Harrison press-journal. (Harrison, Nebraska) 1899-1905, August 31, 1899, Image 6
wONO OF SKA AND SAIL. M am. alar the shine. tec the m and Ha ships. Vita tb lightness and the brightness JT UW rosin about their Ups; Whu reaching off to seaward, WkM runnlna down to leeward. When beating np to port with the pilot at the lore; When racing down the trade, Or ratchiag half-afraid. With a lookout on the yard for the marks along the shore. New Tork Tribune. GRAN'S OFFERING. The warm September sun shone bright and full on the row of white washed cottages known as "Potter's Place." On every side shrill cries and clatter filled the air. Hoarse Impreca tions, with now and again a vulgar, mirthless laugh, arose from the open doorways, mingled with the hot steamy breath of soapsuds, onions and green water. TJaregenerate and sinewy urchins, in costumes rational enough so far freedom of limb was concerned, settled long-standing differences mercilessly in the dust; while white-headed, noisy babes crowed lustily before the paren tal - habitation, their garments appar ently longer suffering from repeated washing than the son-tanned faces of their owners. The ladies of "Potter's Place,'' in different stages of a process known to them aa "cleaning." whether applied to persons or possessions, screamed commonplaces across their respective palings. Interspersed with Jadldouo threats and warnings to the Olive branches without; while others. either advanced in or indifferent to the execution of domestic duties, solemn ly discussed the probabilities of the re cast dry "Nut tret nor vine," quoth a pleas ant-voiced, rosy-cheeked woman, ad t easing herself la friendly accents to bar neighbor, " t 'eodn't make nur a he'porth o' difference to 'ee, Oran, I tackon The individual for whom these words were Intended raised her quaintly Bight-capped head and nodded know ingly; then, placing her recently emp tied basin on the ground beside her, aba fell to contemplating the result of bar especially bestowed care and at tention. Upon a gentle slope before her, sur rounded by a trailing wreath ef crisp, green leaves, reposed a gigantic mar row. Just this one fruit by some stranfe fate had formed sad ripened on the luxuriant and sturdy plant; but It bad attained such perfect form and enormous proportions that it bad al most served to satisfy its owner no sat matter as a general rule. The harsh Uses that time, discomfort and discon tent had stamped upon the seared old race, half hidden beneath her frilled cap, softened somewhat as she con Jtomplated the lordly produce of her r 'garden patch. "He do be a vine maxrerr continued the pleasant voice In its neighborly tones. "Tha'lt never eat he tn a week Sundays, Gran." - The eld woman looked up sharply; something very like a smile quivered for a minute's space upon her thin, querulous lips. "Bless 'ee," came the shrill pipe of an enterprising yeuih from the roadway. we be a-gain' to eat he at the buryln', we be." It was a harmless remark, seemingly, and might have passed unheeded had not Gran chosen to put a personal ap plication on the event mentioned, as It was deubtless Intended she should. A green, virulent light flashed in her faded eyes, and she made ready to re ply in language worthy of her reputa tion, while the women paused expec tantly m their work, and the children waited In breathless anticipation of the Inevitable. j Still silence! The eyes of the onlook ers wandered from Oraa to the duty Mack coat tails had become risible In that direction, informing the watchers their enrate, the Rev. Frank Hii ba4 turned the eorner of Potter's and was fast approaching. Otaa'e mouth closed with a decided a though the effort had cost her which. Indeed, it had. j It Is a beautiful Idea, the fact of a String of oaths dying away on the lips 1 ef this hardened old reprobate as the clergyman's presence became te her: and It would have been beautiful had not Gran's the first of the list of appli es blankets as usual this winter. Oraa would hare preferred to have re eetved the reverend gentleman in her efcalr by the fireside, for she had her ewn reasons for not wishing to display toe great activity; however, it was too late to beat a retreat at present, and after having satisfied her resentment by thfiV-g her fist at her young tormen tor, she leaned more heavily upon the tick she carried, and moved feebly to ward the gate, starting In somewhat exaggerated surprise when the curate's vetee was beard exclaiming cheerily: That's right, Oran', I'm glad to see iron oat this fine day! The rheumatism is batter, I hope. It in. Isn't itr he be nodded a grudging as- "and I suppose that, under the We are feeling grste- ur H be ownr" to thlccy bliasad drouth." Cx amUsd, ungraciously; "It be r" tt , s It be." 'XJs - s3Ms sstaaioantffWe shadow of ' r ttafe asrsw the yiaag auas mtyvaex'-f V. i r:J r3 baa aswtei Um ' f "f f ' jrM to Che -f-- 1g- . jtytU t; '-:..f "iff r pered old woman, who accepted all mercies as a matter of course, grum bling and sneering at the many bless ings dispensed to ber? Not that he was discouraged or lacking in the faith nec essary for the anticipation of some change in this erring but venerable soul, but It had occurred to him. as he looked compassionately down at the feeble, tottering old body before him, that perhaps, even today, the time might be growing short in which the earthly regeneration of Gran must be accomplished. Doubtless If the old lady had been able to give vent to ber feelings in a few carefully chosen words before his arrival he might have met with a more inviting reception. Had it occurred to her to ask herself why her pastor should lend an ever- willing and sympathetic ear to the re lation of her woes, she would have at tributed It. doubtless, .to want of wits on his part, arguing, in all probability, that, as this meek -spirt ted, easy-going Individual had been established In some vague sort of way, to do his duty by such as she, she might as well avail herself of his services. Just as she would have no scruple In drawing water from the village pump. . Some times, indeed, she had wondered that he made no effort to assert himself, or, growing tired ef extending the helping hand she bow looked upon as a riant made no attempt to throw off the yoke which had grown in proportion to that of the Old Man of the Sea. "But drot itr she exclaimed In burst of confidence to her neighbor, there's them as sort o' vansy It, Mess 'ee, and nam a one o they vpstartlsh gentry 'oed get to heaven ef so be It warnt fur us poor folk. Te sum up her estimation In a few words, the parson was but a poor crea ture at best; but what would be expect ed from one who was apparently unable to see through the most barefaced of her little tricks and devices T Today her list of woes was grievous and plentiful She felt sure that the messenger had helped nerseii rreeiy from the generous weekly basket sup plied ber from the vicarage. The pud ding had net suited the remarkable style of digestion peculiar to herself, of which pro etas she Included a de tailed account; also It was evident that the annual distribution of gaankets would not take place till so late In the year that she was sure the poor bodies would be starved with cold before they came into their property. Her visitor proposed to see Into the matter. they coals, sir," she added, with a plaintive wall of mingled injury and indignation, "ef so be the kind la dles as vound thlc there coal money was to hear on the sinful waste e' they cooled Coal," she continued scorn fully, "po more o coal than thlccy chunk o' rock." The curate expressed his sorrow, but Oran was not so easily checked. It was not for her to say where the fault lay, but they that had the spending of the money should knew best. "Bv've a sight o' vine doin's to look to, sir," she added, with self-conscious resignation, "wl'out heedln' the trou blee on the likes e us poor folk." "Oran!" came a sharp voice of indig nation from the gateway. "Gran, you wicked old woman, how dare yon say such abominably ungrateful things!" Then as the speaker, entering the wicket, approached them, she added: "It's a wonder you aren't struck dumb en the spot, indeed It is. At any rate, you may be sure If a not for the want of deserving It" Gran gave a shamefaced little cour tesy as these words fell unexpectedly upon her ear, and at the same time the curate lifted his hat, to all appearances shocked, if not a little pained. It was a pity," he thought that Is, she was so very pretty, htias Doreen Rivers & ml working so energetically In the parish, too; but hew could she expect these poor souls to learn to con trol their tongues If she made no effort to control her own language? Still Gran accepted the reproof with sur prising meekness, even though it were possible that the visitor's open basket suggested the best tea and other luxur ies. Tet the loes of a tongue was a somewhat sobering prophecy even to Gran. "Bless "ee, miss, I meant nnr harm," she faltered apologetically, "though t aint for the like o' I say nur a word ag-in " "No Gran," remarked Miss Rivers with emphasis, "It certainly Is not, and so I think yon had better keep silent la the future," The curate frowned. She was hard on these poor souls, he thought he had half suspected It for some time had even received Insinuations from the people themselves In respect to her Inflexibility upon a matter ef pawned coal tickets. To come among these humbled cottage folk and fall to help aad cheer them was unsatisfactory enough, but to bully the long-suffering creatures during her visit the idea waa Intolerable. He must speak to the young woman on the subject, aad at the first opportunity. Not a very pleas ant ordeal, be considered. On the whole he might here found it easier If her eyes bad not been such a very trustful sort ef blue." "Bf so be as I've said aught to of fend the gentleman" began Oraa hi a low, mumbling voice. "Ton are sorry," tnterropted bliss Rivers quietly. "Wen, there's one thing, Oraa, yow words are not of tet avail, or It wows be pretty hard on year friends aad aacbiiianamg, ra afraid." Here the spirt ir gars aa b rmstlhU tttUa abaOa, wtte the yefettowatlwwrtstrfcard tat Mai KttttlClPt T . C13 fcj lt?t rrf C-t U of feeling la her tones. "Wouldn't you like to do something to pi ease him, for once?" The old woman glanced at them shrewdly. She half-suspected a plot. "Come to the harvest thanksgiving on Sunday," continued the speaker per suasively. "Surely you've something you are grateful for?" Her eye roved around the tiny garden in search of in splratlon. "He do be a vine marrer," murmured Gran, following the direction of her glance. "It la Indeed." agreed Hiss Rivers admiringly. "Well, then, your beauti ful marrow." The curate thought it advisable to sist her at this point. It was by no means a high-minded suggestion that Oran should ge te church In order to please him, or that, once there, she should proceed to give thanks for the solitary vegetable that graced her gar den; but after all Miss Rivers had made some headway, and that was ev ery thing with Gran. He resolved to carry off the situation as lightly as pos sible. I know now," he volunteered, with a laugh, "what the poet meant by 'a win seme marrow;' it certainly does Gran credit We return thanks on Sunday,' he continued gravely, "for all such gifts of God the kindly fruits of the snath. in fact." "That he be," interposed the eld wo man excitedly, "he be my marrer. tne fruit o the earth and no mistake.' "It Is really the finest I have ever seen, asserted tne woman vwwr w.u .... . , . . the air of a connoisseur. Gran's eyes sparkled with pleasure "Maybe as I'll come o Sunday aner all." she allowed, graciously. At this Juncture the pleaaant-rnced neighbor, Mrs. Jordan, requested an 1 tervlew with the curate, if beckoning to him by means of the Infant on her arm could be so called. It was now fixed, she Joyfully proceeded to aa Bonnca the master had gracleuely en- sented to the baptism of the baby. It was a victory Indeed; Mr. Jordan bavins- Droved himself se for a very tough customer. Nur could the master do leas, I say. his wife arerred stoutly, -leeta tne lovely robe as the young woman give to the little 'un. An' bur standln' for him herself, so she be God bless her!" Bribery! The curate's eye flashed a swift sad glance of Intelligence toward Doreen. who blushed scarlet. Now would follow the opportunity for the administration of Judicious rebuke. "You seem to have more faith tn the application of the material than the spiritual, Miss Rivers," he observed dryly, when they bad left the cottage far behind them. She was hurt, yet she did not allow htm to perceive It. "It seems to me," she ventured apol ogetically, "that the vulgar mind must be influenced in a vulgar way. He made no reply, though she evl dently awaited one. Should he waste an answer upon her? She had called them vulgar. There remained nothing more to be said. After all, he consider ed, she was a mere child (a very pretty child and not without a certain charm of her own), but unfitted for the work in every way. "But the Jordans," she ventured pres ently as though reading his thoughts, at least we have conquered them after a struggle." "Tea, but by what means?" "It was the only way?" There was a strange pathetic note in her voice that caused hi mto peer into her blue eyes a little anxiously. They were curiously misty he fancied. It was to be hoped she d1! not Intend to cry. Oh, these women helpers, they were mere difficult to mange than a whole parish full of poor folk! Then It flashed across him that she, at least, had succeeded where be had failed, and that he could not do otherwise than confess it like a man. At once Doreen grew radiant. There was no question of tears now. He looked again into her eyes to see If they were still misty In appearance. It would be as well to know, for future refer ence should the occasion arise. Doreen, not understanding his mo tive, blushed undeniably. Even now he found himself unable to decide this Important question, and forthwith fell to wondering whether she was aware of his views respecting the marriage of clergy? Perhaps It would be only fair to let her know that he, for one, had devoted his whole heart to his work, and that the accom plishment of his duty was, and always would be, his first ambition and object in life. After all, there was plenty of time yet to tell ber this. She would not take an Interest in him as quickly One thing was certain, be must break himself of -that absurd curiosity re specting her eyes. Meanwhile, what was It he had wished to say to her? But there ' waa no mention of her harsh treatment of her parishioners that day! On the afternoon before the eventful Sunday, Oran, leaning upon the arm of her kindly neighbor, Mrs. Jordan, took a trial trip to the church. The quaint old figure, la ber funeral bonnet aad gala shawl, having passed through the porch, surveyed the Interior of the building with breathless Interest not unmixed with awe. Out from the im pressive gloom meases of fragrant blos soms brightened the quaint oak oarv lag, while aartumn fruits hi every shade ef gold aad russet, neaped saaotly from the sxlllfaUy fashioned nests of moss aad leaves. Ftowers of the field, gath ered by the hamate fiagert of the poor. the ehl gray stonework, while petals from the crystal h oases at Oat waaltklsr sMigbhors Cm tatUsf the U4 with glory. 1 te teofchs' (or the But these vegetables bad not as yet scea assigned to their place of honor. Thy lay together with Gran's, which bad beea carefully Initiated, In a con tused heap in the porch, where the cheery voice of the vicar was plaluiy audible holding a curiously one-hided conersallon with some person unteen. To what glorious distinction might not this wonderful marrow obtain? With a detaining band on ber companion's arm, Gran drew back into the shadow to listen. Perhaps she might even uar It said that the Lord had deigned to accept her offering! Who could tell? "It's not the least use. Miss Rivers," the vicsr was saying. "I really cannot have the church turned Into a green grocer's shop, and an indifferent gran grocer's at that" . Here a woman's voice made I 'self beard protesting faintly, but the manly tones continued: "Didn't you know what was overheard In the church laet year? Some woman, a dissenter, too, of all people, likened the place to a big advertisement for seeds. Scandalous, wasn't 1L f And it really won't do, you know. It really won't do at all" But the vegetables are sent by the poor," pleaded bis listener s voice soii ly. "Well. It can't be helped." was the de cided answer. "The ehurcb cannot be made Into a market garden to please any amount of poor people. John" in wed known acceats of command "put all the absurd vegetables Into a wheel barrow and cart them down to the hos pital with my compliments. I do de chy' he added In confidential ones, "that tboy would like to fill the whole place with green stuff if I didn't diaw the line somewhere. As it Is, the effect of our fixe breaawork is entirely lost among the flowers." "And on Sunday." ventured the soft gently, "we are going to thank God for His flowers as well as our sotves for our brasswork." The vloar glanced sharply at the speaker, but the eyes that met hlaaspze were purely, trustfully oiue, ana me face upturned to his Innocent as a flow er. No sarcasm could have been in- tended Doreen Rivers was but a child! The marrows bad disappeared In the direction of the hospital, when Gran crept silently from the porch leaamg heavily on the arm of her friend. "Tha'lt do It fine tomorrow, Gran." quoth Mrs. Jordan, alluding to the walk. I bain' t agoln' to try," observed Gran oracularly. "He've eyes and ears, Zar ah, same as I have, baln't 'e?" Mrs. Jordan signified that this was the case. 'Then 'ee see what come o' my mar rer." There was something so bitterly resigned about Gran's tones that her companion grew nervous. 'Do 'ee cuss a bit now. Gran." she suggested tenderly; "maybe food ease ee like!" "Cuss!" exclaimed Gran In accents of tragic scorn; "cuss, Zarah! where ood I vind the blessed language for It?" And Mrs. Jordan could make no sug gestion. It chanced that Miss Rivers and the curate met again at the cottage of their protege some few daya later. Frank Hilton, his brow clouded by the knowl edge of failure and disappointment, was listening with almost superhiiraan patience to Gran's shrill tirade. 'Aye, there be places enough for the gentle-folk In thlc there church," Bhe was exclaiming in her high-pitched treble as Doreen entered, "but nur a corner fur the like o' I. Nur a eor ner." she continued, scarcely pausing to take breath. "The rich folks' fruits is hung high enow. The ladles aa dance arould wl' thlccy decoratln an, glm- j ercrackery sees to that, I reckon. How- sumdever, the Lord baln't atakln' nur stock o' their winderpane pineapples an' their drotted gardeners' tooraytoes." j Why, what Is the meanlg of this?" j exclaimed the lady visitor in surprise. Frank Hilton did not offer to explain, and Gran showed a tendency to sullen- ness. Meaning enow." she remarked re- uctantly. "The Lord 'oodn't accept o' my marrer. The curate's eyes sought those of Do reen. He hoped vaguely that she would not laugh. He felt that had she done so he could have bated her then, and forever. The pretty face softened with ready sympathy. "Oh, no, Gran!" she cried. "Surely you are mistaken." "I baln't." returned that Individual with the dogged determination of sec ond childhood. 'But supposing," suggested Doreen after a pause, "that you did not offer your gift in the right way?" The old woman looked up tn surprise. 1 think," pursued Miss River, thoughtfully, . "that you should have sold your marrow and atvea the money as a thank offering. And there Is still time, you may even do so now." Gran beard her with suppressed ex citement. Sell 'un!" she exclaimed with ani mation. "Drot it, thle there parson took he." "But there was a lady," began Do- with a shy glance at the old dame, upon whom her Impressive man ner was beginning to tell, "who thought she had never seen so fine a marrow as yours." Here Oran brightened rtslMy. "She bought It," continued her visit or cheerfully, "and sends yon this four pence la payment Of eomrse, It Is the money, Oran, aad net the marrow, that will bo moot useful te the Lord." Oraa stretched forth a withered daw to receive the proffered peace. i be I to gf ar she iaqslred Wftk tertOTMats "Oa f iilij ssoralag." was the glib n be Moaner" r setariai Oraa with childish eagerness, her past grievances ail forgotetn In this new Interest And yet she wondered why both vis itors smiled, Doreen and the curate left the cot tag together. Here, then, was the oppor tunlty for her enlightenment on hit view of clerical marriage a. "Gran has you to thank for her hap piness," he said with some feeling, "and I. too, am greatly Indebted to you for your help." His companion murmured a blushing protest but he continued: "You have taught me the value of your work among these poor people. you have shown me that a true ana sympathetic woman can, by ' some strange, subtle Instinct reach th hearts of these poor Ignorant souls In a way that we men can never hope to ( n the ,now ,he gtrode sturdily do. I thank you, Doreen," he continued : 4way, earnestly, "for this lesson (did he That's a nice girl, isn't she, mam know that he had called her Doreen?) mar. Mr Treat threw one arm around and also for your unfailing assistance at times when 1 have been downcast by repeated failure, for," he aded Jin despondent apology, "even the sower loses heart when continually traversing barren ground." But Doreen, too, had something upon her mind. "No one walked with the sower to tread In the seed." she ventured half- whispering, "perhaps If they had" He gave her one quick, incredulous look. 'Doreen," he exclaimed with sup pressed feeling, "I too have many a weary mile or sowing to accompiian, dale, and by the wayside and and, Doreen, I love you! Have you the cour age? God willing, will you walk with the sower?" And she answered softly, "Ood will ing, all the wayr The service on Sunday morning was weary work to Gran. "When '11 they come to bag "un?" she Inquired audibly, referring to the future destination of her gift And Mrs. Jordan, who had been reg ular in her church atendance before falling In with her unworthy spouse, successfully hushed her with a series of shocked frowns and awestruck whis pers. The pence clinked a running ac companiment In the palm of Gran's rusty glove as the vicar prayed on that Ood, 'who alone worketh great mar vels," should Mess the clergy. Then followed the serroor., and at length the long-looked-for moment arrived when the alms bag should be banded to Gran. With due solemnity the old woman dropped In her fourpence slowly one by one following with her eyes the pro- gre. sof the sidesman to whom she had intrusted her precious treasure, ""tll he returned from his duty, empty handed. Still Gran's gase was bent eastward, little wistfully. "He be right enow," whispered her companion touching her arm tmpera- tively. "He be right enow. Gran; kneel, can't ee?" And with a little . ' . . ,. .,,. rsr.n kimit IiaiiL-, ji ui l. . - Through the solemn words of the tteneoiction, ana me ,npre. that followed It-through the ,,Kh rustle of the stirring congregation, and the first soft, half sobbing note, of the organ-Gran knelt, her face buried in her shabby gloves,, the sable plume noddlng mournfully In her sombre sat in bonnet The people streamed forth from the pews and Mrs. Jordan, con scious of a vague sense of uneasiness, whispered Impatiently, "Oran!" But In vain may call the voices of her earthly neighbors, for Oran's soul, fill- j ed with a new sense of gratitude and hope, had followed her first thank-of- ferlng to her Maker. Temple a Br. Powerful Field Guns. The ordnance department of the army , has received from the Drlggs-Seabury West End boroughs, says the I Ills Oun company twenty of the new pat- burg News, Issued a warrant for the tern six-pounder guns designed for use arrest of a West End woman for slan. behind parapets In the field. An order der. Squire 8. J. White happened to be for sixty of these guns was given to present at the hearing. The proseuu the company some time ago, and twen- ( tor testified that the defendant hod ty of them were delivered this week '.ailed her an "old virago," and that she at the Sandy Hook proving station for had added: "I don't know what that test While the gun has somewhat the means, but whatever it is, that's what same appearance as the original Driggs you are." The witness admitted that Schroeder gun. It Is a distinct Improve- the did not know what the meaning of ment on the oldler piece. Its Improve- the word was, either, but she knew It ments consist In a decrease In number of parts, simplicity of ths con- structlon and the total absence of all "No matter what it means," said the screws, so that the mechanism can r'?' "" ' " intensely patriotic assembled or d.aaswmbled without th. Aertcaa. "It's foreign name and use of any special tools. The extrao. " " b?n sllln u 1 " tlon of the empty cartridge case is a hr tor unique feature, being more powerful ( "Squire," whispered Squire White la, and quicker than In any of the guns of hia ear, "you have no Jurisdiction In this caliber. The piece Is mounted on J alander suite; they must be entered la what Is known as a minimum recoil court" carriage, as designed by the Drlggi , "Well, I'll hold her for court, then." company. The general appearance ol the squire declared. this carriage Is not unlike the ordinary ( "But there's no law under which joa service carriage used In the army, but can do that." he was told. has the addition of a recoil cylinder, by "Well, I'll hold her anyhow," he re- whleh the gun hi permitted to recoil In- ( piled, "and test the constitutionality of dependent of the trail. It Is also mount- ( the act" ed higher than the I.S-lnch field gun' ..Bttt u Da 1," persisted of the army, so that It may be tllled )giur, Wnlu above a parapet On either side of ths )Ckt QUt of" Mm offlo-r trail is a ireei mr me K"u pv.nin, ( shoulder bar similar In shape to thst used on the navy mount, so, to an in tents and purposes, the gun operates the same aTlf mounted in a fixed po- sition, white It can he readily dlscon- ZLtJt fram tha bolts of the oereoet aeeted from the bolts of the P"Mt and used la any other part of the for- tiflcatloa or In the field along the beach in the same aaaaner as any ordinary field gun. sum. a iv.ee. hoe. VM 1 Little out to walk with his father la the road. ' aad was badly frightened by a drove oi cattle. ' I Why should yea be afraid, Pierre?" Is father asked. "Why, yoa sat sash his oreatmrea as that at dinner, yoa know," , "Tea, paaa. sal Pierre, "bat than alatwafl MrU'tthV VOUND IN A MINE. Ton must be very earefal when yea are walking out alone, Sarah," said Harry W. Treat, owner of the Vaa Anda Mine, to his girl guest from New fork, "because the snow often covers a mine shaft or other opening. There have been serious accidents to tender feet that walk where miners fear to tread," he laugher, "so keep your wits about you." -i ,he replied. "The best ones r haire. The new sharpened and jmade keen by use In the Noi-west. , rioodbv. I'm off for a walk before breakfast." She waved htm a farewell and start- l ea on nyir. uer nine iwulb tieuni his wife aa she came to the door, and . they gtood looking at Susan Hunt t, loflc M ner cariet jacket made the ( mo,t vlvld mark ,n clear blue ..hIte aMV "Yes, she Is; and do you know, Harry" Mrs. Treat's voice sank to ths note of confidence "I've been think ing wouldn't It be nice If she could tall In love with Will Christopher or jr somebody and stay up here in Van touver. It would be a great change tor a New York society girl, of course, out I wonder where Will Christopher is, anyway? He waa coming up here 0 OQ Ber laBt evening. Did he I write or send wora to you wnr no didn't come? He didn't? That's run ny. I thought he had better manners!" Mrs. Treat turned and went Inside tne bouse, her pretty face showing t mark of vexation over the failure f her husband's partner to live up to tier idea of him. In the meantime Sarah Hunt walk ed along, serenely unconscious of her friend's match-making designs. The weather was clear, crisp and beautiful, tnd she felt as happy as a lass with a rood conscience and easy shoes can teel out for a walk on a breezy morn ing. Suddenly she stopped stock still ind listened. A faint "Hello r came from somewhere on her right "Help!" It came more distinctly, and she called in reply: "What Is the matter? 'as she ran toward the sound. A disused shaft yawned up at her, and It seemed to the man lying with a broken leg In the half-fron water at Its depth that the face bending ovsr 1MS BO an,0U8y WM lovelier tban ne haa ever ,een before, ( M he .. f but he wonderej ml(!erably fceen bu fc creatur8 of L, .n nut in & tm minutes she returned with a coil of rope from the dilapidated shaft bouse nwir hv. and tvlnir one end to a tree ( "-nr Treat and hi. wife came up to them. The long ab- I tence of their guest had alarmed them land sent them out to look for her., ( rhey foun(, hcr kneeng on the p.oun4 , tryInij to revive an unconacloua maji. , ,., , , . "Wil Christopher!" they exclaimed 'together, and as he opened his eyes Treat "claimed: "So that is where you were!" When the young couple who had met under such romantic circumstances were married Mrs. Treat said, as she kissed the bride: "It has all happened Just as I tntend- ed It should." But she did not mean the rescue from the mine at all. Fate claimed all the honor for that Chl- cago Journal. The Squires' Dilemma. A Justice of the peace In one of the had no good meaning or the rtber wouldn't have made use of It tl) - turning to him. "Do lhnk rm to Mlm you u you (n ber, ud Uarn ma tiyt Uwr "Tou-UM ' t00' ,tU? tb women' both 'ou m rec-ogg-i.ls-anos until this flnd( Mt wh(U aarwuio. a " ' . oamasioa to do w,t Uta The new Preach minister of war bat now the facile tongue of his ooua try- men, and he speaks so slowly that they rBur which being JJrTr m,u nlM . . , The lahabt tents of Blschofsbarg, a ballet leoeatly, whoa a traveling mmpuur a pas, fa town. As eosa as the luiinj I la the naUaaai laft ths baaaa. ; . 0: r ' U V-V" ut1' " '; i4 ' 4 v- " it i r ''' 'if,'" ' j ' ' " "