and the tenderness In her tone went straight to my heart, and It seemed to me a man might suffer much to bo loved with lovo such ns this. In the early afternoon Groemo came to her. She met him with both bands outstretched, saying In n low voice: "I am very happy." "Are you sure?" he asked anxiously. "Oh, yes." she said, but her voice was like a sob, "quite, quite surel" They talked long together till I saw that Cralg must Boon be coming, and I called (ln\uiuc away. He held her hands, looking steadily Into her eyes, and said: "You aro better even than 1 thought. I'm going to be a better man." Her eyes tilled with tears, but her smile did not fade as she answered: "Yes, you will be a good man, and God will give you work to do." lie bent his head over her hands and stepped back from her ns from a queen, but he spoke no word till we came to Craig's door. Then he said, with humility that seemed strange in him: "Connor, that is great?to conquer oneself. It Is worth while. I nm go ing to try." I would not have missed his meeting with Cralg. Nelson was busy with tea. Cralg was writing near tho window. He looked up ns Graeme camo in and nodded au easy good evening, but Graeme strode to him and, putting one hand on his shoulder, held out his oth er for Cralg to take. After a moment's surprise Cralg rose to his feet and, facing him squarely, took the offered hand In both of his and held it fast without a word. Graeme was the first to speak, and his volco was deep with emotion. "You aro a great man, a good man. I'd give something to havo your grit." Poor Cralg stood looking at him, not daring to ?peak for some moments. Then ho snld quietly: "Not good or great, but, thank God, not quite a traitor." "Good man!" went on Graeme, pat ting him on tho shoulder. "Good manl But It's tough." Cralg sat down quickly, saying, "Don't do that, old chap!" I went up with Cralg to Mrs. Ma vor's door. She did not hear us com ing, but stood near the window gazing up at the mountains. She was dressed In some rich soft stuff and wore at her breast a bunch of wild flowers. I had never seen her so beautiful. I did not wonder that Cralg paused with his foot upon the threshold to look at her. She turned and saw us. With n glad cry, "Oh, my darling, you have como to me!" sho camo with outstretched arms. I turned and fled, but the cry and tho vision were long with me. It was decided that night that Mrs. Mavor should go the next week. A miner and his wife wero going east, and I, too, would Join tho party. Tho camp went into mourning at tho news, but It wns understood that any display of grief before Mrs. Mavor was bad form. Sho was not to* be an noyed. But when I suggested that she should leave quietly and avoid tho pain of say ing goodby sho flatly refused. "I must say goodby to every man. They love me, and I love them." It was decided, too, at first, that there should he nothing In the way of a testimonial, but when Cralg found out thnt the men wero coming to her with ull sorts of extraordinary gifts ho agreed that it would be better that they should unite in ono gift. So It was agreed that I should buy a ring for her. And wero It not^bflt the contribu tions were strictly limited to $1 tho purso thnt Slavln handed her when Shaw read the address at the farewell supper would havo been many times filled with tho gold thnt was pressed upon tho committee. Thcro were no speeches at the supper except ono by myself in reply on Mrs. Mavor's behalf. Sho had given mo tho words to say, and I was thoroughly prepared, elso I should not hare got through. I began in the uBtial way: "Mi*. Chairman, ladles and gentle men, Mrs. Mavor Is"? But I got no further, for at the men tion of her nnmo the men stood on tho chairs and yelled until they could yell no more. There wero over 250 of them, and tho effect was overpowering. But I got through my speech. I remember It well. It began: "Mrs. Mavor Is greatly touched by this mark of your love, and sho will wear your ting always with pride." And it ended with: "Sho has ono request to make?that you will bo truo to the league and that you stand closo about the man who did most to make it. Sho wlBhcs mo to say that, however far awoy Bho may have to go, sho Is leaving her heart in Black Hoc k and sho can think of no greater Joy than to como bnck to you ngotn." Then they had "The Sweet By and By," but tho men would not Join in the refrain, unwilling to loso a noto of the glorious voice they loved to hear. Bc foro the last verse bIic beckoned to me. I went to her standing by Craig's side os he played for her. "Ask them to sing," sho entreated. "I cannot bear It." "Mrs. Mavor wishes you to sing In tho refrain," I said, and at onco the men sat up and'cleared their throats. The singing was1 not good, but at the first sound of the hoarse notes of the men Craig's head went down over the organ, for ho was thlnklnA, I suppose, of the days before them when they would long in vain for that thrilling volco that soared high over their own hoarse tones. And after the voices died nwny he kept on playing till, half turning toward him, she sang alone onco more the refrain In a voice low and Bwcet and tender, as if for him alone, and no ho took It, for he smiled up at her his old smile, full of courage and full of love. Then for one whole hour she stood saying goodby to those rough, gentle hearted men whose Inspiration to good ness sbo had been for flvo years. It was very wonderful and very quiet. It was understood tbat there was to be no nonsense, and Abo had been heard to declare that ho would "throw out any cotton backed fool" who couldn't hold himself down, and, further, he had en joined them to'remember that her arm wasn't a pump handle. At last they were all gone, all but her guard of honor? Shaw, Vernon Winten. Qcerdlf, Nlaen, Abe. Nelson, Craig .-mil myself. Tills was the real farewell, for, though lu the early light of the next morning 200 men stood silent about tho stago aud ns It moved out waved their huts and yelled madly, this was the last touch thoy had of her hand. Her plnco was up ou tho driver's seat be tween Abo and Mr. Crnlg, who held little Marjorle on his knee. Tho rest yf the guard of honor were to follow with Graeme's team. It was Winton's fine sense that kept Gracmo from fol lowing them close. "Let her go out alone," he said, and so wo held back and watched her go. Bhe stood with her back toward Abe's plunging four horse team and, stondy ing herself with one hand on Abe's shoulder, gazed down upon us. ller head was bare, her lips parted In a smile, her eyes glowing with their own deep light, and so, facing us, erect and smiling, she drove away, wuviug us farewell till Abe swung his team lntc the canyon road and we saw her no more. A sigh shuddered through the crowd, and, with a sob In his voice, Winton said, "God help us all I" I close my eyes and see It all again? the waving crowd of dark faced men, the plunging horses, and, high up be side the driver, the swaying, smiling, waving figure, and about all the moun tains, framing the picture with their dark sides aud white peaks tipped with the gold of the rising sun. It Is n pic ture I love to look upon, nlbelt it calls up another that I can never see but through tears. I look across a strip of ever widening water at a group of men upon the wharf, stnudlng with heads uncovered, every man a hero, though not a man of them suspects it, least of all tho man who stajids in front, strong, reso lute, self conquered, and, gazing long, I think I sec hin; turn again to his plnce among the men of the mountains, not forgetting, but every day remem bering, the great love that came to him and remembering, too, that lovo is not all. It is then tho tears come. But for that picture two of us at least are better men today. [TO BE CONTINUBn.J 'vrr?sf Jlching Joints In the fingers, tors, arins, und other parts of the body, are joints that nro inflamed and swollen i>y ihQumatlsin? thai acid condition ol the blood which affects the luueelcfi also. Sufferers dread to move, especially after sitting or lying long, and their condition is commonly worse in wet weather. "It has boon a long time since wo httVO been without Mood's Barsnimrllla. 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