Dy JOHN R. MUSICK, Author of "My*t*rloua Mr. Howard,” "The Dark Sti anger,” "Charlie Alteuda a'a Double," Etc. Copyright, 18*7. by Robb»t Rok«**'« Sow*. All rlcbu raaerred. CHAPTER XII. "D’ye know him?” Kate asked. “Yes, I have seen him.” "Ye know no good o’ him, I be bound, and I’m one as is not slow in expressin’ my mind about such cat tle.” “Don’t, Kate, I beseech you.” All the while the marble white face of Theodore was unmoved. "Is this your hand-bag, Laura?” he asked, picking up the pretty, white bag where the porter had left it. “Yes.” “Let me carry It to the hotel for you. This good woman will assist you. Come, there is but one hotel in the place, and there is no missing it. It Is a long way from the landing, with no cable line.” In a maze the unfortunate Laura was led from the landing back toward the hotel. She had left home, hoping to be rid of her persecutor, and found him waiting at the landing for her. She longed to know, and yet dreaded to ask him why he had come to Alaska. Her heart told her he was on his way to the Klondyke, and she felt a strange dread of him. On reaching the hotel, which was a miserable affair made of boards and but roughly finished, she ordered a room and was taken to it. Kate was assigned a miserable little apartment near the kitchen, where she could smell the beef roasting and hear the cooks quarreling. Laura had cot been long in her apartment when there came a tap at her door, and a boy with tangled, red liair entered and said: “Ef yer please, mum, thar’s a feller downstairs who gin me this keard fer ye, an’ says he’d like ter chin yes a bit.” Laura took the small, neat card from the dirty hand of the boy and, glancing at it, read the name of Theo dore I.aekland. Should she see him? She knew the interview must come. In fact she wished for it on her own ac count, so why not have it at once, understand each other and have it over with? She told the boy that she would see the stranger at once, and he bowed his red head and retired from the apartment. She nerved herself for the coming interview. There came a light rap at the door. “Come In,” she said. The door opened and Theodore Lackland entered the apartment. There was an insidious smile on his face, as he said: “You did not expect to meet me, did you?” "I certainly did not,” she answered, her eyes growing round with astonish ment. “I hope my appearance did not cause any unpleasant shock to your nerves, and now' that it is over I trust you will be glad 'to have a friend in this strange, wild land.” There was a short pause, after which he went on: “I will bo frank with you. Miss Kean. I came that I might ho near you.’ "I am capable of taking care of my self,” she answered. “But while I concede all that, I reasoned that you were coming to a land beset by many dangers, ar.d could r.ct feel comfortable in the thought that you were alone. I had leisure and means, and consequently why not devote them to your ser vice? Oh, Laura.” and he drew his chair a little nearer to her. "I know you spurn me. I know you believe rne to be a deceitful hypocrite, but 1 am not so bad as you think. I am your friend—your best friend if you will only permit me—’’ “I cannot.” “You have mistaken mo all along.” “Perhaps at times 1 have, but I know you now.” “Laura, will you listen to me a moment—Just one moment?” “Yes. I will have to do so, as I have no other choice.” k His voice regained its ralmncss, but his manner was still agitated. ”1 may serve you even yet.” he said. “I have done you much wrong —I know that—and him. too. I did you and him a wrong, knowing I would repent it to the last hour of my life, but I was driven to it; I had no power to resist it—it mastered me then; it masters me now.” Theodore had risen and took a step nearer. "Laura." he raid, and his voice fell to a broken whisper, "l love you so I can see you the wife of another if he can make you more happy than I. Do you believe there can be an unsel fish love? 1 know it, and I swear that ■f you can he more happy as the wife of Paul Miller, then 1 will go with you all over the world to find Paul Miller, and if he he li\ing will find him and give him to you.” Mis words had produced a profound effect on Laura, and she could only ea/.u on him in wonder. Overwhelm ed by the ardent manner of the man, she was speechless and dumbfounded. When she could regain her voice she “Heaven forgive me, Mr, T.aekland, If I have done you injustice. “I freely forgive you. It is so dim v cllll for us to understand each other Knat we are continually blundering and making mistakes. But now that ay motives are plain, now that you Tee how unselfish 1 am, i hope you win trust me implicitly. You may think you have money sufficient to push this search and may he mis taken; ail I ask of you is that you allow me to furnish the fupds you need. You shall cot lack means to find Paul." The man watched with anxious eyes the face of the girl to read the im pression his groat generosity would make. It was favorable, and his delight at the discovery was almost diabolical. ‘‘Thank you, I aura. You have made me supremely happy by accepting my favor. I will endeavor to find Paul for you. We will go together, and do all that can be done to find him.” He bowed and went out. She bow ed her face in her hands and wept. “My heart misgives me,” she sob bed. “He talks fair and seems hon est, but something within keeps say ing: ‘Trust him r.ot!’” Ben Holton, who had remained be hind to look after her heavier luggage, arrived at the hotel, ar.d went to con sult with his mistress about some missing packages. On his way to her room lie met I.ackland, and was much astounded to see a man whom he thought in Fresno that he was half inclined to think himself mistaken. ‘‘I say, Miss Laura, was a feller in here a mir.it ago?” he asked. “Yes.” "He looked just like Lackland. "It was Lacnland.” t “Well, Miss Laura, I* jlst be dod parted if he's here for any good. He's after grub stakes, ye kin depend on et. Look out for him.” She then told her faithful employe the proposition he had made, and old Ben listened carefully to her, and at the conclusion said: "I’ll bet my head for a football that it’s a salted mine he's a-plautin’. Don't ye bite at his bait, Miss Laura; don’t ye bite.” Laura was more distressed after the departure of Ben Hoi ion than before. She began to realize how utterly help less she was. There was quite .a change in the expression on Lackland’s face after he left Laura's room. All the benevo lence and unselfish concern for the girl’s welfare gave way to a look of selfishness, and he chuckled In tri umph. "I will have her yet. She will be wholly in my power. A few weeks more, another turn of the cards and the game is mine.” At a low groggery in the town he found his two employes, Ben Allen and Horsa Cummins. “Well, how are you faring?” asked Lackland. “Dry!” growled Cummins. “Come, Cummins, you remember the obligation imposed on you when you were employed—you were not to drink.’ "Yes, but that makes me dry,” said Cummins, with a wink. "Now, you have both been here be fore, have you not?’ "Yes.” "Do you know where to procure good outfits?” "Right here is the best place in Alaska,” declared Cnmmins. "How much will a first-class outfit cost?" Cummins reflected a moment and said: “Well, I think it will take about two thousand dollars.” Without returning a word his em ployer counted out the money and told him to go and procure it at once. Cummins and Davis set out, and next morning reported that all had been secured. "It is well,” declared the shrewd Mr. Lackland. “Be prepared to go when even I give the word.’ "We’ll be ready.” When his hirelings had pone Lack land went to the hotel and sent, up his card to Miss Laura Kean. She admit ted him, and he asked: "Miss Kean, when arc you going to cross the pass and start for the Klon dyke?” "As soon as I can. I want to go with the first train.” "There are some gentlemen ready to start in the morning.” “Then I can get ready. I will go with them,” she declared. "Would you like my services in securing you an outfit?” “Yes, yes; if you can, secure me an outfit at once.” “I’ll do so. I would as soon start myself to-morrow as any other time. You will want Indian porters for your luggage and a sled and dogs for your self. Have Ben Holton pack up all your effects and be ready,” and he left. Ben Holton was only a stupid fel low, but he declared he did not like the arrangements at ail, and smelled a greatbig mouse somewhere. Never theless, Ben went to work packing up the goods and preparing for the journey. I.aura took her place on the sled, and the Esquimau with big snow shoes came to strap her in and draw the robes and furs over her. "Are you strapped in securely?” Lackland asked Laura. "Yes.” “Do you think you will be comfort able?” “I know I shall.” They were soon in the midst of a driving snowstorm, and Kate Willis declared that she "just knew that child would freeze.” They halted before reaching the summit and camped. Tents had been brought and every precaution was taken to provide for the comfort of Laura Kean. She and Kate were housed in a tent warmed by a gasoline stove, which made it quite comfort able. Next day they resumed tkeir march, crossed the summit and began the descent. T ackland was often scon talking with one of the Indians, who spoke English fairly well, and was a big, J burly, villainous-looking fellow. Ona day two men came to their cams*. They held long and earnest confer* j ences, and when they went away that uight the man named Ben Allen went with them. It is perhaps needless to inform the reader that the two men were Morris and Ned Padgett, who brought the information that Paul and the old hermit were prisoners in the cavern. "It is lucky I learned of his cap ture,’’ thought Lackland. “Curse him, why isn't he dead? For over a year he has been lost in the forest and j thought to be dead; now, why Isn't ' he dead?" * Lackland littlo dreamed that the very tools he was using were willing to betray him if they could make more out ot it, and that they were try ing by bribes and threats to extort from the prisoners in the cavern the secret of the cached treasure. After Ben left the party to fulfil liis orders they camped three weeks in a valley. Laura inquired why they delayed so long, but Lackland had abundant ex cuses, and assured her they would go on before winter set in in earnest. Already lowering clouds had hung over the'valley and covered it with snow. At last they broke camp and were moving slowly toward the Yukon, when a dog was discovered coming toward them. Beyond a doubt it was the property of somo of the Klondyk ers. Horsa Cummins discovered a strip of tanned skin about its neck and called the attention of Lackland to it. Ho quickly removed it and read: “We are in the forest out of food and starving. Follow on the trail at once and find us. Paul Miller and Companion.” The bit of tanned skin dropped from the trembling hand of Theodore Lack land. He pressed his hand to his fore head and groaned. "What is it, boss?” asked Cummins. “Go into camp. We must start at once to find some men who are starv ing.” When they went into camp, after taking care to see that Laura was made comfortable, he took one man and three Indians and started on the back trail made by the dog. All the while he was thinking: “Paul Miller and one companion. Who can that companion be?” CHAPTER XIII. Clarence Berry and the Metlakaht lans. Clarence Berry and his brave little wife Ethel continued to heap up their golden treasure day by day, but they had not forgotten their unfortunate friend, Paul Miller. One evening, as they sat in their shanty, before the great, blazing fire, they received the usual visitors, Long Dick and Gid Myers. “Say, ef ye want t' see d’ worst old goesers ye ever clapped yer lamps upon, ye want t’ go down d’ camp,” be gan Dick. “Dun know, but it looks mightly t’ me like it was some starved-out Egyp tian mummies az had been resurrect ed from de pryamids.” "Where are they from?’ "Metlakahtla.” “Where is that?” “An island far away across the mountains.” Clarence opened his book again, and, casting a casual glance over the pages, remarked that he did not see what they had to do with the peace of the miners of the Klondylce. Gid was about to speak when his friend began: “That’s where yer off yer trolley, Clarence. They come without recom mendation, but they spin mighty strange yarns, and old Glum he put tliis thing and that thing together ar.fi say they got some information.” (To be continued.) OUR SOIL RICH IN GEMS. Where American Precious Stones Have Been Found by Miners. The report of the geological survey, just compiled for 1901, shows that during that year there were mined in the United States precious stones to the value of about $300,000. When talking about rare and beautiful geni3 one's thoughts naturally revert to South Africa or the orient or the mountains of Asia or Europe, or per haps to South America, hut one is not likely to think of our own land yield ing them; but the fact is, that no in significant value in gems is taken from the soil right here at home. The report of the geological survey shows that during that year we mined in the United States precious stones to the value of about $300,000. Diamonds represent only $100 of this amount, but the fact that they are found at all gives encouragement to the hope that paying fields of them may some time he found. Last year one diamond was found in Lee county, Georgia, where diamonds were not be fore known to exist. New Mexico furnished $118,000 in turquoises, and these have been placed on the market. Montana gave us $90,000 in sapphires, which come next. They come from Fergus county'. Granite county is now being explored for fancy colored sap phires, that give evidence of being there in paying quantities. Fine and extensive rhodolite garnet deposits are found in Macon county, North Caro lina. Many dark greeni, blue and yel low beryls, as well as amethysts and emeralds, were found in that state There is hardly a state of the Union in which there is not some trace ot precious stones and It appears not at all unlikely that before many years we may be competing with the old world in furnishing gems. IN A WANTON SPIRIT TARIFF TINKERS ARE LIKE MIS CHIEVOUS BOYS. Eager to Make a Hole In the Protec tion Dam, Apparently in Ignorance of the Dire Disaster Which They Would Tin,* Precipitate Upon the Country. Gentlemen who are advocating the readjustment of the tarifT and the dis turbing of business interests and of the existing conditions which make for general prosperity are hard to please. They are mischievous or ignorant. Though they are con fronted with unexampled prosperity in every part of the country they do not seem to know it. There are few idle men in any branch of industry. Every competent workingman who really wishes to get employment has little difficulty in finding it. The “want” columns of tho newspapers are filled with demands for every kind of labor and the “situations wanted” columns have dwindled in corre sponding degree. In addition to the marvelous activity in every line of manufacture and trade, the country is on the eve of the most abundant har vests known in many years. Appar ently there will he no crop failure of any kind. Corn, wheat and cotton will he marketed in enormous quantities, and undoubtedly will fetch good prices. There will be an abundance of corn for feeding cattle, which should make lower prices l'or beef, and the packers will have better prof its at lower prices than they have had this year. What ails those chronic malcontents and discontents whose feelings find expression in the jeremiads of such calamity howlers as Bryan? What is the matter with them? Are they dis tressed because of abounding prosper ity? Bo they in a spirit of malice or recklessness long to experiment with another condition of affairs? Have they not yet learned tho lesson that it is “better to leave well enough alone?” Might it not be advantageous for Chicago, for instance, to feel the impulse of the good times all about us and reap some of the benefits which other cities are enjoying? The effort to disturb existing con ditions in trade and business for the purpose of giving occupation to a cer tain class of restless politicians who have nothing to do in prosperous times is unwise, if nothing worse, ! and exhibits the wanton spirit of the small boy who defaces public build ings. destroys private property ai.J tortures animals to give expression to his superabundant “cussedness. ” Some of those who are so anxious to try “the other side” and experiment with depression and disaster appear to desire the fulfillment of these pro phecies of evil even if their fellow citizens have to suffer therefrom. Others from lack of experience or from sheer selfishness, having no other occupation hut politics and being on the losing side, evidently think that bad times for ether people may be good times for thorn. Those who in this spirit wish fqr change should read in Mr. Allertor.’s letter, printed on Tuesday last, his reference to 1894, when as the result of demor alizing business and disturbing pros perity “every one was idle, old men and young men asking i'or a job.” Those who desire this condition of things, those who would like to see the fires put out in the great mills at South Chicago—men walking the streets this winter looking in vain for employment, the hignways full of tramps and hobos, the corridors of the city hall and the police stations crowded with vagrants—men, women and children actually perishing from hunger and cold—will do what they can to reverse present conditions. They will subscribe to the program w hich the calamity howlers would like to have carried out for the delectation of their misguided followers. It is only candidates out of office and poli ticians out of jobs who would have a “change.” They will not be gratified, for “prosperity is the issue and all other questions aro secondary.”—Chi cago Tribune, CId Story; Modern Application. There is an old story of a bumpkin who saw a fowler take nim at a bird in the topmost branch of a tree, and who, when the gun had been dis charged and the bird came down with a thud to the earth observed: "That was a waste of powder; the fall alone was enough to kill the bird.” The Democratic party has always been addicted to equally shallow criti | cism. In the 70's the Democrats of j Wisconsin were greenbackcrs. They ! bitterly denounced the resumption act; and when resumption was fol lowed by a return of prosperity they refused to admit that the resumption act had anything to do with the im provement of business. In 1890 they furiously attacked the gold standard, having previously taken advantage of a brief lease of power to run afoul of : the protective tariff. When Republi j can legislators enacted the Dingley law and placed the currency upon a sound basis, and prosperity returned after dreary years of panic and de pression, the Democrats said the pros perity would have come anyhow, from the revival of confidence, their eyes were tightly closed to the fact that ; sound currency and the Dingley tariff were the conditions precedent to the revival of confidence, without which confidence would not have revived any more than the bird that provoked the bumpkin’s foolish remark would have fallen if it had not been shot. Sportsmen would hag few birds if a law were passed compelling them I to dispense with weapons and wait till the birds fell from the trees. The Democrats are going into the pres ent congressional campaign advocat ing a policy as foolish as that—more foolish, indeed, for the business pros perity of the country is of vastly greater importance than the bagging of birds.—Milwa ukee Wisconsin. A WOMAN'S SUGGESTION. How to Insure an Increased Demand for the Product of American Skill. In a contribution to the American Economist Grace Miller White bring? forward the suggestion that if the women of the United States were to act in concert in buying and using only fabrics, materials and articles that art! ol American make they could revolutionize trade and labor condi tions io this country. This writer, who has gone much deeper into econ omics than is the habit of her sex tc go, demonstrates that by uniting in a common determination to patronize none but home industries tne women of America would bring about an enormous increase in production, and with it better qualities, more accept able Rtyles and cheaper prices. As the matter now stands Paris is the world's great market for novelties of all kinds in women's wear. A man ufacturer in England, France or Ger many, being assured of a world mar ket m Paris, increases his unit of pro duction to meet that certain demand. Among the mercantile buyers who as semble at Paris at different seasons ol the year the buyers from the United States are by far the most liberal pur chasers, for they buy for a country whose purchasing power and consum ing capacity is twice or three times •- conquered by Spiritual, not carnal, weapons, and by the wonder ful power of the Holy Spirit. Tho victory does not destroy men but sins, and crimes, and bad customs. Life Is a Struggle. There Is a constant struggle between vice and virtue, justice and injustice. Vice shows its undaunted head in the face of law. and ofttimes our represen tatives, appointed to uphold the law, appear before their superiors with breath and actions that show that vice has crept in, has overcome the men sent out to protect our laws. The main thing in this life is to fignt. The world only moves to its better end through strife, struggle and si'** a.— ’ Rev. Dr. Lorimer.