CHAPTER VII.
The Strayed Cow.
Dolores sat in the doorway walt
l jig for her father's return from the
tavern. He had been to the house
while she was over the mountain, and
had his supper. She herself had eaten
nothing, for she had no appetite In
spite of her walk over the mountain.
She was quite idle, her hands in
their old listless attitude in her lap,
her dark head resting against the
unpainted door post, her grave face
and thoughtful eyes raised to the
heavens. The moonlight falling across
her face defined it clear and perfect
as marble; upon the clean bare floor
behind her lay her shadow long and
dark.
The night was silent; the distant
sound of rude singing from the tav
ern died away; the lights went out
one after another in the long, low
houses. Dolores began to wonder
vaguely why her father did not come.
Midnight had passed; the hours ticked
away one by one on the big clock
in the corner, the moon hung round
and golden above the mountain peaks
in the west; in the east a streak of
whiter light appeared, broadened and
deepened. The girl's shadow disap
peared from the floor; it lay in front
of her on the door stone.
The cow was cropping the grass on
the roadside, her breathing deep and
contented. Lodie, the next neighbor,
came up the road with a bucket. His
well was low in this dry weather;
Johnson’s well was public property at
such times.
“A sheer day,” he Raid apologetical
ly, looking at the brindle.
Dolores roused herself, a slow
thought coming to her mind. ‘‘I have
been waiting for my father,” she said.
“Is he still at the tavern?”
I.odie held the bucket suspended
half way down the well; a dull sur
prise was the leading expression on
his face.
"Don't ye know where ne went,
D’lores? Warn’t ye hyar when he
kem up fer his gun an’ started ter
hunt ther cow ower yander on ther
mounting? Ther cow is hyar;
where’s yer feyther?”
A sudden sharp fear woke in her
' mind; she arose and faced Lodie, the
sunlight on her head.
"If he went over on the opposite
mountain to hunt Brindle and has not
returned ho must have lost his road,
or gotten hurt, or something to keep
him.”
"Yes,” said Lodie, slowly. "An’
V theys want him et ther court ter-day;
ef he ain’t thyar they’ll kem fer him;
theys sweared they’d hev him, fer
ther thing kyant be settled tell he
goes.”
He swung the bucket up on the
edge of the well and passed down the
road in silence, his slouching figure
like a blot on the exquisite landscape.
Breakfast was ready, and Dolores
went in and set the potatoes and ba
con at one side of the hearth; the
coffee was ready to make; she never
made that till it was ready to be
drank. When all was ready within
she went out to the bank under the
pines. The sun was high and warm,
but under the pines the shadows were
cool and dark; and there she waited
for her father.
By and by the men of the settle
ment started over the mountain in
groups of twos and threes. Dolores
watched them go, scarce taking her
lyes from them till their slouching
figures faded and blended with the
yellow road and the rugged paths. As
they passed they asked for her lather,
She arose and faced Lodie.
every one receiving the same reply.
Later, as Dolores watched, a yellow
L clsc< =1 dust arose where the road
and the sky seamed to meet. She
watched It mechanically. As the cloud
appeared and drew nearer out of it
appenred a body of horsemen riding
at. a sharp pace down the rough road.
They slackened their pace as they
came up. The girl was plainly dis
cernible ;n her print gown under the
pines. They halted at the rickety
gate, and or.e of them dismounted and
went up the walk. He removed his
hat as lie drew near Dolores.
‘‘Miss Johnson?”
She hesitate* a moment; the name
was unfamiliar to her save as used
by young Green. Then she bent her
head tn reply.
"Your father?”
"He Is not here,” she said, slowly.
^'V.'hsrs c*D Ad4 bIp>?’’
[
“I do not know."
“But we must find him.” He
frowned sternly; Ills face and voice
were authoritative. * He Is summoned
to appear in court to-day in the Green
ease; the law cannot wait. Can you
give us no Idea where we can tiad
him?”
“No.”
He returned to his companions and
reported that Johnson was not there;
his daughter did not know where he
was. They held a consultation. If it
were possible Johnson must be found
and brought to court that day; law
and right must not be delayed. Riding
down the mountain they halted'at the
tavern. The tavern-keeper’s wife came
out to meet them.
They asked for water; Bhe said
water was scarce on the mountain,
-r o.
“But we must find him.”
but she could give them cider if that
would do.
They replied that cider would do
very well—in fact, much better than
water for their purpose, for they had
a rough time before them.
As they drank they asked for the
host. He was away, she said, gone
over the mountain to the town; a
trial was being held there, had they
not heard of it? Nearly every one bad
heard of it; it was making a stir.
Folks wore excited about It; there
was to be a trial there, and Johnson
—had they ever heard of Johnson?—
was all they were waiting for to lay
the guilt where it belonged; he knew
more about it than most folks; some
thought
Did Johnson go? No, not that she
knew of. and she would know. He
went over to the opposite mountain
last night to hunt his cow.
In what direction did Johnson go?
She was not sure; she believed he
went right down the road across the
valley. There was a bridge across
the river if one followed the road
along the foot of the mountain a hit.
Jenkins had seen her there, and lie
told Johnson so at the tavern; John
son went right over to hunt her; he
took his gun in case he came across
game, but that was useless unless he
were luckier than usual, for Johnson
was too shiftless to have luck.
Yes, the cow came hack; she had
lost her bell; he would expect to find
her by that; doubtless he would keep
on hunting; ho hadn't sense enough
to know she would most likely come
home by herself. But if he did not
wish to return for reasons best known
to himself—Johnson was shiftless, but
he was no fool about some things.
His girl now had about as little
sense as was possible. She did not
even know when she vas well off; she
w*as like her mother for all the world,
only worse.
As for Dolores, she seamed to like
him to talk to her; she was not in the
habit of talking mnrtu she never
talked with her neighbors, she felt
above them: he was the judge's son.
and, no doubt, she felt flattered that
he took notice of her. Their men
never said much to her, for they did
not like her. Maybe she went over
the mountain. Well, maybe she went
because she wished to go. How could
she answer for her? Perhaps
Could they find Johnson if they
tried? She did not know. The oppo
site mountain was a dangerous place;
there were sharp ledges and turns and
deep chasms; folks seldom ventured
over there except for hunting; they
had no cause to go.
Did they want Johnson? He was
not in the habit of going off; he never
went hunting except on their own
mountain; he had no gi ahead in him;
he was shiftless and so was his daugh
ter—only worse.
They had accomplished their errand
and paid her liberally as they arose
to go, more determined than ever to
find Johnson were it a possible thing.
CHAPTER VIII,
The 8?e*V«.
The deputies rode slowly down the
mountain. The road was hard for
their horses and uncertain, besides it
was strange to them and strange
ground was unsafe. They talked lit
tle. On leaving the tavern one of
them remarked that the woman knew
what she was talning about, and now
they would find Johnson If such a
thing were possible, for they had more
reason than ever to find him.
They min tiaag the foot of the
mountain in seareto pt the path of
which tne vomifn spoke. There was
no road here as along the other moun
tain: a narrow line half hidden by
long grass and tangled bushes strag
gled in and out capriciously, as though
to puzzle its followers, now up the
mountain side, again straying out into
I the valley meadows nearer the river's
; moaning. Above, among the pines, the
blue haze was tangled, hiding all be
yond; the dr^ad m.vstery of the moun
tain clung like a garment about it.
The men rode on in silence; there
was a solemnity around them that
hushed all light words. The enormity
of their undertaking dawned more
! and more upon them: to search for a
man in that wilderness with the moun
tain's haert for his hiding place and
its robe of haze for his shield was ab
surd. There were chasms and dan
gerous places, sharp turnings and
winding paths, ledges hidden by haze
that would swallow a man as com
pletely as a sepulcher, and leave no
trace, massive rocks overhead that a
tremcr of the mountain would hurl
upon them. No wonder the men grew
silent, and allowed the horses to have
their way; man could not follow the
dangerous, hidden paths; only brute
instinct could find the safe places.
They came at last to the path up
the mountain, and the horses refused
(o take it until urged by whip and
spur. It was a path that shielded all
beyond It, as though the mountain
had made a fastness that none could
break. The horses toiled up slowly,
slipping now and again on the treach
erous ground; the tangled bushes and
low boughs swept them as t’;ey
passed; above the pine boughs parted
enough for a man's head to pass un
touched beneath. Now and again the
bushes and ferns; great rocks loomed
path seemed lost In the wilderness of
ahead and the path that seemed cut
off turned sharply and wound up the
mountain; again and again the horse
hoofs paused on the edge of a chasm
half hidden by haze, and the men
with white faces held them up by
main force from the ghastly depths
beneath their very feet. Their voices,
as they shouted in hopes of a reply
had Johnson lost his way, sounded
gruesome in the loneliness.
Half way up the mountain they
paused and faced about, it was use
less, they said, and foolish to follow
the path up higher; no man would
wander up there of his own free will;
facing the law were preferable; one
knew what to expect from it. Here
death laid his traps in secret ami
lured his victim on; he waited at
every corner and lurked near every
rock; he was above, below, and before
them; he reigned in the mountain's
heart. If Johnson were there he
might stay there; their lives were of
more value than his; they would re
turn to the town and report the utter
hopelessness of the search. It would
be wiser to search for him nearer
home; to hide from the law showed
that ho was cowardly, and a coward
would never come there. They would
stop at the tavern and speak to the
woman again; her words might be
wiser than they thought. And they
W'ould speak again to that girl of
Johnson’s; she might be more willing
to talk, and she was no fool.
(To be continued.)
SHIRTS GROW ON TREES THERE.
That, at Least, Is the Statement of an
Old Sailor.
“Shirts grow on trees where I came
from,’’ said the old sailor.
“How so, shipmut?” a pale clerk
asked.
The sailor emptied his glass and
wiped his mouth with the back of his
hand. “I'm a-speakln’,” he said, “of
the South seas. You know them isl
ands over there?”
“Sure,” said the clerk.
"Well, that's where I mean that
shirts grow on trees. There's a kind
of a willow tree on them islands with
a soft, flexible bark. A native selects
a tree with a trunk that's just a little
bigger round than he Is. He makes a
ring with his knife around the trunk
through the bark, and be makes an
other ring four foot below. Then, with
a slit of the knife, he draws the bark
off, the same as a boy does in makin'
a willow whistle, and he's got a fine,
durable shirt. All he needs to do is
to dry it out, make two holes for the
arsis, and put a lacin’ in the back to
draw it. together.
’’In the spring of the year the shirts
are gathered. Men and women both
go out at that time to look for trees
that fit them. These bark shirts are
treated so as to be soft and flexible.
Thoy don't look bad. Gosh hanged if
they look bad at alj, for shirts that
grow on trees.”—Philadelphia Record.
Knew the Major.
"I hoar the major is coming up to
spend a week with you.” •
"Yes, and I am fitting up a room
for him to entertain his friends. 1
put in ten chairs and a sideboard.”
"yVhere is the major from?”
“South Carolina.”
“Then you had better put In teD
sideboards and a chair.”
Out of Season.
"Why are yer so sad?” asked Dust>
Dennis.
“Why,” growled Sandy Pikes, “dnt
lady said if I'd split do wood she’d
give me an old pair of shoes sho
promised me last winter.”
“An’ did she?”
“Yes, she give me a pair of snow
shoes.”
Making r,?acn.-oni.
Mararoni is made in forvy different
shapes and sizes. A special fcirzl ox
very hard wheat is used in this manu
facture.
Lighthouse Service.
The United States lighthouse ser
vice costs $4,500,000 a year.
THE TARIFF BURDENS
NOBODY SEEMS ABLE TO FUR
NISH SPECIFICATIONS.
Easy to Asaert That Industry Is Op
pressed Because of Protection, Bui
Much Easier to Prove the Blessings
It Kas Conferred.
Alluding to the report that the pres
ident and some others have prevailed
upon Gov. Cummins to abandon "the
Iowa idea.” at least until after the
next presidential election, the New
York Evening Post says:
"It is not to he inferred that the
"Iowa idea” has undergone any change
or that Gov. Cummins has retracted
one jot or tittle of his own previous
sayings. Nor can such changes take
place while the tariff burden resting
upon western industry continue to
weigh u{ton it. Petitions from makers
of agricultural implements calling for
relief from the duties on iron and
steel and a great variety of articles
which have been monopolized by
trusts are now in circulation. They
will he presented to Theodore Roose
velt and to the congress of the United
States as soon as the latter come to
gether in regular or special session.
They embody ‘the Iowa idea,' and
they will disturb the harmony of the
party in many places before the dele
gates are elected to the next national
convention.”
it is a fault of free traders, in
which class we do not hesitate to in
clude Gov. Cummins, because if he
had his own way he would destroy
our protective policy by radically
changing it for the benefit of foreign
ers and some selfish home interests,
that they deal in generaltles and care
fully omit particulars. The Evening
Post illustrates this trait in the above
extract from Its columns. What are
the “tariff burdens” which now rest
upon “western industry?” In what
way is the west now burdened by any
of the schedules of the Dinglcy tariff?
AH of them, working together, have
been powerful factors in creating for
this country In the six years since
they have been in force the most mar
velous and most general prosperity In
that this country has ever known.
voar 1902 to $17,981,597, against $16,
714,308 in 1901, $15,979,909 In 1900,
$13,594,524 In 1899, $9,073,384 In 1893,
and $5,302,807 in 1897. To increase
these exports more than three fold In
five years does not look as if our
agricultural implement manufacturer*
had been carrying many “burdens” in
their export trade under the Dingley
tariff.
We do not believe that the west
wants the free trade policy of Grover
Cleveland, or any policy approximat
ing it, to he substituted for our pres
ent protective policy. Under this lat
ter policy it has no “tariff burdens”
to complain of—only tariff blessings
to be thankful for.—Iron and Steel
Bulletin.
All Records Beaten.
We never sold so many products of
American manufacture to foreign na
tions in one month as In the last
April—the month of March and April,
1900, alone excepted.
And yet the Democratic free traders
again want to tinker the tariff in or
der further to increase our export
trade.
In 1893-7 the tariff reformers got
in work in economic law which they
thought would incrcnse our foreign
trade. The net result was they de
spoiled our domestic trade and at the
same time home manufactures failed
to get a foreign market such as wo
now have under the Dingley tariff.
On the only occasion in two gener
ations of American politics when the
Democratic party had opportunity to
show for what purpose it existed, a
Democratic President and congress
not only failed to effect good results,
but actually succeeded in bringing dis
aster on all American Interests.
The less the Democratic tariff re
formers now say about promoting our
foreign trade by tariff tinkering the
better, especially as under the pres
ent tariff all records are being beaten
in the history of our exports, alike of
manufactures and of the products of
the farm.—Boston Herald.
MAIDEN FIRST VOTERS.
Colorado Women Display Interest In
the Next Presidential Contest.
A unique and interesting feature of
the campaign of education Inaugur
SEEING THINGS.
The west has abundantly shared in
(his prosperity. No western industry
iias been oppressed by the Dingley
tariff; all western industries have
been helped by it.
It is true that some western and
eastern agricultural implement manu
facturers. not satified with the con
trol of tho magnificent home market
for they products which they have long
enjoyed, and being themselves free
traders, would still further increase
their profits by enlarging their for
eign markets through reciprocity at
the expense of their own countrymen
who do not make agricultural imple
ments, but who do make other things.
Iiut these embodiments of the most
brazen selfishness that the world ever
knew can not truthfully say that tho
Dingley tariff has been a “burden" to
them. It has immensely helped them,
and well they know it.
But the Dingley tariff has not helped
lelflsh agricultural implement manu
facturers or their selfish interests in
the east or west to close American
iron and steel works, or helped them
through reciprocity to substitute the
wool of the Argentine Republic for
that of American farms, or to substi
tute French gloves and brushes and
glassware and other French products
for the products of our own factories.
All these and similar absent features
of the Dingley tariff are not "bur
dens.” As well say that the laws
which are intended to restrain the
enemies of society from the commis
sion of crime are “burdens."
In addition to controlling the home
market absolutely, and charging for
their reapers anil mowers and thresh
ers and plows and cultivators such
prices as they care to exact, our
agricultural implemont manufacturers
have fieen steadily extending the for
eign market for their products ever
since the Dingley tariff became a law,
as the following official ^figures will
show. Our oxperots of agricultural
Implements amounted in the calendar
ated by the American Protective Tar
iff League, with reference to the con
test of 1904, is furnished in the re
turns from Colorado. In that state
unrestricted woman suffrage prevails
and among the lists of persons who
will cast their first vote in a presi
dential election next year are a large
number of young women. Here in
deed is a fruitful and inviting field.
What more necessary, more useful,
more profitable or more agreeable
work could there be than to provide
with Protection literature the thou
sands of fair ones who will next year
be the "first voters" in Colorado? And
wheve, moreover, could the good seed
of sound doctrine be more advantage
ously scattered? Women are vitally
concerned in tariff matters, for they
are the chief sufferers when free
trade hard times take the place of
protection prosperity. Truly a pleas
ant task it will be to aid in rightly
directing the political steps of the
budding electresses of the Rocky
Mountains. If further proof were need
ed of the value and utility of the “first
voters” plan, this would settle it!
Ready to Meet It.
“Can the tariff issue be sup
pressed?” asks the New York Journal
of Commerce. Suppressed by whom?
Republicans do not ask to have It sup
pressed. They have not raised the is
sue and would be glad enough to have
the tariff let alone and protection go
on Its prosperlty-tnaking way for an
indefinite term of years. But, if the
free traders and tariff reformers in
sist upon forcing the issue. Republic
ans arc ready to meet It. It is an is
sue which they have no reed to shirk
or evade. All the strengv-i of the sit
uation is on the Republican side.
Democrats will make th» tariff an
issue. They always have, and alwij«
will, we suppose. Very wel». let them
do It again in 1904. Republicans will
welcome the tariff issue. They will
r.ot lift a finger to suppress it
THE SUNDAY SCHOOL.
LESSON VI., AUG. 9—DAVID AND
GOLIATH.
Golden Text—“If God Be for Us. Who
Can Be Against Us?"—Rom. 8:31—
Goliath a Type of Worldly Power—
David's Victory.
I "Goliath, a Type of Worldly Power."
—1 Sam. 17: 1-31. After David's in
troduction to Saul's court an event oc
curred which stirred the nation to its
core and profoundly Influenced the for
tunes of both Saul and David. This was
a powerful attack from those hereditary
foes of the Israelites, the Philistines, who
hnd recovered from their defeat at Mieh
tnash (I Ham. 14).
As the two armies faced each other.
Goliath, of Gath, stepped forth from the
Philistine troops and challenged any Is
raelite to decide the war by single com
bat. The challenge was renewed, morning
and evening, for forty days, not even the
bold Jonathan daring to accept It; for
Goliath was a formidable giant. 9 feet
8 Inches high, taking the cubit at about
18 Inches, and more than 10 feet high If
we take the longer cubit. The length ot
the cubit varied at different times.
An unexpected champion redeemed the.
Hebrew cause. David, Bent from tending
his father’s sheep to bear food to his
three elder brothers a few hours’ walk
away, happened to hear Goliath's boast
ful challenge and learned of the terror It
had Inspired. He also heard that Saul
had offered to any one who would con
quer Goliath immense wealth, his own
daughter In marriage and political free
dom for his father's house. At once he
presented himself for the trial.
Goliath, n Type of Worldllneas. 1. In
his bulk. The church, struggling against
the world, often finds vast forces ar
rayed against It—millions of money,
armies of men, mighty reputations, but,
the world, like Goliath, can be humbled
by God at a touch. No sincere reform
er has ever attacked it In vain.
II. "David, a Type of the Christian
Klghting against Evil.”—I 8am. 17: 32-37
Lessons from David. If Goliath is a fit
type of the evil world, how Is David a
tit typo of the man of God fighting
against It?
1. In his apisiront Insignificance. Even
Vet, after all these centuries, the ehurch
seems weak. In money arid other re
sources, compared with the tmmense
wealth and power of opposing evils such
us saloons, wur slid political corruption.
2. In his real power. "One, with Ood.
Is a nrujorlty."
III. "Saul's Armor: Every Man to his
■Own Weapon.”—Vs. 3S-40. "Saul armed
David with Ids armour. An helmet of
brass. A coat of mall."
39. "And David girded his sword upon
his armour." Fastening It to the military
Mress worn underneath the corselet. "And
he assayed to go.” lie tried to walk, but
staggered. Therefore he frankly told
Saul, "I cannot go with these."
"And Duvld put them off him."
40. "And he took Ills staff In his hand
And chose him live smooth stones out
of the brook." Smooth, that they might
fly more swiftly and accurately; live, tc
use In succession, if the first failed.
"And put them in a shepherd's bag
which he had. even In a scrip." The
scrip was a small leather hag. especial
ly the wallet In which a traveler would
carry food and other necessaries. "And
his sling was In his hand."
The Lesson for Us. Every Christian has
his own host way of doing work for God.
Every one can do something, and no
Christian should rest till he has discov
ered hts talent and put It to use.
IV. "Goliath’s Disdain: How the World
Scorns the Man of Ood."—Vs. 41-44. 41.
"The Philistine came on. And the man
that bare the shield went before him,"
His armour-bearer, whose duty It was
(Hastings) to carry the great shield, col
lect arrows hurled against him for him to
discharge again, and slay those whom his
chief struck down.
43. "Am 1 a dog," Eastern town dogs
are public scavengers, degenerate and
despised. "That thou contest to me with
staves?" Goliath did not notice the sling.
"The staff was ordinarily employed not
against men but beasts."—Erdmann.
V. "David's Confidence: How Ood's
Men Should Meet the World."—Vs. 45
47. David was not a man to be daunted
by big words. He made light of tha
giant's ponderous weapons.
45. "Thou earnest . . . with a shield
But I come to thee In the name of the
Lord of hosts.” the hosts of heaven, or
the armies of Israel, or both. “The God
of the armies of Israel."
48. "This day will the Lord deliver
thee Into mine hand." It was God who
was to conquer, and not David. Therein
did David's confident claims differ from
Goliath's empty boasts. “Unto the fowls
of the air." David repeats * Goliath's
threat (v. 44). "That all the earth may
know that there Is a God in Israel.”
The Chrlottan’s Confidence. 1. It knows
God's power. 2. It trusts God's prom
ises. 3. It remembers the victories of
the past. 4. It seeks God's glory and
uot Its own. 5. It boldly faces overwhelm
ing odds.
vi. jjrvia s victory: i rusi in uoa jus
tified.”—Vs. 4X-50, and to the end of the
•chapter. 4*. "The Philistine . . . drew
■nigh.” In his contempt and anger very
likely Oollath did not stop to receive from
his armour-bearer either his helmet or
his shield. "David hasted and run toward
the army” (the Philistine troops drawn
up) “to meet the Philistine.”
49. “Took thence a stone and slang It,”
first whirling his sling around his head.
"And smote the Philistine In his fore
head." Goliath’s armour, if. Indeed, he
wore the whole of It. covered all his’per
son but his eyes and the part of his fore
head just above—almost the only part
where a small stone hurled from a sling
could Inflict a fatal Injury. "That the
stone sunk into his forehead.” Goliath's
forehead would be an easy mark for
David. "And he fell upon his face to the
eurth.”
Dismayed at the fall of their champion,
the Philistines fled, while the Israelites
pursued them hotly for nearly twenty
live miles, slaying many, till they found
refuge In their fortllled cities, Ekron and
Gath.
David's Combat—A Type of Christian
Experience. As David was amazed at the
supineness of the Hebrew warriors and
Indignant at the Insults offered by Go
liath. so every Christian should be eager
to avenge upon Satan the insults he of
fers constantly to Christ. Dike Davbl,
we mist reject the weapons of the world
—selfish prudence, cynical maxims, regard
for money and the like. Hut, like David,
we must use some weapon—the one that
God has given us. Each soul has his
own best way of fighting God's enemies
and doing God's work. Discover that way,
practice it, use It.
Give the Best That Is In You.
The best lesson In culture is to
learn to give the best that Is In us
under all circumstances. He who Is
master of himself will be able to com
mand uis powers at all times. No
matter how distracting his surround
ings, how unfortunate tho conditions
under which he works, he will be able
to focus his powers completely and
to marshal them with certainty. If
things go hard with the self-mastered
man. he will be able to trample upon
difficulties, and to use hi» stumbling
VocV aj Rtcppiug-stones
