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T f ICONQUEST \ By BOOTH T I Author of "Cherry," "M i corrfticHT, 1 oos, by > 9 (Continued from last week.) j CHAPTER X. HE woke to the light of morning amazed and foil of a strange wonder because he did not know what had amazed him. A chime of bells sounded from a church steeple across the square, ringing out in assured righteousness, summoning the good people who maintained them \ to come and sit beneath them or be ! taken to task, and they fell so dismal- I ly upon Joe's ear that he bestirred him- ! self and rose, to the delight of his moo- j grel, who leaped upon him Joyfully. An Door later or inereaooui uie pur emerged tfom the narrow stairway and stood for a moment, blinking In the fair sunshine, apparently undecided which way to go. The church bell? were silent There wag no breeze. The air trembled a little with the deep pip- 1 ings of the organ across the square, and, save for that, the town was very quiet. The paths which crossed the ; courthouse yard were flecked with steady shadow, the strong young foilage of the maples not mov^g, having the air of observing the S&Wath with propriety. The organ ceased to stir the air, and all was In quiet yet a quiet which for Louden was net peace. Re looked at his watch and, without ( Intending It spoke the hour aloud, "A , quarter past 11." The sound of his own voice gave him a little shock. He rose without knowing why, and as he did so tt seemed to him that he ( beard dose to bis ear another voice, a woman's troubled and Insistent but clear and sweet, saying: I "Remember! Across Main street i bridge at noon!" j It was so distinct that he started and looked round. Then he laughed. "I'll , be seeing circus parades next." His , laughter fled, for, louder than the ring- < lug in his ears, unmistakably came the strains of a faraway brass band which had no existence on land or sea or in i the waters under the earth. i "Here!" he said to the mongrel. "We | need a walk. I think. Let's you and , me move on before the camels turn , the corner." . The music followed him to the street, j tt-horo h<? tnrnpH wMtwnrd toward the river, and presently as he walked on, ] fanning himself with his straw hat, it ( faded and was gone. But the voice he ( had heard returned. "Remember! Across Main street bridge at noon!" it said again close to , his ear. This time he did not start "All J right," he answered, wiping his forehead. "If you'll let me alone, I'll be ! there." At a dingy saloon corner near the river a shabby little man greeted him heartily and petted the mongrel. "I'm ! mighty glad you didn't go, after all, Joe," he added, with a brightening ' face. "Go where, Happy?" Mr. Fear looked grave. "Don't you rec'lect meetln' me last night?' Louden shook his head. "No. Did I?' The other's jaw fell, and his brow corrugated with self reproach. "Well, if that don't show what a thick bead I am! J thought ye was all right er I'd gone on with ye. Nobody c'd 'a' walked straighter ner talked stralghter. Said ye was goin' to leave Canaan fer 1 good and didn't want nobody to know ' it. Said ye was goin' to take the 'leven o'clock through train fer the west and told me I couldn't come to the deepo with ye. Said ye'd had enough o' Ca- 1 naan and of everything. I follered ye part way to the deepo, but ye turned and made a motion fer me to go back, and I done it because ye seemed to be kind of in trouble, and I thought ye'd rutber be by yerself. Well, sir. It's one on me." "Not at all," said Joe. "I -was all right." "Was ye?" returned the other. "Do remember, do ye?" "Almost," Joe smiled faintly. "Almost," echoed Happy, shaking his head seriously. "I tell ye, Joe, ef 1 was you"? he began slowly, then paused and shook his head again. He seemed on the point of delivering some advice, but evidently perceiving the snobbish- ! ness of such a proceeding, or else con- j vinced by his own experience of the / futility of it, he swerved to cheerful- j ness: "I hear the boys is all goin* to work ! hard fer the primaries. Mike says ye ; got some chances ye don't know about. , He swears ye'll be the next mayor of Canaan." "Nonsense! Folly and nonsense, Ilap- j py! That's the kind of thing I used to ;hink when I was a boy. But now? ' pshaw!" Joe broke off with a tired j laugh. "Tell them not to waste their time! Are you going out to the Beach J this afternoon?" The little man lowered his eyes moodily. "I'll be near there," he said, scraping his patched shoe up and down the curbstone. "That feller's in town ; ag'in." "What fellow?" " 'Nashville* they call him. Ed's the name he give the hospital. Cory?him that I soaked the night you come back to Canaan. He's after Claudine to git his evens with me. He's made a raise ! somewhere's and plays the spender, j And her?well, I reckon she's tired waltin' table at the National House, beraetr. It was but tl>c expression 01 ber daintiness and tbe adjunct of VL She was tall, but If Joe could hare spoken or thought of her as "slender" he would have been capable of ealllng --- *1 I- ?III nnnlrl ???H^? 'o}?nmn ARKINGTON. onjieur Beiucaire," Etc. HARPER fc. BROTHERS C. 4 tired o' me. too. 1 got a hint that they're gain' out to the Beach together this afternoon." Joe passed his hand wearily over his aching forehead. "I understand," he said, "and you'd better try to. Cory's laying for you, of course. You say he's after your wife? He must have set about It pretty openly if they're going to the Beach today, for there is always a crowd there on Sundays. Is it hard for you to see why he's doing it? It's because he wants to make you jealous. What for? So that you'll tackle him again. And why does he want that? Because he's ready for you!" The other's eyes suddenly became KlAAilakAf Kla + Itt. VlWUflUVkf UIO UVWII1IO CA^UUUlli( iU credibly. "Ready, Is he? He better be ready. I""That'a enough!" Joe Interrupted swiftly. "We'll hare no talk like that I'll settle this for you mjself. You send word to Claudlne that I want to see her at my ffflce tomorrow morning, and you?you stay away from the Beach today. Give me your word." Mr. Fear's expression softened. "All right Joe," he said. "I'll do whatever yon tell me to. Any of us '11 do that; we sure know who's our friend." "Keep out of trouble, Happy." Joe turned to go and they shook hands. "Good day, and?keep out of trouble!" When be bad gone Mr. Fear's countenance again gloomed ominously, and, shaking his head, be ruml^atlvely entered an adjacent bar through the alley door. The Main street bridge was an old fashioned wooden covered one, dust colored and very narrow, squarely framing the fair open country beyond, ror ine Town nau never cruweu me river. Joe found the cool shadow In the bridge gracious to his hot brow, and through the slender chinks of the worn flooring he caught bright glimpses Df running water. When he came out of the. other end he felt enough refreshed to light a cigar. "Well, here I am," he said, "across Main street bridge, and It must be getting on toward noon!" He spoke almost with the aspect of daring and immediately stood still listening. " 'Remember,' " he ventured to repeat, again daring?" 'remember! Across Main street bridge at noon!'" And again he listened. Then be (buckled faintly with relief,- for the voice did not return. "Thank God, I've got rid of that!" he whispered. "And cf the circus band too!" A dusty road turned to the right fol lowing the river and shaded by big sycamores on the bank. The mongrel, intensely preoccupied with this road, scampered away, his nose to the ground. "Good enough," said the master. "Lead on and I'll come after rAii " . ? But he had not far to follow. The chase led him to a half hollow log which lay on a low grass grown levee above the stream where the dog'h Interest In the pursuit became vivid: temporarily, however, for after a few minutes of agitated Investigation be was seized with indifference to the whole world, panted briefly, slept Joe Bat upon the log, which was in the Bbac'e, and smoked. For the first time It struck Joe that It was a beautiful day, and it came to bim that a beautiful day was a thing which nothing except death, sickness or Imprisonment could take from him, not even the ban of Canaan. Unforewaraed music sounded In bis ears again, but he did not shrink from it now. This was not the circus band he had beard as he left the square, but a melody like a faraway serenade at night, as of "the horns of elf land faintly blowing," and he closed his eyes with the sweetness of it. "Go ahead," he whispered. "Do that all you want to. If you'll keep it up like this awhile, I'll follow with 'Little Brown Jug, How I Love Thee!' It seems to pay after all!" The welcome strains, however, were but the prelude to a harsher sound which interrupted and annihilated thorn?the courthouse bell clanging oul 12. "All right," said Joe. "It's noon, and I'm 'across Main street bridge.'" He opened his eyes and looked about him whimsically. Then be shook bis head again. A lady had just emerged from the bridge and was coming toward him. It would be hard to get at Joe's first impressions of her. We can find conveyance for only the broadest and heaviest. Ancient and modern instances multiply the case of the sleeper who ' ?* ? irtn? ct-irv in nrourate QT^ULUS UUL a ivug uwt j - color and fine detail, a tale of years. In the opening and shutting of a door. So with Joseph in the brief space of the lady's approach. And with him, as with the sleeper, It must have been? In fact it was?in hts recollections later a blur of emotion. He had little knowledge of the millinery arts, and he needed none to seo the harmony?harmony like that of the day he had discovered a little while ago. Her dress and hat and gloT ?v> nnd parasol showed a pale lavender overtint like that which he bad seen overspreading the western slope. (Afterward he discovered that the gloves she wore that day were gray and that her hat was for the most part white.) The charm of fabric and tint belonging to what she wore was no shame to her, not being jjf primal Importance beyond j Der lips ~reu, iu huilu w nv?.<. 1 not have been Joe and woO have been as far from the truth as her lips were from red or as her supreme delicateness was from mere slenderness. She was to pass him?so he thought? and as she drew nearer bis breath came faster. "Remember! Across Main street bridge at noon!" Was this the fay of whom the voice had warned him? With that, there befell him the mystery of last night He did not remember, but it was as if he lived again dimly the highest hour of happiness in a life a thousand years ago; perfume and music, roses, nightingales and plucked barpstrlngs. Yes. something wonderful was happening to him. ciia Vin/l otnnnw! rilrfvtlv in front Of rors were not always made without intention. For example, in calcu- , lating the number of men who were to make up his battalions, regiments or divisions, he always used to increase the sum total. One can hardly believe that in doing so he wanted to deceive himself, but he often thought it useful to exaggerate the strength of his armies. It was no use pointing out any mistake of this kind. He refused ta admit it and obstinately maintained his voluntary arithmetical error. ? Memoirs Baron de Meneval. It Wasn't Crap*. WTien Opic Read was editor of the Arkansas Traveler one of the best reporters on the paper died, and his death was greatly mourned by the editorial staff. A visitor' to the office on the day of the funeral found the editor and his staff talking about their loss disconsolately. "It has been a sad loss, friends," thfe visitor said, "a sad loss indeed." He sighed and looked about the room. "And I am pleased to see," he went on, "that you commemorate the melancholy event by hanging up crape." Opie Read frowned. "Crape," he said. "Where do you see any crape?" "Over there," said the visitor, pointing. "Crape be hanged!" said Read. "That isn't crape. That's the office towel 1" Squaring the Circle. The oldest mathematical book in the wofld, which dates some 4,000 years back and which was written in Egypt, contains a rule for squaring the circle. The rule given is to shorten the diameter by a ninth, and on the line so obtained to construct a square. And this, though far from I being exact, is near enough lor most : practical purposes. Mathematicians | We long been convinced that the solution was impossible, but it ia only in recent years that they were able to demonstrate this. A German professor named Landmanh published in 1882 a demonstration, which was accepted by the scientific world as satisfactory. W Phrenology. Science by its anatomical spokesmen has long since exploded the attractive but fallacious creed of the phrenologist. It is now well known that nn cranium, not even that which inclosed the mighty intellect of Sophocles, reveals on its outer aspect anv certain signs of the cerebral development within it. The inner table alone expresses in its form the characters of its evolution.?London Lancet. " The 8irloin. The term "sirloin" of beef is a corruption of "surloin," from the French word "surlonge," meaning over or upper portion of the loin; also becinise King James I., when dining at Hoghton hall, in Lancashire, in one of his fits of humor said to an attendant, "Bring hither that surloin, sirrah, for 'tis worthy of a more honorable post, being, as I may say, not surloin, but Sir Loin, the noblest joint of all." him?stopped and stood looking at him with her clear eyes. He did not lift his own to hers. He had long experience of the averted gaze of women, but It was not only tiaL A great shyness beset bim. He bad risen and removed his hat. trying (ineffectually) not to clear his throat, his every day sense urging upon him that she was a stranger in Canaan who had lost her way? the preposterousnesa of any one's lotting the way in Canaan not just now ap> pealing to his every day sense. "Can I?can I"? he stammered, blushing miserably, meaning to finish with "direct you," or "show you the way." Then be looked at her again and saw what seemed to him the strangest sight of his life. The lady's eyes had filled with tears?filled and overfilled. "I'll sit here on the log with you," she said. And her voice was the voice which be had heard saying: "Remember! Across Main street bridge at n??T (Continued next week.) Napoleon's Arithmetic. Napoleon used to make mistakes in figures, absolute and positive as arithmetic has to be. He could have worked out the most complicated mathematical problems, and jet he could rarely total up a sum correct1" Tf 10 -foil, tn o/lfl fliat fhoco ar. .*; ' : ;/ jn ' "v .A * '' >m'~''''.:T * ' - * .1 POISON IN FLOWERS. | Certain Death Lurk* In Many of tha , Beautiful Plant*. Beautiful as flowers appear to the eye, there lurks behind their attractiveness certain death. They may vt be handled with impunity and their odors enjoyed without any danger, but let any one taste the juice pi some of the sweetest, and with every drop he is taking deadly poison into his system. Even the bulbs of such dainty flowers as the snowdrop, narcissus, hyacinth and the jonquil are poisonous. The oxalis also is not a safe thingto put between the lips, and all the lobelias will produce dizziness and general disease. The monk's hood and the beautiful foxglove are noxious affairs, from which powerful drugs are obtained, more than a few drops of their extracts being usually a fatal dose. Certain of the crocuses if eaten, even if nothing is swallowed but the juice, produce vomiting. The bulb of the intricately beautiful lady's slipper poisons externally as the noxious ivy, dogwood and sumac. The quaint old jack-in-the-pulpit, although not a garden plant, is an- other enemy to health and life, and 60 also is the marvelous Queen Anne's lace, which now and then will creep in through the paling and looks so enchanting when far and wide it embroiders field and roadside. The laughing little buttercup, that might be a drop of visible sun- ' light, is by no means as innocent as it looks. The cow in the pasture knows enough to avoid it. That and all its cousins, the rich, profuse peonies, the "dazzling blue larkspurs and the rest, are full of toxic properties. The oleander tree that is set outdoors when spring conies and that lines the streets of various of our southern cities is another hive of deadly poison. The superb catalpa tree, towering' with its great leaves and its masses of white and fragrant flowers, is a. charming thing in the garden, but its bark is exceedingly injurious and the laburnum, that looks like a fountain of gold leaping into the sun, is poison in leaf and flower and "J seed, and even the grass beneath it is best thrown away when cut ine+ao/l r\t K/iinrr 4ai\ in paifla 1: a wuu vi t/viug avu w vwvvav* j. ????? Would B? a Queen. She was eight years old and had been reading fairy tales until she could think of nothing elsef. One day recently she astonished her mother by quietly saying, "Mamma, I'm going to run away from home . and go to England." "What in the world do you want to go to England for?" "I want to go there to become a kitchen girl in the king's kitchen." "Gracious!" exclaimed the mother. "What put that idea into your head?" "Well, perhaps if I became a kitchen girl some prince will see me and marry me and make me a princess, and then when the kingdies I'll be a queen." "I think," said the mother, "that V, o /3 kftf+on lotr wmir -fa i -rxr Kortlm JUU Xiau UtV/tti iOj J vWJ. WVMV aside and help me darn these stockings."?Columbus Dispatch. Was a Collector Himself. Saint-Saens while walking along one of the Paris boulevards one afternoon encountered a very miserable beggar, to whom he gave 2 sons and passed on. A wealthy Parisian hastened up to the beggar and said, "Here, my man, I'll give you 5 francs for those 2 sous that gentleman just dropped in your hat." "What's that for ?" asked the astoni?Vipd hficrcrar. "I want them for mv -'n ? ? * collection. The man who gave them to you is Saint-Saens, the poet." "What?him?" asked the beggar, pointing toward the fast retreating figure of the donor. "Yes. That's Saint-Saens." "That being the case," returned the beggar, "I think I'll keep the coins. I'm a collector myself." Not the Same Growl. A noted woman suffrage leader a-11-:? til;i?j was laming in x iiiiaucijjuia auuuu divorce. "Ill temper is at the root of divorce," she said.- "Men and women are not so vicious as some people think. Impatience causes more divorces than immorality. When I was living in Pittsburg I called one day on a certain married woman. At dinner time my hostess . rang for the maid. She said: [ ? " 'Marv, is that Mr. Brown.downstairs ? 1 thought I heard him just }( now/ " 'No'm/ Mary answered. 'That fjfl wuz the dawg what wuz growling'" fl ?Minneapolis Journal. JH Webster's Compliment. ? 9 Mr. Webster said one of xhe B heartiest compliments ever paid him H was by a Maine farmer for whom' when a young man he had gone into Maine and tried a case. As' they left the courtroom?it is to be presumed flushed with victory?the flH client with flat hand struck him a | I blow on the back that made the dust I