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BROTHERHOOD *- J Ii | That plenty but reproaches me i|]i 11 Which leaves my brother bare. J»i[ 11 Not wholly glad my heart can be i[|i ]i While his is bowed with care. Jn| i| If I go free, and sound and stout ijj> j! While hi. j)oor fetters clank, JhJ !’ Unsated still, I'll still cry out, i[Ji j! And plead with Whom 1 thank. Sij '| Almighty: Thou, uho Father be - V ]» Of him, of me, of all. !"! i| Draw us togther, him and me, '!!' 11 That whichsoever fall, . |"| i[ The other’s hand may fail him not,— '!!' 11 The other's strength decline \'| i| No task of succor that his lot 'I!1 11 May claim from son of Thine. '< J \ I would be fed. I would be clad. Jh | i1 I would be housed and dry. i|ji '| But if so be my heart is sad,— ]n| !' What benefit have I? i||i 11 Best he whose shoulders best endure 1 hJ || The load that brings relief, ,''i | And best shall be bis joy secure Si1 ji Who shares that joy with grief. |"! i[ —E. S. Martin in Scribner's Magazine 'll1 One Blow Too Many. BY CHARI.ES EUGENE BANKS. (Copyright, 1901. by Dally Story I’ub. Co.) Teddy McFarland left the train at the little station of Limerick, so named from the fact that the country for miles around had been settled by peo ple from that district in Ireland. After ttvo years in the Klondike the little village seemed quiet as a graveyard. It was Sunday morning and the vil lage, solemn in its stillness, was in strong contrast to Dawson city, where Sundays wore unknown, but all days Were alike noisy with wild sports or Serious adventure. The young man turned into a cross street and walked slowly along under the shade of the newly leaved apple trees. A block farther on the bell in the little Catholic church rang out the morning service hour. McFarland stopped by the gate to watch the arrival of the country pe> f pie, every one of whom he knew tut who failed to recognize in this tanned and bearded mr.a the smooth-faced youngster who had left them two years before to seek bis fortune in the cold lands of Alaska. There was a touch of mystery about the situation that quickened his Irish blood. A word from him and the scene would in stantly change and he would become the center of an excited, questioning group; for few ever traveled far from this settlement and a man who had seen the frozen mountains of the far Northwest would he more than a nov elty in the eyes of this simple, people. But all McFarland’s coolness van ished and his face flushed crimson as a tall, fair girl sprang lightly out of an old carry-all and came toward him. .Then he leaned back against the ga.e post and waited, his eyes dancing with anticipation of a speedy recogni — a fSR i “Mollie Westcott! Impossible!” tion. But the girl passed hiru with out the least show of recognition and hurriedly entered the church. Mc Farland saw that she was pale, had a sad, hopeless look that went straight to hi. heart. He wondered if she was grieving because of his absence and thought if this was so how soon he should bring the color back to her cheeks and the light of happiness to her eyes. While he was speculating cu this coming happiness two old nun drove up in a carriage, and one, hand ing the reins to tho other with the sir of proprietorship, climbed down from his seat and came up the path toward the gate. It was old James Hennessy. McFarland knew him well as a character generally disliked for his hard, grinding practices, so differ ent from the free, open-handed na tures of the people of the settlement. But the novelty of being a stranger In his native village was wearing away f and McFarland called out p»easantly enough: “Good morning, Mr. Hennessy. Have you forgotten the eon of your neigh bor McFarland?” “What? So it is; so it is. Back from your wild goose chase after gold and poorer than when you left, I’ll warrant,” replied the old man gruffly. “I've seen something of the world, at least,” laughingly responded Mc Farland, "and that is better than hav ing nothing and seeing nothing which would have been the case bad I stayed at home.” “Well, you’re bark in good time,” chuckled the old man. “There’s going to be a pretty wedding here this morn ing and if you're civil you may get the chance to salute the bride.” “Good luck to be sure. And who may be the happy man?” The old man straightened himself. “I am, sir. The ceremony will be per formed at the close of the morning service.” “It’s glad I am for you, Mr. Hen nessy, but who is the bride?” “You saw her go in a moment ago— Mollie Wescott.” "Mollie Wescott! Impossible." “Why not?” snorted Hennessy. “Is there anything strange about a fine young woman fancying a man with a thousand acres of land and a good bank account? Especially,” he added with a leer, “when her father is bank rupt.” “Do you mean that Wescott has lost his farm?" “Yes, or would have lost It if a good friend had not stood by him.’’ “You old devil,” cried McFarland, advancing upon the other with clenched hands. “So you’ve got Wescott in a tight place and are forcing him to give you his pretty daughter to save him from ruin.” "Travel doesn’t seem to have im proved your manners, young man. I should advise you to be more civil or you may not get a chance to taste the wedding cake.” The old man went chuckling up the church steps leaving his young rival sweating with impotent rage. Could it he that this fair young girl who had been the hope of his life ever since they were playchildren together was willingly sacrificing herself to this miser's gold? No; he would not be lieve it. It must he for her father's sake. If only he was sure of this ho would go into the church and forbid it. He had not come hack empty handed and could easily help Mr. Wes cott out of his difficulties. But sup posing she had thrown him over for Hennessy. He paced back and forth before the church door listening to the priest droning out the service, unable to settle on any definite plan of action. “Wud ye like to know something that wud stop the weddin’, sor?" whis pered a hoarse voice in his ear. Turn ing. he saw the old man Hennessy had left in the wagon pulling at his sleeve. “I’ve been wid him since before he left New York,” continued the shriv eled little fellow'. “He’s been a hard master to me all along, but this morn ln’ he beat me Lke a dog because 1 told him he ought not to ruin th’s young girl’s life. If you would save her, sor, go in and ask him what has become of tho wife and children he left back there in the city. He can't deny it, sor." “Glorious old fellow! Gad, I could hug you. "All I Rsk ov you, sor, la that you don’t let him know It wuz me that told ye. He’d kill me If he knew.” “Never fear, I'll take care of you all right. Climb hack in the carriage and look dumb. I'll attend to the rest of It.” McFarland threw his hat into th° air for very Joy of his feelings and then, smoothing the smiles out of his face, walked solemnly Into the church. The couple were already at the altar and the priest was preparing to say the final words that should make them i man and wife when the young miner strode down t>» aisle, and touching Hennessy on the shoulder said quiet ly: "Before this matter goes any farther I must have a word with you.” Tiie priest was so startled that he dropped his book. People in the pews started to their feet in wild excite ment; Hennessy turned with a snarl upon the young man, choking with rage at the unseemly interruption. The bride threw one swift glance Into the eyes of the stranger, and a flush swept over her face and she clutched the al i tar rail to steady herself. McFarland ' was the only cool one in the house. “I’m sorry to Interrupt the proceed ings, Mr. Hennessy,” he continued, "hut unless you wish the people here to hear what I have to say you'd better " “Away with you, fool!” roared th< | old man. “Take the madman away. H< 1 has nothing I want to hear. Take hin away.” “If I have nothing you wish to hear I have something that will interest my old neighbors. Listen friends. I am Teddy McFarland. You have all known me since I was a child. Two years ago I went away to seek for gold in the Klondike. While there I worked with a man wno once lived in New York. In telling him of the people here I men tioned this man.' Hennessy. He asked for more concerning him and recog nized him as a former acquaintance He told me that Hennessy had a wife and children in New Y'ork, that he deserted them to come west; left them to starve. I can prove what I say. Y'ou know it is true. Ixiok at the old ras cal. He shows his guilt in his looks tfou don't deny It, do you Hennessy?” “They are all dead, long ago,” stammered the old man groping blind ly around for his cane. “Oh, no they’re not Hennessy. There’s time enough yet for you to make amends. Let me help you to your carriage. You seem rather feeble.” Hennessy pushed aside the proferred assistance and staggered out of the church. The young miner turned and held out his arms and Mollie Westeott whis pered her thanks from the safe retreat of his enfolding. “The saints forgive me for lying In "I Must Have a Word with You.” the church, but it’ll save the old man | a beating,” thought McFarland as he ! bent to kiss the gold of Mollie's hair. Collies. James Hogg, the Ettrick shepherd, lias many anecdotes of the breed of dogs known as the collies. He had ono named “Sirrah,” of which he re lates the following: “Fpon one occa sion, about seven hundred lambs, I which were under his care at weaning ( time, broke up at midnight and scam pered off, in three divisions, across ’ the neighboring hills, in spite of all that he and an assistant could do to keep them together. The night was so dark that he could not see Sirrah; but the faithful animal heard his mas ter lament their absence in words which, or all others, were sure to set! him most on the alert, and without i more ado, he silently set off in quest of the recreant flock. Meanwhile the shepherd and his companion did not fail to do all in their power to recover their lost charge; they spent the whole night in scouring the hills for nules j around, but of neither the lambs nor ' Sirrah could they obtain the slightest trace. It was the most extraordinary circumstance that had ever occurred In the annals of pastoral life. They had nothing for it, day having dawned, but to return to their master, and in form him that they had lost his whole flock of lambs, and knew not what was to become of one of them. On their way home however, they discovered a lot of lambs at the bottom of a deep ; ravine called the Flesh Cleuch, and the j indefatigable Sirrah standing in front j of them looking round for some relief, j but still true to Ills charge. The sun was then up, and when they first came in view they concluded that it was one of the divisions which Sirrah had been unable to manage until he came to that commanding situation. I3nt what was their astonishment when they dis covered that not one lamb of the whole flock was wanting. How he had got all the divisions collected in the dark is beyond comprehension. 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