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Mm MENS CHOBEN tw ieS ran 45iSSSS2i. - " - r--rci- ITU lllustra.timjsgy DOMJ.LA2IN SYNOPSIS. Hill Cannon, the Itnimnzn kin, and lit dniiKhler. rtoe, who IiihI passed tip Mrs. Cornelius Uyari's ball nt Sum Knuiciseo to lit. runpnnv n-r father, arrive Ht Antelope,. Domlnlck flvnn culls oti lila mother to Iipk a Imll Invitation for IiIh wife, nnil 1 refused. The determined old lady lefusoM to vrna,u7f hr ilmiKhtpr-lii-luw. Dom Itilili Imil been trnpP'il Into n, mnrrlaRs with Ili-niloo Iversan, it stenoKfapIier. n('i i il j cum III senior. Hliu nritiiitxlarH his iikiip v thev have frequent quarrels, nnd lie nilpi away Cannon ntul Ills daughter iit xnoued m lit Antelope Doinlnlck Ilyun Ih rescued from Htorm In uncon nrruiM tondltlon mid broiiKht to Antelope hotel. Anielnpe IP i ul off liy Htorm Hnso Cannon norves J) nilnlt-k back to life. Two weeks later Ilernlee discovers In a impel wlnr husband Is nnd writes letter trjlnit to vmooth over dltllcultles between Until Pomlnkk at lust Ih iifoln to Join fellou snowbound prisoners In liotel pur lor IU- lout temper over tnlk of llufonl. im ui-tor, After three weeks, end of Im prisonment seen TeleKrams nnd mull iirrln- liotiilnli'k Rets letter from wlfo. Tells Itoiie lie doesn't love wife, and never did Siorinhoiind people boKln to depart. Hose and Domlnlck etnliraee. father nee them and deinandH an explanation. Hone's brother Oenn l nmilo munnKor of raneli, and Im to xet It If lie stays sober n yenr. Cannon exprew-s nvinpiitliy for Domj nick's position In talk with Hose. Doml nick returns home. CHAPTER X. (Continued.) On the Saturdny morning alio went out betimes. Inquiry nt tho rallwny onice told her that tho train which coimcctfd wllh the branch lino to Rocky liar did not roach tho city till nix In the evening. She ordered a din ner of the choicest viands and apont part of the morning pausing from Btall to stall In the market on Powell Street Anyliii; about for dainties that might add a lust elaborating touch to tho lengthy menu. The afternoon was dedicated to tho solemn rites of mtis naglng, munlcurlng, and hnlr-wavlng nt a beauty doctor's. On an ordinary occailon these unwonted exertions In the pursuit of good looks would have tired her, but to-day sho was keyed to a pitch where sho did not notice email outside discomforts. Long before six she was dressed, nnd sitting before tho mirror in her room she laid on tho last perfecting touches with n short stick of hard red substance and a circular piece of mossy-looking white stuff, which sho rubbed with a rotary motion round and round her face. Her now dress of raspberry pink crapo betrayed the band of an expert In Its gracefully falling folds and tho elegance with which It outlined her slim, long-waist-ed shape. Her artificially-reddened hair waved back from her forehead in glossy ripples; her face, all lines and hollows rubbed from It, looked fresh end youthful. With tho subdued light falling on her through tho Bilk and paper lamp shades, sho looked a very pretty woman, the darkness of her loug, brllllnnt oyes thrown Into higher relief by tho whltencsB of her pow dorcd fa co. Sho wbb tremulously norvous. Ev ery sound caused her to start and novo to that part of tho parlor whonco sho could look down tho long pas sageway to tho stair-head. Largo bunches of greenery wcro mnsBcd hero in tho angles of tho hall and Btood in tho corners of tho sitting room. Howls filled with violets and roses were Bot on tho tablo and man telpiece, nnd the scent of these Mow ers, sweet and delicate, mingled with the crude, powerful perfumo that the woman's draperies exhaled with every movement. At intervals sho run into her bedroom, seized tho little, round, soft wad of white and rubjied It ovor &or faco with u quick concentric move--inont, drawing her upper lip down as alio did so, which gnvo to her counto- nanoo with Its nn::lous eyes an ex ceedingly comical expression. It was nenrly seven o'clock when tho bell rnng. With a last hasty look In the glass, sho ran down tho pas Tsngoway to tho stair-head. It was necessary to descend a few steps to a turn on tho stairs from whenco tho lovor that opened the door could bo workod. As sho stood on tho small landing, thrown out 'In bright relief by a mass of dark leafage that stood In tho anglo of the wall, tho door opened and Domlntck entered, lie looked up and shw her standing thoro, gaily dressed, a brilliant, animated figure, smiling down at htm. "Ah, Berny," ho said In n quiet, un emotional voice, "Is thnt you?" It was certainly not an enthusiastic greeting. A sensitive woman would have been shriveled by It, but Horny wat not sensitive, Sho had realized from tho start that sho would prob ably have to combat the lingering sur liness left by tho quarrel. As Doml nick ascended, her air of smiling wel- como was marked by a bland cheery unconsciousness of any past unplens nntness. She wbb not, however, as unconscious as sho looked, Sho noted blB heaviness of domeanor, tho tired expression of his lifted face. Ho enmo up the stnlrB slowly, not yet bolng completely recovered, nnd It added to tho suggestion of reluctance, of dtlll cult and spiritless approach, that seemed to encompass him In an un eeen yet distinctly-felt num. As ho roso on a level with her, sho stretched out her handB and, laying thorn on his shoulders, drow him toward her and kissed him. Tho coldness of bU cheek, damp with tho foggy night nlr, chilled tho caress anil sho drow back from hlra, not bo ' iUraJiUAJVVVi 1 AIYiiLG, ccc. ' V S r jf -Zzh I ' " yz. CojjyngLt UXWTlieBOBDS-MEPnnX CO. securely confident In her debonnlr, smiling assurance. Ho patted her lightly ion the shoulder by way qf greeting and said: "How aro you? All right?" "Oh, I'm all right," sho answered with brisk, determined sprlghtllness. "You're tho one to ask about. You walk stiff, still. How are your feet?" Sho was glad to turn hor eyes away from his face. It looked very tired, and the slight smile with which ho had greeted her stayed only on hla, lips, did not extend to his fatigued eyes. Ho was evidontly angry still. angry and unforgiving, nnd that ho should be so, when sho was so anxious to forget tho ugly episode of the quarrel and be gay and friendly again, dashed her spirits and made her feel unsure of horself and upset. She wns determined, however, to show him that sho had forgotten all about It, and ns he turned the anglo of tho stairway sho thrust her hand lnsldo his nrm and walked up beside him. They might have been a happy mar ried couplo, reunited after an ab sence, slowly coming up tho stairs togethor arm In arm. A few minutes later they wero seated opposlto each, other at dinner Tho llttlo tablo glowed and gleamed, all Hcrny'8 bravery of silver and glass mustered for its adornment. Tho cholco and delicate dinner began with a soup thnt Doinlnlck especially liked, a fact which nerny hoped ho would notlco nnd mention. Sho was one of thoso women who have an unfailing memory for what peoplo llko to eat; a single expression of preference would remnln In her mind for yoars Domlnlck and nho had not lived to gether for a month before sho knew everything In tho way of food he liked or disliked. When sho was annoyed with hltn, or especially bitter against his mother, sho would ordor nothing but dishes that he did not caro for, and when sho was in a more friendly mood, as to-night, sho would tnko pains nnd tlmo to arrange a montt composed of those ho preferred. Ho usually did not notice those rewards and punishments, but Demy always thought he did and was "too stub born," as she oxpressed It to herself, to show that ho was affected by them. Sho obsorved to-night that ho nol ther remarked, nor seemed to relish his food, but sho made no comment, talking on In a breathless, lively way, asking quostlous of his trip, his acci dent, and tho condition of his feet, ns though thcro wero no mortifying recollections connected with the cnuso of his sudden departure. Her only Indication of embarrassment was a tendency to avoid anything llko a mo ment of silence and to tly from ono subject to another. Domlnlck an swered her questions nnd told hor of his wnndorlngs with a slow, care ful exactness. Save In tho freezing of his feet, which matter he treated moro lightly than it deserved, he was open with her In recounting tho small happenings of what ho called "his holiday," from tho tlmo of his walk from Rocky Bar to tho day of his departuro from Antelope. They had progressed through tho fish to the cntreo when her questions ptiBscd from hla porsonnl wanderings and adventures to his associates. Sho had been very anxious to get to this point, ns sho wanted fo know what degroo of Intimacy ho had reached with tho Bonanza King. Several times already she had tflcd to divert tho conversation toward thnt subject, but It had been deflected by tho young man, who seemed to find less per sonal toplca moro to his taste. Now sho was advancing openly upon It, Inquiring about tho snow-bound group nt Perley's, and awarding to any but tho nugust nnmo for which her ears woro pricked n perfunctory attention. It wtiB part of tho natural perversity of man that Domlnlck should shy from It nnd expend valuable tlmo on descriptions of the other prisoners. "There was an nctor there," ho aald, "Bnowed In on his wny to Sac ramento, a queer-looking chnp, but not had." "An nctor?" said Herny, trying to look Interested. "What did ho act?" "Melodrama, I think. Ho told me he played all through tho northwest and oast as far as Denver. Tho poor chap was caught up there and was afraid ho was going to lose a Sacra mento engagement that I guosB meant a good deal to him. Ho was quite Interesting, been In tho Klondike In tho first rush nnd had some queer sto ries about the early days up there." Herny'B Indifferent glance became bright and fixed undor tho steadying offect of Budden Interest. "Hoen In tho Klondike?" sho re peated. "What wns his nnmo?" "Huford, James Dofay Huford. He'd been an actor at tho opera house at Dawson." "Huford," said Herny, turning to place a helping of poaso on tho plate tho Chinaman hold toward her. "I nover hoard of him. I thought ier haps It might bavo been some actor I'd seen play. I'd llko to know an nctor In prlvato life. Thoy must bo so different." Sho ladled a second spoonful of peaso on to her own plate and as sho began to eat them, said: "It must havu been Interesting hav ing tho Cannons up there. When I read In tho papor that they wero in Antclopo too, 1 wns awfully glad be causo I thought It would bo such a good thing for you to get to know tho old man well, its you would, snowed In that wny together." "I know him before. My father and mother have been friends of his for yonrs." "I know that. You've often told me. Hut that's a different thing. I thought If he got to know you Intlmntoly and liked you, ns ho probably would" she glanced at him with n coquettish Btnlle, but his faco was bent over his plate "why, then, something might como of It, something In n business way." She again looked at him, quick ly, with sidelong investigation, to so how ho took tho remark. Sho did not want to Irritate him by alluding to his Btnnll means, nnywuy on this night of reconciliation. "It would bo so useful for you to get solid with a man llko Hill Cannon," she concluded with something of tim idity In her manner. Dcsplto her caution, Domlnlck seemed annoyed. Ho frowned nnd gave his head nil Impatient Jork. "Oh, there was nothing of thnt kind," ho said hurriedly. "Wo wero just snowed In nt tho same hotel, Thcro wb'b no question of Intimacy or frlendahlp about It, nny more than thoro was between Judge Wnahburne nnd me, or even the nctor." Horny wns exceedingly disappoint ed. Had the occasion been n less mo mentous one sho would have ex pressed herself freely. In her mind she thought It waa "Just like Doml nlck" to have such nn opportunity and let It go. A slight color deepened tho artificial rose of her cheekB and for n moment sho had to exert some con trol to maintain the sllenco that was wisdom. Sho picked daintily nt her food whllo sho wrestled with her lrrl tntlon. Domlnlck showed no dcBiro to resume the conversation, nnd a bI lence of some minutes' duration rest ed over them, until she broke It by saying with a resolute cheerfulness of tone: "Roso Cnnnon wns thoro, too, tho paper Bald. I suppose you got to know her qulto well?" "I don't know. I saw a good deal of her. There was only ono sitting-room nnd wo nil snt there. She wns thero with tho others." "Whnt'B she like?" said Dorny, her curiosity on tho subject of this spoiled child of fortune overcoming her recent nnnoyance. "You'vo Been hor," ho answered, "you know whnt she looks llko." "I've never seen her to know who sho was. I suppose I'vo passed her on tho streets and at tho theaters. Is Bho cordial and pleasant, or does sho glvo herself nlrs because she's Hill Cannon's daughter?" Domlnlck moved his feet under tho Laim "Really, Derny, Don't tablo. it wbb difficult for him to an swer Herny's questions politely. "Sho doesn't give horself tho least airs. She's perfectly Blmple and nat ural nnd kind." "That's Just whut I've heard," his wife said, giving her head an agree ing wag. "Thoy say sho's Just as easy and unassuming as can bo. Did you think sho wnH pretty when you saw her closo to?" "Really, Dorny, I don't know," an swored the victim In a tone of goaded patience. "Sho looks Just tho Bamo closo to as she does at a distance. I don't notlco people's looks much. Yes, I suppose bIio'b pretty." "Sho has blondo halr.'V said Demy, leaning forward over her plato In the eagerness of her interest. "Did It look to you ns If It wnB blenched?" He ralsod his eyes, nnd his wife en countered nn unexpected look of an ger In them. Sho shrank a little, be ing totally unprepared tor It. 111 o 11 II I HI '.rrvi I ill T9im.vH ! fisr w?&t- mmbm1 xUWWMY m mjtJ v . -fiii a Emimtfj, hi YMInml n in Will 111 W nHH0Quil I villi I iWj i fMvrwiH 0 HI I Mill ' ft Y-W k fflJ "How should I know whether her hair was blenched or not?" ho said sharply. "That's a very silly queatlon." Herny was taken aback. "I don't bco that It la," alio said with unusual and somewhat stammer ing tnlldness. "Most blonde-haired women, oven If they haven't blenched their halr( have had It 'restored.' " Domlnlck did not nnswer her. The servant presented a dish nt his elbow and ho motioned It away with an Im patient gesture. Herny, who wns not looking nt him, went on. "Whnt kind of clothes did she wenr? They say she's nn elognnt dresser, gets nlmost everything from Paris, even her underwear. I suppose sho didn't have her best things up thcro. Hut she must have had something, h cause tho papers said they'd gone prepared for a two weeks' trip." "I never noticed anything she wore." "Well, Isn't that Just like you, Dom lnlck Ryan!" oxclnlmed his wlfo, un able, nt this unmerited disappoint ment, to refrain from some expression of her feelings. "And you might know I'd be anxious to hear what she had on." "I'm very sorry, but I haven't an Idea about any of her clothes. I think they wero always dark, mostly black or brown." "Did you notice," almost pleadingly, "what sho woro when she went out? Mrs. Whiting, the forelady at Hazel's millinery, says sho Imported a set of sables, muff, wrap and hnt, for her this autumn. Hazel says It was JiiBt tho finest thing of Its kind you ever laid your eyes on. Did she havo them up thero?" "I couldn't possibly tell you. 1 don't know what sables are. I saw her once with a fur cap on, but I think It be longed to Wllloughby, an Englishman who was staying there, nnd used to hnvc his cap hanging on tho pegs In tho hall. It's quite useless asking me theso questions. I don't know any thing about tho Bubject. Did you wind the clock while I wns away?" Ho looked at the clock, a possession of his own, given him in tho days when his mother nnd sister delighted to ornament hla rooms with costly gifts and In which ho had never be fore ovlnced tho slightest Interest. "Of course, I wound It," Herny said with nn nlr of hurt protest. "Haven't I wound It regularly for nearly three years?" This brought tho subject of Rose Cannon to an end and sho was not al luded to again during tho dinner. Tho conversation roverted to such happen ings In the city as Herny thought might Interest her husband, 'and It seemed to her that ho was moro pleased to sit and listen to her chat tor other sisters, the bank, tho thea ters, and tho shops, than to dllato any further on his adventures in tho snow-bound Sierra, When tho dinner wns over, they re turned to tho front of the flat, where Know," Answered noxt to tho parlor thoro was a tiny hall-room fitted up ns a smoking- room and den. It was merely n con tinuation of the hall, and "tho cozy corner" which Herny had had n Polk street upholsterer construct In It, oc cupied most of the available space, and crowded Buch visitors as entered It Into tho corners. It had been Der ny's Idea to havo this room "lined with books" ns sho expressed It, hut their joint possessions in this line consist the Victim. ing of some twenty-five volumes, and tho fnct thnt tho contracted space mado It Impossible to nccommodato both tho bookB nnd tho cozy corner, Derny had decided In favor of tho lat ter. Sho now seated herself on tbo divan thnt formed the Integral part of this construction, nnd, piling tho pil lows behind her, leaned luxuriously back under the canopy of variegated stuffs which was supported by two formidable-looking lances. Domlnlck sat In his easy cbalr. He always smoked In this room and read tho papers, and presently ho picked them up from tho tablo and began to look thorn over. Tho conversation languished, became spasmodic, and finally died away. Herny, leaning back on tho cushions, tried several times to revive It, but her husband from among tho spread sheets of tho eve ning press answered her with the in articulate sounds of mental preoccu pation, and sometimes with no sound nt all, till sho abandoned the attempt nnd leaned back under tho canopy In a silence thnt wns not by nny menns tho somnolent quietude of nftcr-dlnner torpor. The clock hands wero pointing to hnlf-past nine when a ring nt tho bell wns followed by tho nppenranco of tho Chinaman at the door, stating that tho expressman had come with Mr. Ryan's valises. Domlnlck threw down his pa pers and left tho room. As Horny sat silent, sho' could hear the express mun's gruff deep voice In tho hnll and tho thuds of tho valises as ho thumped them down at the stair-head. Doml nlck answered him and thero wero a fow moro remarks, followed by tho re treating sound of tho man's heavy feet on tho stnlrs and tho bang of the hall door. Sho sat looking at tho clock, waiting for her husband to return, and then as ho did not como nnd tho hnll seemed slngulnrly quiet sho lenned forward and sent nn exploring glnnco down Its dim length. Domlnlck was not thero, but a square of light fell out from an open doorway of his room. "Domlnlck," sho called, "whnt nro you doing?" Ho came to the door of the room In his shirtsleeves, n tnll figure looking lean and powerful In this closer-fitting and lighter garb. "I'm unpacking my things, and then I'm going to bed." "Oh!" ahe answered with a falling Inflection, leaning forward, with hor elbows planted on her knees, craning her neck to see more plainly down the narrow passageway. "It's only half past nine; why do you want to go to bed so early?" "I'm tired, and It will take me some time to get thoso things put away." "Can I help you?" she asked with out moving. "No, thanks. There's nothing much to bother about. Good night, Demy," nnd ho stepped back Into tho room and shut the door. Demy sat as ho had left her for a space, and then drew back upon the divan nnd leaned against tho mound of pillows. Sho mado the movement charily and slowly, her faco set In a rigidity of thought to which her body seemed fixed and obedient. Sho sat thus for nn hour without moving, her eyes Btarlng before her, two straight lines folded in the skin between her brows. So he wns still nngry, nngry and un forgiving. Thnt wns the wny sho rend his behavior. The coldness that he ex haled that penetrated even her un sensltlvo outer shell sho took to be tho coldness of unappeased Indigna tion. Ho had never before been just llko this. Thero wns a something of acquired forbearance and patience about him a cultivated thing, not n spontaneous outward indication of an Inner condition of being which waa new to her observation. Ho waa not sulky or cross; ho was simply with drawn from her and trying to hldo It under a manner of careful, guarded civility. It was different from any state sho had yet seen him In, but it nover crossed her mind that It might bo caused by tbo influence of another woman. Ho was still angry that was what Berny thought; nnd sitting on tho di van under tho canopy with its fiercely poised lances sho meditated on tho subject. His winning back wns fnr from accomplished. Ho was not as "easy" as sho una always thought. A feeling of respect for him entered into her musings, a feeling thnt was novel, for in hor regard for her husband there had previously been a careless, slighting tolerance which was not far removed from contempt Dut If he hnd prido enough to keep her thus coldly nt nrm's length, to withstand her nttempts at forgiveness nnd recon ciliation, he wns moro of a man than sho thought, and she had a harder task to handle than she had guessed. Sho did not melt Into anything like self-pity at tho futility of her efforts, which, had Domlnlck known of them, would havo seemed to him extremely pathetic. That they had not succeed ed gave her a new impetus of force and purpose, made her think, and scheme with a hard, cool resolution. To "make up" and gain ascendency over Domlnlck, Independent and proud ly Indifferent, was much more worth while than to bully Domlntck, patient, enduring and ruled by a sense of duty. CHAPTER XI. The Gods In the Machine. On the second Sunday after their re turn from Antelope, Dill Cannon re solved to dedicate the afternoon to pnylng calls. This, at least, was what ho told his daughter at luncheon ns he, she, and Gene snt over tho end of the menl. To pay calls was not ono of tho Bonanza King's customs, nnd In nn swer to Rose's query ns to whom ho was going to honor thus, ho responded thnt he thought he'd "stnrt In with Delia Rynn." Roso mado no comment on this in telligence. Tho sharp glance be cast at her discovered no suggestion of con sciousness in tho pench-llko placidity of her face. It gratified him to see her thus unsuspecting, aud in the mellow ing warmth of his satisfaction ho turned and addressed a polite query to Geno aa to how ho Intended spending tho afternoon. Geno nnd Rose, it ap peared, were going to tho park to hear tho band. Geno loved a good band, and one that played in tho park Sun- dny nfternoonB wns cspeclnlly good. The Sundny before, Geno hnd heard it play Poot and Pousant and tho Over ture of William Tell, nnd It was groat! That wr.s ono of tho worst things about living on a rnnch, Geno com plained, you didn't hnvo any music except at tho men's house at night when ono of tho Mexicans played od an accordion. Tho old man, with his elbow on tho table, and a short, blunt-fingered hand stroking his beard, looked nt his son with hnrrowed eyes full of veiled nmusoment. When ho did not Hnd Gene disagreeably aggravating ns his only failure, he could, ns It were, stand away from htm and realize how hu morous ho was It you took him In a certain way. "Whnt'a the Mexican play?" he growled without removing his hand. "La Paloma," answered Gene, pleased to bo questioned thuB amica bly by his nutocrntlc sire, "generally Ho Camo to the Door of the Room In His Shirt Sleeves. La Paloma, but he can play Tho Heart Bowed Down and tho Toreador song from Carmen. I want him to learn the MIserero from Trovatore. It's nice to sit on the porch after dinner and listen while you smoke." "Sort of Court Minstrel," said hts father, thumping down his napkin with hlB hand spread flat on it. "Don Eugenlo Cannon, with his minstrel playing to him In tho gloaming; It's very picturesque. Did you ever think of having a Court Fool too, or perhapB you don't feel as If you needed one?" Ho arose from his chair before Gene, who nover quite understood the somewhat ferocious humor of his par ent, had tlmo to reply. "Well, so long," said tho old man; "be good children and don't get Into mischief, and Roso, see that your brother doesn't get lost or so carried away by the Poet and the Peasant that ho forgets tho dinner hour. Adlos, girlie." A half-hour later he walked down tho flight of marble steps that led In dignified sweep from tho front door to the street. It was a wonderful day and for a moment ho paused, looking with observing eyes at the prospect of hill and bay which seemed to glit ter in the extreme clearness of the at mosphere. Like all Callfornlans bo had a strong, natural appreciation of scenic and climatic beauty. Preoccu pied with thoughts and schemes which were anything but uplifting, he yet was sensitively resporislve to tho splendors of tho view before him, to tho unclouded, pure blue of tho vault above, to tho balmy softness of the air against his face. Somo one had once asked him why ho did not llvo in Paris as the Ideal home of the man of great wealth and small scruples. His answer had been that ho preferred San Francisco because thero wero more flno dnys In the year thero than anywhere else ho knew of. Now ho paused, sniffing tho air with distended nostril and Inhaling it in deep, grateful Inspirations. His eyo moved slowly over the noblo prospect, noted tho deep sapphire tint of the bay, tho horizon, violet dark against a pale sky, and the gem-llko blues and amethysts of tho distant hills. He turned his glanco In tho other direc tion and looked down tho gray ex panso of tho street, the wide, clear, stately street, with its air of clean spaciousness, sun-bathed, silent, al most empty, In the calm quietude of the Sabbath afternoon. The bustling thoroughfares of greater cities, with their dark, sordid crowds, their un lovely, vulgar hurry, their distracting nolBe, wero offensive to him. Tho wonder crossed his mind, as It had done before, how men who could cs- capo from such surroundings choso to remain In them. Ho walked forward slowly, a thick set, powerful figure, his frock-coat buttoned tight about the barrel-like roundness of his torso, a soft, black felt hat pulled well down on his head. His feet were broad and blunt llko his hnnds, and in their squnre-toed shoes he planted them firmly on tho pave ment with a trend of solid, dellbernto nuthority. His forward progress had something In It of an invincible, resist less march. Ho was thinking deeply as ho walked, arranging nnd planning, and there wns nothing In his figure, or movements, or tho expression ofkhls face, which suggested the sauntering almlessnoss of nn afternoon Btroll, (TO BE CONTINUED.) How to Begin. "What Is tho first step toward rem edying tho discontent of tho masses?" "Tho first stop," replied tho ener getic campaigner, "Is to get out nnd make speeches to prove to thorn how discontented thoy are." Washington Star. vwWjiWimiiifiinir.,i ..tt.j.1,., .