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About The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965 | View Entire Issue (May 5, 1904)
*“l^— Not Her Clata* PSUXadalphia Ledger: Not far from Grove lives ft young f&rmei ■took of horses are admired Who eee them. The other da) an amateur, called on him tr t "aomethlng fast." T said the stock farm owner to an animal In the field Sr, t) s mare that could trot in t minutes, were It not for M r said the friend. *T«a" continued Mr. S.. "she was 1 'I last spring, Is in good con well, and Is a first rats she could go a mile In ! It not for one thing.” _ ts ttT" was the query. *aCh**t mare." Insisted the owner, ”ti to ssa-) way a good mare. I work her thnaa or four days a week. She trots fair and square, and yet there Is one tbisgr that prevents her from going a -acfiaja I minutes.” •'What In the name of thunder Is It?” tied the friend, Impatiently. “WaR** replied the other, quietly. *ha distance la too great for the time.4 Rheumatism in Utah. JTelaca, Utah, May 2.—There Is a great deal of Rheumatism In this and Relghhorlag States, and this painful iRiirirnffi has crippled many a strong Sana and woman among an otherwise healthy people. SecMtnr, however, there has been fatewdsead Into Utah a remedy for Rheumatism which bids fair to stamp -ant tfela awfully painful complaint. The aame of this new remedy Is Dodd's Kidney Pills, and It has already -wrought some wonderful cures. Right Sera In Frisco there Is a case of a Mr. -Qrsca, who had Rheumatism so bad In hia feet that he could hardly walk. He tried many remedies In vain, but JDaddre Kidney Pills cured him. SR* wifo aays: “We both had Kidney ‘Ttwabla and my husband had the Rheaasatlnui so bad that he could RxnfSy walk. We used Dodd's Kidney PHI* with much benefit. We have tried many remedies, but nouo have darn as so much good as Dodd's Kid ney PUIa.” Similar reports come from all over th« Stats and it would seem as If SHieouajatlsm hud at last been con* qua tad. / Tha Aqb of Hurry. “A Countess' hi the London Outlook; "‘Thera ia no backwater to which this bnpotuous tide of hurry has not pene 1 tratedj and If we try to find one where to w« may He In a punt on pink cush ions under a tree we are certain to be made restless by the single long hoot at a fussy steam launch or the short Rouble an* of a tearing motor car, and instead of lying still we Jump up and cry. "Oh. wait for me and take me I fm tn a fearful hurry to get there and do Cl with you!” And when we ura taken tn and have recovered our breath and ara wall on our way there to do it, w» remember to ask where we ara Sfosrad for and what wa are going to ***** Masterson on ths Solitary Holdup Naur York Press: ‘'When you read In the paper, u« you do about once every afar months, that one man has entered a gambling house or a crowded saloon, up the entire crowd and made hls •scapa with the money, you are apl to think that particular crowd must have been a little below par in the matter of courage," said Bat Masterson the other day. **It secerns all the more evidence ad cowardice that In such cases prob ably bate the men held up are armed, fn raattty they are no more cowardly teas other men. The reason they sub mit •» calmly Is that each In a crowd of that sort la absolutely certain the eyes at tha holdup in an are looking straight bato hla In fact they certainly do up P«sar that way, but that Is due to a little optica) delusion. ‘ Of course. the highwayman wears a mask and in almost every case this mask Is made of dark cloth. Where 'vdas are out In the mask for eye* the sfcba ahows light aghlnst the edges of th* mask. I don’t understand why It sfeoadd ha so, but It Is a fact that when a. ia* la wearing one of those black mastM Ms eyes seem to be staring Mmight at any one who looks at th* niiutt. No matter In what part of th* roora you stand, or how much you imova. the eyes back of the black mask swttti soesa to be concentrated on you. ' ‘Yba artists know this trick, and they icsa M h some of the mask pictures. Probably you have seen a picture of tvsaut sort and understand the thing bet itmr ■than I can explain It. If you have -arm looked at a ‘masked man with a gun* picture you know the eyes and ^ She gun always seem to be on you. That's the secret of the solitary holdup wit me. When a man thinks the other fellow ha* the drop on him he Is apt t» bo mighty slow about drawing a gun .and starting trouble.” Tha mortal I) y In the state of New Tork for February was the highest ever fcaMrt. The Increase was due to pneu monia, which caused one In seven of all •deaths. •OAKED IN COFFEE Path Too Stiff to Bend Over. I drank coffee 1 often had -vffek baadaches, nervousness and bll fantnen much of the time, but about two yearn ago I went to visit a friend and gat la the habit of drinking Postum. **I have never touched coffee since, •and the result has been that I have bee* actively cured of all my stomach aad nervous troubles. ~My mother was just the same way. "We all drink Postum now and have never had any other coffee In the house for taro years and we are all well. “A neighbor of mine a great coffee 'drinker was troubled with pains In her aide for years and was an invlid. ' 6b* waa not able to do her work and ■ could not even mend clothes or do any - thing at ail where she would have to bend forward. If she tried to do a tittle hard work she would get such (Wins that she would have to lip down for the rest of the day. *1 persuaded her at last to stop -drtnklng coffee and try Postum Food Coffee, and she did so and she has aaed Postum ever since; the result has • been that she can now do her work, • earn alt for a whole'day and mend and ' can mv on the machine and she never ■ feeds the least bit of pain In her side; ia fact ahe has got well and it shows coffee waa the cause of the whole .trouble. “1 could also tell you about several -other neighbors who have been cured by quitting coffee and using Postum In tta ptace.” Name given by Postum Ca, Battle Creek. Mich. f.ook In each pkg. for the famous .stile book. “The Boad to WellvlUa.” '— ’I I 1 1 1 I i r I ^»hhw.«.m.. .1 ..mtmmm.rnim.. ifmt.mtj I They hesitated and consulted to gether In a low tone; I saw my oppor ' tunlty to press their Indecision. ‘What excuse can you make and what authority have you for halting an officer of the king with dispatches to the king? With M. Jerome de Greville to stand between you and harm It was dangerous enough; now It Is a matter of hanging.” "But M. de Greville Is not dead,” they protested together, "we left him a few i minutes since alive and well.” I seized upon the vacillation manifest In their voices and proceeded with confidence. "Then how think you I came along this road? Think you M. Jerome would let me go so easily? You know his temper too well. Does he change his mind like a woman? I turned about to take the nearer path, and see, his blood Is not yet dry upon my sword.” "We do not believe you. It Is some trick.” "If you will but move this way and give me clear passage to Versailles, I will go and say nothing. You can then return and minister to your master." “Nay, we'll hold the road an hour, which gives him time to come up. An hour gone and you may pursue your Journey." "Then, forsooth, one of you can make his peace with God. I’ll shoot your stoutest bully and try blades with the other.” I raised the pistol which had been concealed unknown to Jerome, and to say the truth it looked formidable enough all a-glltter beneath the rising moon, though I doubted much If I could strike my mark. As I started resolutely onward I warned them; "Pull your nags off in yonder level space, leave the left fork free, or by the gods, you burly black haired rascal, I'll take the first shot at you, you make the fairest target. Way (here, in the klng'/a name!" As Is ever so with low-born churls, and no gentleman to command, each looked to the other for some act of heroism, and each sought his own safely They stood their ground only an In stant, then pulled aside as I had bidden them. As soon as I passed them a decent distance as If I had no fear, I put spurs to my good steed, and, breathing more freely than I had done for many days, heard the merry pound ing of his hoofs upon the open way to my mission’s end. CHAPTER XVin. SERIGNY’S DEPARTURE. The clocks were striking, one after the other In monotonous Imitative fashion, the hour of nine when I de livered my horse to a sleepy groom at the little tavern Just outside the Ver sailles gate. Serlgny was already In hts rooms. Intent on some business, and opened his door himself. There was no need for concealing his gratification and the Intense Impatience he felt to know re sults, nor did he moke any attempt at concealment. On the contrary, he was us urgent as a school child. Everything about him, packed In boxes and trav eling bags, seemed prepared for In stant Journey. Upon his table a few disarranged papers were scattered be side a leathern portfolio, through which he had evcldently been looking when I arrived. Without stopping to replace any of the documents he has tened me to a seat, and drawing his chair close, commanded me to begin. My coming had been so sudden I had given no, consideration to the nature of my report to Serlgny, and found some difficulty In gathering Ideas to gether In such shape they would be understood. I had hardly begun my statenjent when quick ste£s sounded along the outer passage followed by un almost Imperative knock on the door. Jerome, I thought. So It was. Jerome, bespattered and soiled from his hard ride, a raw bruise across his cheek, his clothing awry. He was pale and determined, yet quiet withal. I Instinctively rose and laid my hand to my hilt. A glance reassured me. His purpose, lying deeper, I could not divine; it was plain though he brood ed not that kind of quarrel. Nor do I to this day know what he Intended , when he first entered Serigny's room that night. “I rode after you in all haste. Cap tain." "Indeed you did," I mentally agreed. “And met a fall, which, as you see, I nas somewhat disfigured me,” and he laughed, while I agreed with him again. Serlgny, being so Intent on the Im portant transactions of the hour, ac cepted his explanation without ques tion. The welcome, though cordial, was brief, Serlgny being a man of no unnecessary words. "Go on. Captain,” and I picked up the broken thread of my narrative where Jerome had Interrupted. As I went on obediently, Jerome would now and again supply some link wherein my memory failed, or suggest something I had left unsaid, until hav ing so much the nimbler tongue he 1 took the telling out of my mouth en tirely. I could not complain, for he de tailed the various adventures far bet ter than I, and gave me more of the credit than I woyld have claimed for myself. We had, by common consent, forgotten our late strife, and becoming much Interested I broke In upon a glowing account of my heroism: j “Hold, Jerome, by my faith. you grow more garrulouB than a fish wife of the barriers; tell but a plain, straight tale, and leave off all that ro mantic garniture of thine,” and thenco I reclaimed my straggling story and brought It to a conclusion. All this while the dispatches for which we had risked so much lay safe In my breast. I rather hesitated to produce them, dreading what the hot-headed fellow might do to get a hold upon that which peradventure would cause trouble to | his lady love. I could not decline when : Serlgny asked for them, but hauled out both packets, one token from Yvard, j the other from Broussard, casting them upon the table. Jerome eyed 1 them so that I knew from the look his late fury was not yet dead, and l watched him in readiness for any move he might make to repossess them. He sat as unconcerned as if the whole affair interested him no further, now that the main object of his solici tude was safe in the keeping of his su perior. I misdoubted whether this was not all a sham, and could hardly believe him the same frenzied Jerome who had pleaded so hard, and fought so desperately for tills self , same packet of Yyard's, which at this time reposed within easy reach of his hand. On< e he reached out and took it up negligently, inspected the seals and marks, .aeii replaced It. His examina ion seemed one of mere idle curiosity. >r would have so appeared had I not mown that he was already perfectly acquainted with every mark borne by our charge. The eyes, half closed In ireamy contemplation, spoke appar ently of a man who has been relieved of some grave responsibility and en joys the relaxation, yet, for all of that, he was listening most intently to what Serigny and I wore talking of. Serigny was now fondling the instruments which were to be the restoration of hia own and his brother’s influence. His words were addresed to neither of us in particular. “Here is the seal of Spain. Celle mare again, Egad! They are bold, or must have great confidence in their emissaries. Here, too, is Madame. Ah, my clever little lady, you have outdone your own cleverness at last. I fancy even the king’s old love for his son’s mother will not save you now. I would I knew what was in them." “We can easily see. and close them snug again,” ventured Jerome, but noting Serlgny's frown, he turned it off with a laugh, “or so our friend Madame would advise.” "It thus became manifest he had not abandoned his idea of intercepting whatever might compromise Madame de Chartrain. Serigny continued: “These must be placed before the king unopened by any of us. Yes, it's a risk,” he caught Jerome’s knotted brow of indecision, "I grant you it is a risk, for I know not what complications are here contained. Iwl llmyself seek the king, and with these am sure to gain his own ear. Jerome all this while uttered no word, flicking the mud splotches off his boots and lifting an earnest look now and anon to Sergigr.y. My own pilnd was busy devising means to foil any contemplated treach ery upon his part, and wondering wondering it was not my duty to acquaint Serigny with the whole truth of the matter. The test came when I least expected it. When all our adven tures had been detailed again and again, his dozens of incisive ques tions answered, our conversation jiat urally drifted toward the future. My mission in France completed, there was nothing now but a return to the col onies, and the uncertainties of a cam paign which I no longer doubted was imminent. Somehow the thought of a great and glorious war did not appeal to me so forcibly as such a prospect would have done some few weeks agone. There was ever a shy little face, a brave girlish figure which stood reso lute and trembling before me in the park, that Intruded between me and the barbaric splendor of our western wars. Nor did I raise a hand to brush the vision aside. It toned down the Innate savagery of man, softened the stern, callous impulses of the soldier, and all the currents of my being trick led through quieter, sweeter channels of life and love. Even the shame of it made not the thought less sweet. There was but a trifling period to spare for such gentler musings, for Serlgny, by a gesture, called attention to his well packed luggage. “See, I am ready. I only waited your coming and report to put out at once for le Dauphin. My people have al rei\dy gone forward to arm and pro vision her for the struggle. We must be prompt. There Is much to lose In a day. I myself will go on tomorrow and have all In complete readiness for the voyage, and, who knows for the fighting on the other side. Now give heed Placide—Captain de Mouret,” for he was always particular to distin guish the man from the soldier, and In giving orders to address me by my proper title. “The war has been de cided upon; you will remain here and watch developments"—he was pro- ; ceedlng to acquaint me with w'hat was expected of me. I knew not what he might say, but felt Impelled to throw' out silent warning, which even though he understood it not, he was quick enough to take. He paused and looked I mo inquisitively In the face. I glanced awkwardly from him to Jerome and back again. The thought then dominant was a growing distrust for Jerome, and the desire to have our movements secret. I remembered Bienville’s words, “We know not who to trust,” and being ig norant of what orders Serigny meant to give, or how much information they wmuld convey to Jerome, deemed it best to let all the occurrences of the day come out. I could not forget the lad’s gallantry, nor must I lose sight of the fact that as affairs now were, he might very well have gone over to the other side for the sake of Madame: things stranger than that took place every day, and I had learned to be dis creet. He might thus come into valu able hints and afterward cast them in to the scale against Bienville, for ev ery means good or bad would be used by them to save their own influence, to uplift the Duke of Maine. If Bien ville were Involved in the general ruin, why, what mattered it to them? While I remained hesitating for a word, Jerome’s ready wit had already comprehended my purpose. He took the words from my lips. His counte nance first flushed, then became hard and fixed, compelling me for the time into silence. “Monsieur de Serigny, I perhaps can speak you better our good Captain’s mind. He mistrusts me—” . "Tou?” burst out Serigny greatly surprised. “Why you have ever been our staunch and loyal friend. What is this, Captain de Mouret, surely you are above a young man’s Jealousy?" Jerome gave me no time to explain. "Softly, softly, sir. The captain has good couse. Give me heed, my friends. To you, M. de Serigny, I will say upon my honor, which until this day was never stained by thought or deed, I will say,—this day I would have be trayed you. Nay, do not look so pained and unbelieving: all men are but mortal, and passions stronger even than duty, stronger than loyalty, yea, stronger than honor itself, may tyran nize over the best of us. I repeat, this day would I gladly have betrayed you, betrayed my friends to save—well it boots not whom, but a woman. For the woman I love may lose her liberty If not her life when those accursed pa pers reach the hands of the king. I was mad, and at this mothent doubt and fear myself. It is better not to trust me with your plans; the captain is right. Jerome de Grevllle never yet deceived a friend, bwt for the love of God, Messires, do not tempt him now," and he faced about with unsteady step and started toward the door. Before we could detain him he was gone, leav I ing serigny staring In the most unbe lieving and bewildered fashion at me.” "In God’s name, captain, what piece of folly is this. Tell me all, for ofttimes the success of the most careful plans Is governed t>y just such undercurrents as this, of man’s love or woman’s spite. Go on, I listen.” I explained briefly Madame's posi tion, Serigny noddding his acquies cence; it was an old tale to him, ex cept he did not know Jerome's rela tions with Madame. Of her domina tion over the Duke of Maine he was well aware. When my story was fully done he pondered for a long while in silence. His sorrow was deep and sin sere. ’’Poor fellow; poor fellow; as noble a lad as ever drew a sword, but in his 1 present frame of mind it is safer not to trust him; he is capable of any act of desperation. We will do our best to protect his lady though. Where was I? This matter has disturbed me—Oh, yes. about to give your orders. You see I am all ready to leave. I have but waited your return. The war has been decided on and the news needs only to be given out. The king hesitates and wavers; Chamillard is a mere reflec tion of the royal whim. If we do not attack the Spaniard he will attack us; It Is simply a question of whether we want the war at Biloxi or Havana. For my part I would rather s*' Hav ana in seige than Biloxi. This matter can not be delayed.. A few' days more at the most. These dis patches may decide. With these before the king he will no longer doubt my brother, but will place the blame where it most properly belongs—for in the main, Louis is just. I would not desire any greater pleasure than to see the gibbet whereon these traitors of the itching palms, these thieves who sell their king for Spanish gold, will take their last dance. Do you remain here for as^many as six days, this room is at your disposal. Be quiet and dis creet; learn all and tell nothing. A still tongue is the safest in these times. The moment war is declared make all speed for Dippe and wre will up anchor and away.” Serigny was as happy as a boy at ths prospect of action; the atmosphere of court ill agreed with his fiery temper. This was the gist of our plan of oper ations, and it was so arranged in de tail. In a few moments Serigny left me, taking the packet with him, and I in excess of caution followed him at a lit tle distance, locking the door behind me and keeping the key in my pocket. I bore his tall figure well in sight until he passed out into the unfrequented halls into that portion of the palace where the many shuttlecocks of for tune congregated to laugh and talk and plot and lie. Not long afater he came back, sorely nettled and disappointed. "It is done; the king has them in his own hands; yet he does not talk; prem ises nothing; is closeted with his min isters; they must be of considerable importance. It is all secure for us, for I told him of my departure in the morning to the colonies, and he as sented. l judge, then, it is something of a very delicate nature, touching the royal honor of the king’s own blood. Besides much is in cipher which it will take time to read. Louis, you know, would not admit, savb to those nearest his throne, the possession of the secret Spanish cipher.” X lie lll&llL paoacu MY UlCiKUI CUIU UU* certain enough. I must confess to a great sinking of the heart when I saw Serigny's carriage roll away in the gray of the early morning, leaving me abso lutely alone in my father's land of France, where in the short space of two weeks so much had transpired; much to be ever remembered, much I would have given worlds to forget.' It must have been a most forlorn and dejected looking creature that stood in the great square that sunless morning, peering into the mists which had ab sorbed the carriage. The solitude of vast untrodden forests breeds not that vacant sense of desolation which we children of nature feel in the crowded haunts of men. Face after face, form after form, voice after voice, yet not one familiar countenance, not one re membered tone, not the glance of a kindly eye: all is new, all is strange, all Is seeming enmity. The defection of Jerome, my only comrade, was indeed a cup of bitterness. I dreaded to meet him, not knowing what tack he might cut away on. Yet I could not blame hint; it was more of pity I felt. I recall with great delight some of the minor occurrences of the next three or four days. After Serigny's depart ure, every afternoon at imminent risk I would take horse to Sceaux, and pur suing a by-way through the forests and fields, through which a wood-cut ter first led me, ride hard to catch a glimpse of her who now occupied all my thoughts. I wonder at this time how I then held so firm by the duty of returning to the colonies, when the very thought of war and turmoil was so dis tasteful to me. When I rode to Paris and clothed myself once more In my own proper garments, their friendly folds gave me a new courage to meet whatever fate might, send. It may be pertinent to chronicle here, what history has already recorded, the result of placing those dispatches in the king’s hands. (Continued Next Week.) FORCE OF HABIT. How to Awaken Countrymen in the Morning. New Orleans Tlmes-Democrat: "I made a little experiment the other morning which shows how strong the force of habit is," said the night barkeeper, "and I had a world of fun out of it. and met a seri ous business emergency at the same time. The night before the reunion opened up a great many strangers who had not made arrangements In advance were forced to lodge anywhere they could get foot room for the night. I had probably a dozen countrymen In my place. It was all right. We didn't mind It at all. But when the time rolled around to clean up, along about the time that the east was getting gray, I was confronted by a problem. All the old fellows were asleep. They were sleeping In chairs, on kegs and any other old place they could And. I had to wake them up in some way. I knew they were all from the country, and having lived In the country, I knew what would rouse them. I am pretty good when It comes to Imitating the Eounds of fowls of several kinds. I can convince any countryman on earth that daylight has come by flapping my wings and crowing like a rooster. That's exactly what I did. It was amus ing to watch the old fellows stir, stretch their limbs, rub their eyes, yawn, get up, walk to the door, and look toward the east. My experiment was a success, and I have been crowing every morning since that time, because flve or six of the old fellows slept In my place every night while the city was crowded. I never had to crow but two or three times to wake them up. Of course, I would conceal my self so they couldn’t get on to the decep tion, and one of the fellows actually com plimented me on the faithfulness of my rooster. ‘Durned f he don’t beat these city clocks all hollow,’ he said to me while I was mixing his morning’s toddy for him.” The entrance to the Mediterranean sea at Gibraltar Is twelve miles wida. FARUNA. By Percival Rhodes. (Copyright, 1904, by W. R. Hearst.) As 1-iarry Waldon returned to the Para matta club in Sydney the clerk handed 'him a letter. He took It mechanically and retired to the smoking room, where he threw himself Into a large leather covered chair. He was a ruined man. He had placed his last fifty pounds on Little To, but the horse had fallen at the first hur dle. I Harry Waldon was the only son of the millionaire shipbuilder, John Waldon, in Glasgow. Leaving Eton, he went to Cam* i bridge, where he only learned a passion for sport and ran Into debt. Twenty-two years old, he left the famous college for home and told his father that he had not the slightest Interest in becoming a shipbuilder. Old John Waldon suggested Jthat he take a trip to Australia, hoping that the trip would awaken his interest in .some kind of business. A few weeks in Melbourne and Sydney were enough to exhaust his very generous letter of credit which his father had given him, and the races had now swallowed up a draft which had been cabled to him. The letter In his hand was from his fa ther. He had recognized his firm hand writing at first glance. He opened the envelope. “My dear boy," wrote the old man. ‘'As you asked me to, I cabled you money, but as I am sure that you want the money for gambling and not to invest in any kind of business, I consider it my duty to let you know that this is the last money you will get from me. I have paid your debts at Eton and Cambridge and find they amounted to as much as the cost of building a 900-ton steamer, and this Is un doubtedly the most foolish thing I have ever done. I hope that poverty will make a man of you, and when you have shown that you can earn an honest living with out any assistance I shall be glad to see you, but not before. "Your Father." So the end had come. He must now light his own battles. He smiled grimly at the thought, but he felt that his father was right, and thought of him without bitterness. It was after midnight when he left the club for a stroll along the water front. The streets were empty, but on one of the docks he happened to overhear a con versation between a captain of a ship and a policeman. "Well, captain," said the policeman, "your man has been arrested and it will probably be a week before the judge will turn him loose again." "That puts me in a devil of a hole," the captain replied, "I must leave In two hours and have only two men on board.” Waldon stepped over to the men. "Are you the captain, sir?” "I am—what about it?" "You need a man." "Yes, sir. Do you want the Job?" "Yes, sir. Where are you bound for?” •’Samoa." "When do you sail?" "In two hours." "All right, I shall be with you In half an hour," Waldon said and huuried back to the club. Two hours later the schooner Isabella weighed anchor. Harry Waldon was on board, with a capital of £5 In his pocket, all he owned in the world. He left behind him a debt of £754 and his name. On the ship’s papers he appeared as Sam Riley. Four years had passed. In front of a cabin Old Tali wras busy cooking flsh, while the pretty Faruma was working on , ft mat close to her. "It is nearly sundown and your husband has not yet returned. The flsh is almost done. Do you know where he is? "Oh, yes," Faruma answered with a lit tle sigh, "the big steamer came in this morning, and he went down to speak to white friends. Oh, Tali, you have met so many people, do you believe that my husband can still love me. I am always afraid that some day the big steamer will carry him away from me back to his old home." "My dear little Faruma, you know I do not like the white men. They are false and deceitful. They slew my husband be cause he would not let them make love to me and they also killed my son, your fa ther. But, Faruma, your husband is not as the others. I believe that he loves you and will never leave you." "Why do you believe that?" "Because he left his home never to re turn. He does not like his own people be cause some one among them has caused him great sorrow." "Oh, Tali! You are so wise, do you think that it was a man or a woman who made him leave?" Tali did not answer; she heard footsteps coming nearer. It was Sam Riley, who "(imp hank The next morning Sam Riley again went down to the beach. When he was alone he took a paper from his pocket. He read once more a paragraph In the personal column. It ran thus: "Harry Waldon left London on March 7, 1887, and was last seen In Sydney In 1SD0. Nothing has been heard of him since. As his father has died, his sisters are anxious to communicate with him. A targe reward will be paid to any one who will send his present address to the In formation bureau "Light" In Melbourne,” Harry Waldon was greatly excited. The past which he had tried to forget had again come back. His father dead. A great fortune must be waiting for him. He could have millions If he would re turn. In his thoughts he saw the old castle Rannock In Scotland Illuminated In his honor; he heard the baying of hounds and the trampling of horses. But he would have to leave Samoa and Faruma. Was the money worth such a sacrifice. He loved Faruma and knew that she loved him with all the fervor of her great, honest, trusting heart. Why should he make her unhappy. He rested his head In both hands and then dropped .ie paper. Then a soft hand touched his, he looked around and saw Faruma. “Why are you sad, my beloved? Has the big boat brought you bad news?” “Yes, Faruma, my father Is dead.” "Why did you not tell me last night? Is not your Joy my Joy and your sorrow mine? Will you turn back to that great country across the sea? Your father has left you much gold and you will be a great man among the white people." "Yes, Faruma. he has left me much gold and land and many servants.” Faruma's eyes filled with tears. "Oh, I knew It would come. You will go back on the next boat and you will soon forget your Faruma." "What would you think of me, Faruma, if I did that?" I "I would think that you were cruel as the other white men, that I was not good enough for you and that you were too handsome and great for a little dark girl ! tike me, but I would not think so very ! long." I She pointed toward the water and whispered: ■ "The sea is close by and the sharks ire hungry and their teeth are sharp.” Harry Waldon looked at her and looked into her sad, childlike face beaming with love. He put hts arm around her waist snd kissed her red lips. , “No, Faruma,” he said. "I shall never jo back to the white men’s country." 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