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THE ADVERTISER. Subscription Price-18 Months, $1.00 Payable In Advance. Kates for Advertising-.?Ordinary Ad vertisements, per square, onn inser tion, ?1.00; oacn subsequent Insertion, 60 cents. Liberal reduction mado for largo Advertisements. W. W. Ball, Proprietor. LAUKENS, S. Ct June 8, 1904. The Episcopal College. Tbe committee in charge of the es tablishment of the proposed Episcopal school for girls consists of Dr. S. M. Orr, Dr. K, S. Joynes Mr. T. W. Bacot and Revs. T. W, Cllft, H. J. Mikell, T. T. Walsh and J. M. Magruder. Mr. Walsh of Orangoburg, is the Secre tary of tho committoe and Bishop Capers is tho Chairman. The committee will meet in a few days and Immediately afterwards tho plans will be announced. It is only known now that the school will be established and it will be Impossible to tell what will b3 asked of communities seeking the location of tho school. For tho present thoro Is nothing for tho loca1 committee of Laurens busi ness men to do. Meanwhile it remains curtain that a hearty and united effort on the part of the people of Laurens is likely to result In obtaining tbe school for this city. It will be quite possible a little later for the committee to learn definitely what is expected. In tho opinion of Thk ADVRRTISSR'the city of Anderson will be the strongest com petitor that Laurens will have and over Anderson Laurens has cortain marked advantages which it may be as well not todlvulgoat this time. Oar advice is that tho Laurens committeo for the present await developments, tt U hardly nesossary to say that any city entering tho competition must tako some risk. II "rever, no com munity can expect to gain anything of great advantage without risk. The spirit of the town should be to make an honest effort to succeed in utilizing any aud all good opportunities that offer. We conlidently believe that this propised college offers to Liurens an uncommon opportunity. * The Slate House Again. Mr. C. C. Wilson, one of the most re liable men and architects in South Carolina, has examined the s'ate house at tho requestor tho legislative com mittee and his roport of the inferiority in its construction is oven more alarm, ing than that mado by the stato house commission some months ago. Mr. Wil son expresses the hope that his figures will prove incorrect after further and more detailed investigation. He finds that the dome of the stite houso Is in securely supported and If his calcula tions are accurate the building is in actual danger of partial collapse. It is stated that tho governor will at once em ploy another architect and engineer of established reputation to enter upon a more thorough examination. It begins to appear that our completed state houso is far from a success and this we nay without attempting to place the blame. Tho irretrievable error was mado whtn a general assembly per mitted Itself to bo convinced that tho state houso could bo finished for a sum of money absurdly small as relatod to that contemplated in the original de signs. The slato of South Carolina has lost untold thousinds of dollars within the last 15 years by listening to the preachings of men incapable of other than cheap iduas. The gospel of shoddy has been exemplified in tho personali ties of a number of men chosen for public ofllci and the s'.ate has volun tarily accepted as its leaders email minds and stingy hearts. Whenever we return lo the good old tlme3 of choos ing men less facile in the pleasant art of shaking hand) and "throwing bou quets" wo m \y hope for improvement and real economy. For the legislature. The Advertiser is especially glad to scj that the opportunity is offered tho voters of Laurens to select a first rate delegation to the general assem bly. Laurens should have men In the senato and hou-o who will "count"? who will have the ear of othors when thoy speak on the lloor or in the com mitteo room aud whoso judgment will he regarded. Wo are not saying that a legislator must bo an orator. On the contrary It frequently happens that the most successful law-makers are men who arc indifferent talkers and some of tho most influential members rarely ?delivor speeches. If a man is to be sent to tho general assembly as a ro prosontative of tho farming people, tho farmers ought to do themselves tho justice to be sure that he knows some thing about farming. It ha9 sometimes happened that the farmers have elected as farmer candid itos men whose whole lives had boon disgraceful failures and who were export only as complalners at results due to general incompotenoy and "trilliogness." When a newspaper man was elected ?governor of this state a few years ago we aro glad that one who had worked hard at the trade and made a success of st country newspaper was chosen and wo are glad that he was a newspaper man who could buy a ton of white pa per In Richmond without having to or der It sent "C. O. D." It 1? a good thing for the state of Sou'h Oarolina that the present rice-farming governor is a real farmer, one who knows his business and atten Is to it. With men who are competent In looking after their own affairs, there is always a ohance that public affairs will be In telligently handled. There are strong men running for the legislature In Laurens. The gentleman who is run ning for the state senate has already had a successful career in legislation. There are Important statutes on the books now that have the stamp of his able handiwork and Laurens may be eure that in him the county will be creditably represented. # THAT THROBBING HEADACHE Would quiokly leave you if you used Dr. King's New Life Pills. Thousands of sufferers have proved their match lees merit for Slok and Nervous Head aches. They make pure blood and build up your health. Only 26 cents, money back If not oured. Sold by Lau rens Dryg Co. and Palmetto Drug Co. Col. J. A. 11 ojl. Col. James A. Hojt who recently died Id Greenville gavo his whole life to good works. He was oco of those men whoso heart and hands wcro u' ver idle and the work that ho found to do was always for the uplifting of his fel low men. In movoments for tho ad vancement of bis church, for the im provement of tho communities in which he lived and for tho dovelope ment of industry and commerce he was a foremost worker, with his shoulder to the wheel and driving for ward moro than his fair t-bare of tho load. As a more child hero in Laurons ho began life as an honest and fuithful worker aud faithfully to tho ond, hopeful and believing in the triumph of the right and good, he porsevered until tho hour came to lay down tho burden and go up higher, to his reward- Ho Is mourned in I.aureus by gallant old comrades who recall his courage and bis coolness and ?ffloienoy as a soldier of the Confederate cause Ho will bo mourned everywhere in the State and at all times when a wise coun sellor is neoded. Dr. Frank G. Fuller, lu the death of Dr.F.G. Fuller Laurons County lost a high type of the planter and citizen. He wa? r. modest man. He raroly sought a piace in the publio eyo, he was not a politician In tho "of fico-8eeking'' sense but ho was a man who with remarkable consistency and oxactuess mousurod to the require ments of a just and honorable life. Ho was a successful man, because, first of all, he recognized the supremo im portance of meeting business obliga tions. Ho was prudent and Brut and above all honest. Many men are hon est in the loosely accepted sonso of tho word but wo have known fow who were as Ecrupulous In doing exact justice in their relations with other mon. If South Carolina contained 20,000 men with a sense of justice as high as was that of Dr. Fuller, there would bo lit tle noed for courts, business fail ures would be s?arcoly known and the state wou'd soon become the most prosperous in tho world. This may appear exaggerated language but what wo moan to point out is that Dr. Fuller illustrated that quality of loft.v business integrity on which sue cess'ul commsrolal dealings ought to rest and do rest. His word was literally as good as his b md, as any who knew him will testify, and as everybody knows, his bond was about tho best that could bo offered io this county. Ho was a Christian man, a in >ral man and a vigorous man and ho has left to his family a record of which thoy aro and ought to be proud. FOR LAD I KS ONLY. You have spent day after day, dur ing hot, stillin? July and August, stow ing and sealing fruits and vegetables, in sir-tight jars, and stowing your selves at the sann time. Wo bring you relief King's Fruit Preserving Powder (large boxes and low price) will pre serve fruit and vegetables without air tight jars, with surer results an I at one-fourth tho price. A 25c cents box puts up ?0 pounds of fruit. Note tho great advantage In tasti and expense. 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REVELL COMPANY iTtTTTTTt 10 CHAPTER x. ovtk.n'b first prayers. |T was with hesitation, almost with fear, that . began with Owen, Bui even bud 1 been ublo to foresee the endless series of oxusperutlons tbrougli which she wns destined to conduct me, still would I unvo undortuken my task. For the child, with all her willfulness, her tempers und her pride, mado me, ?s she did nil others, lier willing slave. IJcr lessons went on, brilliantly or not at nil, according to her ,veet will. She learned io read with extraordinary rapidity, tor she was eager to know more of that great world of which the Duke had told her such thrilling tales. Writing sho abhorred. Sho had no one to write to. Why should she cramp her fingers over these crooked little marks'.' Hut she mastered with hardl} a struggle tho mysteries of fig ures, for she would have to sell her cattle, and "dad doesn't know when they are cheating." Hor ideas of edu cation were purely utilitarian, and what did not appear Immediately use ful she refused to li'lllo with. And so all through the following long winter She vexed my righteous soul with her willfulness and pride. An appeal to her father was idle. She would wfnd her lo-ig, thin arms nhout his neck and let her wax ing red hair float over hhn until the old man was quite help less to exert authority. The Duke could do most with her. To please him she would struggle with her crook ed letters for an hour at a time, hut even his Influence ami authority had Its limits. "Must I?" she said one day In an swer to a demand of his for more faithful study; "must IV" And, throwing up hor proud little bond and shaking hack with n trick she hart her streaming rod hair, she looked straight at him from her blue gray eyes and asked the monosyllabic ques tion. "Why?" And the Duke looked hack at her with his slight smile for a few moments and then said In cold, even tones: "I really don't know why," and turned his back on her. Immediately she sprang at him, shook him by tho arm and, quivering with passion, cried: "You are not to speak to me like that, and you are not to turn your hack that way!" "What a little princess It is," he said admiringly, "and what a time she will give herself some day!" Then he added, smiling sadly: "Was I rude, Qwoil? Then I am sorry." Her rage was gone, and she looked as If she could have held him by the feet. As It was, too proud to show her feelings, she just looked at Iiiin with softening eyes, and then sat down to the work she had refused. Tills was after the advent of the Pilot at Swan Creek, and, as the Duke rode home with mo that night, after long musing he said with hesita tion: "She ought to have some re ligion, poor child; she will grow up a perfect little devil. The Pilot might be of service If you could bring him up. Women need that sort of thing. It refines, you know." "Would she have him?" I asked. "Question," he replied doubtfully. "You might suggest It." Which I did, introducing somewhat clumsily, I fear, the Duke's name. "The Duke says be Is to make, mo good!" she cried. "I won't have him. I hate him, and you too!" And for that day she disdained all lessons, and when the Duke next appeared she greeted him with the exclamation, "I "J found iilm in tltc cra U." won't have your old Pilot, and I don't want to bo good, and and -you think he's no good yourself," at which the Duke opened his eyes. "How do you know? I never suld so!" "You laughed at him to dad one day." .. "Did I'/" said the Duke gravely. "Then I hasten to assure you that I have changed my mind. He is a good, brave man." "HO falls off bis horse," sho said, with contempt. "I rather think be slicks on now," replied the Duke, repressing a smile. "Besides," she went on, "he's just a kid. Bill said so." "Well, he might bo more ancient," Acknowledged the Duke, "hut in that he Is steadily Improving." "Anyway." with nn air of finality, "he Is not to come here." But he did come, and under hor own ^s^ort, one. threatening August even ing. "I found him in the creek," she an nounced with delimit BbnttipfacedneM, marching In the Pilot half drowned. "I think I could have crossed," he Wild apologetically, "for Louis was get ting on liU feet nguln." "No, you wouldn't," she protested "You would have been down lulo the canyon by uow, and you ought to be thankful." "So I hfalr' be hastened to say, "vory, Hut," ho added, unwilling to give up his contention. "I have crossed the Swan before.'1 "Kot when ii was in flood/' YYos; when H was In Hood, higher than now." "Not where tbe hanks are roekyJ' "No ol" 1 ? he italed. ' "There, tl e:i; yon would have been drOWlied hut fa- my lariat I" she cried triumphant iy. To this he doubtfully nafibntcd. They wer-' mm h alike, In high teni per, l? enthusiasm, vivid Imagination and in sensitive feeling. When the Old Timer en me In Owen trlumplinntly Introduced (he Pilot as having been rescued from n watery grave by her lariat, and again they fought out the possibilities of drowning and of escape till Owen almost lost her temper and was apt leased only by the most pro fuse expressions of gratitude on the part of the Pilot for her timely assist ance. Tho old Timer was perplexed. He was afraid to offend Owen and yet unwilling to be cordial to her giu>st. Tho Pilot was quick to feel this, and, soon after ten, rose to go. Owen's disappointment showed in her face. "Ask him to stay, dad." she said In a whisper. But tho half hearted Invita tion noted like a spur and the Pilot was determined to set off. '?There's a bad storm coining," she said, "and, besides," ehe added tri umphantly, "you enn't cross the Swan." This settled It, and the most earnest prayers of tho Old Timer could not have held him back. We all went down to Bee him cross, Gwen leading her pinto. The Swan was far over Its banks and In tho mid dle running swift and strong. Louis snorted, refused and finally plunged. Bravely he swam tNl tho swift run ning water struck blm, and over ho weut on his side, throwing Ids rider into the water. But the Pilot kept his head and, holding by the stirrups, paddled along by Louis' side. When they wcro half way across Louis saw that he had no chance of making tho landing, so, like n sensible horse, he turned and made for the shore. Hero, too, the banks were high, and die pony began to grow discouraged. "Let him float down farther!" shriek ed Gwen In anxious excitement, and, urging her pinto down the bank, she coaxed the struggling pony down tho stream till opposite a sbolf of rock level with tho high water. Then she throw her lariat, and, catching Louis about tho neck nnd the horn of his saddle, she held taut, till, half drown ed, he scrambled up the bank, drag ging the Pilot with him. "Oh, I am so glad!" she said, almost tearfully. "You see, you couldn't got across." The Pilot stuggered to his feet, took a step toward her and gasped out: "I can!" and pitched headlong. ?With a little cry she Hew to him and turned him over on his back. In a few moments ho rovlvcd, sat up and looked about stupidly. "Where's Louis?" ho said, with his face toward the swollen stream. "Safe enough," she answered. "But you muft come in; the rain is Just go ing to pour." But the Pilot seemed possessed. "No; I'm going to cross," ho Bald, rising. Gwen was greatly distressed. "But your poor horse," sho said, cleverly changing her ground. "He is quite tired out." Tho Old Timer now joined earnestly In urging him to stay till the storm was past. So, with a final look at tho stream, the Pilot turned toward the house. Of course I knew what would hap pen. Beforo (bo evening was over he had captured tho household. The mo ment he appeared with dry things on he ran to the organ, that had stood for ten years closed and silent, opened it nnd began to play. As he played and sang song after song the Old Timer's eyes began to glisten under his shaggy brows. But when he dropped into the exquisite Irish melody, "Oft In the Stilly Night," the old man drew a hard brea(l) and groaned out to me: "It was her mother's song," and from that time the Pilot had him fast. It was easy to pass to the old hymn. "Nearer, My God, (o Thee," and then the Piled said simply, "May we have prayers?" Ho looked at Gwen, but she gazed blankly at him and then at her father. "What does he say, dad?" It was pitiful to see the old man's face grow slowly red under tho deep tan as ho said: "You may, sir. There's been none hero for many years, and tho worse for us." He rose slowly, went Into the In ner room ami returned with a Bible. "Ii's her mother's," ho said In a voice deep with emotion. "I put it In her tmnk tho day I laid her out yonder un der the pines." The Pilot, without look Ing at him. rose ami reverently took the book In both his hands and said gently; '?It was a sad day for you. but for her" Ho paused. "You dill not grudge il to her?" "Not now. but then, J'oh! I wanted her, wo needed hor." The Old Timer's tears were flowing. The Pilot put his hand caressingly upon the old man's shoulder as If ho had been hfs father and said In his clear, sweet voice, "Some dny you will go to her." Upon this scene poor Gwen gazed with eyes wide open with amazement nnd a kind of fear. She had never seen her father weep since (be awful day (hat she could never forget, whop ho had knelt. In dumb agony beside tho bed on Which her mother Jay whlto and still; lior would be heed her till, climbing UP? she (rjod (o make Jior modicr waken nnd hear her cries. Then lie had caught her up In his arms, pressing her with (ears nnd grent sobs (o his heart. To night sho seemed (o feel (ha( some thing was wrong. She went nnd siood by her father, and, stroking his gray hair fondly, sho said: "What Is ho saying, daddy? Is be making you cry?" She looked at the pilot defiantly. "No, no, child," said (he old map hnsllly, "sit hero and llsiep." And while The storm raved outside we three sn( listening (o that nnclont s(ory of love ineffable. And, as (ho words fell Hko sweet niuslc upon our ears, the old man sat wi(h eyes that looked far nwny, whllo the child lis tened with devouring eagerness, "la Ji a fairy (ale, daddy?" sho asked ?s (he Pilot paused, "ft isn't true, is ft?" and her volco had a pleading note hard for the old man to boar. "Yes, yes, my child," said bo broken ly. "God forglvo me I" "Of course It's due," said the Pilot quickly. "I'll road It all to you to morrow. It's a benuitftil story!" "No," she said imperiously, "tonight Rend It now I Go on!" sho said, stamp ing her foot. "Don't you hear me?" The Pilot gazed in surprise at her and then, turning to the old man, said: "Shall I?" The Old Timor pimply nodded and tbe rending went on. Those were not my Im?hI days, and the faith of my Childhood was not as it bad been; but as tho rilol carried us through thoso matchless scenes of self forgetting love and service the rapt Wonder In the child's face us sho listened, tbe appeal in Uer voice as, now to her futher and uow ti> me, she cried,."!? that true, too? Is it all true?" made It impossible Cor me to hesitate In my answer. Aud I was glad to find it easy to give my firm adherence to the troth of all that tule of wonder. And us more und inoro it grew upon tho Pilot that the story he was reading, so old to him and to all he bad ever met, was now to one In that listening group, bis faco bcgau to glow und bis eyes to blaze, and he saw und showed me things that night I had never seen before, nor have I seen them since. Tbe great ilgure of the gospels lived, moved before our oyes. We saw hi in bend to touch tho blind, we beard him speak his marvelous teaching, we felt the throbbing excite ment of tbe crowda that pressed ugalnst him. Suddenly the Pilot stopped, turned over the leaves and began again: "And be led them out us far as to Bethany. And he lifted up his hands and blessed them. And It came to puss as bo bloss ed them he was parted from thorn uud a cloud received him out of their sight." There was silence for some minutes, then Owen said: "Where did be go?" "Up Into heaven," answered tho Pilot simply. "That's where mother Is," she sold to her father, who nodded In reply. "Does he know V" she usked. Tho old man looked distressed. "Of course be does," said tho Pilot, "and she sees blui ull the time." "Oh, daddy!" *ho cried, "isn't that good V" But the old man only hid bis face in his hands and groaned. "Yes," went on the Pilot, "and he sees us, too, and hears us speak and knows our thoughts." Again tbe look of wonder and fear cauu Into her eyes, but she 3aid no word. The experiences of the evening had made tbe world new to her. It could never be the same to her again. It gave mo a queer feeling to see her, when we three kneeled to pray, stand helplessly looking on, not knowing what to do, then sink hesldo her father, and, winding her arms about his neck, cling to him as the words of prayer were spoken into tbe car of him whom no man can see, but who we believe Is near to all that call upon him. Those were Owen's first "prayers," and in them Owen's part was small, for fear and wonder filled her heart, but the day was to come, and all too soon, when she should have to pour out her soul with Strong crying and tears. That day came and passed, but tho story of It is not to he told here. CHAPTER XI. _ OWEN'S CHALLENGE. ' ^-r WEN was undoubtedly wild \? and. as the Sky Pilot Said, ?'^J^r-J willful and wicked. Even Bronco Bill and III Kendel would say so. without, of course, abat ing one Jot of their admiration for her. For fourteen years she had lived chiefly with wild things. The cattle on tho range. Wild us deer, the coyotes, the .lack rabbits and the timber wolves were her mates and her Instructors. Prom these she learned her wild ways. The rolling prairie of the foothill coun try was her home. She loved It and all things that moved upon It with passionate love, the only kind she was capable of. And all summer long she spent Her days riding up and down the rangt? alone or with her fattier or with Joe or, best of all, with "the Duke, her hero and her friend. So she grew up strong, wholesome and self reliant, feurlug nothing alive and as untamed as a yearling range colt. She was not beautiful. The winds aud sun had left her no complexion to speak of, but the glory of her red hair, gold red, with purple sheen, nothing could tarnish. Her eyes, too, deep blue with rims of gray, that Hashed With the glint of steel or shone with melting light as of the stars, accord ing to hor mood (hose Irish, warm, deep eyes of hers were worth a man's looking at. Of course, all spoiled her. Tonka and far son Joe groveled in abjeclest adora tion, while her father and all who came within touch of her simply did her will. Even the Duke, who loved her heller than anything else, yielded lazy, admiring homage to his Little Princess, and certainly, when she stood straight up, with her proud little gold crowned bend thrown back, Hashing forth wrath or Issuing imperious com mands, she looked a princess, all of her. It was a great day and a good day for her when she fished tho Sky Pilot out of the Sw an and brought him home, and the night of Owen's first "prayer ;." w hen she heard for the first time th" story of the Man of Nazareth, was the best of all her nights up to that time. All through the winter, under the Pilot's guidance, she, with her father, the Old Timer, listening near, went over and over thatstory so old now to many, but ever becoming new, till a whole new world of mysteri ous powers and presences lay open to her imagination and became the home of great realities. She was rich In imagination ami, when the Pilot rend Munyan's immortal poem, her mother's old "Pilgrim's Progress," she moved and lived beside the hero of that talc, backing him up in bis tights and con sumed with anxiety over his many Im pending peril , till she had him safely across the river and delivered Into the Charge of the shining ones. The Pilot himself, too, was a now and wholesome experience. IJe was the first thing she had yet encountered that rcfirsed Submission and the first human being that had fulled to fall down and worship. There was smoo thing in him that would not always yield, and, Indeed, her prldo and her Imperious tempers he met with surprise and sometimes with a pity that verged toward contempt. With this she was not well pleased and not infrequently SllO broke forth upon him. Ono of these outbursts Is stamped upon my mind, not only because of Its unusual violence, but chiefly because of tho events which followed. The original cause of hev rag? was some trilling misdeed of the unfortunate Joe; but when 1 came upon tho scene It was the Pilot who wus occupying her at tention. Tho expression of surprise and pity on his face appeared to stir her up. "How dare you look at me like tli?t?" sho cried. "How very extraordinary that you can't keep hold of yourself better!" bo answered. "I can!" sho stamped. "And I shall do as I like I" "It Is a great pity," he said, with provoking calm, "and, besides, it la weak and silly." His words were un fortunate. "WeakT. abe gasped, wbe? h?t breath came back fo E'er. "Weak!" "Yen," lie saiel; "very weak ami child ish." Then she could have cheerfully put him to a slow and cruel death. When she had recovered a little she cried vehemently: "I'm not weak! l'ui strong! I'm stronger than you are! I'm strong as - as a man!" I do not suppose she meant the in sinuation. At any rate the Pilot ig nored it and went on. "You're not strong enough to keep your temper down." And then, as she liad no reply ready, he went on: "And reallyi Gweu, it Is not right. You must not go on in this way." Again his words were unfortunate. "Must not!" she cried, adding an inch to her height. "Who says soV" "God!" was the simple, short answer. She was greatly taken back, and gave a quick glance over her shoulder as if to see him who would dare to say "must not" to her; but, recovering, she answered sullenly: "I don't care!" "Don't care for God?" Tho pilot's voice was quiet and solemn, but some thing in his manner angered her, aud she blazed forth again: "I don't care for any one, and I shall do us I like." The Pilot looked at her sadly for u moment, and then said slowly: "Some day, Gwen, you will not be uble to do as you like." I remember well the settled doilanco in her tone and manner as sho look a step nearer him and answered in n voice trembling with passion: "Listen! 1 have always done as I like, and I shall do as I like till I die!" Aud sho rushed forth from the house and down toward tho canyon, her refuge from all disturbing things and chiefly from herself. I could not shake off the Impression her words made upon me. "Pretty di rect, that," 1 said to the Pilot as wo rode away. "The declaration may bo philosophically correct, but it rings un commonly like a challenge to the Al mighty; throws down the gauntlet, so to speak." Hut the Pilot only said: "Don'tl How ?in you?" Within a w*>ok her challenge was ac cepted, and how fiercely and how gal Iautly did she struggle to make It goodl IT was the Duke that brought me the news, and as he told me the story Ms gay, careless self command for once was gone. For in the gloom of the can yon where he overtook me 1 could see Ills face gleaming out ghastly white, and even his iron nerve could not keep the tremor from his voice. "I've just sent up the doctor," waa his answer to my greeting. "T looked for you last night, couldn't Und you.and so rode? off to the Fort." "What's up?" I said, with fear In my heart, for no light thing moved the Duke. "Haven't you heard? It's Gwen," he saul, and the next minute or two he gave to Jingo, who was indulging In a scries of unexpected plunges. When Jingo was brought down the Duke was master of himself and told his tale with careful self control. Gwen, on her father's buckskin bron co, had gone with the Duke to the big plain above the cut bank whore Joo was herding the cattle. The day was hot, and a storm was In the air. They found Joe riding up and down. Blnglng to keep the cattle quiet, but having a bord time to hold the bunch from breaking. While the Duke was riding around the far side of the bunch a cry from Gwen arrested his attention. Joe Vffns in trouble. Ills horse, a half bro ken cayuse, had stumbled Into a badger hole and had bolted, leaving Joe to the mercy of tho cattle. At once they be gan to sniff suspiciously at this phe nomenon, a man on foot, and to follow cautiously on his track. Joe kept his head and walked slowly out till all at once a young cow !>egnn to bawl and to paw the ground. In another minute one nnd then another of the cattle be gan to toss their heads and bunch and bellow till the whole herd of 200 were after Joe. Then Joe lost his head and ran. Immediately the whole herd broke Into a thuudcrlng gallop with heads and tails aloft and horns rattling like tho loading of a regiment of rifles. 'Two more minutes," said the Duke, "would have done for Joe, for I could never have reached him. But in spite of my most frantic warnings and slg nalings, right into tho face of that mad, bellowing, thundering mass of eteers rode that little girl. Nerve! I have some myself, but I couldn't have done It. She swung her horse round Joe and sailed out with him, with tho herd bellowing at tho toil of her bron co. I've seen some cavalry things in my day, but for sheer cool brnvory nothing touches that." "How did It end? Did they ruu them down?" I asked, with terror at such a result. "No; they crowded her toward tho cut bank, and sho was edging them off and was almost past whon they came to a place where tho bank bit in, and her Iron mouthed brute wouldn't swerve, but went pounding on, broke through, plunged. Sho couldn't spring free because of Joe and pitched head long over tho bank, while the cattle went thundering past. I flung myself off Jingo nnd slid down somehow into tho sand thirty feet below. Hero was Joe snfo enough, but the bronco lay with a broken leg and half under him was Gwen. She hardly know she was hurt, but waved her hand to me nnd cried out: 'Wasn't that a race? I couldn't swing this hard headed brute. Get me out.' But even as sho spoke; the light faded from her eyes, she stretched emt her hands te> me, saying faintly, 'Oh, Duke!' and lay back white nnel still. We put a bulled Into the buckskin's bend ami carried her home In our Jackets, and there she lies with out a sounel freun her poor, white lips." Tho Duke> was badly cut up. I had never seen him she>w any sign e>f grief hoforo, hut as he finished the story ho stood ghastly and shaking. He read my surprise in my face ami said: "Look hero, olel chap, elon't think me quite a fool. You can't know what that little; girl has done for me tllCSO years, lier trust in me?it is extraor dinary how utterly sho trusts me somehow hold me up te> my best and back from perdition. It Is tlm one* bright sped In my life In this blessed country. Kvery ono else thinks mo a pleasant or unpleasant klnel of fiend." I protested rather faintly. "Oh, don't worry your conscience," he answered with a slight return of his Old smile. "A fuller knowledge would only Justify the opinion." Thon, after n pauso he added: "But if Owen ge>os I must pull nut. I couldn't stand It." Ah we rode up the doctor camo out. "Well, what do you think?" asked the Duke. "Can't say yet," replied tho old doc tor, gruff with long army practice. "Bad enough. Good night," But the Duke's hand fell upon his ?boulde r with a grip that must have got to tho bone, and in a husky voice he asked: "Will she live?" The doctor sepilrmed, but could not shpko off tho crushing grip. "Here, youy??ug flgei*i let go! What <!n you tblllk 1 am mad- of?" be cried angrily.' "I didn't suppose 1 was com in--: i" a boar's den or I Bboukl have brougkt a gun." It was only by the most complete apology tbut tbb Duke could mollify tbe old doctor BtilUciently to get bis opinion. "No. she will nol die! Groal idt of stuff! I let tor she should die, perhaps! BUI can't say yet for two weeks. Now remember," lie udded imply, looking into tl.e Duke's won stricken face, ' hor spirit- must be kepi up, l kuvo Hod most fully aud cheerfully to them in side. You must do (lie same." And tlie doctor strode away, calling out: ".foe: Here. .Too! Whore is tie gone? .loo, I say: Extraordinary selection Providence makes at times; we could have spared Unit lazy half breed with pleasure! Joe! Oh, here you are! Whore in thunder"? Hut here tbe doctor sloppi d abruptly. Tito agony In the dark face before him win too much even for the bluff doctor. Straight ami stiff .!..<? stood by the horse's bend till the doctor had mounted. Then with a great effort ho said: "Little miss, she no dead? ' ' i>?.,d:'' called out llio doctor, glanc ing ut the op.n window. "Why, bless your old copper carcass, no! Owen will show you yet bow to rope a steer." Joe tool; u step nearer, and, lowering ids tone, said: "You speak uic true? Me man, me no papoose." The piercing black eyes searched the doctor's face. The doctor hesitated a moment, and then, with nn air of great candor, ho said cheerily: "That's all right, Joe. Miss Owen will cut circles round your old cayuse yet. Hut remember," and the doctor was very impressive, "you must make her ltlUgh every day." Joe folded his arms across Iiis breast and stood like a statue till the doctor red" nway. 'Iben, turning to us, ho grinded out: "Him good man. eh?" "('.<< d man," answered the Duke, adding, "but remember, Joe, what ho told you to do?must make her laugh ?very day." Poor .b>e: Ilunmr was nol his forte, and his attempt III tills direction In tho week-; that followed would have beim humori us were they not so pathetic, tfow I did my purl I cannot toll. Those weeks are lo me now like the memory of an ugly nightmare. The ghostly old nraii moving out of and Into Ma little daughter's room hi u-oles:. dumb a; ony. Ponku's woo stricken Indian face, Joe's extraordinary and unusual hut loyal attempts at fun making gro tesquely s;id. and tho Duke's unvarying and Invincible ohoprinoss?these furnlsh light and shade for the picture my mem ory brings nie of (.5wen in those days. For the first two weeks she was sim ply heroic. She bore her pain without a groan, submitted to the Imprisonment, which was harder than pain, with an gelic patience. Joe, the Duiio and I carried out our instructions with caro ful exactness to the letter. She never doubted, and we never let her doubt, but that In a few weeks she would be on the plnto's back again and after the cattle. She made us pass our word for this till it seemed as If sho must have read the falsehoods on our brows. "To lie cheerfully with her eyes upon one's face colls for more than I pos sess," said the Duke one day. "The doctor should supply us tonics. It is an arduous task." And she believed us absolutely, and made plans for tho full round up and for hunts und rides till one's heart grew sick. As to tho ethical problem Involved, I decline to express no opin ion, but we hud no need to wait for our punishment. Her trust In us, hor eager and confident expectation of the return of her happy, free, outdoor life these brought to us, who knew how vain they were, their own adequate punishment for every false assurance we gave. And how bright and brave she was tfiose tlrst days'. How reso lute to get back to the world of nlr aiul light outside: But she had need of all her bright ness and courage and resolution before she was done with her long light. (TO BE CONTINUED.) THKOWN PRO M A WAGON. Mr. George K. Bahcook was thrown from his wagon and severely bruised. He applied Chamberlain's Pain Balm frooly and says it is tho best liniment hcevorused. Mr. Baboock is a well known citizen of North Plain, Conn. There is nothing equal to Pain Balm for sprains and bruises. It will effect a cure in one-third the time required by any other treatment. For sale bv Laurens Drug Co. CASE AFTER CASE. Plenty More Like This in Lanrens. Scores of Laurone people can toll you about Doan's Kidney's Pills. Many a happy citizen makes a public state ment of bis oxperience. Here is a case of it. What better proof of merit can be bad than such endorsements: 1). M. Stribbling, former proprietor of Dairy farm, says: "I am highly pleased with tho results I obtained from tho use of Doan's Kidney Pills which I used for backache and kidnoy trouble. I suffered for some years with a dull aching pain across tho small of my back, especially bad at night. At time? It was so sevore that I was to tally unfit to attend to my work. The kidnoy eecretious wero dirk colored, full of brick dust sediment and of a very strong odor. At night I was ob liged to rise frequently which to gether with the constant backache and Fo-s of sleep caused my general health to he very poor. T usod any number of remedies and took doctors p-oscrlptions but it was tho same old thing, very llt t'o if any relief. I saw Doan's Kidney Pills advertised and wont to tho Pal motto Drug Co.'s store nnd got a box of them. To my delight after taking them my back rogaincd its strength, did not ache aud the kidneys acted naturally and I could rest all night without be ing disturbed." 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