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About Dakota County herald. (Dakota City, Neb.) 1891-1965 | View Entire Issue (Dec. 7, 1906)
I r rd ATTITUDE OF THE FARMERS. While not complaining and while freely and Kladly acknowledging their great prosperity, due In largo measure to the development of manufacture, transportation and trade, farm ers nevertheless believe that the margin be tween the price paid to them and the price paid by the consumers of their products Is altogether too great and that this margin has contributed much to aggregations of wealth that are dangerous; hence farmers would not try to In crease by large their profits by compelling the consumers of farm products to pay more, but rather by lessening the opportunity of an Increase by unfair means of the health of those already too rich. Farmers recognize that the value of their lands and the profits of their business are largely due to the mar kets created by manufacturer and the transportation pro Tided by railways. But the fanner distinguishes between the manufacture, transportation and sale of articles and the work of corporations und Individuals that put their attorneys and willing servants Into State Legislatures and the National Congress, In executive offices and even on the bench, not for the public, good, but to secuie advan tages that are unfair In themselves and lu their results dangerous to the musses.' Speaking largely, the remedy we would propose for economic Injustice would not be of Uie nature of special law or efforts In the way of arbi trary hindrances to honest trade or arbitrary seizure of the holdings of any class and n distribution to any In jured class, but rather we would depend on the awaken ing of such a national conscience and spirit as will com pel Just laws and secure to every class its full rights In pom. competition with nil. MEN AND WOMEN BOOMERANG TARGETS. By lilla Wheeler Wilcox, How Idly we use llic phrase, "Cast thy bread upon the waters ; fop thou shalt find It after many days." Hut no truer words ever were Inspired by the divine sources of all truth. Whether your bread Is sweet or sour, whole some or poisonous, it shall return to you "after many clays." Thought is a boomerang. It sometimes Is long in proving Itself to bo of this reacting nature; but the greater the delay the stronger will be Its for -e when the backward swing begins. Unless we find something eve ry day to be happy over, we never shall be uble to enjoy fully any blessing which may come to us. Contiumi discontent shapes the mlud for unhnpplness, and no a mount of good luck can twist it back Into harmonious proportions. The man who never has learned the tension of contentment and happiness In some degree In his hard days never will find It In his easy ones. When lie undertakes to enjoy travel, society or borne, be will find the only demon of unrest Is with him his relentless boomerang. There Is the disloyal thought, which many people, both men and women, suffer from. They blame fate Instead of their own minds for their bruises. The disloyal friend or the faithless lover, sets currents In action which In evitably must bring disaster iu time. I do not mean the k LITTLE LESSON M PATRIOTISM. I When In June, 177", General Bur goyne started from Canada with 80,000 Splendidly equipped soldiers nud the finest train of artil lery that had ever been seen in Amer ica, It was confi dently expected by the British minis try and the British army that he would experience no diffi culty lu subjugating the continental army. But General Phil- fhilip BciiUYLER. jp Schuyler bad been busy in felling the trees, obstruct ing the fords and breaking down the bridges In the country through which Burgoyne must come. By the time Bur goyne reached Fort Edward, he was compelled to forage for food. The New England militia cut him off from Can ada. At the. battle of Bennington the Americans under Stark bad defeated film. Now nothing was left to him but hard fighting. The genius of General Schuyler bad hemmed In the British. Just as victory for the Americans was in sight General Schuyler was super seded by General Gates. To Gates went . the credit of the splendid victory of Saratoga, Oct. 17, 1777. It might have been expected that General Schuyler, whose retirement had been due to a mistake, rather a blunder, on the part of the authorities in charge, should feel the personal chagrin so keenly that he would have no more to do with the cause for which he had fonght, but where his services were unappreciated. On the contrary, be devoted his best efforts to it and was finaly rewarded with the vindica tion and the honor he deserved. GOOD ONLY TO RUN RACES. Thoroughbred Horae Would De Vol veleaa If There Were No Betting. James Coylo got a party of sporting men and race horse owners to guessing a few nights ago. They were discuss lug the thoroughbred and Incidentally politic and betting. Mr. Coyle advanc ed some original views as to what gives the thoroughbred race horre Its value. He set them all guessing by the state ment that if betting on racetracks was suddenly prohibited the race horse would have no value whatever. Tou believe that betting bas not all to do with values of the race horse," bo aid. "Why. if the right to bet on a race was cat off that Is, If there was no betting allowed there are horses In all parts of the country, worth from $30,000 upward, that would not be worth 30 cents. You needn't look so surprised, us continued. "What do the people go to racetracks for? Is It to see the raoes? Tbey can't see any thing but a finish In moBt of them. What crowds the race course at big events? Do you believe It Is all love for the horses? More than half of those In attendance do not even see the finish. They are there to lay down bet "Now, If they cannot bet will they attend the races? And if they do not attend what will become of the race tracks? If there Is no racing what will be the value of your high-priced run ning horse? Ha cannot be uted for V ,- ETSf- If ME JoAn iff. Saft. friend who outgrows the other, the lover who finds it Impossible to continue loving. Those sad experiences sometimes occur with the most loyal! Hut I refer to those who repay trust with trickery, confidence with de ceit, yet who cry out against cruel destiny when the are forced to suffer from tho same qualities in others. WOMEN'S EXTRAVAGANCE OFTEN MEN'S FAULT. By Helen OldHeld. mony. When once tho Initial expenses of the wedding and house furnishing arc over, the cost of living ought to be, and usually Is, less for a time than It will be there after. Everything is new, and with ordinary care tbere should be no outlay in replacing or repairing for some lime to come. Whatever a man's income, be It lnrgetor small, bis wife has a moral right to a certain portion of it, upon which she can depend, and this should be given to her regu larly, without her being compelled to ask for It It Is a humiliating position for any oue to be left without a dol lar to pay an expressman; nay, worse, not to have the small amount due on a letter delivered at the doorl The average man dislikes exceedingly to be continually asked for small amounts of money, but he rarely appreciates how galling It is to his wife's pride, her self-respect, to be obliged to make such requests. Let every man be honest enough, and loving enough, to give his wife a fair Idea of bis financial position-, and trust her to conduct herself nccordlngly, nor leave her In Ignorance when serious trouble is threatening to ingulf her as well as him. SNOBBISHNESS juuet v. strauss. ed a little clique of their own the elect! I get disgusted with these smart people who can find only a few appreciative friends, who call the people around them "these people" and assume an air of bored superiority. I remember of hearing a little girl say once to a com rade In the "elect" business: "It Is Just we, us and com pany." Both of them tittered at this and looked (as only females can look) at another little girl who wasn't "In" we, us and company. riding, driving cr hauling n wagon. Well, if they can't race nor be used in any other way what possible value could they have? Cut off betting and see what your big-priced racing horse will bring." Cincinnati Enquirer. LONDON'S NEW LORD MAYOR. r-l? -.j,. .n 5Tv K, SIB WILLIAM TIIKIX)AB. Sir William P. Treloar, whose Inaug uration as Lord Mayor of London was marked by n pageant (symbolic of the seven centuries of the city's growth. Is much Interested In charity work. It is expected . that his administration will start some excellent movements to re lievo the condition of tho poor. King Edward sent his custohiury donation to the little cripples' Christmas fund, which Sir William founded, and ex pressed his pleasure at Its flourishing condition. CLEANING THE FUNNEL OF A FAST CRUISER. The picture shows an operation which goes on quite frequently on board ship, especially In the navr. where It Is con sidered the proper thing to keep the men employed as much as possible. As iidu as the eiDosed surfaces of a ves sel are covered properly with paint It is scraped on sua the process is re peated. Thus It Is that Uncle Sam's bill for white lead and linseed oil amounts to a very large sum every year. From the vlewiioiut of a seuslble person imitation Is the most disgust ing form of flattery. ' Two-thiids of the so-called society & mm m I "400' are cipucrs. Nothing can be more foolish than for a young couple to start married life with a grand splurge, spending the few hundreds or so In the bank in unnecessary extravagances which will do them no practical service when the money Is gone. Even where there Is a solid reserve fund available It is 111 advised to draw upon it heavily, or even to abstain from adding to It, If possible, at the outset of matri AND "THE ELECT." By Juliet V. Strauss. There Is no snob so unutterable, so disgusting and Intolerable as the In tellectual snob. If he were really bright he would know things and among them he would know what real "smartness" Is and that people who have It never go blathering around about "the elect." They Just be It and say nothing about It The Idea of calling those who have succeeded in getting rid of their ob ligations to their neighbors, and form- I TURTLES TURNED ON REFEREE, Ther Resented Man's Interfering; Is a Personal Quarrel. Milton J. Vreeland, a farmer living near Pine Brook, N. J., wns nearly drowned In the Passaic Elver the other day as the result of his acting as referee In a fight between two snap ping turtles, says the New York World. Vreeland, who was in a canoe, watched the bout for a minute or two and then decided that It was time for the combatants to break awny. He paddled up to them, reached over the side, caught them by the tails, one In each hand, and swung them Into the canoe one In tho bow, the other In the stern of the frail craft. But the turtles did not accept this decl s'on. They wanted to fight on, and being unable to get nt each other they attacked the self-appointed referee. The farmer had found It an easy matter to catch hold of the turtles tails when they were In tho water, but It was impossible now with the cance to keep on an even keel. He caught up the paddle and with this managed to beat off his assailants for a while. but at last the canoe capsized. As It did so one of the turtles dealt the farmer a blow In the1 back just below the belt. It clung to the place on the trousers where It had snapped and Vreelnnd found he could not swim. He says himself he would have gone to the bottom but for Shrank Jacobus, who turned a bend in the river In a canoe and toweu man and turtles ashore. Mr. Cleveland Scored Five, The late William C. Whitney wanted to do something out of the ordinary when he gave his first cabinet dinner as a member of President Cleveland's cabinet He scoured tho markets of Washington for delicacies. For fruit he decided he would have peuchea. It wns tho middle of February, and there were no peaches In Washington. He found a man ia New York who said ho could get some, and Whitney or dered a basket The dinner was a great success. In discussing it next day Judgo Lamar said: "Those eaebes wore fine, Mr. Whitney. Whore did yon get them?" "In New York," Mr. Whitney said. "A man there found thorn for me." Teaches In February ore certainly a great treat," continued Lamar. "If It Is a fair question, bow much did they cost?" "They cost forty-eight dollars a dozen," said Whitney. "And did President Cleveland eat any of them? He Is so fond of fruit." "Did he eat any of them?" exploded Whitney. "I thought he rather crowd ed the mourners. Ho ate. five!" Sat urday Evening Post Beorlna; on the I'rearber. The M Inlaid Tbere Is nothing can equal tho dullness of that razor you are using. The Barbeir Well, I guess you would see your mistake If you should try to shave yourself with one of your sor. mons. Philadelphia Record. Great Preaa of Baalneaa. Father Do you know, sir. that I act' ually saw you embrace my daughter? Suitor I beg your pardon, sir. The truth is. I was so frightfully busy at the time that I failed to notice you. 1 sincerely hope you will forgive me. Le Sourlre. There Is sometning wrong wlta small boy who keeps hbi face clsaa. TEACH ME THE TRUTH. Teach me thf truth. Lord, though It put to flight My cherished dreams and fondest fancy's play, (lire me to know the darkness from the light, The Sight from Day. Teach me tho truth. Lord, though my heart mny break, In casting out the falsehood for the true. Help me to take my shattered life and make Its actions new. Teach mo the troth, Lord, though my feet may fear The rocky path that open out to me. Rough It may be. but let the way be clear That leads to thee. ' Teach me the truth, Ixtrd, when false creeds decay. When man-made dogmas vanish with the night. Then, Lord, on the my darkened soul shall stay, Thon Living Light Mends Intelligencer. After Many Years. O I look nice, auntlcr The speaker was standing bcrere a full length mirror, her pretty head twisted to one side to survey mul titudinous flounce of white tulle over pale bine silk, constituting the elabor ate evening dress covering her slender, graceful figure. Clusters of blue flow era with snowy leaves ennght the dress at the puffed oversklrt, formed a bou quet de corsage, and were twisted In the profusion of golden curls. "You look very nice, my denr Miss Delia Merriman bad taken a long survey of the exquisite face be fore sho spoke, and was satisfied with tho appearance of her young and loyc ly protege. "Very nice," she repeated. "Ilortenie bas fitted you perfectly, and the dress is most becoming. Now, if yon will get my Jewel case you may wear my pearls." "Thanks!" cried Elsie, carefully lift ing the heavy casket and pntting it on a table beside Miss Merriman. "I am aorry you have such a cold! This will be a splendid party, I know. Ah, aun tie," she continued, opening a small box In the Jewel-case, "I never saw this!" - She held up, as she spoke, a slender chain, from which depended a gold tf inJJ------- - fe.af-'J m "TOD ARB UORB THAN WELCOME.1 locket upon whose surface gleamed one pearl of great beauty, pure and large. 'Oh, how lovely!" Elsie cried, clasp ing the chatn around her . slender throat "May I wear It?" Miss Merriman was moved, as the locket was held up before her. Some strong memory stirred her usnally pla cid features, for the soft brown eyes grew troubled, and her .lips quivered. "Would you rather I took It off?" Elsie asked gently. "No, dear, you may wear It Put la the solitaire pearl ear-rings. I hear the carriage. Do not keep Mrs. Jame son waiting." "I wish you were going," Elsie said, as Miss Merriman wrapped a warm opera cloak over the delicate drees. "I never feel half so happy at a party If you are at home." "Thank you, dear. Now run along." So Elsie, already forgetting the lock et and troubled face, kissed her so- called aunt warmly and flittml away. For Miss Delia Merriman, who had inherited thirty thousand pounds from a second cousin, greatly to her own amazement, waa not Elsie Carman's aunt Nineteen years before she had closed the eyes of the girl's dead moth er, lifted a week-old babe to her own bosom, and taken her home. Not to such luxuries as now surrounded her not to ball dresses, pearls nnd gayety but to a small room In a lodging bouse. Here for twelve long years she had de nied herself every luxury of life, many comforts, to provide food for tho child, to clothe her comfortably, and to send her to school. She was but a ghi her self, scarcely twenty In those days, earning her bread by making artificial flowers, and working curly nnd late to keep the room tidy, cook tho simple food nnd do the necessary sewing whsn she was not working nt her trade. But when wealth came suddenly and unexpectedly, flooding Elsie's life with sunshine, Miss Delia altered little from her former self. True, she had leisure time, could open her kind hands In charity where before she had only given her warm, tender sympathy ; but as she had been In poverty, quiet, gen tle, and even sad, so In prosperity the same calm gravity lvsted on lip and brow, the same deep sadness lurked In the soft brown orbs. Though but forty, her hair waa some what streaked with gray, and prema ture age was the fruit' of a toilful life ana sorrowful ucart xet sue . was lovely still, and goodness ever beamed from ber sad, pitying glance. After Elsie bad left ber she put aside the Juwel-case, and sat musing before the fire. She had made It one of her duties to ber adopted child to accom pany ber, after Introduction to society, to all scenes of gayety. Bnt a severe cold bad rendered exposure to the night air an Imprudence on this, the evening of Mrs. Walton's large party; and Elsie had Joined the family of a friend. Memory was very busy in Delta Mer rimun's heart as sho sat over the Are during Elsie's absence so busy, that he started as if from a dream when the carriage rolled to the door as the mantel clock chimed two. There were words of parting, then light steps on the stairs, and Elsie came In, not as usual, full of bright animation, but with nn earnestness of purpose quite unusual to her. "Did you have a pleasant evening. dear?" Miss Delia asked. "'es "o I don't know. Are you very tired V The last words were all of the dis connected answer the girl seemed able to give on necouut of her emotion. "No, dear! Why Elsie, love, what Is it" For she was looking troubled. "I have a message for you, auntie." "For me?" "From a stranger who wns nt Mrs. Walton's Mr. Carrlngton Ralph Car rington." Delia Merrlmnn rose to her feet she tried to speak, but the words woula not come. "Auntie." tho girl cried, terrified, "don't look so don't" "The message?" Miss Merriman whispered. "He told me to tell yon that the man who killed Harry Gannon was Charles Ralston, tho cashier of the Hope Bank, who had confessed his guilt He said, Tell Miss Merriman that to-morrow I will see her.' Auntie," Elsie contin ued, with urgent eutreaty, "what does It mean? was not Harry Garman nyr father?" "Yes, child. It means." Miss Merri man said solemnly, "that tho cross that Tor twenty years lias lain on my life has lifted to-night You shall know all, Elsie, at once. I will not send you to a sleepless bed, child, with your heart so troubled. But give me a lew mo ments to think of your tidings, and tell me how this message cume to be en trusted to you." "Mrs. Walton came to mo lato In the evening, nnd asked permission to Introduce Mr. Carrlngton. I noticed a stranger, who looked at mo very ear nestly." ."A tall, handsome man, with curl ing brown hair, and pleasant features, wearing a full beard of waving goldou brown?" "No, a tall, grave man, with stern features, smoothly shaven, with gray ish hair." "True! true! I had forgotten. Ho must be 45." "When he was introduced to me, he touched tho locket upon my neck. 'Par don me, he said, if I nm too curious; but your name nnd that trinket are connected with so much In my life that venture to ask you something con cerning them. Tho locket first Did not some oue give It to you a lady?" Ills looks were so eager, that 1 told him the locket was yours. Then hd led me on, little by little, until I told him my whole life. He said be bad been here two months seeking for you. He did not look for a wealthy woman, but one poor and solitary. Then I Inform ed him how poor we had been; and about your cousin, and how you had lavished every good thing on me. And then, auntie, ho whispered half to him self that 1 bad no claim on .you. What did he mean? Are you not my aunt?" "No, dear, there is no tie of blood between us. Your claim Is the claim of love; for you have been tho one comfort, the oun sunshine, of my lonely life. Twenty years ago, Elsie, Ralph Carrlngton gave me the locket you have upon your neck, a gift of betroth al, for we loved each other truly, nud were engaged to be married. I was a poor girl, making artificial flowers for bread an orphan, too. lie wns assist ant cashier of tho Hope Bank, where jour father was night watchman, and Charles Unlston was the head cashier. Ralston wns in love with me, and pur sued me with unwelcome attentions. 'One day, to rid hluiself of bis Ira- ;Krtuultlen, I told him I had promised to marry Ralph. Ho left mo lu a rage. Only oue week later tho bauk was en tered nt nlght.your father shot through the heart, and Ralph Carrlngton dis covered lu the vault trying to revive him. He was arrested and tried. He told n story no oue credited, that Charles I ta Ik ton had sent him from his house to the bauk for pupers, after keeping him busy there over tho, books all the evening. But Ralston sworo that he bad not been at home tint evening, and proved It; that the keys of the vault safe, found banging In tho key-bole, were etoleu from his desk, nud he had not sent bis clerk to tho bank. So Ralph wns convicted and sentenced. He escaped I Elsie. I had saved fifty pounds for my wedding gar - ments. I went to sec hlra In prison, and, knowing he was Innocent I gave blm the money to bribe the keeper of bis cell. The man took It and Ralph was tree. I have never known If he lived or died until to-night. "After be was gone, your mother was taken ill. Before her marrlago she had worked for the same establishment where I was employed, and I knew her well. The shock of ber husband's death was too severe for her, and rbe never rose from ber Led, though she lived three months. When she died, 1 promised you should bs my charge, and never know the shaflasr open yone life until you were a woman." Elsie was sobbing quietly, after lift ing to her lips the geutlo hand that, had given her all she bad ever expert eneod of life's blessings There was a long silence after Mia Mprrlman ceased sneaking, and the irrar dawn was creeping In at the win clows when, softly kissing ber, Aunt Delia told Elsie to go to rest But for herself there waa no rest Feverishly, with an agitation altogeth er unlike her usual quiet, she waited the coming of her lover who had fled from his unjust sentence twenty yearn before, but who was free now, and hla innocenco known. The day waa young, and Elsie was sleeping still, when he came. Delta was watting for him In the drawing-room. There was no affecta tion of youth In her sliver-gray silk, and the square of black lace upon her soft hair; but Instead of a brooch, there fell upon the knot of ribbon at her throat the pearl locket Ralph had given his betrothed. She stood up to greet the stern-faced man who ad vanced to meet ber, trying to find traces of her lover. Not until he smfled tenderly did she recognize him. Then, her own eyes dim with tears, she said softly: "You are more than welcome. I am rejoiced the cloud Is lifted front your life, Ralph!" And he, holding tho trembling hand fast In his strong ones, answered: "I have found you at last I began to fear you were dead, Delia. My little love, my darling!" v "Ralph," she said, the bright blush rising to her faded cheeks, "you for get wo are gray-haired, elderly peo ple!" "I forget everything but that you are here, that the bopo that has seemed a dream of madness for twenty years Is realized. I have been In California, Delia, all these years, amassing wealth, under another name, working for gold to drown thought I have led a busy life, but there has not been one hour when I have not pictured such happi ness as this. You are mine, Delia? You will not send me from you? You will bo my wife?" ' "If you wish It." she said softly, her own fnlthful heart thrilling under the sincerity of bis tone, "I have never ceased to love you or to pray for you, Ralph." Society speculated upon the brief courtship, for there wns a quiet wed ding within a month, but nobody know of tho painful past save Elsie, the cherished child still of Ralph Carrlng ton and hla wife. Waverloy. FRAUDS IN LETTER BOXES. I'oatnl Ofllrlala Seek in Protect the Public from Swindler. "The reason why iKMtuiastera In large cities exercise core lu the rent ing of letter boxes to patrous," said a postofllco official to a Star reporter, "Is because, unless the applicants are known or Identified to the postmas ters, they might rent boxes to persons engnged In fraudulent occupations. "The postoffiee department bas ac complished great reforms wlthlu re cent years toward the stamping out of fraudulent concerns who use the malls to reach their victims, but there Is one abuse which has not yet been reached, mainly for lack of suitable legislation, and that Is the private let ter box. "Postmasters are required to cause tho appllcunt for a box In the city post office to certify over his signature that the box shall not be used for the pro motion of any fraudulent purpose or In pursuance of an Illegal business. They also require him to furnish bis address, business In which he Is en gaged, if any, as boxes are often rent ed to persons not engnged In business nud to women whose correspondence Is large, and to give a reference. It has not been found that this rule Is oppressive or obnoxious to any person who does not desire to use the box for an Improper purpose, but It has been found that It shuts out a great nmuy persons who wished a box for illegiti mate purposes. "The private letter box should be abolished and the attention of congress ought to be called to Its abuse In largo cities. It ts often Impossible to locate persons engaged In conducting fraudu lent and unlawful correspondence through the malls. For a small sum these Individuals can rent a box In some store, usually a cigar or station ery store, through which to receive let ters addressed to them, instead of hav ing them addressed and delivered to thelc places of residence from the city poBtotUce." Washington Star. I. ant Kins; of an Ancient Line. The Sultan of Brunei Is 83 years of age at least so he told me. And while ho stoops as he walks, be makes the uppenrance rather of a temporary In valid than of an old man. He seemed pleased when I told hi in that he might pass far CO; and Indeed ho might for his face Is singularly free from wrin kles. His expression of benevolence suggests the late Leo XIII. bis smile Is engaging, albeit tinged with sad ness. ills house was ruling when the Ro man empire had hardly ceased to crum ble. His ancestors gave the law to a vast eastern empire wbon Europe was but a patchwork of barbarous chiefs, and when, after centuries, Spanish and Portuguese found their way to the Spice Islauds they laid propitiating gifts at the feet of the Borneo Sultan as vassals, humbly Iiegglng the right to live within his dominions. Bruuel Is still the metropolis of na- 1 tin Ilnrneo Indeed, the name tinman j g but tt corruption of Brunei yot few ; n)apg Bnow tlle existence of this empire, tinrner's Magazine. Authoritative. "The finest bit of scenery In your country, I understand." said the visitor from London, "Is on the P. D. Q. rail road." "Who. told you that?" demanded the New-Yorker. "No one; I gathered the Informa tion myself from a little guidebook I found In my hotel, don't y' know." Philadelphia Press Isn't It surprising that Jokers get so few whippings? Dear heart did we inwt 1 ; i And walk and talk togihrr ... t thiDk that It must have net a If so, I wonder where or when. Oft wben you blush or smile for in, When yonr ryes droop bf fore my gaie For one swift breath I soem to sea Some dim, sweet scene from ct,tn'r dayaW ' A fleam of gold on a stray trtn Of hsir on which the son has shons A loving touch, a soft care, Or In yonr voice some minor tone Brings back to me, like the sweet china Of silver bells on summer air, , The memory of a by-gone time , , Of life and loving otherwhere. f '.; I know that 1 have loved yon, dear, E'er since I first began to be, My heart had missed you many a year, J Wben, at the last you cntno to me, Aad then I knew that I had met The one I sought, and by yonr side I stay with . nothing to reirret Because my son! is satisfied. The Moonshiner. TTTTTTTTTTtTTI fV-p HE general opinion prevailing In II the village and mountains that TTknn Tv Irliurjwifl u?na a tuiftrlsiiia' moonshiner, and got his money from the proceeds of some carefully hidden' distillery, where his abundant crop of corn were converted Into Illicit Trhlxky, while universal, "bad no positive ground to go on, except that Dan was undoubt edly a rich man, and no one knew how he got his money. ' So rumor bad It that not only was Dan captain and ringleader of a band1 of moonshiners, but that in Ms early; days before he came to tho mountains: swinging along the high rond one dny.i whistling a marching tune, that be had served his term In the penitentiary asi well as the army, for breaking Into a bank or burglarizing some rich man's residence. The latter tale was started by Bill Jones, a shifty eyed, lanky fel low, owner of a prosperous country store In the village, whose rancor STRANG! JTTniLATlon IK BIS BTEKN FACTS., against Dan was due to a summary dls-, missal from Dan's farmhouse, when his visits to see Miriam, Dan's handsome young daughter, a Blip ef a glri of 15, . were resented by her father wltn fiery indignation. . ' Dalton Fen wick fell Into the pleas-, lng habit of loitering kway the morn- Ing hours with Mlrlabn on the welt shaded porch, while her elderly com panion, Mrs. Carter, looked after cul inary matters, ever dear to her heart;, or In the afternoons ef those bright summer days they would stroll through the forest, ait on a rock at the foot of Glen,' Birnle's falls aad discuss mat ters, ethical, social and ethers, to the Bound of tbe rush of the waters; or they would drive to some distant ham let lying In the heart sf a lonely valley, coming back at nightfall wben tbe last . glory of day bad fallen behind tbe un dulating ranges and faint mists veiled the peaks. Tbere must have boea seme very spe cial cause which absorbed aad occupied Dan Klrkwood those days. His horse would be saddled and brought to the door, and after a 'hasty breakfast ho would ride off, over the same trail through tbe woods, coming back late In the afternoon, Jaded, but with a strango jubilation In bis stern face, although he said nothing as to the cause of It or tbe reason for bis continued absences. That he rode far was evident from , tbe tired walk and drooptag neck of bis sorrel when be got back, nor did he visit his mill or farm, the young man in charge of both coming nightly to make bis report Miriam was surprised, then vaguely uneasy, but was too proudly devoted to her father to have any doubts concern lug blm or bis occupation, nor would she ask any questions, as he did not volunteer to explain. "We are going on a grand expedition to-morrow, dad. I wish you were not so busy and could go with us," Miriam said, placing a loving hand on her fath er's shoulder. "I wish I could, girlie. Where are you goiug? I suppose Daltoa will be along?" '"Oh, yes. We' Intend to picnic In Black Cave. Dear old Carter has got ten up a famous lunch basket We will drive there In tbe four-seated trap, and Joe will come along to look after tbe horses." Black Cave, half way up Black Mountain, is a 'singular and rather startling place to visit It runs back from the sharp declivity of a precipitous cliff, which is heavily timbered, and the entrance, small aui narrow, Is so hemmed in by shrubs and bushes It Is only discernible to thob who know It. while tbe towering grau Ite boulder Into which tbe cave runs' Is overgrown with a century-old forest growth of hemlock and pines. The drive back would have been glo rious only Miriam complained ef headache, and the horses being nettled some and the road rough. Daltoa's close attention waa required to avoid any mishap. It wai growing toward dusk, btrt Dan Klrkwood had not returned. Bill Joues slouched up tbe walk to the porch steps. "Not home yet? I thought not Well, I'm sorry to bring you bad news, but you've got to hear It sooner or U.Cbb s