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CHAPTFl; 1.
A plowing September uiornmg was
flouring its gohh " light through the upcn
window a morning room or study, m
the eastern wiiii.' of a picturesque old
house standing half way up a hillside iu
im of the Midland shires. A background
uf beech tw- framed in it mellow red
bri. k walls, ami Is-PTe it lay a wide, un
dulating plain, loan colored, and bound
ed by distant dim blue h'il.
A plcasanter room i-ouid arit l1
found, though the furniture w a old-faslo
loiied, the curiam and carpet faded. The
luiy window opened on a terrace, below
u hi- U were pleasure grounds, and in its
r-" stood a table, spread with dainty
lima ami delicate silver-the remains of
the breakfast and a ase of hot-house
liowers. from a o.iiservatory into which
a glass door uduiitti-d.
Tli- sole iiputit was a gentleman, a
slight- elegant hkiiij tuan of tliiny or
upward, with silky, wavy dark liair and
fcMiu.i biusijclie. and an unmistakable air
if distinction.
A ii)t- of Inters lay Irt-side him. while
lie had pushed away Ins (date to make
room for a book, which he was !iidyiii
!; iin ntly with deep iulerent.
1 i"' !it!y he raised his eyes "eyes of
inoM ::nlioly blue" and liH.ked upon the j
i).,iiiy liin.lMUie wlihh lay liefore him.
Hut lus vision was evidently dirertet to
some jar distant object, and after a tuo
iiieni's thminlit, he took np a pencil and
I'i'Saa to m -ribble calculation on the back
ui it le'ter.
Ve," he luurtiiureii. "if it ran be car
ried out, 1 shall be a free loan." Then
opening the letter on nhii h he had been
Taw liiii;. he turned over a page or two
covered with suiall. linn writing, and read
fclowly :
'I shall do iiothini: alnint a Wf-ond triin-
1e until after your festivities.
ran the j
liantsrapn he had sdeetel. Ivesiden.
every one is away at this season. Need
I stiy I have perfect junhdence in you?"
He folded it tip and put it under an
plastir liiid, which held some other let
ters toL-ether. and tearing the envelope
into u;::itite fragments, threw them into
the Kiiste-piipiT Uisket beside him.
A f did ho, a aoft iudistin-t winnd
from uu adjoiuini; riMmi the door into
which stood open eaught his ear. le
paused and listenerl. The faint rtistlimj
drew tieaivr, ami a pleasant voii j;an
to sins in a low tone, as if the ainger
thought in Hong. The lisfeuer !eaied to
n-eognize the music or the voice. His
fat"e briehteiied: he half rose from his
eat. but rextimeil it, as if he wished to
bear more. The next moment a lady
walked through the doorway and stopited
opposite to him.
' A young lady, tall and slight, though
round and graifful: she was simply dress
d in a maize-eolored print and a pretty
wnxiin and lac- apron tied with brown
ribhfn, a sash of the same marked her
shapely waist, and tan pumtlets hid her
hands, one of which held a large garden
h-.it adorned with a couple of pale-pink
chryf'Hitheiiiuins. The face it had shaded
was fair and fresh, and lighted by a -ou-file
of large dark -gray eyes eyes, lashes,
eyebrows, all dark, compared to the light
brown hair that curled in a munll fringe
o?er her brow, and was gathered neatly
back into a large knot.
She gazed for nil instant in frank nmnze
ment at the gentleman, w ho rose to greet
her then a iiiick. bright smile curved
her nil lipisil. kindly mouth, nnd made a
little cMiiettish interrogative dimple in
one i-heok. as she cried: .
"Why, how- hen did you come, sipiire?
We ail fancied you we're in Scotland."
"Well, you see I am not." he returned,
advancing toward hvt w ith an outstretch
ed band, in which she placed hers. "And
what are yon doing, I should like to know,
invading my premises in this burglarious
fashion?"
"You know very well I always come to
the library for any books I may w ant, and
'by your leave,' too. Vou're such an ab
sentee yon ought not to be surprised if
thieves did break through and steal."
"No, I am not in the least surprised,"
with emphasis.
'Well, I was. a little, when I found the
library window open," resumed the young
lady, "but I thought Mrs. Storer wan
having a thorough cleaning, so walked
in, and, imagining she was in the room.
"Unearthed the master: I shall accept
your coming, as a good omen." His hand
some, though somewhat worn, face was
aglow with pleasure as he spoke, but her
eyes were attracted to the pile of letters
and the open book, and she did not notice
him.
"I arrived quite unexpectedly last night,
to the great disgust of my few faithful re
tainers," he went on. "Do you know, I
have been planning great things? things
that will rejoice you, ma belle Leouore."
"Pray, don't give oie my long name,"
he exclaimed, with a pretty impatient
iod "It always reminds me of that hor
rid raven tapping at the chamber door.
What are your great things?"
"Dorrington and Isabel are coming to
lay with me, and the HatTeys, Algy Bal
four. Mrs. ltntlivcu and a lot more and
' I am going to give a big ball to the no
bility, gentry, and even the cads, of the
surrounding country."
"No. really V" with evident delight, "yon
are quite charming for thinking of such
thing."
"I am glad your estimate of me coin
cides with that of society in general."
"How awfully conceited you are, squire,
bnt I am glad Ladr Dorrington is coming,
ad I shall be delighted to dance at your
ItalL, Now I mutt go. How late you
arc The breakfast thing still on th
table?" and glancing at the book as aha
walked to the window, "What ara jour
indies? Chemistry T Who art ye go
ing to paiaeaT I did not think yew war
MtoatMc."
"Nor aa I; 1 aas only atadent of hn
smi aatara. Bat tm't yo waat a baak?
1C aja ftaa asai, sti I wul turn H
far yasj. i
f 3 f i. '111 A i 1 uwe .,f Pope. I hJ
I
-Xmmnu
vat-
Tv fu A1 A, l -
llspU?.-
with Mr. M inion about a is. tbe
iae of the liif k,' and i wai.t to pro,
uiyef ri;;ht."
"Ah!" a ! g draw n "ah." "1 he J.ere?
Well, find jour bo..k, and I will ort
you back."
lie guthr-d up bis pii r. thru-1 :!.
into a biircau, which he lM-ked, and rain:
bis Valet.
His visitor returned to the library, a
large koiiiIkt apartment -rtidti with a
faint delightful odor of Kusxiu leather,
and from one of the well -tilled sluhe
M b-, ted a !k. Then putting on her hat.
she pasjw-d thrnugU the g!as door by
Kit h i-he had entered, and sttmd gazii;;;
at the ide laiidHjie UiMe from the
terrace.
"All this sems tattle enoui:h after con
tinental wetiery," said the s.juire. joining
her.
"It lias a gn at harm for me. Tin re is
a sense of life, and fn-edoin. and ch rftil
ness in Kaglish iandscajH' that you i arv
ly eer tind elsjwhere." She deie-ended
the steps to the graveled path lieiieath as
she sjs.ke. her coniauiou following, and
coming up bej-ide her.
"on have preserved a large amount of
patriotism, in spite of your long sojourn
abroad."
"I have: yet I love ienuany, too. I was
very happy there."
"Were you ever unhappy?" he asked,
with a slightly contemptuous uplifting
of his brow s.
"Well. no. I do not think I ever was. I
have been very, very ttony for the trouble
of my friends, but not on my own ac
count." So talking, they walked across the
pleasure grounds, and through a gate
which admitted them to a wide, park like
stretch of pasture, lsirdered at one side
by a btripof woodland into w hich the path
led. Soon the ground began to slope
steeply down to a shallow valley, at the
bottom of which ran a small rapid river,
chafing and murmuring among big, black,
wet stones, and leaping gayly over an
abrupt ris ky barrier, some few hundred
yards above, where they struck upon the
streum. A narrow, hy-grow u bridge
spanned the fall, turning toward which
they came in sight of a low. irregular
house, or rather cottage, on the opiositc
side.
"How thoroughly Kuglish this looks,"
said the squire. "It ia Arcadiau; but you
will be awfully Isired after awhile, and
the sight of your alsjde reminds me I
have not asked for Mrs. L'Kstrnnge."
"She is quite well, and will be very
pleased to see you."
"Ard I shall be only too glad to trouble
you willi my presem-e; but not this morn
ing. 1 have a pile of letters to answer,
and nil appalling amount of arrangements
to make, til short. I ought not to have
come so far afield with juii."
"You are a voluntary truant," she re
turned, pausing on the bridge.
"That I acknowledge. Now I have
seen you to the edge of your ow n territory.
I will ay giNjil-by. If I come and leg a
cup of coffee about eight or nine this even
ing. I suppose I shall not lie barred out?"
"If the dour is hs ked we will let you
in thi' uigli the window."
, He bowed, and raising his soft felt hat
w ith easy grace, stood looking after her as
she walked away with a smooth, light
step down the path w hich led toward the
cottage.
Clifford Ma ratten, the squire of Eves
leigh. was one of the fortunate individuals
sometimes described as having been "Isirn
with a silver spoon in his mouth." He
had (succeeded his father while still a
schoollm ; the savings of his minority
enabled him to start clear of all incum
brances hen he came of age, and the
sixteen or seventeen years which had
since elapsed had Is-en diligently occupied
by him in creating fresh ones.
He had lived with lKiundlesa extrava
gance and self-indulgence. He had done
everything, seen everything, exhausted
everything possible for a gentleman whose
character was still fair, whose popularity
was undiminished. Hankers and city men
knew that his lauds were heavily mort
gaged; but society, os yet. only admired
his magnificence, without doubting his'
solvency.
Kveslcigh had seen little of its master
of late yeans, but in his boyish days, and
for some time after attaining his major
ity, Marwlen bunted and shot in due sea
son at Kvesleigb.
His near neighbor and relative was
Colonel L'Estrange of Brookdale, the cot
tage just described.
The beauty of the site had probably
induced the builder of Kvesleigh House
to place that edifice on the verge of the
estate, for the stream above mentioned
was its boundary on this side. The farm
and residence of Krookdale had been pur
chased by the squire's great-grandfather,
who settled it on bis only daughter. This
lady had married a penniless soldier of
good family. Colonel IV Estrange was her
grandson.
He had married in India, and soon after
his return home, his delicate wife died
somewhat suddenly, leaving him a baby
girl of about five years old. The colonel,
a grave, taciturn man, old for his years,
and unsociable in habits, lived on in his
humble home, finding consolation In sport,
and looked np to the young Squire of
Kvesleigh as a mighty hunter, an unerring
shot.
When Leonora, or Nora IEstrange,
who was a pet and plaything with ber
cousin, had reached her tenth year, her
father suddenly discovered she was too
old to be left entirely with her nurse. Of
a boarding school he would not hear, and,
in short, the only solution to the difficulty
which found favor in bis eyes, was imme
diate marriage with a pretty, pale, timid
girl, the orphan daughter of a former
friend, whom be found in a lependent po
sition, as companion to a rich old maiden
lady, in the neighboring cathedral town
of Oldbridge.
The new Mrs. L' Estrange was barely
twelve yeara older than ber step-daughter,
abd the Oldbridge goaaip prophesied that
the young lady would be too much for her
fatWa wife.
Bnt, by aome myaterioua influence of
sympathy or mitual comprehension, they
drew to each other. Indeed, the M Mraa
did n4 heeiUte to aay that her yeaag lady
waa ncmsftri be wit chad, aad, for bar
fM. wm fra to cewiea Matt tt
U tak-
-n ;i w ,!(, ... n, . ui.e i,, r
llowei.-r. mv! I.l .ir.t.ge laii?,,
oi si oi I n! o M'ifie tleriiiijii l.r.ttt i.
- i:n- -I i!ii "j 'aii at. broiiut on . !aii4
ttie i.'i p i,4 i!.e r.ver. -!, i . re
n. e !i, . , i,,.w ri i (i I l-y : :.
oi!i.-s danj.lii.-r. l,.Ti,ud the r-a. n -. li.i
br, '- g-e.s'p. i I. f.,r r"i s-Uis U-i k'j.m
to Lou-.. '.. N-i :i -.k Jale for seieral
years.
He n already half forgotten whea
tli a.i pars aiitioi i,,,) b:s dcaiii at
Ir-s.!e..
Hi- w idow . .:it ;.tie.l to rlde abn.a 1
li:c tenu for !.! lirts-k lale bad b-ea
t ,,!. imj.I I. .id o ,;v r.-'eried. ..
her owi, ,nd L r sti p dm,.:it.-r. m tLe
pre.-e.!,i)g spring.
The la lie, of r,r.k lale bud liLisli-d
tin ir n.iddai iiie::l. which was lure iieon to
their lie'.-!,'.'..! , ;,((,! dilitter lJ Ho l..s, v,
t. aching a depressed b.,.l.itig I a. hshuud.
I.:ifle 1 Vat nee. Nora's hall sisVr. n
W liU out -turued toes, to beg. V. hen a Ueat
parlor unud ojs nd the door and said:
"If yon pl.HM-, uia'aui, Mr. Wiutou is
in the drawing roiu."
Mrs. IEstrange rose from her seat a
if to join him. but Nora cried:
"We had Uti., ask !i!:a m here. II,
has bei-n shootii.g. I KupioM-, and you
niay be sure be is hungry."
"1 will go and fet. h him!" exclaimed
Ilea, jumping uj and letting the biseiin
with which she had ta-eii bribing the
Iiach fall uu the arj t as she rush-,j
away. She was a delicate little cp-at ir
of s'veii or eight, with lug. dark eyes,
and fair hair, uu idle, cleier. willful luoii
key, wiili whom her mother strove m
vain to be strict, and who iuiioRed a
god deal oil her slep-sistet,
"ilea is quite excited." said M;ss E'Es
t range, laughing, and In-fore the Mother
i-ouid reply the child returned, leading by
the haini a tall, lai'ge-fraii.ed man oi per
haps six and thirty or more, tanned by ex
sistire to the sun and wind a ib-evpcr re I
brown tl.an was beaiiiniiig. wilh thick,
short sandy hair, and light, gray, stein
c.n-s. lie wore a sinstiiig jacket and
klliekerloi Let s.
"1 feel I am an intruder." he s.aid. sliak
ing hntnU with Mrs. I. 'Estrange and then
Willi Nora. "I did hot intend to be so
e-nly. I heard jmi were in town this
morning, and calculated on charing your
luncheon, hour, but the birds are v.ij
Wild, or 1 UUK less lie. than ll-IKll, alld
got over the ground quicker."-
"We will forgive you," returned Mrs.
IEstrange, with a friendly smile, "and 1
dare say. if you have not already lunched,
you begin to feel the in-ed of something to
eat."
"Thanks, no. 1 had some sandw h-hes an
hour ago."
"Still, a biscuit and a glass of iherry."
suggested Nora, insinuatingly.
"Are not to l- despised." replied Win
ton, (Inuring a chair to the table, while
one fair hostess (smred out his wine and
another brought the biscuit tin. '
"May I have some of the pretty brown
feathers from those birds you left in the
hall, for my doll's hat?" asked Ilea.
"I dare say your mamma will give them
to you: 1 brought the birds for her. Were
you in Oldbridge, too. Miss I, 'Estrange V"
he coiit inued, looking up quickly, as bhe
offered him the biscuit.
"No, I have spent an idle, unprofitable
morning, dreaming over the letters I was
pretending to w rite."
"Oreaming! I thought you were far too
practical to dream. What were you dream
ing about '!"
"The coming ball; the glories of Mrs.
Ruthven and her jewels."
"Who is going to give a ball?" in a sur
prised tone.
"f lifford Marsden."
"Why. he is, (!od knows where!"
is at Kvesleigh. Come into the
drawing room, and I will tell you all
atiout it."
Here Miss Ben was carried off by her
German governess, not without loud re
monstrances nnd reproaches addressed to
Winlon. who was always on the side of
authority.
To be continued I
Solillcrsi IVxir Cooks.
In those Crlinenn d;iys our "olilh t
had no know ledge of ccxikitig. U-ing in
tliltt reM'ct far behind the I'tein h ;iti.
Turks. lint even luid our ineii bo.oi
perfect ctwiks. iliey woiiM have had h'lt
little opiMirtnuity of exercising tlndr
skill. Camp kettles Mcroiss lat K.tl-
aiiiita Eay n lieu the troop lainli il. i i
the iroirtion of one to live men. No ,
Uie kettle would oXik fresh but not
salt meat for five men, ns more water
Is mjti'.reil to extract the brine from
salt meat than the kettle could hold,
nnd. moreover, this number, live, repro
Rented nothing then, nor docs It now.
In our regimental cyHteips.
Mont of the kettles had been droie,I
at the Alma, or in the sulmi-quom
march, and the sobltcrH were reduced
for all cooking pnrKen to the mess 'In
which each man carried on his back.
These were Inadequate. The lid. per
haps, wan most prized, for when the
body Is wet aril cold there Is a craving
fir a hot drink, ami It took lew time
and fuel to roast the green coffee har
ries in the lid than to boll the salt mo:it
In the body of the tin. It had not oc
curred to any one In the department
then reHpJinsible for our coiiiinlssari.it
that to make a mug of coffee out of
green berries, roasting' and grinding
apparatus was essential, and till Jan
uary. when some roasted coffee was
landed, our men might be dally seen
pounding, with stoues or round shot,
the berries In a fragment of exp!iIi-l
shell. Sir Evelyn Wootl, In the Fort
nightly Keview.
Itratn Versus Capital.
There still lives In rhll,id"lphh, nf
the age of 70 years, Frank . Ie
champs. the Inventor of artificial legs..
It was over fifty years ago when Mr.
Deschamps, then an apprentice., was
asked by his master to see what he
could do for a foppish Freuchinuii
who bad lost a leg. At that time only
wooden pw 're known, ami the
Frenchman was disatlafled with tltis
by no means elegant sulmtitule. In
two days young Descbamps had finish
ed a complete model of an artificial leg.
with every movement of the natural
limb duplicated. His master had It
patented, and It yields blm a fortune.
Deachampa waa paid DO cents for bla
larention.
Better one bit at forty of Truth's
Mttar rind tbaa ta hot wtae that
guabad froaa tko tlatatft at tweaty-
LowaSL
ttorrvJ laiimt .i. of f -r a t ' 1 t
a
Two Guardian Angels.
ft? f f f e e?f f ? f f ef ?f f eee?f f ee eei
ii.VT bsk
at me so
irnestly. Madge. 1
in't U-ar it. 1 know I
am wrong, and that ev-
TifanjS ery worn you unci
ffN OfiHfr comes with the double
fjy vXu forcefulness of truth."
"Ah. then, ymi are not
r.i'r(AN this terrible gamlding
: ! tleiid. Hi. Keg, give me
au earnest of your Udief
rlgbtfuluess of
rl u J my words! rri'iuise me
to give up betting for
ever," and once tnoiv
her little hand was placed lovingly in
bis. ami she looked into his face be
seechingly. Keg Weliingford. her lover, bad said
right. He could not bear to look iisto
her anguish s'tickeii. pleading face.
Her every word cut him. Hut she did
not upbraid, even by insinuation. Her
tones Were full of tenderness. She
pleaded with an intensity of live. Her
very soul w as tacked when she t bought
of her lover's danger. And Keginald
loved Madge.
"Madge," said he. suddenly taking ber
In his arms, and kissing her upturned
lips fervently, "Madge, you have con
(juered. You are my little guardian
angel, now, as always. I will, for you.
sake, as well as for my own. give up
lietting forever. After next week's
meeting, the turf shall know tue do
more."
"Hut why wait until then. ilegV"
"My engagements are all made,
and "
"Well, afterwards, then. oh. my
darling! thank you so much for your
promise. Now I know that nothing can
ever come bctwifti us," Mini Madge
caressed his hand lovingly. 'Int.
Keg." she continued, "I have something
else to say. Arc you quite sure that
Kieutird Stone Is your friend?"
"How? I don't understand."
"Well. Keg. I-I don't know, only I
don't like him. He has always given
me the Impression that he was deceit
ful. nnd that he was simply using you
for his own purposes."
"What purpose can Stone have?"
"Shall I Is- frank. Keg? Weil-well,
he he loves me, and proposed to me
last night "
"Impossible! Why, no. knew that you
and 1 were already engaged."
"Yes. but but be pointed out that
that you were Is-itig rapidly ruined on
the turf, and -and "
"The scoundrel!" exclaimed Iieg. bis
brow clouding.
"And when I told him that t:i.v life's
mission was mat oi your gtinnnaii an
gel, as you so often call me, lie Im-cuihc
very angry. He said that soon you
would be penniless, and that then your
sense or honor would compel you to
set me free, and "
"And so It would."
"And his face, Keg! Oh, If you could
have seen the look of hatred which
passed over It when I told hltn that 1
was yours now and forever! Hut bo
cannot injure you, Keg, can her'
Injure me! No, j-t. Don't fill your
mind with any more harassing
thoughts. Next week, my gambler's
life shall cease, arid I will endeavor to
make myself worthy of my guardian
angel," and he stooped and kissed ber
once more.
On leaving her house. Keglnabl Wel
iingford liccame lost In thought. He
bad left Madge behind, but her Image
followed hint. He saw now more clear
ly than ever bow reckless he had been.
A cloud of revelation seemed to have
burst over blm. 15ut be had ut last
given bis promise, and made Madge
happy! Why, then, was he so inward
ly iwrturbed? There was one thought
which was even now burning Itself luto
bis very soul. His pulse quickened and
bis brain throbbed in consequence of it.
What had be done? Why, In a moment
of insane folly, be bad staked his all
upon the favorite for the coming event.
Rendered reckless by heavy louses, be
bad made this plunge In the hope of
redeeming himself. And now be real
ized what the following week really
meant to him. Should Sultan win
well! Hut If he grew hot, and bla
brain reeled tinder the contemplation
If the favorite loat? Or eat heavens!
He would be ruined, beggared, pcnnl
lessl Further, he would have to re
nounce' Madge hla darling, bis Idol.
What fiend bad blinded blm to these Is
auea before? Would to God be bad
allowed bla guardian angel to prevail
sooner I Bnt but Saltan moat win. Ko
powerful seemed the possibility of bis
failure, however, that Bog would fain
have ru away from bla own tboagbta.
PreotnUb' fco waa accosted try a voice
be knew wait.
c. - i m linn "
v'h ! Ik
"Well, Weliingford. they tell me you
have a heavy pile
What's your fancy';
"Sultan, of course,
he must win. oh.
on for the race.
You know, Stone,
heavens! he must
w in."
Stutie was not slow to perceive the
remarkable anxiety in Weliingford.
"Keen plunging, eh?" he asked.
"All I have. Ills defeat means bank
ruptcy for me."
Kichurd Stone winced, nnd the cor-
j ners of his mouth twitched as though
he were endeavoring to suppress au in
ward chuckle of delight.
"Hope It will come off. my boy. but
-but I'm a bit doubtful. Astoria, the
second favorite, takes my fancy. In
fact. I've backed her rather heavily.
Well, ta,ta;seeyou later." and Itlchard
Stone jumped Into a hansom and was
driven rapidly away. As he leamsl
back in the cab, bis mind was com
pletely occupied. He never saw the
shops, the pedestrians, the tralllc-any-thlng.
He was scheming. Deliberate
ly formulating a scheme for his friend's
ruiu. Sultan must lose. Weliingford
would be a beggar, and and Madge
Telford would be free. Reginald out of
the eligible, lie could Woo and win her.
The result was worth an infinity of risk.
Mopping bis cab, lie gave7 fresh Instruc
tions to the driver. An tiour afterward
lie was in the train. Tim Welter, the
ji key w ho was to ride Sultan, resided
on the outskirts of the training town.
Stone, the tempter. Hie treacherous
friend, had business with him.
Within two hours of his arrival he
was closeted with Tim. All the du
plicity, the craft and concentrated cun
ning of his nature was ex Tiised qmu
the trusted Jockey, In order to Induce
him to "pull" Sultan, Cor a long time
1 uu resented the tempters advances i
with honest Indignation.
"Har accidents." said he, "Sultan will
win: but he'll have to gallop for all he's
worth to beat Astoria.""
Stone increased his bribe.
"Your task will !e all the easier,"
said be, "if Astoria can run him so
closely on their merits. Twenty-live
hundred dollars, Welter, cash down.
Your promise to pull Sultau, and the
money Is yours at once."
Things bad gone badly for Tim of
late. The money! What could he not
do with it? "Take It, you fool!" whis
s-red a tempter from within. For a
moment there was a fierce struggle.
Kight and wrong strove desperately for
the mastery. Then Tim's better self
was overpowered, gagged, and bound
hand and food. Tin- nnuiey!
The money! He must have It. It was
so easy to obtain, lie would consent.
"Mr. Stone," said he. "I have ridden
a straight course all my life. No man
can point to Tim Welter and accuse blm
of of chicanery. liut I -1 will do
what you wish."
Twenty five notes of one hundred dol
lars each quickly changed hands, and
Stone Immediately left for New York.
On b!s arrival he went secretly to work,
laying every penny he possessed on As
toria. Hut when Tim Welter rejoined his
family after that private Interview, his
heart smote hltn. Regret and bitter re
morse already bad their bitter fangs
upon him. Those bank notes, thrust
securely .In ''Is breast pocket, seemed
to have burst Into flame, and Were
burning a passage Into his heart He
could not speak; bis accustomed cheer
fulness had tied. For the first time in
his life he was about to do a dishonest
act
Rut the climax of dejection was reach
ed when bis boy, a child of six years
old, clambered on to his knee and be
gan to emulate bis father.
"(Jee up, Sultan." said the youngster,
as he sal astride Tim's km-e. "Sultan
will win, won't be, dad? You know.
I shall lie there, and you always say
tha( when you catch sight of your little
guardian angel, you can't help but win.
Won't t'ie people cheer you, dad! No
one could ride Sultan like you, could
they? (lee up. Sultan."
Ills prattle pierced Tim to the heart.
And, as be looked Into the lad's face
and saw the beautiful Innocence, hon
esty .and confidence pictured there, he
relented. He would send the money
back. He would ride straight. Then
something whispered that be was a ten
der hearted fool, and tbe struggle tie
gun afresh.
There was no sleep for him that night.
He tossed restlessly about, and could
not abut out that terrible act by which
he waa to earn tbe money be had re
ceived. The next day Tim wandered
Into tbe street He bad not gone far
wben bla boy overtook blm. Tim
scarcely know whore ho waa going. He
walked mechanically. Hooa, bo no
little J.i.k fm.nd themselves on the'
down pli'f oiin of the niiiw;.; vatioti.
Jack r. leas,. 1 l is land from Ids full'-,
er s. and wa.e n etiga.-d p!a '"g '
a l.rrl.r. which exh I.Ho.1 a .b-sire to'
scraj acipiaiii'.'iice wl'h blm Ho"
fi,, c of tb,. , I and d A am iM-'l l:)'
of tln.se who wei e nailing for "''' 'a,a
an 1 among theat lb giual 1 Weliingford.
who had. come down to learn any news
lie c.llbl of the horse llpoll Which he
bad so much depending.
Soon the train was in sight. The pon
derous, snorting steam horse rapidly
drew nearer and iic'-r I.'.ttle Jack at
that moment g:iv cnae t" 'If '' '""
train was eiiteiing the station. Scarcely
anyone could have said how it hapH-u-ed,
but suddenly a bonified shriek
from the spectators rein she air. J" fc
In making a siiat.ii at me dog. stum-
bled. and. tM-f. re any
vent him. he fell from t
to the line in front of
prouching train. It sec
ing short of a miracle i
There was one brave Ii
could pre
, platform on
... rapidly ap--,!
as it noth
,uld save him.
art w illing to
risk it. however. With a hound, ice-i-uald
Weliingford ch ared tin- interven
ing space between him and the child.
A clutch, a sudden tling. then a jub k
jump aside, and linle .lack was literal
ly snatched from the Jaws of death.
Roth were saved.
I'oor Tim swooned ami fell to the
ground, and for a time tie- utmost con
fusion prevailed. Shortly, however,
Reginald was induced to accompany
Tim and the child home. The Jockey
was profuse in his gratitude.
"How can I ever thank yon. sir?" he
asked. "That boy is my idol; he Is my
guardian angel, and has done more to
keep me In a straight course than nil
else besides."
"Has this man. too. a guardian an
gel?'' thought Reginald.
"Yes." said Tim, "1 owe you tnor.
Ihan my life. How can I thank yon?"
i.iuite unconscious of the compact be
tween Tim and Richard Stone, Reg re
1 "Win on Thursday, Tim, and I shall
be repaid. Eose- and -and - I am ruin
ed." (ireat heavens! how those words
haunted Tim. For some time he stared
blankly before him and trembled visi
bly. But there was not much struggling
now. What was the money to hltn In
comparison with the man w ho had risk
ed his life In order to save that of hit
guardiaa child?
"Sultan shall win, sir," said be, "If I
perish in making him."
From that hour, even up to the mo
ment when the Hag fell, those oiiiltioiis
word. "lyse, and I am ruined." surged
through Tim's brain. And when the
race began, that brave act at the station
lent Tim a further stimulus. Never had
he striven as tic strove tuat day. With
spur ami whip, but riding wilh his
bead, he urged the noble and responsive
animal onward. The raiv was entirely
between Sultan and Astoria. Tins .two
ran neck and neck up the straight, and
the excitement was intense. Richard
Stone watched with much exultation
until the post was reached. Here, with
a gigantic effort. Tim fairly flung Sul
tan's head In front of his rival and won
by a neck.
Reginald Weliingford was saved.
Stone was ruined. - Yankee Made.
A I.OK Ciibln In lluiori.
We hear much nowadays about the
college settlements - a practical Chris
tianity devoted to the poor In our great
cities. Somewhat of this naf,i:e Is a
noble enterprise that has Just Im-cu
started In North Carolina. The found
er. Miss Susan Chester, a Yassar grad
uate, Intends to labor among and for
the mountaineers to better their condi
tion, to teach them the beauty of home;
life, to lift them up iipiritually, and to
supplement In every way the work of
ft cbasd nearby, which is open but
four mi nths in the year. Miss Chester
intends to interest some Northern isn
ple in this movement who are accus
tomed to summer at Ashevllle, three
miles distant With some friends,
she will live in a little log cabin, ami.
having studied thoroughly all social
questions, will endeavor to xtend her
Influence throughout the entire com.,
miiulty.
Do Fishes Recollect?
Mr. Keth Creeii, an authority tism
the rearing of fishes, kept In a pond a
large numlsT of trout that bad licen
caught by means of a fly and barbies
hook. The men were ordered to take
them quietly and gently, so that they
bad plenty of time to study the tackle
by which they had been captured. Mr.
Orecn believed the trout never forgot
this experience of theirs. He used
sometimes to walk by the side of the
isind fissllng the fishes, but carrying
behind bis back a cane and a fishing
rod. The trout would follow blm for
bread, and when he suddenly waved
bis cane over them, though startled
at the time, they noon returned for
the food. Presently be would raise
bl fishing-rod. but the moment the
trout saw It they darted to the far
end of tbe pond, nnd remained In bid
ing for the rest of the day.
Itoyalty In a Itsge,
Tbe Ixindon Kcho tell how various
people act when they are angry. The
Prince of Wuice winks his left eye rap
idly; the Emperor of Austria puffs out
hi rhe'ks; the Csar lays bis baud
flat on tbe top of bis head; Mr. t.lad
stone turns swiftly on his heels, as If
executing a volte fare; Mr. Tanner
lays back his head and swears; the Huh.
tan of Turkey draw his hand rapidly
across bis throat; and Mr, Charlca
Mitchell shoots out his (1st suddenly
and forcibly In a horizontal direction.
Hare almost as great poeta, rarer per-'
haps than veritable saints and martyr,
are consummate men of business
Help.
A woman isn't a dyed In the wool
thrifty housekeeper unlaw aba fly.
bar dtafc cloth. r-
