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That Mysterious Major... ...uv... ETHEL A. SOl'THAM CHAPTER I. The rambling, old-fashlolled hostelry of the "Royal George” hud stood niton the green hillside overlooking the now fashionable watering-place of Salti-llff" front the lime when that picturesque and prosperous town consisted of little more than a few fishermen's huts and small lodging houses. But, though ho tels and hoarding houses—inagulflrent structures which gHve quite un appear ance of superiority to the small town had sprung up on all sides, the little hostelry Itself still held its own. In deed the "Royal George," though quite us retired, was still as preposterous as it had been forty years before, when the huge hoard upon which the mon arch after whom it was named was dis played, looking as gorgeous and klng llke as his crown and unlimited quan tity of somewhat stiff-looking ermine could make him, hung out over the narrow little doorway, with the name of the worthy proprietor, “Andrew Oll librand,” set out in gilded letters be low. And. as one stood in the lovely quaint old garden and gated around at the stretches of down and the heather grown cliffs beyond, one could hardly believe the changes which had been effected scarcely a mile away. It was late one evening toward th > end of July when a stranger who hail Just arrived sauntered leisurely Into the large dining room of the "Royal George” and gave orders for dinner t:> lie prepared for him immediately. He waH a tall, dark, striking-looking man, with a Holdierly bearing and de cidedly distinguished air; and, as he crossed over toward the hay-window and sat down at a small table the waiters paused Involuntarily with their white table napkins slung over their arms and trays of jingling glas • held up high above their heads, while Josiah Williamson, under whose diarge that particular table happened to be placed, mentally decided thut lie was in for a little luck at last. “What will you have, sir?” he be gun, with an air of expectation his lips, as though to disprove thc truth of them, a handsome black French poodle came trotting Into t)te middle of the room with an air o? unruffled composure decidedly at vari ance with thc* aspect of his mi'tresa who a moment later suddenly ap peared In the open door wav niili a rather bewildered expression upon her face. “You Lad dog. Sambo! I was jm.t wondering if you could have found your way here. Could you give him a hone. Henry?” Hut here her cate of Master Sant jo was unceremoniously cut short, as. raising her head, she suddenly encotin- | toed the- yure of a pair of amused gray eyes, and for l ho first time be came aware of tho presence of a stranger in the room. As for the owner of the gray eyes, he carefully surveyed the figure in the doorway for the space of about three seconds longer, and then, looking away, tried to become absorbed in tii« merits of Mr. Andre.v Oillibruni’s wine list. Hut. after studying it intently for five minutes, lie laseed the card aside and Hteadily regarded Hie doorway through which the fauta-dically clipped poodle and its mistress had just dis appeared. "By thc bye, who Is she?” There was something strangely in conceivable in the question, ami the waiter, who had made ills appearance with the first course, paused to sture In astonishment “rihe, sir?” he repeated, “1 beg your pardon, what she?” “Oh, the young lady with the dog! Surely you know whom I mean!” “The young lady with the dog? Ah that is Miss Evelyn! Oh, yes, sir—of course I know Miss Luttrell" here a placid smile expanded thc waiter’s face —“and a very nice young lady she is.” “She is staying here, I suppose?" There was commendable indifference in the speaker's tones. "Yes, sir—with her aunt, Lady How THERE WAS A MOST HE A1TCH1N O SMILE l?“"ON HER LIPS WHEN SHE REPLIED TO SOME REMARK OF HER COMPANION. “coupe a la Heine. Bouillabaisse or Julienne?” "Bring me anything y«u have ready," aniil the stranger, brusquely. "Yet to think." he murmured to himself a* he took up the wine card and lasily stud ied the long list "to think that the last time 1 was here, twenty year ago. Andrew tiilllbrand was brewing his own ulel It was certainly a prim itive bill of fare that he had to offer him customers then only ham and • g* * or bread and cheese and a pint of HU •prime October; today he has all the drllcai les of the season How thing* change, to be sure'" Then he turned and looked oat of the open window There, however the change was not so remarkable The 1 Royal tleorge" had always pos •uased a lovely garden, and If the grass *m shorn n little closer. If th paths had a neater appearance and the ttowtra were more re« here he, prim rows of cah volarUa geranium* ami ••airly dahlias taking the pint* of the i old clump* of swrel-wllltann marigolds and pinks, th* change was act m great aa to strike hint with th tati* fore# as natmelly dll the late rtor This evening th* garden had a very perca* ua raided air Th* teaaia courts gee * Jeeorled. the chairs under th* Inf* uttcMiupied, and ei.eptiag fur |ho gealta lapping of th* wacee up* I ho ahtagly beac h, oarrely a a»und a mturl <■*♦ the dreamy ttilla*** ol th* July eeralog "It t« ao hlyllte p a*e I »*#*#*» i ujwd Ido rtraapr * hut it •uikt w • gate! If I IhouaM I had Iw Bl | co a moment longer thaw tw »p< >sr boar*. Th#** th*** no Kin bo a goal afcoot," i . dag »eot»a«# * • lull a * 4i shd jaet aa thg word* »#rt artl. They have been here more than u fortnight now; as they generally <1 > remain lor a month when they come I don't suppose they will he going till the end of that time. Her ladyship la Miss l.uttrdl's guardian." "Alt she in an orphan, then?" "Via. r.lr Squire i.ultrell died Just about two years ago. You will no doubt have heard tell of him." I.uttrell of I.ultrell, do you mein ' Oh. ye. Of course I have* He whm one of the largest land-owners In |i;anK ■hire Who has Inherited the prop, ertv* ||ad he a son'*” •'.Vo; Kvelyn is the only «hild, and "»"'** in for everything I bellen I hey *ay she will have something ttk - ten or twelve thousand a year." itetily'" and the speaker turned to the eon temp lot toil Of (he Julienne *oup considerably astonished at dls covering III the curly headed m.slice of the bitch poodle Nils, I.ultrell of Hu far famed I.ultrell court and owner of one of the Attest estates In the county IN had almost finished his dinner and was quietly conleutp sting a p'.oeful stroll round the ground with ‘ "• best iUriiM, when a sharp iiafh M ade him look up Just in i m« |»» behold the hta< h poodle out v More d t china m rows the lawn in hot pursuit of a hut ter Ay In and instant ha was nil Interest If the d..g acre there, hta mNir*«* * > I lo t fa, awat and •he thought passed through hta mind be same laughing tune* whi, h had be*w ringing m hta ears fur tha p**i half hour were Mm distinctly tuwnrd him (tending forward, ha saw th« girl h»r»eIf, a slight graceful Agere >aaing hash tn one «f the tew bum two ■ hairs which Stcaal so Invitingly he wcalh the a‘rede of the Ire-a She was not alone. howerar. In close attendance this time was a man in evening dress, who had seated him self by her side on a straight iron backed form, which he had evidently chosen in preference to a more lux urious seat half a yard farther away. Yes; at a second glance lie came to the conclusion thut Miss laittrell was even prettier than he had imagined her to be at first. There was nothing stat uesque about her beauty, nothing ab solutely perfect ‘n her features; but the fair before him was one which, diet seen, could never be forgotten. CHAPTER II. There whs a most bewitching; smile upon her lips now as she laughingly replied to some remark of her com panion, who was leaning forward swinging hi.- stick backward and for ward nnd trying to knock oft the head; of some daisies; but his head was turned toward the girl beslle him. at whom lie was gazing in rapt atten tion. "Who ii the fellow," murmured the stranger, as he put up his cyc-glas? and surveyed the Individual in ques tion with an air of curiosity not un mingled with envy. Her brother? k'iddlestit ks! More likely her father!" with a shrug of hi , shoulders, tbongh an unmistakable cloud gathered upon his face ns l > noted the uspaternal manner in which lie had laid his hand on the Lark of her chair and was list ening to her words. "1 can always come within a year or two of any body's age. and that fellow is either 41 or 45 if he is a day!" The man to whom the stranger at the window set down so deridedy to play the unromant!.' part of parent bad the word "Bachelor" written ttpoa every line of his countenance. At the same time he was a noticeable-looking personage, gentlemanly In appearance rather than handsome, with a clean shaven face, clearly nit features and dark, utmost fascinatingly determined eyes set deep beneath overhanging brows which j'.ve character to an otherwise unreuo/Kable face. For the past few minutes, however, the spreading branches of the trees had thrown everything Into shade. But the sun was setting in a crimson glory, and one golden shaft strayed beneath the dark, heavy foliage, where it lin gered for a few seconds to bring out I he lovely blending of tints in the girl s nut-brown hair and to light up every feature of the man by her side. “The deuce!" broke involuntarily from the stranger's lips, "Yes, sir—beg your pardon, sir! Cheddar cheese or Stilton?" The waiter was engaged brushing crumbs from the next table, but in an instant he was at his post. “Neither!" was the brusque reply. But"—with a detaining gesture— 'have you such a thing as a visitors’ list? If you have, let me see it.” “Certainly, sir. I will bring it at Dnce." And the waiter smiled to himself as lie followed the direction of the stranger's eyes and then turned away. It was astonishing what an amount of Interest, he could raise by the mere mention of Miss Luttrell and her ten Jr twelve thousand a year! (To be continued.) OLD WINE. lHy Broome Too ()I<I an«l ( nfil to Brink by Deterioration. New Orleans Times-Demoerat: There is such a thing as a wine being too old," said a member of the board af trade, chatting with some friends in the front offices. “I had that illustrat ed at my house the other day under rather interesting circumstances. Back in 1848 Gen. John M. Lewis, who was' then sheriff and afterward mayor of New Orleans, gave my uncle a basket of four-year-old champagne. My un cle afterward moved north, taking that and other wines with him, and on his death, in the early sixties, the basket was still intact. There had possibly been some agreement about opening it at a certain time, and, at any rate, the champagne remained In the family cel lar untouched, and only last month my cousin, now in New York, broke the lot and sent me down four bottles. I was naturally curiotts to know how the old wine would look and taste, and a few days ago, on ;he or aslon of a little an niver ary at tur house, I opened one of the bottles. I had < on-iderable difficulty in removing th** cork with out breaking it. but It finally gave way. There was not a vestige of pop and the wine run out perfectly dead and limpid. It v.ae pa’e amber in rotor and bad a faint, p easant bouquet, but the imprisoned gas that had <»nee given It life and sparkle were g >ne forever. It was interesting as a relic, hot not fit to drink, and itm friends who are connotsacur* said that It had evidently be* n deteriorating «!u*e tsfo It a a great pity my uorihern re la it In too nu h veneration t a bant that time * amp’s It ( tar* tl«rt»a la t il*a Key |Vrf M<gufen »rtl»i Iti I'raBb Month?* th# following 4Be. .lol« of thU *n#i«#ti< ana i>n». M. al One »l<M. <*»•» “ill in IB« bill- I a Thir l • »*»lr * man \\ h< m 4« m>« Ihiab th* »rr«i««( hero ol th* w«r Bl ll» rb4B««a hi* «tUl4 looh »**il of hi* mouth *n ol4 rHli tuk gig* lta*b*4 it*) il th* r*4 ,IM ol Bill* Bhl h th* *«B •n|«r hl *n4 r*«*rtl**»* r*g?hNl W#t». H«i'4**r *f i-M W4B! to h«. a mr l!«u hi that th*t th*r* till!* oM U4y mk«4 M<m liatUum or Hattntn of hlt.tMH or wh«t*«*r l* h*r mw • hr * th*> (Ml of *11 tfh* I* • •Irlrtif yi >t«r thaimlrr. Mirlkur I •*•* h«r | |*IB thsOMfh t«u h*t *•» IB«ha* M mot to thr ttg * tlk| *• *** bMIl' to 4*ath *l» to»»*4i i* >o mi ht#M th* h*ru u tbt* >*« « «n.t*i««i * TALMAGF/S SERMON. MUSICtN WORSHIP.’’SUNDAYS SUBJECT. Nahemiali 7: 67: “And Tliry llail Two Hundred Forty and llir fjln(lii|; >1 rn and SlnglBK Wiiinrn"—Children of (ha Hearenly hiu;. (Copyright 1S»0 by Louis Kiopscti.) 1 he best music has been rendered under trouble. The first duet that I know anything of was given by Paul and Silas when they sang praises to Ooti and the prisoners heard them. The Scotch covenanters, hounded by the dogs of persecution, sang the psalms of I'avid with more spirit than they have ever since been rendered. The captives in the text had music left in them, and i declare that if they could find, amid all (heir trials, two hundred and forty and five singing men and singing wom en, then in this day of gospel sunlight and free from ail persecution there ought to be a great multitude of men and women willing to aing the praises | of God. All our churches need arousal on this subject. Those who can sing must throw (heir souls into the exer cise, and those who cannot sing must learn how. and it shall be heart to heart, voice to voice, hymn to hymn, anthem to anthem, and the music shall swell Jubilant with thanksgiving and tremulous with pardon. Have you ever noticed the construc tion of the human throat as indicative of what God means us to do with it? In only an ordinary throat and lungs there are fourteen direct muscles and thirty Indirect muscles that can pro duce a very great variety of sounds. What does that mean? It means that you should sing! Do you suppose that God, who gives us such a musical in strument as that, intends us to keep it shut? Suppose some great tyrant, should get possession of the musical Instruments of the world, and should look up the organ of Westminster Ab bey, and the organ of Lucerne, and the organ at Haarlem, and the organ at Freiburg, and all the other great mu sical instruments of the world—you would call such a man as that a mon ster; and yet you are more wicked If, with the human voice, a musical in strument of more wonderful adapta tion than all the musical instruments that man ever created, you shut it against the praise of God. “Let those refuse to sing Who never knew our God; But children of the Heavenly King Should speak their Joys abroad." • • * -i I congratulate the world and the church on the advancement made in this art—the Edinburgh societies for the improvement of music, the Swiss singing societies, the Exeter Hall con certs, the triennial musical convocation at Dusseldorf, Germany, and Birming ham, England; the conservatories of music at Munich and Leipsic, the Han del and Haydn and Harmonic and Mo zart soclelties of this country, the acad emies of music in New York, Brooklyn, Boston, Charleston, New Orleans, Chi cago, and every city w hich has any en terprise. Now, my friends, how are we to de cide what is appropriate, especially for church music? There may be a great many differences of opinion. In some of the churches they prefer a trained choir; in others, the old-style pre centor. In some places they prefer the melodeon, the harp, the cornet; in other places they think these things are the invention of the devil. Some would have a musical instrument played so loud you cannot stand it, and others would have it played so soft you cannot hear it. Some think a musical instrument ought to be played only in the interstices of worship, and then with indescribable softness, while others are not satisfied unless there he startling contrasts and staccato pas sages that make the audience Jump, with great eyes and hair on end,as from a vision of the Witch of Endor. But, while there may be great varieties of opinion in regard to music. It seems to me that the general spirit of the Word of God indicates what ought to lip the great characteristics of church music. And I remark, in the first place, a prominent < haracterlatlc ought to lie adaptiveness to devotion. Music tiiat may be appropriate for a concert hii! or the opera house or the drawing ! 100m may be inappropr at in chu h. Glees, madrigals, ballads, may bo as innocent us pealms in their pluctH. But church music has only one dc Sign, null i MJI m uriouuii, <-nt| mo which tomn (ruin the to**, the awl ig and the display of an opera house u a hindnun t- to the worship From i sin h performance* we go away »vy Inc "What splintlUl mi' ml' n! ' "Did you ever hear such a i^praiui1 "Whit h of those solo* did yon Ilk the lw ii'i ’ When, If he had h-n rightly w rought up m. we would nat gone away mvii i "Oh. how my »,u ' was lifted up ID the presell * of Mod while th«y were etn«tn« that «rst hyronV I never had «nh raptuiou* views of Jesus t'hrisl a* ray Savior a* when they wer* singing that last d «• ology “ M» frier-la, Hum is an ever a si tag -list lint.or between aiostr as an art and moan as a help to d*«utnm. though a A bumaaa tompoeed it. though a Mm<s | played it though a vhvatag aaag II, away with II 'f II ‘luaa not make the heart better and honor t'hrisl Why ah-mid we rob ih* programme* ut worldly gatvty when we have ew many approptltie soaga sad tunes .-imposed la sat own dvy a* well as that aMgttllheai shrlaaee ->f shurrh fusland! which his *■»• down fragraat with the devotions ul trlher general ini* NWS H a*U Vdf i •«l than they were whew tsar g**at gtva-M*th>r* «" I ashed up • a them fan th« <har«h pew la gtwryT l*etr eld souls, how they used to sing? When they were cheerful our grandfathers and grandmothers used to sing "Col chester.'' Wheu they were very medi tative. then the boarded meeting hous; rang with "South Street’’ and “St. Kd mund's.'' Were they struck through with great tenderness, they sang ‘‘Woodstock.'' Were they wrapped in visions of the glory of the church, they sang Zion.” Were they over borne with the love and glory of Christ, they sang “Arlol.” And in those days there were certain tunes married to certain hymns, and they have lived in peace a great while, these two old people, and we have no right to divorce them. "What God hath joined together let no man put asunder.” Horn as we have been amid this great wealth of church music, augmented by the compositions cf art ists In our own day, we ought not to be tempted out of the sphere or Chris tian harmony and try to seek uncon secrated sounds. It I3 absurd for a millionaire to steal. I remark also that correctness might to he a characteristic of church music. While wo all ought to take part in this service, with perhaps u few ex ceptions, we ought at the same time to cultivate ourselves In this sacred art. God loves harmony and we ou^h* to love if. There Is no devotion in a howl or a yelp. In this day. when there are so many opportunities of high culture in this sacred art, J de clare that those parents are guilty of neglect who let their sons and daugli ters grow up knowing nothing about music. In some of the Kuropean ca thedrals the choir assembles every morning and every afternoon of every day the whole year to perfect them selves in this nrt, and shall we be grudge the half-hour we spend Friday nlghls in the rehearsal of sacred song for the Sabbath? Another characteristic must be spirit aud life. Music (ought to rush from the audience like the water from a rock clear, bright, sparkling. If ail the other part of the church service i.» dull, do not have the music dull. With so many thrilling things to sing about, away with all drawling and stupidity. There is nothing that makes me so nervous as to sit In ft pulpit and look off on an audience with their eyes three-fourths Hosed, and their lips al most shut, mumbling the praises of God. During one of my journeys 1 preached to an audience of two or three thousand people, and all the music they made together did not equal one skylark! People do not sleep at a coronation; do not let us sleep when we come to a Savior’s crowning. Iii order to a proper discharge of this duty, let us stand up. save as age or weakness or fatigue excuse us. Seated In au easy pew we cannot do this duty half so well as when upright we throw our whole body into it. L**t our song be like an acclamation of vic tory. Vou have a right to sing; do not surrender your prerogative. If in the performance of your duty, or the attempt at it. you should lose your place in the musical scale and be cne C below when you ought to be one C above, or you should come in half a bar behind, we will excuse you! S 111, it is better to do as Paul says, and sing "with the fcpirit and the under standing also.” Again, I remark church music must he congregational. This opportunity must be brought down within the range of the whole audience. A song that the worshipers cannot sing is of no more use to them than a sermon in Choctaw. What an easy kind of church it must be where the minister does all the preaching and the elders all the praying and the choir all the singing! There are but very few churches where there are"two hundre I and forty and five singing men and singing women." In some churches it is almost considered a disturbance if a man let out his voice to full com pass, and the people get up on tiptoe and look over between the spring hats and wonder what that man Is making all that noise about. In Syracuse. N. Y., in a Presbyterian church, th re was one member who came to me when l was the pastor of another church in that city, and told me his trouble—how that as he persisted in singing on the Sabbath day, a com mittee, made up of tlie session and the choir, had come to ask him If he would not Just please to keep still! You have a right to sing Jonathan Kdwards ured to set apart whole days ; for singing. Let us wake up to this 1 duty. Let us sing al me. sing In our j famil'es. sing in our schools, sing in our churches. i wsinl to rouge you to a unanimity tn Chriei.mi nor* that him n»ver >et ' been etUbltfd. Come, now, rlmr your threats unit t ready (or thin duty, or j you alii nrvrr hear the tnd of tIt r I never shall fnrgrt hearing a Frntih nrtn »ing the "Maraelllalte" on the i Churn (is Kljeeca. I'aiti, just brfo.a the ha I tie of Htdan In IbfU. I never e.iwr | mi. h enthusiasm before or *ln»*\ A* j he Min that notional a.r oh. how ih | l'ren< bmeii shouud' Have you evri | n an KnglUh assemblage heird a bind l»lay "Uo-| Have the Queen"* If you have, you know something about tin j enthusiasm of a national air Now. I tell you that Iheoa »n<* we altig Htb hath by Hah bath are the aetiunal air* of the kmgd< m of heaven. and If you do not learn to etna them hare, how do you ever viywi to • eg the eon* of H<hm and the Uuil>* I shoo'd to be wryniMl at all If »>«• »f the It I j antheme of heaven were made up of | am of ihe heel eenca ef earth Mil Mod IBi’reaee o>ir revereme for t’bf e •tan psalmody. and he*p wa from dl« inrlii It by our tadtfferema and t tv willy When Cromwell* army aval into hattla he at the head wf It ne day and gave on< the long meter dot ioa i to the tune «*f the MMd II >n dtedth and that gr*at host vv uyuni by company. iegim*nl by tegtmaai I division by division, joined In (hr dox ology: •’Praise (iod, from whom all bl'S'ings flow; Praise Him, all creatures here below ; Praise Him above, ye heavenly host Praise Father, Son and Holy Gho3t.” And while they sang they marihcd, and while they marched they fought, and while they fought thpy go( the victory. 0, men and women of Jesus Christ, let us go into-all our < onfli'ts singing the praises of God, and then, instead of falling back, as we often do,, from defeat to defeat, we will be marching from victory to victory. "Gloria In Excels)s" is written over many organs. Would that by cur ap preciation of the goodness of God and the mercy of Christ and the grandeur of heaven, wc could have "Gloria In Exeeisis” written over all our souls. "Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost, as It was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end. Amen!" THE COMING CENSUS. On the first day of next June, census enumerators in the various districts assigned to them will start forth to. <ount the population and to acquire such other Information as congress ' as decreed shall be a part of the twelfth decennial census of the United State*. These enumerators will have two weeks in the cities and four weeks In the country in which to gather their information, and will count each per son as belonging to the city or town of which he was a legal resident on June first. Whether this is the best time in the year to take the census has long been in dispute. Previous to 1830. August first was the date on which the count began. This shows that the summer vacation habit had not then developed. June Is now almost too late. Most students of statistical science think April or May would be a better time, and Mr. Carroll I). Wright, In a cen sus bill which he drafted a few years ago, made April first the date for be ginning. Congress was conservative, however, and preferred to make no change; but by 1910 it Is probable an earlier month will be chosen. The objection to beginning the enu meration on June first comes from the cities, most of wh'ch are ambitious to show as great a growth as possible. When the census reports are not as favorable as bad been expected, the cry of “inaccuracies in the census' is usually raised. It is doubtless true that the summer migration to the country does result In some errors and oversights in an enumeration begun in June. The Christmas holidays are a fa vorite time for census taking In Eu rope, but In America the heavy snows of the Northern states would make any winter month impracticable. Even In April the country roads In the ex treme North are heavy with mud, and travel la almost Impossible. The difficulty in fixing a date adapted to all parts of the great republic Is a forcible reminder of the extent of its territory and the diversity of its cli mate and physical conditions. \ Henry Clay Slorj. An old negro and his wife, who had found freedom through Clay's efforts, made their home in Washington, where the old man, with ti.e assist ance of some white folks, turned an unused barn into a meeting-p ace tor ligious services. He was indefatigable in his e:orts to collect a sufficient fund to supply a pulpit, and so on. One Sunday morning he was walking along Pennsylvania avenue, when he happened to meet the great Kentucky senator. "Well, Bob," said the sen ator. “what are you doing out s > ejrly Sunday morning?” “Sarvant. Marse Henry; sarvant, sah. You know de early bird ketches de worm.” “Oh. you are worm-hunting, are you?” "Yes, Marse Henry. I wunts to ax of you. won’t you help me some ’bout my little church.” “No, Indeed,” said the senator; ''I'll not give you a cent 1 gave you something not long ago to help you with that church." Yes, Marse Henry, dat's so, sah; you did Indeed, sah, an* (bit's u tream.* laid up fur you In hebbon, sah." 'Oh, It is, is it?" and Clay moved on. Turn ing suddenly, lie said: "Come here. Hob, come here.” Taking from Ills pocket a roll of bills, he continued: "Here Is $:m I won at curds after sit ting up all last night. Now. if you enu reconcile the use of money gotten in that way to church purp s*s. lake It along." Old Boh how id and pulled hla cap, "Sarvant, Mu mm* 11* my; thankee, sah Ood do move In a mya terua way Ilia wonder to perform* Thankee, Marse lleriry; thank* e sah!' The Argonaut. Hulll Mar kMI no a I’alpt*. v'm« mnail Kuqmrar UUbtr.ltr W Vn Al Vadla. thla eoualjf, a nttnbnr of Iha ton* ir gallon found a blrd'n r.att t*n ib« (inlpll if iba M I*. rtiuiih ton* tailing i»a *«■» I h" not «4i ti iilt of a variaiy of RuWffi that had l> tn pUi*«l on tha |»«u of irtlJitra on Daeerniton I my Tha bird t» n w ling, and a gtaaa of ««i«r ha* !»*•« t»U«rd near I ha aval fat ih» bird drlnh Tha nta to tiara ara grnaily agt* •mad and Ihlah I ha ap|r‘Mi’*B‘** of lha bird la a lohan of daalh Mood •# Matabola “I na««t >ao for2** Mnual Utalaai, m(n>M I »*»l III *> h “d With "Wit aha au •indittu*'* •*S» but aha afnata broughl *«*h >*•»«>!» Mounbar pukka *ilh hay I tn* ha*n '*