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"-Oh," moaned Eeverly, suddenly
. leaning against the fore wheel, her
eyes almost starting from her head.
TEhe leader laughed quietly-yes, good
?atnredly. "Oh, you won't-you won't
jkiH ns?" She had time to observe that
lhere were smiles on the faces of all
ine men within the circle of light
"Rest assured, your highness," said
the leader, leaning upon his rifle bar?
tel with careless grace, "we intend no
fcann to yon. Every man you meet in
Craustark is not a brigand, I trust
for your sake. We are simple hunters,
and not what we may seem. It is
fortunate that you have fallen into
honest hands. There is some one in
the coach?" he asked, quickly alert A
prolonged groan proved to Beverly that
Aunt Fanny had screwed up sufficient
?courage to look out of the window.
'-"My o?d servant" she half whis?
pered. Then, as several of the men
?tarted toward the door: "But she is
old and wouldn't harm a fly. Please,
please don't hurt her."
"Compose yours alf; she is safe,"
said the leader. By this time it was
?quite ?ark. At a word from him two
or three men lighted lanterns. The
picture was more weird than ever in
me fitful glow. "May I ask, your high?
ness, how do you intend to reach Edel?
weiss in your present condition? You
cannot menage those horses and, be?
sides, you do not know the way."
"Aren't you going to rob us?" de?
manded Beverly, hope springing to the
surface with a joyful bound. The
stranger laughed heartily and shook
iiis head.
"Do we not look like honest men?"
tie cried, with a wave of his hand to?
ward his companions. Beverly looked
?dnbious. "We live the good, clean life
of the wilderness. Outdoor life is nec?
essary for our health. We could no:
ii vs in the city," he went on, with grim
?mmor. For the first time Beverly no?
ticed that he wore a huge black patch
.over his left eye, held in place by a
cord. He appeared more formidable
than ever under the light of critical in?
spection.
"I am very much relieved," said Bev?
erly, who was not at all relieved. "But
whv have you slopped us in tliis mar?
ner:"
"Stopped you?" erie*! the man with j
the patch. "I indore you to unsay :
that your highness. Your coacn was j
?quite at a standstill before we knew of j
its presence. You do us a grave In?
justice." . I
"It's very strange," muttered Bever- '
?y, somewhat taken aback.
"Have you observed that it is quite
?nark?" asked the leader, putting away 1
Jois brief show of indignation.
."Dear me; so it is!" cried she, now 1
able to think more clearly.
"And you are miles from an inn or J
??o*2se of any kind," he went or.. "Do 1
you expect to stay here ali ni.^h??"
"I'm-I'm not afraid."* bravely shiv- I
ered Beverly,
"it is most dangerous." i
*"I have a rc vol*, er," ?*e wo uk il til.**- :
voice weat oa.
"Oho! What is it for?"
"To use in case of emergency."
"S>/h as repelling brigaads who su<*
?enly appear upon the sceae?"
. "Yes."
. *"May I ask why you did aot use it
this evening?"
-".Because it is locked up in one of my
*fcags-? don't know just which one
and Aunt Fanny has the key," coafess
ed Beverly.
The chief of the "honest mea" laugh
?ed again, a clear, riagiag laugh that be- j
spoke supreme coafideace ia his right :
to en?oy himself.
"And who is Aunt Fanny?" he asked, j
covering his patch carefully with his ;
slouching hat. j
"My servant. Shes colored."
"Colored?" he asked in amazement, j
"What do you mean?"
"Why, she's a negress. Don't you
Irnow what a colored person is?" j
"You mean she is a slave-a black
slave?" i
"We/ dDn't own slaves any mo'- ;
more." He looked more puzzled than :
ever-then at last to satisfy himself, j
walked over and peered into the coach. I
Aunt Fanny set up a dismal howl. An i
instant later Sir Honesty was pushed 1
aside, and Miss Calhoua was anxiously
trying to comfort her old friend
through the window. The man looked
on in silent wonder for a minute and
then strode off to where a group of his j
men stood talking. j
-Is yo' daid yit, Miss Bevly-i3 de
end came?" moaned Aunt Fa any. Bev?
erly could not repress a smile.
"I am quite alive, auatie. These men
will not burt us. They are very aice
gentlemen."" Sue uttered the last ob?
servation in a loud voice, and it had
its effect, for the lea.1er carne to her
side with long strides.
"Convince your servant that we mean
no harm, your highness." he said eager- j
|y, a new deference in bis voice and
manner. "We have only the best of
motives in mind. True, the h?ls are
full of lawless fellows, and we are
Obliged to fight them almost daily, but
you have fallen in with honest men
Tery nice gentlemen, 1 trust. Less than
?an hour ago we put a band of robbers
to flight"
"I heard the shooting," cried Bever?
ly- "It was that which put my escort
*A flight"
. "They <:VJ!'; noT have been soldier.-.
??? ?Up* , higLntss,"
GEORGE BARR m
M'GUTCHEON, W
Author of "GrausUri." ??V
Coprrioht. 1904. by Dodd. SS^j?
Mead ?nd Company ?*v? *
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**??ey were Cossacks, or whatever
you call them. But, pray, why do you
call me 'your, highness?' " demanded
Beverly. The tall leader swept the
ground with his hat once more.
"All the outside world knows the
Princess Yeti ve-why not the humble
mountain man? You will pardon me,
but every man in the hills knows that
you are to pass through on the way
from St Petersburg to Ganlook. We
are not so far from the world, after
all, we rough people of the hills. We
know thai your highness left St Pe?
tersburg by rail last Sunday and took
to the highway day before yesterday
because the floods had washed away
the bridges north of Axphain. Even
the ?hills ho ve eyes and ears."
Beverly listened with increasing per?
plexity. It was true that she had left
St Petersburg on Sunday; that the un
precedei .ed floods had stopped all rail?
way trafl?c in the hills, compelling her
to travel for many miles by stage, and
that the whole country was confusing
her in some strange way with the Prin
! cess Yetive. The news had evidently
sped through Axphain and the h?ls
with the swiftness of fire. It would be
useless to deny the story; these men
j would not believe her. In a flash she
! decided that it would be best to pose
j for the time being as tba ruler of
j Graustark. It regained only for her
! to impress upon Aunt Fanny the im
! portance of this resolution. !
"What wise old hills they must be,"
I she said, with evasive enthusiasm.
"You cannot expect me to admit, how?
ever, that I am the princess," she went
i on.
j "It would not be just to your excel:
lent reputation for tact if you did so,
! your highness," calmly spoke the man.
? "It is quite as easy to say that you are
not the princess as to say that you are,
j so what matters, after all? We re
I serve the right, however, to do hom?
age to the queen who rules over these
! wise old hills. I offer you the humble
j services of myself and my compan?
ions. We are yours to command."
""I am very grateful to find that you
are not brigands, believe me," said
Beverly. "Pray tell me who yon are,
? then, and you shall be sufficiently re- j
warded for your good intentions."
"I? Oh, your highness, ? am Baldos, j
the go Vc hunter, a poor subject for re- j
ward :it your hands. I may as well ad?
mit that I am a poacher and have no
legal right to the prosperity of your
! hills. The only reward I can ask is for
; giveness for trespassing upon the prop
! erty of others."
i
j "You shall receive pardon for all
transgressions, but you must get me to
seme place of safety," said Beverly ea?
gerly.
"And quickly, too, you might well
have added," he said lightly. "The
horses have rested, I think, so with
your permission we may proceed. I
know of a place where you may spend
the night comfortably and be refreshed
for the rough journey tomorrow.'*
"Tomorrow? How can I ?o on? I
am alone!" she cried despairingly.
"Permit me to remind you that you
are no longer alone. You have a rag?
ged following, your highness, but it
shall be ? loyal one. Will you re-enter
the coach? It is not far to the place I
speak of, and I myself will drive you
there. Come, it ls getting late, and
your retinue, at least, is hungry."
Ke flung open the coach door, ;'nd his
hat swept the ground once more. The
light of a lantern played fitfully upon
his dark, gaunt face, with its gallant
smile and ominous patch. She hesitat?
ed, fear entering her soul once more.
He looked up quickly and saw the inde?
cision in her eyes, the mute appeal.
Trust me, your highness," he said
gravely, and she allowed him to hand
her into the coach.
A moment later he was upon the
driver's box, reins in hand. Calling out
to his companions in a language
strange to Beverly, he cracked the
whip, and once more they were lum?
bering over the wretched road. Bever- j
ly sank back into the seat with a deep j
sigh of resignation.
"Well, I'm in for it." she thought !
"It doesn't matter whether they are j
thieves or angels, I reckon I'll have to !
take what comes. He doesn't look very j
much like an angel, but he looked at j
me just now as if he thought I were !
ono. Dear mo, I wish I were back in i
Washin'tonT'
CHAPTER V.
Ti WO of the men walked close be?
side the door, one of them bear?
ing a lantern. They conversed
in low tones and in a language
which Beverly could not understand.
After awhii . she found herself analyz?
ing the garb r.nd manner of the men.
She was saying to lu r eli that here
I were her first real specimens of Grau
? stark peasantry, and they were to
! mark an ineffaceable spot in ber rnein
ory. They were dark, strong faced men
i of medium height, with fierce black
i eyes and long black hair. As no two
I were dressed alike, lt was impossible
to recognize characteristic styles of at?
tire. Sonic were in the rude, baggy
costumes of the peasant as she had
imagined him; others were dressed in
the tight fitting but dilapidated uni?
forms of the soldiery, while several
were in clothes partly European and
partly oriental There wore hats and
fezzes and caps, some with feathers Ja.
the bands, othe V?thout. Tuc man
riearest the coach wore the dirty gi
uniform of an army officer, full
holes and rents, while another strc
along in a pair of baggy yellow tr?
eers and a dusty London dinner jack
All in ali, it was the motliest band
vagabonds she had ever seen. Th)
were at least ten or a dozen in the p
ty. While a few carried swords,
lugged the long rifles and crooked d;
gers of the Tartars.
"Aunt Fanny," Beverly whisper
suddenly moving to the side of the si
dued servant, "where is my revolvei
It had come to her like a flash that
subsequent emergency should not fi
her unprepared. Aunt Fanny's ji
dropped, and her eyes were like wh
rings in a black screen.
"Good Lawd, wha -what fo\ M
Bev'ly"
"Sh! Don't call me Miss Bev'
Now, just you pay 'tention to me, a
I'll tell you something queer. Get i
revolver right away and don't let thc
men see what you are doing." Wh
Aunt Fanny's trembling fingers we
in search of the firearm, Beverly 01
lined the situation briefly, but explic
ly. The old woman was not slow
understand. Her wits sharpened
fear, she grasped Beverly's instit
tions with astonishing avidity.
"Ve'y well, yo' highness," she sa:
with fine reverence, "Ah'll p'ocuah
bottle o' pepp'mint fo' yo' if yo' j<
don' mine me pullin' an' hauli
"mongst dese boxes. Mebbe yo' i
>druther hab de gingen?" With ti
wonderful subterfuge as a shield si
dug slyly into one of the bags ai
pulled forth a revolver. Under ore
nary circumstances she would ha*
been mortally afraid to touch it b
not so in this emergency. Bever
shoved the weapon into the pocket 1
ber gray traveling jacket
"I feel much better now, Aunt Fa
ny," she said, and Aunt Fanny gave
vast chuckle.
"Yaas, ma'am, indeed-yo' highness
she agreed suavely.
The coach rolled along for half a
hour and then stopped with a sudde
jolt An instant later the tall driv<
appeared at the -window, his head U]
covered. A man hard by held a la]
tem.
"Qua vandos ar deltanet yos serent
said the leader, showing his whit
teeth in a triumphant smile. His e:
posed eye seemed to be glowing wit
pleasure and excitement
"What?" murmured Beverly hopeles:
ly. A puzzled expression came int
his face; then his smile deepened an
his eye took on a knowing gleam.
"Ah, I see," he said gayly, "you
highness prefers not to speak the lai
guage of Graustark./ Is it necessar,
for me to repeat in ?nglish?"
"I really wish you would," said Be\
erly, catching her breath. "Just to se
how it sounds, you know."
"Your every wish shall be gratifier
I beg TO inform you thai we hav
reached the Inn of the Hawk and Ra
veii. This is where we dwelt last ::i;:Ui
Tomorrow we, too, abandon the place
so our fortunes may run together fo
some hours at least There is but lit
tie to offer you in the way of nourish
ment, and there is none of th? com
forts of a palace. Yet princesses cai
no more be choosers than beggar;
when the fare's in one pot Come
your highness, let me conduct you t(
the guest chamber of the Inn of thi
Hawk and Raven."
Beverly took his hand and stepped tc
the ground, looking about in wondei
and perplexity.
"I see no inn," she murmured appre?
hensively.
"Loc)k aloft, your highness. That
great black canopy is the roof; we are
standing upon the floor, and the dark
shadows just beyond the circle of light
are the walls of the Hawk and Raven.
This is the largest tavern in all Grau?
?tark. Its dimensions are as wide an
me world itself."
"You mean that there is no inn at
all?" the girl cried in dismay.
"Alas, I must confess. it. And yet
there is shelter here. Come with me.
Let your servant follow." He took her
by the hand and led her away from
the coach, a ragged lantern bearer
preceding. Beverly's little right hand
was rigidly clutching the revolver in
her pocket. It was a capacious pocket,
and the muzzle of the weapon bored
defiantly into a timid powder rag that
lay on the bottom. The little leather
purse from which it escaped had it3
silver lips opened as if in a broad grin
of derision, reveling in the plight of
the chamois. The guide's hand was at
once firm and gentie, his stride bold,
yet easy. His rakish hat, with its ag?
gressive red feather, towered a full
head above Beverfy's Parisian violets.
"Have you no home at all-no house
in which to sleep?" Beverly asked.
"I live in a castle of air," said he,
waving his hand gracefully. "I sleep
in the house of my fathers."
"You poor fellow," cried Beverly
pityingly. Ile laughed and absently
patted the hilt of his sword.
She heard the men behind them turn?
ing the coach into the glen through
which they walked carefully. Her feet
fell upon a soft grassy sward, and the
clatter of stones was now no longer
heard. They were among the shad?
owy trees, a aunt trunks of enormous
size looming up In the light of the lan?
terns. Uni .lusciously her thoughts
went over to the forest of Arden and
the woodland home cf Rosalind, as she
had imagined it tu be. Soon there
came to her ears the swish of waters,
as of some turbulent river hurrying
by. Instinctively she drew back, and
her eyes were set with alarm upon the
black wall of night ahead. Votive had
spoken more than once of this wilder?
ness. Many an unlucky traveler had
been lost forever lu its fastnesses.
"It is tlx' river, your highness. There
is no danger. I will nut lead you into
51." he said, a trifle roughly. "We are
low m the valley, and there are
marshes yonder when the river is in
its natural bed. The floods have cover?
ed +i,a low- vmnnds. and there is a tor?
rent ^ohuag duwil from the hills. Here j
we arc, y orr highness. This is tue inn 1
oTIlt?T?awk and "Raven*
He bowed and pointed with his
to the smoldering fire a short dist
ahead. They had turned a bend ir
overhanging cliff and were very <
to the retreat before she saw the g
The fire was in the open air an<
rectly in front of a deep cleft in
rocky background. Judging by
sound the river could not be more
200 feet away. Men came up
lanterns and others piled brush \
the fire. In a very short time the
was weirdly illuminated by the d
ing flames. ' From her seat on the 1
log Beverly was thus enabled to sui
a portion of her surroundings,
overhanging ledge of rock forme
wide, deep canopy, underneath w
was perfect shelter. The floor see
to be rich, grassless loam, and here
there were pallets of long grass,
dently the couches of these home
men. All about w?re huge trees,
in the direction of the river the g
grew higher and then gave plac<
reeds. The foliage above was so d<
that the moon and stars were invis:
There was a deathly stillness in the
The very loneliness was so appal
that Beverly's poor little heart wa
a quiver of dread. Aunt Fanny, 1
sat near by, had not spoken since 1<
ing the coach, but her eyes were
pressively active. .
The tall leader stood near the
conversing with half a dozen of his
lowers. Miss Calhoun's eyes fin
rested upon this central figure in
strange picture. He was attired i
dark gray uniform that reminded
oddly of the dragoon choruses in
comic operas at home. The garme:
while torn and soiled, were well fittl
His shoulders were broad and squ?
his hips narrow, his legs long ?
straight. There was an air of im
dent grace about him that went T
with his life and profession.
"Surely here was a careless free la
upon, whom life weighed lightly, wi
death "stood afar off" and despair
The light of tlie fire brought his glei
ing face into bold relief, for his i
was off. Black and thick was his h;
rumpled and apparently uncared 1
The face was leam* smooth and stro
with a devil-may-care curve ?t the c
ners of the mouth. Beverly found h
self lamenting the fact that such an
teresting face should be marred by
ugly black patch, covering she kn.
not what manner of detect. As for 1
rest of them, they were a grim co
pany. Some were young and beardie
others were old and grizzly, but
were active, alert and strong. T
leader appeared to be the only one
the party who could speak and und?
stand the English language. As Bi
erly sat and watched his virile, moe
lng face and studied his graceful m?^
ments she found herself wonder!
how an ignorant, homeless wander
in the hills could be so poetic and
cultured as this fellow seemed to be.
Three or four men, who were unm
takably of a lower order than tb?
companions, set about preparing a sn
per. Others unhitched the tired hors
and led them off toward the river. Tv
dashing young fellows carried the se
cushions under the rocky canopy ar
constructed an elaborate couch for ti
"princess." The chief, with his <yn
hands, soon began the construction <
a small chamber in this particular co
ner of the cave near the opening. Tl
walls of the chamber were formed <
carriage robes and blankets, cloaks au
oak branches.
"The guest chamber, your highness,
he said, approaching her with a smll
at the conclusion of his work.
"It has been most interesting t
watch you," she said, rising.
"And it has been a delight to inter
est you," he responded. "You will fin
seclusion there, and you need see non
of us until it pleases you."
S^e looked him fairly in the eye for ?
moment and then impulsively extends
her hand. He clasped it warmly, bu
not without some show of surprise.
"I am trusting you implicitly," sh
said.
"The knave is. glorified," was hi;
simple rejoinder. He conducted he
to the improvised bedchamber, Aun
Fanny following with loyal but un
certain tread. "I regret, your high
ness, that the conveniences are so few
We have no landlady except Mothei
Earth, no waiters, no porters, no maids
in the Inn of the Hawk and Raven
This being a men's hotel, the baths uri
on the river front. I am having water
brought to your apartments, however,
but it is with deepest shame and sor?
row that I confess we have no towels."
She laughed so heartily that his face
brightened perceptibly, while the faces
of his men turned in their direction as
though by concert.
"It is a typical mountain resort,
then," she said. "I" think I can man?
age very well if you will fetch my
bags to my room, sir."
"By the way, will you have dinner
served in your room?" very good hu
moredly.
"If you don't mind, I'd like to eat in
the public dining room," said she. A
few minutes later Beverly was sitting
upon one of her small trunks, and Aunt
Fanny was laboriously brushing ber
dark hair.
"It's very jolly being a princess,"
murmured Miss Calhoun. She nad
bathed her face in o::c* of the leather
buckets from Hie coach, and. the dust
of the road laid been brushed away by
the vigorous lady in waiting.
"Yaas, ma'am, Miss-yo' highness,
hit's monstrous line lo' yo', but whar
ls Ah goin' to sleep? Out yondah vif
all dose scalawags?" said Aunt Fanny
rebelliously.
"You shall have a bed in here, Aunt
Fanny," said Beverly.
"Dey's de queeres' lot o' tramps Ah
eveh did see, an' Ah wouldu' trust 'em
as fer as Ali could heave a brick
hcuse."
"But the leader is such a very courte?
ous gentleman." remonstrated Beverly.
"Yaas, ma'am; ho mussa came fm
Gawgia or Kaintuck," was Aunt Fan?
ny's sincere romplimen1
The pseudo ;-riuceti; dined with tie J
vagabonds ThtaT mgric. SSe "saigon the
log beside the tall leader and ate
heartily of the broth and broiled goat
meat, the grrpes and the nuts, and
drank of the spring water, which took
the place of wine and coffee and cor?
dial. It was a strange supper amid
strange environments, but she enjoyed
it as she had never before enjoyed a
meal. The air was full of romance
and danger, and her imagination was
enthralled. Everything was so new
and unreal that she scarcely could be?
lieve herself awake. The world seem?
ed to have gone back to the days of
Robin Hood and his merry men.
"You fare well at the Inn of the
Hawk and Raven/' she said to him,
her voice tremulous with excitement.
He looked mournfully at her for a
moment and then smiled naively.
"It is the first wholesome meal we
have had in two days," he replied.
"You don't mean it!"
"Yes. We were lucky with the guns
today. Fate was kind to us-and to
you, for we are better prepared to en?
tertain royalty today than at any time
since I have been in the hills of Grau
stark."
"Then you have not always lived in
Graust irk?"
"Alas., no, your highness. I have
lived elsewhere."
"But you were born in the princi?
pality?'
"I am a subject of its princess in
heart from this day forth, but not by
birth or condition. I am a native of
the vast domain known to a few of
as as Circumstance," and he smiled
rather recklessly.
-"You are a poet a delicious poet,"
cried Beverly, forgetting herself in her
enthusiasm.
"Perhaps that is why I am hungry
and unshorn. It had not occurred to
me in that light When you are ready
to retire, your highness," he said,
abruptly rising, "we shall be pleased
to consider the Inn of the Hawk and
Raven closed for the night. Having
feasted well, we should sleep well.
We hare a hard day before us. With
your consent I shall place my couch
of grass near your door. I am the
porter. You have but to call if any?
thing is desired."
She was tired, but she would have
sat up all night rather than miss any
of the strange romance that had been
thrust upon her. But Sir Redfeather's
suggestion savored of a command, and
she reluctantly made her way to the
flapping blanket that marked the en?
trance to the bedchamber. He drew
the curtain aside, swung his hat low
and mattered a soft good night
"May your highness' dreams be pleas?
ant ones!" he said.
"Thank you," said she, and the cur?
tain dropped impertinently. "That was
very cool of him, I must say," she add?
ed as she looked at the wavering door.
When she went to sleep she never
knew. Sin was certain that her ere?
were rebellious for a long time and that
she wondered how her gray dress
would look after she had slept in it
all night. She heard low singing as if
in the distance, hut after awhile the
stillness became so intense that its
pressure almost suffocated her. The
rush of the river grew louder and loud?
er, and there was a swishing sound
that died in her ears almost as she won?
dered what it meant. Her last wak?
ing thoughts were of the "black patch"
poet Was he lying near the door?
She was awakened in the middle of
the night by the violent flapping of ber
chamber window; Startled, she sat
bolt upright and strained her eyes to
pierce the mysterious darkness. Aunt
Fanny, on her bed of grass, stirred
convulsively, but did not awake. The
blackness of the strange chamber was
broker, ever and anon by faint flashes
of light from without, and she lived
through long minutes of terror before
it dawned upon her that a thunder?
storm was brewing. The wind was
rising, and the night seemed agog with
excitement. Beverly crept from her
couch and felt her way to the fluttering
doorway. Drawing aside the blanket
she p<?ered forth into the night her
heart jumping with terror. Her high?
ness was very much afraid of thunder
r.nd lightning*
The "fire in the open had died down
until naught remained but a few glow?
ing embers. These were blown into
brilliancy by the wind, casting a steady
red light over the scene. There was
but one human figure in sight. Beside
the fire stood the tall wanderer. He
was hatless and coatless. and his arms
were folded across his chest. Seeming?
ly oblivious to the approach of the
storm he stood staring into the heap of j
ashes at his feet His face was toward
her, every feature plainly distinguish?
able in the faint glow from the fire. To
her amazement the black patch was
missing from his eye, and, what sur?
prised her almos- to the point of ex?
claiming aloud, there appeared to be
absolutely no reason for its presence
there at any time. There was no mark
or blemish upon or about the eye. It
was os clear and penetrating as its
fellow, darkly gleaming in the red glow
from below. Moreover, Beverly saw
that he was strikingly handsome-a
strong, manly face. The highly im?
aginative southern girl's mind reverted
to tlie first portraits of Napoleon she
had seen.
Suddenly he started, threw up his
head and. looking up to the sky, utter?
ed some strange wo; us. Thea ho strode
abruptly toward her doorway. ?>he
fell back breathless. Ile stopped just
outside, and she knew that he was
listening for sounds from within. Aft?
er many minutes she stealthily looked
forth again. Ile was standing near the
fire, his back toward her, looking off
Into the night.
[TO El O05TDT?KD.J
Tnfam?j?nr With the Beaut.
"Yes." reniai ked the professor, "I
rather pride n-.yself on the discovery of
another hypothesis."
"Indeed," replied Mrs. Cumrox, a lit?
tle doubtfully. "I had an idea they
v. ere quite extinct**-Washington Star. ;
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FIGHTING GOOD WORK.
Federation of Labor Trying to Pre?
vent Desirable Aliens From Being
Brought to the South.
Wushington. D. C., Nov. 13.-The
protest of the agents of the American
Frederation of Labor against the ad?
mission of the immigrants which
came on the Wittekind to Charleston
has gone so far that the bureau of
immigration has placed the matter
in the hands of the department of
justice. .
The solicitor will take up the case
and determine whether or not there
is evidence of violation of the alien
contract labor law sufficient to bring
prosecution.
It is alleged not only that the im?
migrants were brought over under
contract, but that Commissioner
Watson in soliciting immigrants at
all, violated the law.
If the courts so constitute it, it
will put an end to all soliciting of im?
migrants abroad even by representa?
tives of a State. Commissioner Wat?
son, it seems, had the approval of
Commission Sargent himself not only
in this instance, but in others, so that
Mr. Sargent himself in some respects
might be held as guilty as Mr. Wat?
son. *
The Federation of Labor has been
severely criticising Mr. Sargent for
geing to Charleston and admitting
the immigrants. "He put his foot in
it," they say by having anything to
do with it.
The Federation of Labor/is trying
to stop all immigration of laborers
into this countrv and its representa?
tives seem very determined in this
case.-The State.
How's This?
We offer One Hundred Dollars Re?
ward for any case of Catarrh that
cannot be cured by Hall's Catarrh
Cure. F. J. Cheney & Co., Toledo?
O.
We, the undersigned, have known
F. J. Cheney for the> last 15 years,
and believe him perfectly honorable
in ail business transactions and finan?
cially able co carry out any obliga,
tiens made by his firm.
Walding, Kinnan & Marvin,
Wholesale Druggists, Toledo, O..
Hall's Catarrh Cure is taken inter?
nally, acting directly upon the blood
a:.d mucous surfaces of the system.
Testimonials sent free. Price 75c. per
bottle. Sold by all druggists
Take Hail's Family Piiis or con?
stipation. 8 tO-lm
THE FISH TRUST.
Boston, '?lass., Nov. 15.--The fish
trust is the last to appear. It is said
that all the large concerns of Boston
and Gloucester will co-operate under
a corporate charter, the concern be?
ing capitalized at $5,000,000. The
company will establish a great drying
and curing factory for the western
trad
*Need vt good cathartic? A pill is
best. Say a pill like Dewitt's Little
Early Ricers. About the most reliable
on the m-trket. Sold by all druggists.
Mrs. J. Ellen Foster, cf Washing?
ton, by direction of the President, has
been detailed from the department of
justice to investigate the condition of
women and child workers throughout
the country. Legislation upon this
subject is- now pending before Con?
gress. Mrs. Foster has had years of
philanthropic work, and, therefore, is
peculiarly fitted for the mission she
has undertaken. .
A Year of Blood.
*The year 1903 will long be remem?
bered in the home of F. N. Tacket, of
Alliance, Ky., as a year of blood;
which flowed so copiously from Mr.
Tackers lungs that death seemed
very near. He writes: "Severe bleed?
ing from the lungs and a frightful
cough had brought me at death's
door, when I began taking Dr. King's
Xew Discovery for consumption, with
the astonishing result that after tak?
ing four bottles I was completely re?
stored and as time has proven perma?
nently cured." Guaranteed for sore
lungs, roughs and colds, at Sibert's
drug store. Price 50c. and $1. Trial
bottle free.
About the truest and cleverest
thing Hearst said during his cam?
paign was his remark that "the grand
masters of the plunderbund never do?
nate anything to a political party,
they invest."-Raleigh News and Ob?
server.
?The best treatment for indigestion
and trouble of the stomach is to rest
the stomach. It can be rested by
starvation or by the use of a good di
gestant which will digest the food
eaten, thus taking the work off the
stomach. At the propei tempera?
ture, a single teaspoonful of K^dol
will wholly digest 3,000 grains of
food. It relieves the present annoy?
ance, puts the stomach in shape to
satisfactorily perform its functions.
Good for indigetsion, sour stomach,
flatulenee, palpitation of the heart
and dyspepsia. Kodol is made in strict
conformity with the National Pure
F< J and Drus Lf > r ". bj all