f?K?KT?5S KOUK t 4 K'N
KING DONs
A STORY OF MILITARY LIFE IN INDIA.
BY MAVOR
K?t'K'i 'it'? Kn aJ. n J. !. 'I.
CHAPTER VIII.
"Ho Is hero to answer!"
As tho Prlnco spoke thotso fateful
words Lllllo turned and would have
llown to Don's side; but at sight of his
faco sho stopped short, paralyzed with
amazement or fear or anguish. Whluh
was It? Had she followed tho first Im
pulse to fly to him and beg hlra to deny
this vllo slander, what might Don's an
swer not have been? But ho saw her
hesitation and that spasm of conflict
ing emotions which swopt her face, and
ho strodo forward, llko a man who
knows his doom pronounced and boss
recklessly to meet It, realizing there Is
no escape
"I havo heard, and I will answer,"
camo his deep, rich tones.
Ho spoko no other words of greeting
to his untoward visitor. Ho looked
neither nt him nor his wlfo, but
straight before him, as If ho saw writ
ten there tho self-denunciation ho was
fated to speak.
"It Is truo that I was with Captain
Dcrwont at tho time of death; that in
a moment of paBslon I had pointed my
rovolvcr at his breast; but, as heavon
Is abovo us, I know It was not my
shot, but a robel bullet, which killed
hlm.
"An accomplice, perhaps?" suggested
tho Prince, with a sneer.
Lllllo had spoken no word. Sho
stood ns motionless as ono turned to
stono; and though he would not moot
hor eyes, Don felt them to bo fixed
upon him with in agony that was
hardor to bear than tho fiercest words
of accusation.
"Sir" Don wheeled round now upon
his adversary, and his voice grew
harder and stronger "what I Old I toll
you was dono In a moment of passlon-r-ii
moment I shall rcgrot to my last
hour. I do not know by what means
yon havo got your Information; but to
nccuso mo of taking his llfo In cold
blood I will not suffer and I defy you
to provo his death was by my hand I"
"I havo no doslro to provo It fur
ther," was tho contemptuous reply of
tho Prlnco, whoso calm complalsanco
now was ns lntonso as was Don's hot
passion. "I havo not tho shadow of a
doubt I could do so It I chose. My
faithful sepoy, who followed you when
you left Plndt tor tho camp, nhd shad
owed every stop you took whilst you
woro there, could testify to each word
of your last convorso with Captain
Dorwent. Ho could tell how you de
clarcd you would kill both myself and
Captain Dcrwont sooner than allow
this lady to bocoino my wlfo."
Ho bowed to tho motionless Lllllo.
"Ho could swear that, when Captain
Derwont repeated his refusal to your
own suit, you deliberately fired your
rovolver, and ho fell at your feet, cry
ing; 'For Lilllo's sake, Cordon, havo
M carol' All that I could provo. Can
you deny It?"
For ono Instant thero was tonso si
Unco, then Don's voice camo, stratnod
and hard:
"If your sopoy could provo all this,
why did ho not como into camp and
denounco mo boforo tho whole army?
And for what purpose was ho follow
ing mo from Plndl, may I ask?"
"You may." And tho Prince's smllo
was not a pleasant one to see. "You
must know, Captain Cordon, where ono
of our royal liousa loves, it Is not ens
tomary for nnothor man to lift his
eyes. My Jealousy of you was roused,
nnd my sopoy was sent to watch you
and warn Captain Dorwent of my dis
pleasure. As for your first question,
your movomontB woro a sccrot with
1dm alono until ho had my sanction
to dlvulgo them. Ho will novor receive
that sanction, for now, with this un
fortunato marriage, my Interest in tho
subject has waned. You mny rest ns
oured you are frco to pass as an lion
orablo soldier for the rest of your nnt
ural llfo."
The supremo sarcasm of tho Prlnco's
wordB was lost upon tho haggard man
who faced him.
"Since you aro so gonerons," said
Don, with eoino calm scorn In his voice
also, "I fall to sco tho objoct of such
refined cruelty In bringing about this
this painful and untimely scone."
His tones broke a little In splto of
lilmsolf, The Bight of LIHIo'b lmmov
ablo features was killing him.
"My object" and now Prlnco Cle
ment Sing laughed shortly nnd. moved
to tho doorway "my object was mcro
ly to bring homo your guilt to you,
and to humiliate yonder foolish cren
turo, who might havo been a princess,
nnd has mudo herself tho wlfo of a Col
on. I have tho honor to bid you both
adieu."
"Stayl" Don's voice shook wlth'tho
frenzy of his pasBlon, "I will allow no
man, not ovon Prlnco Clement Sing, to
call mo by that namo! Your sopoy
shall be mado to own It as a por
Jury I"
"Find him and provo that, by all
means, If you can," was tho sneering
answer; "for who will bellevo that tho
shot to which you havo confessed was
not, as ho says, tho shot which causod
Captain Derwent's doath? I repeat,
your Ignoble secret Is safe with me."
Tho Prince waited for no reply. For
a long moment thero was sllonce a
sllcnco full of tho bitterness of
death.
' !' ' '
ALLAN
J xjv l l i A i r A
Lllllo Btlll stood thorc motionless, It
seomed almost without breath or bo
Ing. Sho was not looking at Don any
longer now. Her blue eyes wero gaz
ing Into vacancy, with an expression
of horror in them, as if they gazed In
reality upon that ghastly Bceno tho
Prlnco had painted her husband's re
volver pointed nt her father's breast.
Tho allonco nnd the angulBh of it all
grew mora than Don could bear.
"Llille!" ho cried.
Sho mado no movement. It was as If
sho had become unconscious of- his
presence or oven llfo itself.
"Lllllo! For mercy's snkc, Lllllo,
look at me! Lllllo! Lllllo!"
Ho had gone to hor side now and
touched hor cold hand, and nt tho
touch sho swayed a llttlo and would
havo fallen scnscleas, but ho caught
hor In his arms and laid her on tho low
divan. Ho threw himself on his knees
beside hor, and looked nt her with his
breath coming In hard, quick gasps.
Despair and shame overwhelmed
him to suffocation, and paramount
through it all camo tho proud fear for
that solf which had hitherto ovor been
first with him all his llfo long tho bcU
for which ho had often sacrificed tho
happiness of others or wufl-nlgh for
feited honor, for which at last In n
moment of frenzy ho had even sold hU
soul.
Ho saw himself in thnt awful mo
ment for what ho was, and oven with
Captain Dorwcnt's dead body at his
feet ho had failed to see himself.
Scorned and shamed boforo men, It
brought near to him another tribunal,
higher nnd all-powerful, at whoso por
tals ho must needs stand at tho last
day, and ho bowed his head In tho
lit st real prayer that had over rent bis
bleeding heart.
"My Cod, my Jod, bo merciful!"
How would nhe for whom ho had
sinned look at him when those closed
eyes opened? Would sho not shrink
from his touch as from some unclean
thing? Would hor lovo not fall bo
foro this blow ho had c'oalt It, or was
It that lovo possessed of a dlvlno pity
which would not tarn oven from tho
hand that struck It? Ho took tho Ivory
fan which had dropped from her nerve
less fingers nnd watted It softly over
her palld face.
Her long, thick lashes quivered, tho
whlto oycllds opened ut last, and her
blue eyes wero looking Into his.
Ho covered hli faco with his hands
nnd bowed his bead on tho cushion be
side her, for ho could not daro to look
nt her now. Sho put out a trembling
luind and touched his thick brown
hair.
"Don," sho whispered faintly, "tell
mo It Is not truo!"
"I cannot!" Tho honrso reply
pierced her very soul. Her hand
dropped. Sho burst Into sudden and
passlonnto wocplng. With a strong
effort Don recovered his self-control,
and spoke with labored Intensity.
"It wns not my ulrot thnt killed him
as Cod is my Judge, I swear to you
It was not: but, in a fit of nnger, I
fired, nnd It might havo killed him.
Ho Insisted you woro to marry that
dark follow, and ho would not listen
to me, nnd I lost my head. Lllllo, Lll
llo! don't look llko that! Don't! I
cannot bear It!"
Sho had stayod her convulsive sobs,
nnd her bluo eyes woro regarding him
In a way that madu his proud lips
quiver.
"You did that, yet you came back to
mo and told me nothing of It, and you
mado mo marry you!" Tho words
broko from hor In low, haltlug son
tenecs, aa it they choked her to uttor
them.
"Lllllo, bo merciful! It wns my lovo
for you thnt mado mo reckless. What
good would It havo dono to toll you nf
our quarrol? For I never dreamt you
would como to know of It."
"Oh, why did you mnko mo marry
you?" sho walled. And now sho broke
down onco moro nnd wept bitterly.
"Lllllo!" ho crlod, bcsldo hlmsolt
with remorse and aufforlug, "you don't
believe me guilty of his death? Don't
tell mo you doubt mo!"
"I do not doubt you," aha spoko nt
Inst; "but you havo deceived mo, nnd
oh, Don, It han broken my henrt!"
Ho looked nt hor wildly, and seemed
to realize, with a now bcuso of deso
lation, that It was Indeed true. Ho
hnd Bhattorod ullko her faith In him
and her lovo.
"Oh!" he crlod out, "If you had lovod
mo nB I lovo you, you would under
stand and bo pitiful!"
"I do lovo you," she answered bro-
kouly "you es you should bo, ns God
meant you to be, not what you aro."
Don't!" lift cried ngaln. "Oh, If you
only know what a purgatory romorso
has mado my llfo ovor slnco that fatal
night, you would pity mo and for
givul"
"I do forgive you," sho suld, after a
silence that seemed nn otomlty to tho
man who hung upon her words; "but
llfo can novor bo tho snmo. again
nover, novor!"
Sho staggered to hor tcot nnd duns
back tho long strands of her flaxen
hair from her faco with a despairing
goaturo, With a wild rush of memory
It had dawned upon her tltul this was
her wedding day, nnd that in an hour's
tlmo sho wns expected to leave hor
maiden homo n bappy bride.
Her woddlni day! Was It indeed
only a few hov.rs slnco sho laid her
hand in Don's nnd vowed that him she
would lovo and cherish and oboy till
death thom did part?
Sho turned now and looked n't him,
with tho misery of that remembrance
writ largo upon her faco, and Don
winced beneath that look as it sho had
struck him a blow.
"Oh, that wo could undo this day!"
sho said.
Ho knew then the thing ho dreaded
had como upon him. Ho had lost her
love, and ho was yet to loso horself.
And a fierce despair fell upon him. Ho
strode towards her and took her in a
passlonnto embrace.
"No, I will not let you say It!" ho
cried hoarsely, "for I could not live
-without you, Lllllo!"
CHAPTER IX.
Bombay at last!
"Oh, tho terrible strain of thoso
nights and days slnco the gurrlson of
Rawal Plndl had bidden tho newly
married pair "Cod speed," and that
Journey had begun which should have
boon ono nll-too-swlftly-passlng stream
of happiness, and held nothing but the
long-drawn-out ngony of tortured
hours hours spent together In closest
companionship, yot in which they wero
kept npnrt by tho widest gulfs.
Don thought thero could well bo
nothing bitterer than that stago of tho
Journey which was over. Tho forced
Inaction on board tho trains, tho fierce
satisfaction of arranging ovory llttlo
detail for his wife's comfort, always
with tho knowledgo that that right to
do bo would all too soon ceaso to be
his; tho constnnt strain to keep up ap
pearances before servants nnd officials,
tho utter Inability to break down the
barrier of pain when they wero alone.
Sometimes ho told himself It had
been better to speak that last goodby
at Bombay and prolong tho ngony no
longer; but as a drowning man clings
to the ropo of succor, ho had not tho
courago to bo tho ono to cut tho cord
which bound them. Sho hnd consented
ho should tako her home, nnd ho would
go through with It to tho bitter end.
Ills thoughts never wont boyond that
end. After their fnrewoll had been
Bpoken, what mattered It wither he
went?
And now thoy wore on board tho big
steamer at lust, and tho May day was
dying In a golden hnzo over land and
sea. Tho pilot had long since gone
nshoro In tho tug steamer, and the
great Indian land of glory and death
was sinking fast astern Into tho vrorld
of wnters.
Lllllo stood on tho poop nnd looked
her last upon It with a bursting heart.
Sho had como hither a gay and happy
girl, sho was going henco a broken
hearted woman, a wifq In namo alone.
Don was below, conferring with tho
steward nnor.S their luggago and cab
ins. Sho was freo to let fall thoso oalt
tears sho hid from him with proud,
Spartnnltko fortitude. If sho suffered,
sho suffered In silence, and perhnps
Don nover guessed how deep that suf
fering was.. Ho camo up by and by,
and found her still standing by tho
taffrnll alone. Sho hnd checked her
tears and recovered her habitual calm;
but though she had drawn hor veil
down, through Its thin texture Don saw
how.palo and worn her lovely faco
looked.
"You aro tired," ho said, compasslon-
ntcly. "Shall you go below at onco?"
"I would rathor stay hero n while.
I am not In tho least slcopy."
(To bo continued.)
SURVIVAL OF THE UNFITTEST.
Iiutancei In Nature Where Gooi aim
War to Seeming Kvll.
A matter that has attracted tho at
tention of all outdoor students for
ages, nnd which Btlll remains unset
tled, Is the fact that, although tho
farmer wages n constnnt warfaro on
weeds In .order thnt his crops may
grow, tho food-bearing plnnts often
fnll to seed fiultlon, but tho weeds
nover. Tho moro noxious tho
plant tho moro ccrtnln It Is
to flourish, Bays a New England
writer. What Is truo of tho plant
world Is truo of bird nnd mnmmal llfo.
Tho English sparrows, which nearly
every ono hates, Increnso nt tho rato
of millions yearly, In splto of rigid
winters and bounty laws, whllo tho
birds which add tho beauty of color
and song to outdoor llfo nro tending to
ward extinction, Tho frost that lm
prisons tho grouse, by forming n crust
over tho snowbank whero ho has
sought shelter, at tho samo tlmo pro
tects tho field mouse pest from his
natural enemies. Tho snmo crust bears
up tho wolf, whllo It practically lm
prisons tho deer. Insect parasites kill
tho gamo birds, whllo tho owl acorns
to enjoy their companionship and
cares not how thickly thoy swarm
within tho cover of his plumage. Tho
crows fly ovor morning anil evening
from roosting to feeding place and re
turn In llockii as great as those of a
century ago. The ducks nnd geeso ro
turn from tho south spring after spring
with constantly thinning ranks. As
tho custom writer puts It, tho chancos
nro that a hundred years nonce, in tho
dearth of game, tho lending sportsmen
will bo wrangling over tho morlts
their skunk dogs nnd bragging
their bags of crows and sparrows.
of
Him lined Hmokclem l'owrtor.
Ho That's n peculiar ring you nr
weaving. Has It a history? Sho Yes,
it'B n war relic. Ho Indeed! Tell mo
about It, pray, Sho Oh, thoro isn't
much to toll. I won It In my first en
gagement. Chicago News.
THE COMEDY OF IT.
The Hennesseys and the Whlmpctts
wero at it ngain. It was tho revival of
nn ancient unpleasantness, and It hnd
Its beginnings In tho fact thnt when
Mick Hennessey, for reasons not nec
essary to mention, was lnld off at the
stockyards, Dill Whlmpett went In nnd
took his Job. Immediately upon this,
Nora Hennessey, as bad luck would
have it, fell ill with rheumatism, nnd,
whllo sho was In bed, llttlo Pat, who
was 10, got into bad company, nnd tak
ing tho bit in his teeth, ns young colts
will now nnd then, ho ran away. It
was thrco months beforo he turned up
again at home, and when ho did ho had
acquired a good deal of knowledge
which n boy of 10 can do nicely with
out. All of which tho Hennesseys laid
at the door of tho Whlmpctts. Indeed
and Indeed, when Mary Whlmpett
ventured over to tho HcnncsscyB with
a baking of warm bread thnt was
whllo Nora Hennessey wns in bed sho
got her trouble for her pains, and tho
bread flung back at her.
In the course of time both families
would have been well enough pleased
to havo fluttered a flag of truce, but n
perverso fato attended all efforts at
reconciliation. If tho grown folks wero
in a mood for amity, tho youngsters
gave each other bloody noses, nnd tho
respective mothers, fierce ns tigresses,
espoused tho pnrt of their young.
Moreover, Mick got a place on tho Hul
sted street lino ns grip driver, nnd the
first thing ho did wns to run over the
Whlmpctt's terrier. Tho terrier hnd
been moro petted by tho Whlmpetts
thnn any child they ever owned, and
tho death was celebrated with solem
nity.
Tho Whlmpetts had, moreover, somo
cause for envylngs. They wero better
off than they hnd ever been beforo In
their lives. They enjoyed tho dlstlnc
tlon of a front flat, a piano, a new set
of parlor furnlturo and somo flow
ercd dishes 126 pieces, Including
sclmltar-shaped dishes for tho rinds of
baked potatoes. With ouch conven
iences it is possible to live In nn cle
gant manner. Jack Whlmpett had,
moreover, gono to Cuba at tho call of
his country, nnd though ho was now
engaged in rolling barrels of sugar and
flour from tho trucks of n wholesale
grocery house he mado bold to wear his
blue Jacket and buff lcgglns and tho
slouch hat that suggested San Juan
and other heroic episodes. But with
tho Hennesseys It was different. They
bad seen much better days, and it was
not easy for them to forget it. When
methods wero simpler, Mick Hennes
sey had been n contractor and had
mado money. But figuring got too
close, finally, and Mick made blunders,
lest his property and his reputntlon,
and had the pain of seeing his family
move out of their Imposing threo-story
brick into an apartment beside tho
Whimpetto. However, they still lived
In tho shadow of prosperity, for Mrs,
Hennessey's sister, Kate Cragln of
Boston, had tho goodness to keep Rose
marie Hennessey at tne convent, a
fact which the HcnnessoyB flouted now
and then before tho Whlmpetts, who
Ecnt their brood to tho public school
and had expectations of nothing hot
er.
"Keep you clear of that Roscmarle
Hennessey!" warned Mrs. Whlmpett,
speaking to her son tho day before tho
girl's expected return.
"Hch!" sniffed Jack. "I've no need
to go to tho Hennesseys, I hope, to find
n girl to my liking."
"Say, there's others, ain't there,
Jack?'' piped Dick, who knew things
tho rest of tho family did not. Ho had
seen Jack taking girls into lco cream
saloons, big as life. Jack was a hand
some fellow. His broad shoulders and
sturdy legs, his big round head with
Its clustering black curls, his bravo
eyes and slmplo manner, wero calcu
latcd to do execution, though, to be
Just, ho was not vain.
Tho Whlmpetts heard great goings
on tho night of Roscmarlo Hennessey's
return. Thero wero lights in all the
windows, and the sound of fiddling,
nnd nn ice-cream freezor from tho
caterer's standing out in tho hall. The
young Hennesseys paid full tribute to
tho glory of tho occasion by running
out In tho corridor, In their Sunday
best, and sticking out their tongues at
tho young Whlmpetts.
Jack Whlmpett sat in his own house
and endeavored to read the book ho
had brought home from tho public It
brary. It was a good book, but ho
could not really understand It because
of tho fiddling next door, which got
Into his blood nnd mado his heart
dance, though he forced his feet to
keep perfectly still. Ho had no mind
to let tho feet of n Whlmpett make
merry to tho music of a Hennessey,
Besides, as mentioned beforo, tho Hon-
nesseys and the Whlmpetts had been
at It again.
It was a close summer night, nnd ho
determined nt length, tho younger
children being In bed, his mother nod
ding over her paper, und his father not
yot home ho was on a night shift at
tho yards to go out for a llttlo air,
Ho had to pass the HcnncsscyB' door
to reach the stairs, and ho meant not
to acknowledge tho merry-making by
even u turn of the head. But thoro
was such a glnra of light, such a babel
of voices, such a whlshlng of starched
skirts, that, because ho was not yot
ono and twenty, he looked out of tho
corner of his oyc and was lost.
For till Is whnt he flaw: A tall,
slender, smiling girl with raven black
hair bruldcd about her head In tho
most engaging fashion, a pair of bluest
eyes, full of modesty ami merriment, u
rounded throat, n pink and whlto skin,
n fluttering whlto gown and somo pink
roses. It wns altogether the prettiest
thing Jack had over seen off tho stago,
and ho stopped as It an enchantment
had bcon cast over him, and from tho
Bnfo gloom of tho hall stared upon this
Lpparltlon. Somo ono spoko to tho
lrl, but sho did not turn her head.
Sho still looked in Jicks direction.
Tho truth was, that half In shadow and
half in whlto light, sho saw n young
soldier, handsomer than any man sho
had over beheld, looking at her from
his loneliness, with eyes of apprecia
tion nnd reverence. This mado the
hnll much more Interesting thnn tho
parlor, and she, too, moved by nn In
clination for fresh air, left tho room
where her friends were nnd stepped
into the hall.
No ono noticed her depnrture, nnd
sho slipped nwny from tho door, then,
feigning to refresh herself in tho draft
that camo up tho stairway, sho covert
ly observed tho soldier. Ho drew back
further in tho shadow, then, after a
pause, ho camo nearer to her. Sho
looked at him frankly then, challeng
ing him to speak.
Tho sound of tho music Is gay,
said he, accepting tho challenge. But
his volco was qulto Bad. Ho had, In
truth, never been to such a grand party
as tho ono with which tho Hennesseys
celebrated the homecoming of their
daughter.
Tho girl whirled about lightly on
her slippered feet.
"I can't keep still when I hear music
llko that!" Bho cried. "I could danco
nil night."
"I couldn't sit still nny longer in
my room," Jack confessed. "And I
thought It would bo silly to got up and
danco all by myself, so I concluded to
go out for a wnlk."
Tho music took a new turn, a caress
ing measure. Tho two young peoplo
stood near each other in tho dusky
hall and listened, ho In his soldier
clothes, sho in her perfumed white
frock. Tho scent of tho roses sho wore
stolo to their nostrils. Tho long hall
invited them. Jack flung his hat on
tho floor.
"Como!" said he.
Tho girl blushed, hesitated, harked
to tho rhythm of tho waltz, and then
laid her whlto hand on Jack's arm.
They went waltzing in and out amid
the shadows of the corridor. At the
far end the music stopped. Tho girl
sprang from Jack's arms, looked at
him abashed. Just then Mrs. Dennis,
who lived upstairs, camo along.
"Mrs. Dennis," whispered Jack, "who
is that girl in the whlto dress that just
went In tho Hennesseys' door?"
That?" said Mrs. Dennis. "Did sho
havo bluo eyes and black hair? Why,
that's Rosemarlo Hennessey, to bo
sure, Jack Whlmpett, and not for you."
Jack tossed his head and became
audacious.
"O, I don't know," ho said.
It would bo impossible to describe
tho amazement of the Hennesseys and
tho Whlmpctts tho next day when
they saw Jack and Rosemarlo boldly
standing together In the hall talking.
"It's a warm Sunday," said Jack.
"Wouldn't you llko a tusto of lco
cream, Miss Hennessey?"
'I would that, thank you, sir. But
my mother may object."
"ABk her." said Jack, and ho felt
braver than ho ever did in Cuba. Rose
marlo came back and shook her head.
"Mother says no," said she.
"I'll call again tomorrow," he re
sponded, and he did. But there was
still a refusal, and at homo ho wns
bullyragged unmercifully. In fact, the
wrath which tho Whlmpetts and Hen
nesseys had hitherto poured upon ono
another they now turned upon their
outrageous offspring. But that did not
keep roses from being thrown over the
transom at RoBcmario'B feet, nor little
paper boxes of Ice cream from finding
their wny to her hand, nnd ultimately
to her mouth. And to cap it all, ono
night when Mick Hennessey was home,
in walked Jack, with a daisy In his
buttonhole, and stood up fatrnlght as a
dragoon beforo tho frowning old man.
"Good evening, Mr. Hennessey,"
enld he.
Mick Hennessey took his plpo out ot
his mouth and gavo a surly "Good
evenln'."
"I'd llko to cnll on Miss Hennessey,
If you please, sir."
"Well, you can't, bad cost to yeh,'
responded Henncssoy, nnd turned his
bark.
"I've got n new place, air, and n rnlso
in salary, nnd a promise of-Bomethlng
better."
"It'B less than nolhln' to me. Avo
seen moro money thnn yo'll havo tho
countln' nv If yeh live to bo a hunerd."
"Very likely, Blr. But why may 1
not call on Miss Hennessey?" Ho
sm';ed pleasantly, nnd somehow got
oli Hennessey's eye, and becauso his
ejts wero merry and tho turn of his
cnlt was good, something got hold of
old Hennessey's better self and ho
broko into a smile so comprehensive
that It fairly swallowed hlB face.
"Git along wld ye, ye apalpcon!
Como sec tho girl, If her mother's will
In'. Yeh como of a good llghtln' fnm
lly, I'll say that for ye."
And tho next morning a girl In n
fresh gingham gown, with n rose In
her black hnlr, called on Mrs. Whim
pett.
"Hero's a little drawn work 1 did at
tho convent, ma'am," said she, mod
est and as soft as could be. "And 1
thought raaybo you'd havo tho good
ness to accont tho samo from me." Sho
looked up under her long lashes dep
recntlngly. MrB. Whlmpott drew hack
and trembled a little. Then she caught
tho girl In her nrms and kissed her.
"Como Inl" Bho said. "Sit dowii.
You're Just tho ono to help mo plan a
picnic. 1 was thlnkln' of nskln' your
pa nnd ma!"
And so the feud of tho Hennesseya
nnd Whlmpetts died. Thero nro othor
chapters to tho story, but It Is not nec
essary to writo them. They can bo
taken for granted. Chicago Trlbuno.
HONESTY IN ALASKA.
A Different Code of lithlci I'reTalU
There Than In the Btatei.
"Quito a dlfforcnt cod of ethics ob
tain at Capo Nome," bo-M a young at
torney, who hung out hla shlnglo In
thnt metropolis last, summer, "from
that which governs this pnrt of the
country. Wo enn't look up men's rec
ords, wo enn't test n man's honesty bo
foro trusting him. Much has to bo
taken for granted, and we rely a great
deal on what la written In tho face.
I was sitting in tho leading grog shop
in Nome ono afternoon, busily making
out tho deeds for tho transfer of the
property on which tho 3.iloon was situ
ated, when I felt something hit tho
wnll Just abovo my head, nnd a bng of
gold dust fell Into my lap. "Tako kecr
o' thet fer mo, youngster," called out
a drunken miner, who reeled out of tho"
crowd about tho bar, In a voice as un
steady as hla legs. "Tako keer o' thet
till I call fer it." Thoro was at least
$2,500 in the bag, but tho man was too
drunk to nrguo with, so I put the stuff
In my pocket nnd went on with my
work. Later I labeled It, put It In the
safe In my office, and nover thought ot
It again for several weeks. Ono day
n poor, desolate creature came stumb
ling Into my room. Ills faco was tho
picture of despair, ho was ragged and
dirty, and hla hat had a great hole In
it which emphasized his mlserablo ap
pearance. 'Ain't yer got something thet
belongs ter mo?' ho queried. 'What
do you mean?' said I, recognizing him
at onco aa the poor, reeling creature
who had slung tho gold nt mo in tho
saloon. 'Wnl,' ho explained, 'some
time ago I went up tho beach and pan
ned out nigh nbout $3,000 wurth of
dust. 'Twa3 moro money than I over
hnd In my llfo beforo, an' I mado up
my mind I'd go homo ter my folks In
southern California, and have a plea
sant winter. But when I camo ter tho
city I got Inter bad company. Wo
drunk and drunk. I remember gottln'
rid of 500 worth of tho stuff, and then
I don't remember no more, save a sort
of a glimmer of your face, an thought
yor might know something of my
dust.' While ho was tolling his story
I had taken the gold out of the sate,
and suddenly tossed it into his lap. I
think I never saw a mora delighted
man, and no ono can persunde him
that ho is not a reader ot character."
Weight ot Precedent.
There is a story reported as hiving
been told by Col. Fred N. Dow of Port,
land, Maine, which shows well how
cuatomary usage "broadens down from
precedent to precedent." And no les3
plainly does it show tho weight ot tho
exceptional precedent. Colonel Dow
onco visited friends at Quebec, nnd
while seeing the sights of the city nnd
Its surroundings, he took a public car
riage to visit tho Falls of Montmor
ency. At a half-way houso on the
road tho driver pulled up his horses
and remarked, "Tho carrlago always
stops here." "For what purpose?"
asked tho colonel. "For the passen
gers to treat," was the reply. "But
none of us drink and we do not intend
to treat." Tho driver had dismounted,
and wns waiting by tho roadside.
Drawing himself up to his full height
he said, Impressively, "I have driven
this carrlago now moro than thirty
years, and this has happened but onsa
before. Some tlmo ago I had for a
fare n crank from Portland, Maine, by
the name of Ncal Dow, who said ae
wouldn't drink; and what was moro to
the point, ho said ho wouldn't pay for
anybody else to drink." The son found
himself occupying tho same ground ns
thnt on which his father had stood.
HI Sarcasm.
"Bruddern nnd slstnhs," sternly said
good old parson Woollmon, after tho
collection had been taken up on n re
cent Sabbath morning, "beforo the hat
waa dono parsed I expounded tho re
quest dnt the congregation contribute
nccawdln' to delr menna, and I Bho ex
pectorated dat yo' all would chip In
mngnnnlmoualy. But now, upon cx
nmlnln' do collection, I finds dat do
concocted amount contributed by do
whole entire posso ob yo' am only
do significant nnd pusillanimous sum
of sixty-free cents. And at dls Junc
tion dnr ain't no 'cnslon for yo' nil to
look nt Brudder Slewfoot, what done
circumambulated do hat around, In no
such nusplclous manner; for, In do fust
place, Brudder Slowfoot ain't dat kind
ob a man, and, in the second place, I
done watched him llko n hawk nil do
tlmo muhself. No; sixty-free cents was
all dat wns flung in; nnd I dess wants
to say dat, in my humble opinion, In
stead ob contribntln' accawdlng to yo'
means, yo' nil contributed nccawdln'
to yo' meanness. Do choir will now
favor us wld delr rcg'Jar melodlons-
ness. Harper s Bnznr.
llnlllng un Umbrella.
Tho proper way to roll an umbrella
la to tako hold of tho ends of tho ribs
and tho stick with tho namo hand, and
hold them tightly enough to prevent
their being twisted whllo the covering
la being twirled around with the other
hand.
Uuatut Little r.oplc.
The natives ot tho Andaman Islands,
tho smallest peoplo in tho world, av
erage thrco feet elovon Inches In
holght and lsss than ac vpnty pounds
In lVlsht.
