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FLOuiJ of aiiuitiiue iru pouiiug or the auowy mantles of the. Buttus. It fell on the ranyuti and the river and on tle long. red brown buildings of the Town Talk mine An Inviting odor of coffee and frjing bacon came from the window of the boarding house and blended pleasant!) with the fresh spring air. l.iown the trail filed a company of in to; it waa the night aliift coming home Their swinging dinner pails lncked th dew from the mustard lot they walked and left it rot-kinx l-hind thein, a gold en tea of bloom. Rnmewltat apart from the others limp ed the little bent figure of old Mosely. Ilia gaKe, faateued on the path before bin, uerer trainleri-d. One hand was thrift within bis dark flannel ahirt; Uie other ati'uug empty by his eide. The men cronxed a footbridge to the tx arditig houae and fell Into line for the towel and aonp, but Moicly took a by pnth to a cabin bnrked up agaiust the hill, lie clotied the door behind him and, turning away from the one window, can tivualy drew something from within hia shirt, looked at it a moment and slipped It again into plsre. Then he began pre- pnring bis breakfast. All was animation at the boarding houe. 1'iles of steaming corn brend, pinners of doughnuts end fried potatoes were rapidly vanishing. Only now and then was there a lull of voices. Hep Turner, a big fellow near the head of the table, broke one of theae silences mlth the announcement: "Old Moaely's gum' over to he.ir the circuit preacher to morrow at the lievide.' The men stared. What; someone fk-d lucrediiloiiHly. 'It's straight enough," Turner an swvred. "1 heerd him flak the boas my self. Queer, the way he limps around after the superintendent," he chuckled; "ain't it, though'" Should think Mosely'd be afraid of the contribution box," someone stig- geMed. "They might ask him for a nickel. How's lie going to get there anhow?" he continued. "It's a good ways to the summit." "I'm thitikin" o 'rentiu' out the gray mule," Turner gravely answered. The others laughed. "Try it"' they urced. Half au hour later two men went up the by-path to the cabin. Open doors are a pledge of comradeship in the muuiilnius. Mosely closed bis behind him as a snail does, and rhe men resent ed it. They rapped upon It vigorously. There was a shuffling noise inside, then a baiting footstep and Mosely peered out "Hear you're goln' up to the Easter meetin' at the Uevlde," began Turner. The old man looked at him suspicious ly. He waa unused to interest in him self of any kind. "Yes," he hesitatingly replied. "Hide, I suppose?" queried Turner. "It's a good six mile to the summit." There was no answer, and he continued: "There's my gray mule. He knows ev ery Inch of trail on the mountain, and as you're a bit lame, I thought maybe you d like him." Mosely looked dated, as though he scarcely understood. He mechanically silpped one hand Into his shirt and nerv- jgl ermhlrt anmittlltlie "WalkuV 'd be uphill work," the man went on; "the trall'a pretty slushy yet from the snow, but the mule'll get you there all right" klosely'a hand had stopped fumbling and ha opened his door wide. His Hps moved, bat be did not spent for a mo mailt. "It'a It's more' a I expected," he said at fcut. "Thank foo." Turner ah nigged hia shoulders. "Don't mentloai It," b magoaulmously replied. "The baaat'a yours, and about the Brio " Ha yed the man before him with keen enjoyment "I guess a dollar be about rlghtT Moeely'e face twitched. Be shifted restlessly from one foot to the other and moistened hia Hps. "I reckon," he began slowly. "I reck on, If It'a Juat the same to you, I'll walk." The Town Talk worked an eight-hour shift, and at 10:30 the men began climb ing the trail. Singly or In twos and threes they went, their lanterns gleam ing like low-hung stars agninat the dark hill. Following closely on their heels limped Mosely. He never carried a light Why should he when he could see by some; one's else? At the month of the upper tunnel he paused to regain his breath. The dim outline of the summit was just visible in the night "8ll miles," he unconeclotialy repent ed; "but here'll be singln' at the Ie- vlde, and I ain't heard any alnce " He lighted bis candle and disappeared into the drift The hours wore on. The hands of Mosely'a watch pointed to 0; at SAO the tunnel would be cleared for firing, lie finished hia drill and viewed with Infi nite satisfaction the slim bole directly under the main ledge; then be began to load, three sticks of powder to blast Aa he fltted the fuse Into the rep someone passed him. It waa Farriah, the superintendent Be eeldom visited J 'iv 3, EASTER the night shift sod Mosely looked after him for a moment, wondering, then for got all about him in his task. He care fully crimped down the edges of the cap with hia pocket knife, placed it in posi tion and U raped the earth about it As the stope was the last one In the drift he cut some five feet of fuse to allow himself plenty of time. lust then the signal was given to fire. Mosely answered. He touched a match to the freshly cut tape and clambered over the loose rocks toward the cnndle burning In the track below, grasped it and hHsteued toward the mouth of the tunnel. At the first curve he pnused to give a hurried glance behind him. A faint mov ing speck of lit;ht waa Just visible at the extreme end of the drift. It was approaching. "KHrrish!" cried the man. "My God!" For a beennd his brain reeled, but there was no time to lose. The fuse wns burning two fei-t to the minute at least hnlf its length must have already been cousuaied. At the end of the tunnel there was safety and fresh uir through the raise. Could he make the superin tendent understand? He forgot the sur plus powder he was carrying forgot ev erything but the life that was In danger. He knew what the ransom would be, but what did it matter? "Farrish!" he shouted with all his strength, "go hack! (Jo back!" The light in the distance paused. "Hcl lo!" a faint voir e answered. Mosely, pressing toward it, caught his foot in the truck and lurched forward, extinguishing his candle us h fell. He was up and on again, groping stum blingshouting. The drift seemed filled with faces; they were oil the same, ami the eyes were gray like Farrisli'a. In the stope above gleamed a tiny nngry spark. He was almost under It now, but his strength was uearly spent. He gathered his forces for one last ef fort, and a long, walling cry of warn ing echoed through the drift. Then there was a blinding flash of light a sound like the rustling of a mighty wind, and without the hills reechoed to the boom. "Mary," said Lr. Fuller, as he put down his colTee cup and looked across the table at his daughter, "that don't sound exactly like a blast; there's too much of it." lie rose and went to the door. A thick cloud of smoke was issuing from a fold In the hills. The doctor eyed It anxiously. Just then a boy came round tno corner iroui ine nam. "Jerry," he called to him. "You'd bet ter haniess Mascot. There's something the matter at the Town Talk." The girl was already at work in the little office, and splints and bandages were crowding the Inst rumeuts in the long black case. Her face was as white aa the rolls of cotton; her lips were compressed, but when the cart waa brought she was the first to spring into It. "Why, Mary," remonstrated Die doc tor, "I couldn't think of taking you!" She looked at him piteously. "It may be John Farrish," she said, and her father understood. . O roups of men were talking excitedly lu the street; a few wen already hurry ing along the crosstrall to the mine, but toning up their coats as they ran. Far down the canyon could be heard the rapidly appronchiug hoof beats of a horse. Then the mounted figure of a man appeared rounding the outer bend of the rond and vanished again, to ro appear at the next turn. It was a mes senger from the Town Talk. He reach ed them nt Inst, and Mary clasped her hands tightly together and leaned eag erly forward. "Well?" asked the doctor. The mnti pulled his cap awkwardly. "Farrish and some of the men are miss ing," he said, and was gone again. The doctor laid his whip across Mas cot's Hanks, then stole a sideways glance at the silent, upright little figure boslde him. He reached over and drew the robe about ber la a caressing way and patted the clasped hands, but neither of them spoke. The smoke had lifted and hung, like the pillar of cloud, above the ravine. The early sunlight tinged Its outer edges In opalescent glory. At the mine nil was excitement A child met them at the bridge that crossed tlio river to the buildings. There's only one man hurt I" be shout ed triumphantly. "There's eaJr one there's only one!" Hut neither of those In the cart dared ask him which. The rows of cabins that fringed the bank above the boarding house were empty, for the men had gathered ootaide of the office. They silently made way for the doctor and hia daughter to pass among them. Figures were moving with in the darkened rum; t bed had been hastily const-nrted. se3 a glad cry rose to Mary's lips, for It was not John who lay upon it, but the shattered form of old Mosely. The arm that had held the powder sticks had been plckec! up several feet away, but the remaining hand convul sively clutched a sellod buckskin wallet within bis flannel shirt; it had been so when they found Urn. He opened tilu eves as the doctor bent over him and his l' moved. "It's two doiiars--short," he gasped, "and now I cnu'l m-ike it square." A spasm of pain wrung him for a mo ment and lie lay panting. When he re opened his eyia recognition had gone from thein. He Mrusgled to rise. "Stand back all it you!" he cried fiercely. "It wusn't Jim Farrish that stole the money; it wh mel Oh, God, it waa me!" He fell writhing on the pillows again. "I meant to muke it riuht with the boy," he whispered, "and now " The superintendent was kneeling be side him. "You've more than made it right, my friend," he said huskily; but Mosely shook Ms head. i "Two dollars," he slowly repeated, "two dollars short." ' He lay still for a lung time uXter thut. Now and then the hand that clasped his treasure would twitch spasmodically, but thut was all. Gradually the groups about the office dispersed. The men took their accus tomed pluces at the boarding houae table and tho old routine went on. The 2 o'clock shift had tiled up the trull to the tunnel before Mosely spoke again. "There'll be siugin' at the Devide," he said, feebly, "and ain't It time to Kor- , . ; Nobody replied. He roused himself and looked Into the faces of Mary and the doctor and Farrish. "They wouldn't turn me out If they know I'd most paid would they?" be pleadingly asked. "No," gently answered Farrish, "they wouldn't turn you jiut." i Mosely gave a groat sigh. "It's so far to the summit," he said wearily, "and want to hear 'em sing." Then Mary came to the bedside. There was nu blaster song that she knew. It was not nit nuthem, but a simple mes sage of Joy and hope and life, and the man understood. 1 As the last clear note died away he leaned eagerly forward aa' though listen ing for something more. Suddenly a great gladness tilled hia eyes; hia face seemed transformed beautiful. "It'a square!" he cried triumphantly; "Jim Farrish told me so." . There's a grave above the Town Talk mine where Mary, the superintendent's wife, takes flowers and wake-robin at Eastertide. The sleeper there faces the east, and the buttes, and the rising aun. A great gray bowlder stands guard at his head, and on it some one has roughly carved: "He has paid the debt and is free." Helen E. Wright in San Francisco Chronicle. OPINIONS OF GREAT PAPERS ON IMPORTANT SUBJECTS The Married School Ma'am. asseaswsk nss PATTF.RKON, teacher in the New York A. Ipublic schools. gO' married recently, and act'ord ling to the rules of the Board of Fducat ion, her zJJJjj eligibility for position In the teaching corps iuj y ajOtJI mediately lapsed. But the lady, now Mrs. Van ?Vfy5yj ile Water, refused to band in ber resignation """atid will carry her cane to the courts. The matter :s attracting much at ii'iition. as Mrs. Van de Water's f:m is a test c.ie by which the fate of other women teach es will bp ascert .lined. The view is frei-ly expressed in many quarters that such li rule as that made by the Hoard of Kdiication in regard t" i :e marriaj;' of women teachers is against public pol l-i and private jirivilejre. .Matrimony should be mcour j not penalized, by the slate. s:iy the opponents of t icii a regulation. What has matrimony to do with school t :i-!uiii:'r And why should the rule apply only to women'' All iIicm' arguments do not touch the practical aspect! ,v the matter. It is a fad that while a woman's mar !:n;:c does not in Itsi-if make her unlit to teach school, it ii -.-. as a mattei nf fact, often interfere with tier dutie, :.ti'i capacities. I I,, cares of home and a family which I..11 uimn the iiiaiiii d woman are not conducive to the best I'-uits iii peiag'i:i!' work, and lu many cases would be sle-olutely antagonistic to school duties. These home duties which woman assumes lu entering upon numlajjo are the consideration wtilch make man the icco;nii!id bread winner. When thee are shirked, the hue ideal of marriage Is lost, and the state can have no hitercht In fostering gtich unions. That there may be individual cases In which the rule of In: New York Hoard of Education tiiiht work a hardship, li may be conceded, but In it H general application it is f nunli'd on the ideas that rule our civilization and mag t'.ify our homes. The married woman has In her home ind family an occupation that demands her best efforts and energies, and her husband should aisume the burden of support, and, as far as possible, relieve her of outside pressure. When a woman teacher marries, she should step aside a ml give way to her less fortunate, and, of course, equally Hiialitied. flut;le sister. Nashville Daily News. important J-art of tbe community ? What will hasfeo- lien the most intelligent third and bj all odds tbe aaest moral third of our population limis that it can no longer associate with a third which admits none but millionaires into 'society? What will happen when the great middle classes, facing tbe Increasing cost of living and Uie dimin ishing rate of interest on savings, finds that It can no longer make a decent provision for old age? Will It tamely gubmit to social inferiority, and settle down to make tbe best of low standard of living?" New York Commercial. fate of the Salaried Man. a HE middle class iu our American life is rapidl Tliecotnlng a salaried class, and at tbe same time it Is fast losing in consequence the economic and moral Independence that marked It in rvJBS former days. But it has not ceated, mean time, to be made up of what may not improp erly be termed "forgotten men." Every other :hiss In society receives consideration of some kind defer I'litial or sympathetic, as the case may be. Every other r'ass enjoys some share of the "general prosperity" when I'.ie times are pood. The salaried man Is notoriously at his iwirst estate w lieu everybody else Is making money. If the salaried man were not unselfish, he would pray fer tcntlv for liuslness disaster and industrial depression, for then only ha his income a fair measure of purvbnsiug (lower. The years since IsfiT have been prosperous beyond all precedent. The "trustH," so-called, capitalized at over f;.(ioo,HXi,0io, have made "untold millions' during that period according to the notions of the Independent. The wages of labor have been forced up, after much hard flght lutf, 20 to 30 per cent. Salaries have remained practically Diichanged. Meanwhile, the general level of prices has risen 30 per cent. Hreadstuffs and farm products generally liave risen even more than this amount. Thus, while the millionaires have doubled or quadrupled their fortunes, and the wage-earners have obtained lu advance a part of the Increase of living; In some Instances more the salaried Ineti, Including the professional classes, are not more than balf as well off as they were seven cr eight years ago. 'What then," asks the Independent, "Is to be tbe fale of the salaried man? This Is one of the most serious questions If the time. The salaried class Is evidently to be a large ine. It la to Include a majority of those men who hitherto liave controlled American public cplulon. What is to be Ihe effect of the Increasing economic disadvantage of this Ihe Case of Ex-Mayor Ames. Nu the light of such a decision as that handed down by the Supreme Court ef Minnesota in ihe case of Ames, former Mayor of Minne apolis, it is hard to escape the conclusion that something must be radically wrong with the machinery of justice. When Ames received his six year sentence iu May of last year the verdict was hailed throughout the country as a notable instance of the triumph of law and civic decency against a corrupt political ring. The charge that Ames bad re ceived money from tiie proprietors of certain vicious resorts In Minneapolis iu payment for 'protection" was supported by apparently Indisputable evidence. lie himself practical ly concedi-d the hopelessness of his case by fleeing to New Hampshire, where for a time he remained in hiding. When taken back to Minneapolis and plafMJ on trial his lawyers took refuge in the last defense of hard pressed criminals Hie plea of Insanity but the coiftt found him guilty. The Minnesota Supreme Court turns Ames loose on the ground that the indictment against him was faulty. In this opinion all the members of the court are unanimous, although they do not all agree as to the sufficiency of the evidence presented. The majority opinion holds that while Ames' agents received money for protection the payments were made by Individuals and not, as apparently charged in the indictment, by their joint contributions to a common fnud with the understanding that this fund was to be used for their common protection. The court holds that "there was a separate and distinct agreement entered into with each person paying any money." The fact that the court is unanimous iu finding the indictment faulty must be accept ed as conclusive, yet It in no way mitigates the fact that ihrough a mere technical tangle the punishment of a man admittedly guilty of a grave offense against the public is prevented. It is the frequency of just such failures and lapses in the administration of justice that breaks down the power of tbe law and emboldens criminals iu high places to con tinue the practice of corruption. What is the remedy? How does It happen that long-drawn-out trials are held and prisoners convicted ou Indisputable evidence only to be liberated later on technical grounds? The question is a serious one and demands the careful consideration of jurists who have the public's interests at heart. rhicu-o Daily News. Cling ng to Our Youth. E liave done away with middle age altogether A Y I nowadays. Our mothers and grandmothers re ff I tired into caps and bonnets and velvet dolmans lo an aim ivtmn w' nro Rlill simnerim' in whif muslin and "baby" hats and big frills. We are younger looking at five and forty than our own daughters and have a very much better time. They, poor dears, take life somewhat seriously and get prematurely battered in the equinoctial gales of extreme youth. As they grow more philosophical they will become rejuvenated. In the meantime they sit out at balls with a resigned air while their parents cut capers in the kitchen lancers. When we are grandmothers with canary-colored wigs and all the outward semblance of dug-up uiumiuiea they will be beginning to enjoy themselves, and we, with one foot in the grave, will be looking out for our third husband. It is a strange fact that this generation which worships youth almost as much as it worships wealth has no fear of death. We have morbid dread of disease and we are afraid of pain and suffering, but we do not fear to die. It Is our youth, not our life, to which wa cllag. London Outlook. THE MAGIC TRIANGLE. Asi Interesting Experiment to try with Paper and a Wet Point. A very Interesting experiment may be performed as follows: With a wet lead pencil draw on a thick piece of paper a triangle whether tha sides are equal or not makes no difference. Lay It on the surface of a basin of water with the drawing up, and very careful ly fill the apace inside tbe dampened lines with water, so that there will be a triangular basin of water on the swimming sheet of paper. (The water will not extend beyond the wet lines of the drawing.) Now, taking a pin or a needle, or any thin, smooth, sharp pointed Instrument, dip Its point into this triangular basin, anywhere but at Its center of area say, very uearly at one of the angles. Be careful not to touch the paper and so prevent its free motion In any direction, and you will find that no matter where the point Is placed, the paper will move on the water until the center of area comes under the point This center of area may be Indicated before placing the paper on the water by drawing lines from any two angles to the centers of the opposite sides; where the two lines cross will be the desired place. If a square be drawn Instead of a trlnngle, and similarly treated, it will move until the intersection of its diag onals conies under the pin point; and no mutter what figure be drawn, It will move along tho wnter so as to bring Its center of area directly under the point. St Nicholas. Mean's Conscience. An Englishwoman tells bow her fa vorite dog showed Uiat he knew he had done wrong, and was sorry for It The story Is printed In the Animal's Friend. Tbe family was staying at Yarmouth, n ml Hrnn, the dog, was lost for one entire day. At night, Just before the linnso was shut up, he made his ap peiirnnce. His mistress met him at the hall door, unci rebuked lilm. She refused to take his offered paw. His nightly rost ng place was n Ikjx In the cellar, and his usual custom was to ruu down- t ilts ImmeiHiitoIr to bb4"tDcr and his !; but on this oeci4iA remain- AMERICAN GIRL BREAKS HER SKULL IN SPAIN TRYING HAZARDOUS FEAT A Madrid (Spain) corresKiideiit says: Mlna Allx, 20 years old, a circus performer, born in New York, broke her skull and several ribs while looping the loop. The automobile in which she was performing -the feat struck something, left the track and plunged to the floor. Tbe house was crowded, and the spectators were horrified, women fainting and men shouting tardy disapprobation of the perilous per formance. Miss Alix was removed to a hospital, where it was given oat that her condition was desperate. A court has already begun an Inquiry into the case. Miss Alix performed last summer In London at the Hippo drome. There the "act" was called "hooping the hoop." Its principal difference from the centrifugal-force exhibition which pre ceded it wns that Miss Alix's car completed a perfect .circle, Instead of run ning around a twisted loop. The enr ran down a track fifty-eight feet long, and, having travelefl around the "hoop." was switched on to the run-out truck and brought up by a net wilhln forty feet of the exit. ed at the top of the stairs and whined piteotisly. Presently the woman's brother said. "You must come and make it up with Bran or the poor fellow will cry nil night" Accordingly the door was opened, oml each one of the family shook Bran's paw in sign of forgive ness. Then be quietly walked down stairs, ntiil nfter eating his supper with avidity, curled himself In his box and went to sleep. Take the devil out of some foarfflfes. . .. ,. a. . r-.- auu mere is noinnig eei that That's the Question. "it was oniy nve years ago I started in with our firm at 15 a week," said Bragg, "and now I earn 150 a week without any troirtde." "That's so; it's easy to euru that," replied Newltt, "but how much do jra get?" I'liihidolplila 1'reM. A Sly Dig. Nell He remarked to you that I waa pretty, didn't he? Belle Oh, no. He merely said yoa were "aa pretty as ever." Philadelphia Ledger. I) j 1 " ;! u i i r & A : 4 -i 1 i i i 4 r t It 1 1 1 -,-5'