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Copyright, 1S37, by V. Tennyson Necly
CHAPTER I.
Perhaps a Fool's Errand.
''Stop wo drop off here," sings out
Jack Travers, as ho thrusts his head
trom a carriage that has Just passed
the magnificent Scott monument
facing Princes street In the beautiful
city of Edinburgh.
The Caledonian Jehu draws up to
tho curb, and his two passengers
alight. Jack seems to be a young
man; there is nothing at nil extraor
dinary about his appearance as seen
on this moonlit night, only that his
quick actions would mark him as a
fellow of considerable energy.
His companion, in tho contrary,
promises to attract an abundance of
attention In tho streets of Edinburgh,
being a Chinaman, who still wears his
queue, and Insists on dressing, to
somo extent, nt least, In his national
garb.
"Well," says Jack, when the vehicle
rolls away from the spot, "hero we
are, Ah Sin, safely landed In Princes
street.. You see, we have loads of
time; twelve was tho hour appointed
'that witching hour when church
yards yawn and graves give up their
dead.' Let us then saunter along
Princes street in the direction of Cal
ton Hill; and when we come to tho
north bridge over the rnllroad, wo
cross to High street, from which we
can easily reach our destination, tho
historic Canongatc."
If Ah Sin hears ho makes no reply,
being accustomed to Mich soliloquies
on the part of tho remarkable gentle
man with whose strange fortunes ho
has for soveral years been united.
In adversity as well as prosperity
this simple follower of Confucius had
proven as faithful as the needle to the
Pole. He knows more of Jack's life
than any other person on earth, but
secrets remain Inviolate In his heath
en breast.
-Ho walks beside Jack, a trifle to tho
rear, as though he would not presume.
Ah Sin knows his placo, and in his
eyes this tall young man is a god
whom he worships In secret.
Sauntering slowly on, Jack casts an
occasional glance aloft, and presently
finds that they aro exactly under tho
great clock suspended in air far up tho
face of tho Old Tolbooth.
"Wo go no further, Ah Sin. This
is tho camping ground where wo nre
to cool our heels waiting on tho pleas
ure of well, someone. If we fall to
night, then to-morrow at the same
hour aify night this week will do.
I've passed through something of wild
life as a cowboy and ranch owner, and
finally a miner; but the last state
that has fallen to my share is perhaps
the most lingular of all. Don't fancy
It can't believe I have any right to
accept; that's why I am here search
ing for her. Find her yet, if I have
to turn old Edinburgh upside down,
or follow that rascal over the sea to
Havana, whence ho came. Will I
find what I seek? That's an open
question; but sinco this photograph
fell into my hands I must confess to
an Interest In the hunt second to none
In my whole life. Jove! I haveu't
The face Is that of a young glrh
looked at the divine creature for over
an hour."
From a pocket ho takes out a note
Jook, and unfastening tho rubber band
: this, gently draws out a card pho
tograph. Tho faco Is that of. a young girl
a charming face, that could hardly be
found outside Scottish borders; for
tho claims of Scotch lassies as
lticens of beauty havo long been rec
ognized as well founded, and hardly
need the Inspired pen of a Burns to
court tho favor of the world's Judges.
"VeB," says Jack, almost savagely,
"I believe it with all my heart. This
is my fato sweet Jessie Cameron;
and could I win her heart, gladly
would I forego all thoso wonderful
blessings Fortune has of lato seen fit
to shower on me. And It is to find
her I have come to this northern cap
ital, visiting the Canongato liko a
thief In tho night, and courting not
only arrest as a prowler, hut what is
worse, a cold In tho head. Well, hero's
wishing luck to tho most respectable
enterprise I ever had anything to do
with In the courso of my natural life I
Who knows but what, if Fortune fa
vors roe, it may he the little angel
ticrsAlf I set eyes on next?"
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Copyright, ISM, by Street and Smith.
He actually sighs as ho carefully
replaces tho picture In Its receptacle,
and then casts a quick glanco around
to discover If anyone has been a wit
ness to his action.
Not a soul appears to be In sight
save Ah Sin. and that acute Celestial
has his back turned toward his young
master, as though ho would nold giv
ing him an awkward feeling wise old
Ah Sin, rentier of human nature and
pupil of the greatest of diplomats, Li
Hung Chang.
Jack has Just started to return to
his former stamping ground, where- ho
can rest his broad shoulders against
the stone stairs leading above, when
a strango thing happens tho most re
mnrkablo event In his experience so
far as tho vagaries of chauco aro con
cerned. He hears a sound of wheels, and
realizes that a vehlclo of some sort Is
adancing from the direction of High
street a vehicle that Is being carried
at a rapid pace by the animal in tho
shafts.
They come spinning on nt a Joyous
pace, and naturally Jack has his eyo
on the vehlclo as it approaches, little
dreaming how much of his late Is
bound up In that cab.
As though tho Inmate has become
somewhat anxious over his where
abouts, a face appears Just as they
aro passing tho lamp-post, a faco that
is so familiar to Jack that Its pres
ence hero In old Edinburgh almost
takes his breath away.
He opens his mouth as If to call out
a name; bu before it can leave his
lips tho strangest part of tho whole
affair comes to pass.
Why it should happen Just there in
the presence of Jack Travers must be
left to thoso more skilful in solving
the problems of Fate. Tho three sis
ters spin their threads, and weave
them Into athe warp and woof that
go to make up tho fabric of human
lives with marvelous skill; and, look
ing back, wo sometimes shudder to
contemplnte what a chnnge must have
come over our fortunes if certain
events, upon which our plans have
been based, had not occurred.
At all events, ono of the wheels of
the cab takes n singular notion to pro
ceed on its own account, having se
cured a divorce from the axle and Its
running mate.
The result naturally Is a sudden
wreck of the vehicle; the horsoltakes
it upon himself to fling up hlshcels
and might ha,ve beaten tho cab Into
kindling wood, as the driver sprawled
upon the stones, only that Jack
springs out and grasps his bit in a
firm hand, effectually quelling tho
devil that had cropped up In the usual
ly sedate animal.
CHAPTER II.
The House With the Seven Gables.
Tho driver has been momentarily
overwhelmed by tho disaster that has
como upon him without a second's
warning; but ho quickly recovers his
bond" and picking himself up from tho
street, runs to the assistance of tho
young man.
"I have tho beast all right; look
you to the passonger I'm afraid he's
been hurt," sings out Jack. Obedient
ly the Jehu turns toward his dilapi
dated vehicle, and tho lnmato of the
foilorn hansom Is assisted out .
Fortune has Indeed played him a
scurvy trick, for he Is badly battered,
and doubtless believed tho case far
worse than it will turn out In tho end.
Jack remembers tho gllmpso ho
had of tho gentleman's face, and is
more than curious to ascertain wheth
er it can bo possible he knows this
unfortunate traveler.
So ho bends over him, and discov
ers ho has made no mistake. "How
ard Spencer! "ho exclaims.
Tho man, who has been groaning
with pain and is evidently consider
ably bewildered by tho blows ho re
ceived, looks at him vacantly as lie
mutters:
"That was my name once heard it
somewhere or other. Badly hurt, ain't
I? Too plagued mean it comes Just
when I was about to take a leap into
tho lap of Fortune. Say, who are you,
anyhow?" to Jack, who bends over,
"Why, Howard, old boy, don't you
remember me Jack Travers?" says
the other, cheerfully.
Tho man on tho pavement brenks
out into a laugh, thnt grates on tho
nencs.
"Tell that to tho marines. Jack
Travers! Why, he's dead, and I'm his
ghost take my oath on It. Haunted
by tho name. What's all this? Blood?
Then I'm badly hurt .ain't I? Must
go on promised to bo there by
twelve. A fortune at stako, you know.
Show me the house with seven gables
at tho corner. I toll you I must get
there, or all is lost."
Tho man has an amazing amount of
pertinacity about him; at any rate, ho
reels forward, takes three steps, andjj
rails neauiong, so mat. u is oniy a
quick movement on tho part of Ah
Sin that saves him from crashing to
the pavement.
"Badly hurt. I will send for help
and have tho gentleman taken to a
hospital," says a pollco officer who has
arrived.
"It would ho a wise plan,'' remarks
Jack, for he may have .received inter
nal injuries. You seo ho talks as If
he's off his head."
At tho same time tho words thnt
fell in such broken sentences from tho
lips of the wounded and dazed trav-
oler aceni to havo been wrltton on hla
btaln Indelibly, as if seared by letters
ol fire.
By this time numerous bonds hnvo
appeared at windows along tho Canon
gate, and a small crowd has cuuocted
around tho broken hansom, which tho
driver is endeavoring to patch tempo
rarily together, so that ho may drag
It, away to tho mows whero his quar
ters aro located.
Jack attempts to question tho man,
whom he has apparently known at
some former period of his adventurous
past, hoping to discover whero ho puts
up; but tho other pays no attention,
muttering to himself about his ap
pointment, and swearing horribly
every tlmo ho moves his wronched or
broken arm.
Turning to the hansom driver, Trav
ers learns that ho picked up his faro
at tho station, tho gentleman having
come by a delayed train.
Quickly, In responso to tho pollco
man's call, an ambulance arrives,
showing how systematically every
thing Is done In this beautiful city on
the Forth. Tho unfortunate gentle-
Effectually quelling the devil.
man Is lifted Into It, and nlmost beforo
Jack realizes the fact, tho vehlclo van
ishes down the street.
He turns round; tho Jehu Is also
leaving the spot, with his horso tow
ing tho wrecked hansom; tho Httlo
crowd disperses, heads aro drawn in
from windows, and almost like magic
tho Canongate resumes its normal
state of midnight silence.
Jack rubs his eyes in bewilderment.
"Como, was all this a dream, or did
it really happen? That poor devil had
an awful shake-up. Once wo were
chums, and many times havo wo slept
under tho same blanket, until that lit
tle affair down at Santa Fo sepnrated
us. L never could forgivo Howard his
treatment of that black-eyed beauty.
What brings him across my path
again, and, of all times, now? Heigho!
what o'clock is It up there eleven fif
ty? How the minutes drag! Havo I
really been asleep and dreaming! Ah
Sin, did a vehicle smash to pieces
here?" h6 demands, turning on his
faithful follower.
(To bo continued.)
POINTER FOR THE IMPECUNIOUS.
Scheme That Enabled Young Man to
Keep Up Appearance.
Tho cashier in the candy storo who
had married tho telegraph operator
had Just returned from her honey
moon, and was receiving her friends
in a new fiat.
"Did he get on to tho way you
crimped your hair, Mamie?" asked tho
mischievous manicure girl.
"I don't know whether ho did or
not," replied Mamie, "but I twigged
the way he pressed his trousers.
When he used to call on mo I no
ticed that they were freshly creased
every evening, and I knew ho couldn't'
afford that paco at a tailor's. I no
ticed that before . going to bed he
straightened his trousers carefully and
put tho front edge of them into the
Jam of tho bedroom door. Of courso
ho had to get up some time in the
night and change sides. But ho told
mo ho had been doing it so many
years ho was accustomed to It.
"Ho had to bo very careful putting
them in ,or tho door wouldn't shut
But I'll tell you, girls, in tho morn
ing he had a crease that had a tail
or's Job whipped to a suspender but
ton. Men saving up to get married
havo their little tricks of making a
good appearance on llttlo mofiey, Just
as girls have In making themselves so
pretty that men want to marry, them."
Stenographer of Old.
Jefferson had Just fired the stenog
rapher. "I had to," he said, sadly; "seo what
she made of tho Declaration of Inde
pendence." "Wo hold these tooths to tho shelf
of a dentist the tall men aro crated
quail."
Sighing heavily, ho finished tho rest
with his fist.
All in the Family.
Smartlolgh (to father-in-law) Your
daughter's oxtravaganco is too much
for my purse, and yet I don't want to
havo any hard words with her so soon
after our marriage. Don't you think
you could speak to her about it?
Gay old father I could, but it
wouldn't do any good. She's smart
enough to know that sho inherits all
of hor bad qualities from me. Detroit
Freo Press.
Accounted For.
"Young Spendem insists that he
doesn't caro for money."
"Of courso not. Ho has non9 to
caro tor," Detroit Free Press.
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"Shoot! Shoot!"
Tho exasperated guide hurriedly
extracted tho empty shells from his
rifle nnd began to reload. Tho sports
iSm stood In his tracks. His half
cocked gun rested In his nerveless
fingers. In tho brush close nt hand a
deer leaped over obstructions and on
to freedom with tho Irresistlblo Joy of
life. As tho form of tho Hoeing ani
mal grow Indistinct among tho pines
tho sportsman raised his gun hnlf way
to his shoulder with a Jerk and fired
twice. Tho bullets went somowhero in
the trectops, for tho deer never raised
its tall to give the signal of having
been hit. Shamefacedly and with a
henrt that thumped painfully, tho
sportsman turned to receive tho re
marks of the angered guide.
"Buck fever, hoy? It's a wonder
ye didn't shoot mo when yo got to
goln! Sp'Iled tho purtlest shot yo'll
over hev, consain It! Thar ho stood
catln them black cherries, an' yo
walked right on him."
Hundreds of enthusiastic men and
women plunge boldly along well de
fined trails in tho Adirondack forests
each autumn socking tho stately buck.
The hunting of deer either from a ca
noo or upon tho forest trail is ono of
the rniest experiences In human ex
istence. The most mysterious Inflnenco
with which tho hunter has to contend
is the "buck fevor."
"Just wait 'till you git 'buck fever.'"
says an ojd hunter. "I'll tell yo thot
when a man or woman gits thot fever
they air likely to do anything. I've
known 'em to shoot in tho air, shoot
through the bottom of tho boat and
sink her or tremble so thet they could
not shoot nt all.
''One night' I was up a trco with a
guldo waiting for a deer to como out
nnd feed. After we'd waited nigh an
hour wo saw tho bushes on the edge
of tho woods above us begin to movo.
Tho moon was shlnin' nn' wo could
see a fine deer comln' down to tho
wnter. Right nt tho edgo of tho wood
he stopped an' sniffed. Ho wnited a
mlnlt and then began to nibble tho
hark of a tree.
"Thet guldo with mo shook as if ho
had tho ague. Ho trembled bo thet ho
could hardly hold on to tho tree nn
we lost thot deer all on account of thet
guide glttin' 'buck fever.' Ho hed
been huntln' deer fer years, but ho
said he always felt tho same way
when ho saw a deer come near an' ho
could not seo well enough to aim a
gun."
"I had tho 'buck fovcr once," says a
woman hunter who visits tho North
, Woods regularly each autumn. "The
guides nnd placed mo on a runway
and I waited there throo hours beforo
I began to hear something moving
through the woods toward me. At first !
'way off in tho distance I heard a dry
twig crack. I had been expecting tho
sound for a long time, but when I
heard It my heart began to beat very
fast. Tho deor may not havo boon
threo minutes from tho tlmo I first
hqard it In gottlng into full vlow, but
it seemed an hour to me. I began to
think that I would never seo him
when thero suddenly appeared a beau
tiful buck only a fow rods away. Ho
looked straight at mo and I could not
tako my eyes off him. I was simply
spellbound. My arms were liko lead.
I struggled inward to burst some mys
terious bounds. Tho gun lay In my lap
ready for use. I appreciated all these
thlngc, b.u was helpless.
"At last, after a great effort I lift
ed my arms. But they camo up with a
violent Jerk and frightened the deer
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away. That was somo years ago, and
although It took mo several seasons to
overcomo tho sensation I am now able
to shoot like n ninn onco I get n bead
on tho deer.
"Women, now nccept with tho utmost
good nnturo tho conditions of rough
camp llfo which tho men thought
were not good enough for them. Last
October I chaperoned a party of young
men and young women oil an expedi
tion to n remote lako In tho North
Woods. Tho objective point was a
primitive shack of tho hunter, tho
principal furnishings of which were
a tumbledown stove, u pnncako grid
dle, kottle, frying pan, some crock
ery, paper plates and blankets.' The
shnck was several miles from tho
nearest wagon road and wo had to
'pack' our stuff In.
j "At tho ond of tho wagon rldclbo
women climbed down cheerfully and
strapped on fish baskets, In which
were supplies of food, while tho men
assumed tho heaviest burdens of well
filled pack baskets, etc. Led by the
chief guldo wo formed single fllo nnd
struck tho trail. It Was all uphill, but
the trail was dry and woll shaded with
tho bare limbs of tho hard wood, let
ting tho sun through in places. We
rested, now and then, and at midday
stopped at tho sldo of tho stream,
where, tho guides prepared a meal ot
lamb chops, pancakes and coffee. Wo
reached camp In tho middle of tho af
ternoon, nftor a Journey of nearly ton
miles, during which wo had climbed
about ono thousand feet above the
starting point.
"i think this log cabin In tho woods
was tho most prlmltlvo I over slept
in. It had ono room and a loft, Tfyo
room served as kitchen, dining room
and llvlm: room, whllo the loft had tho
ono bed occupied by both men and
women. Tho hed was perhaps twelve
feet wido and waa mado entirely of
balsam boughs and blankots. X
"After a few moments of intense
thought and whisperings tho women
climbed tho ladder to tho loft, select
ed tho left-hand side to sleep on, loos
ened a fow belts and buttons and re
tired. The reflected light frcm tho
broken stove below had a weird effect
in the loft. Squirrels capered over tho
roof and aroused tho nervous. Finally
tho mon climbed up and crawled under
their blankets.
"Thero was little sleep that night,
but we entered into tho real enjoy
ment of rough camp life tho next day,
after tho men got up a tont for us to
sleep In. Tho gulden took turns
throughout tho night nt watching'.the
camp lire in front of tho tent "door,
which kept ub worm, ovon though tho
nights were cold.
"Wo hunted and fished by. day and
nt night sometimes went .upon -the
lake, whero with tho old of lights wo
could sec deer and hear them In the
wnter as they nto tho moss and roots
of Illy pads. Whllo It Is unlawful' to
kill deer at night in this mnnnor, it 13
ono of the most exciting experiences
Imnglnnblo to bo paddled silently over
tho eurfaco of a lako In tho Bolitude,
to hear deer como and go In tho water
and note their approach or retreat
through tho woods, tho senses becom
ing more ncuto ovory instant, and then
to finally approach a deer that is held
spellbound by tho light so closely that
you may almost touch It." New York
Horald.
OF VALUE TO ONE MAN.
Spring
Poem Was Not Absolutely
Without Worth.
The spring pool, as woll as tho sum
mer poet, the autumn poet, and tho
winter poet nil tho snmo man sat In
the sanctum of tho editor of Tho Sun
ny Smile, nwniting an audienco with
that august personage. At length tho
editor looked up with a "What can I
do for you?" air.
"The poem I submitted last week"
said the poet.
The editor took tho manuscript from
a plgconholo in his desk and handed
it to its author, saying:
"I am vory sorry, my dear Blr, that
your contribution Is not exactly suited
to the needs of Tho Sunny Smllo. Its
declination," ho continued, uncon
sciously adopting tho language of IiIh
rejection slip, "must not bo understood
ns Implying any lack of merit. In
fact" and horo tho editor again bo
camo tho man "whllo tho poem is not
avnllnblo for our uscb, I know a man
who would accept it. Ho wouldn't paj
much, to bo Btiro; but " .
"Anything will bo acceptable," said
tho poet; "unfortunately my muso I
dying bf starvation and needs bread
What Is tho iiorao of tho man?"
W do not know his name," snld th
editor. "All I know is that ho comet
hero onco a week to tako away out
wasto paper." Chicago "Rocord-Her
aid.
A Rope Rudder.
Sautos-Dumont, tho great invcntoi
of nqrostats, Bays Everybody's Maga
zine, is ablo to tilt his craft up and
down by means of a slmplo device.
Hanging from the front of tho cylitadri
cal-shapcd balloon is a ropo CO yard?
long and 100 pounds in weight. ThU
rope controls tho center of gravity of
tho entlro machine. Near tho middle
of the ropo is tied a thin lino which
extends to tha operator Bitting in the
car toward tho"1 stern of the craft. The
weight of tho ropo is so groat that
when it hangs z"!s,,ic down, tho con
ter of gravity Is near tho bow and th'e
ship points dowrfwnrd. But when th?
big ropo is pjullod back from tho bow
tho conter of'gravlty shifts with it tih6
tho ship raises her noso farther ahp
farther upward. Right and left mo
tionB nre accomplished by means of o
rudder, nnd thus. between tho two the
ship may bo pointed In, any desired "dl
rectlon.
Serene Simplicity.
With bis grandchild on liln kneo
' Ho hIIh, gazing off nt space;
Unckwurtl to simplicity ,
Ho hnii wandered. In Ills fact
Thcrc'H tho dimple, childish look,
Tho old honesty, onco more,
Thut lio long K forsook,
Tlmt, ere knowledge came, ho worq.
Though his tlo has worked askew
He nor notices nor cures;
There Is luck of smartness, too,
In tho raiment that he weurs
Hero und thero u gup appears
Where nn unused button shows;
By tho right of many years 3
lie Ignores lr, if he knows.
In. thu, fucefl of tho twain
There li iiiitiirc's honesty;
One lias left off belnir vulii.
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One has not yet learned to be:
Close to earth nnd unconcerned
liy tho things the world may think, '
One tb wander, ono returned.
Tiiey are Mining at tnu Drink,
Sweet the Innocence that lies
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In a baby s honest gaze,
Sweet thu candor In bis eyes
Ere he lenrnB of worldly ways.
Sweet the slmplenc-ss of men
Aftor all the strife Is past,
The return to nature, when
Vanity departs, at last.
-S. E. KIser.
No Plush Cars for Kentucky.
It has remained for tho Kentucky
state hoard of health to tako tho first
step against tho uso of plush car seats
which collect and hold dlscaso germs
until tho next passonger cornea along
to rccclvo them Into hla system. The
board will Indict every railway official
in tho stnte whom It can reach who is
responsible for tho use of scats uphol
stered with heavy plush.
Leather or cane for both sleepers
and day coaches aro the substitutes
the board will permit, and of tho two
cano Is preferable, for the leather
scats aro hot and uncomfortable. Lin
en makes a good seat covering, as It
can bo removed and laundered fre1
quently. Tho offects of this initiative
movo may extend to other states until
all our railway systems have eitnltary
car seats. t
Making Sure of His Fee.
Dr. James E, Kelly, tho woll-known
surgeon, relates the following anec
doto of an eccentric old physician In
Dublin:
"Dr. Murphy," ho said, "has been o
practitioner for many years, and of
courso is fairly familiar with tho fall
ings as well as the alllngs of humac
nature, One day there called to con
suit him a patient who had a poor rep
utation for paying.
" 'What can I do for you?' asked the
old doctor.
" 'I called to Bee you about my uttet
loss of memory,' replied tho patient
"'Ah! Yes er why, of course; but
In cases of this kind, you know, I re
qutro my fee in advance.' " New York
World.
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