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¥tf"^¥4T?W ¥¥¥ IDT1 Frederick II1% O W aC 1 UPHAM ADAMS Author ol “Tbe Kidnapped Millionaires,'* “Colonel Monroe’s Doctrine.’* Etc, t’OI'THK.ElT. IDO’I, BT I All riltlltS CoPTflfdUT, ll»" BT ■^****“^AUPHAMAl)ASfsJ_reserved A. J. DuiXIL II1 D n L ■ CHAPTER TWO—Continued. Prince growled. John looked up the road. "There’s someone coming." he said. Jessie turned and saw Miss Malden approaching. She looked at her tuud «ly feet, her bedraggled hat and her splattered blouse and skirt. “I’ll get an awful scolding,” she said, half to herself and half to the boy. Then for the first time she scrutinized John Burt. She noted that he was well dressed; that he i was not barefooted, like most farmer boys, and that he was handsome and self-possessed. "Do you belong to the riffraff?” j asked Jessie, lowering her voice so lhat the approaching governess •should not hear her. "Never heard of it,” replied John Burt in a puzzled smile. “What is it?” "I don’t know,” said Jessie; “but my papa don’t allow me to associate with the riffraff, and I forgot, until Just now to ask you if you are a riff raff.” A look of pain came to the honest face of the boy. Before he could speak Jessie turned to meet Miss Malden. "Why, Jessie Carden, what have you been doing?” With a cry of dis may the governess dropped an arm | fal of flowers and surveyed the wreck of the sailor suit. Jessie looked penitent indeed as •she gazed at the muddy shoes and the torn stocking; but contrition is a fee ble flame in the heart of a child. “Never mind the old clothes, <Jovie,” she said. "Watch me catch a crab! I can do it just splendid!” “Jessie, lay that pole down and <rome away with me,” said Miss Mal den sternly. “How dare you play with a strange boy! What would your father say? Come with me at "SO jvmM? ttj 7777 “ once!” She gathered up the flowers . and took Jessie by the hand. “Good-b) e. Prince! Good-bye, John Burt!” Jessie waved her hand gaily at her fishing companion as Miss Mal den turned into the path leading through the woods. “He was real nice, and you’re aw ful good, Govie, not to scold him!” were the words that reached John Burt as he carried his basket of crabs to the wagon. CHAPTER THREE. John Burt's Boyhood. For two hundred years the Burt house had withstood the blasts of •winter and the withering heat of sum mer. Time had worked upon the rough exterior until it seemed like a huge rectangular rock, weather-worn and storm beaten. The small plateau on which it stood sloped northward to the sea. Rugged rocks to the west stood as a wall, frowning at the quiet beauties of salt marsh and cedar swamp below. To the south were patches of meadow wrested from wood and rock by generations of toil. Through this fairer section a brook wandered between banks festooned with watercress. Old settlers knew the locality by the name of Rocky .Woods. When Hezekiali Burt died, Peter Burt inherited the hold homestead in Rocky Woods. He- was a young giant with the shoulders of a Hercules. At | the age of thirty he took to wife the ( fairest maiden of the surrounding ; country, and to them a son was born and christened Robert Burns Burt. A year later the mother sickened and died. The gfrief of Peter Burt was terrible as his strength. For a year he remained a prisoner in his house; then returned to work, and for two years labored with the energy of a demon. His second marriage followed. He led to the altar the daughter of a poor farmer, and of this prosaic union seven children were born. After fifteen years of work and sor row the patient wife folded her tired hands closed her weary eyes and sank into that sleep which awakens not to toil. If Peter Burt loved his second wife, lie never told her so. If he loved her children, his expression of affection took a peculiar form, lie mad.* no secret of his favoritism fot Robert Burns Butt, the only child of his first wife. Robert was a boy of whom any father would he proud. At twelve he was sent to school in lUagham. At nineteen he entered Harvard, gradu ating in four years wiU honors. Af l*»r two more years devottl to a law I Burt, but one escaped. A child, two years old, was found warmly wrapped in its traveling blanket, uninjured, on a cake of ice, a few minutes after the car plunged beneath the water. It was John Burt. In the opinion of his neighbors, Peter Burt was crazy from the hour the news came to him. Strange stories were whispered concerning Captain Burt, as he was then called. Belated travelers along the lonely road saw lights burning through all hours of the night. They heard the old mau talking or praying In a loud voice. Upon the death of Robert. Peter Burt went to Boston and buried his dead. With tearless eyes he saw' the pride of his old age lowered into the grave. Robert Burns Burt was a care ful lawyer, and his will covered every contingency. It appointed his father executor of his small estate, and in trusted him witli the care of his son. Peter Burt placed the boy in the keep ing of a competent nurse, and re turned to his farm. Save for the occasional smoke from the chimney, there was no sign that Peter Burt existed throughout the three months that followed. His son Joseph called at the house, but was not admitted. At the end of this period the old man emerged and was seen in Hing ham. For the first time in years he spoke to his neighbors, who noticed that his hair was as driven snow, and that his face shone with a strange light. In the calm manner ot' one controlled by an unalterable conviction, he stated that he had made his peace with God, and was in spired by Him. He had received the gift of prophecy and of understand ing. When John Burt was seven years old his grandfather brought him to the old farmhouse. With the boy came his nurse and her husband, William Jasper, the latter charged with the duties of hired man. Thus John Burt began his life on the farm. When John had mastered his let ters and primer he was sent to school in Hingham, taking the regular course for five years. Then a private tutor came from Boston. Five days in the week the iioy studied uuder this young man’s direction, and made rap id progress. With bis stern old face lighted with joy s*cd pride, Peter Burt would listen to the recitations. CHAPTEK FOUR. James Blake. John Burt was fourteen years old when he firs', met Js>Cio Blake. The course, he began prartice in Boston, and his success was instantaneous. For ton years after the death of liis wife, Peter Burt conducted the farm of his forefathers. One after another of his sons and daughters, as they became of age, left the old home, never to return. One night after sup per Peter Burt informed the remain ing children that he was going to sea. He had bought an interest in a whal ing vessel, and would sail from New Bedford in a week. To Sarah—the eldest of the children—he gave three hundred dollars, together with in structions concerning the manage ment of the farm. He did not know how long he would be gone—it might be a year or it might be five. With some tenderness he kissed the weep ing orphans, and tramped down the road in the direction of Hingbam. Five years later the Segregansett dropped anchor at New Bedford. None of the crew that went on with her re turned. Peter Burt sold the cargo, paid off li is men, disposed of his in terest in the ship, and on the follow ing day walked into the Burt farm house. Ho was greeted affectionate ly by his son Joseph, who for a year had lived alone in the old house. A week later the boy was sent to school in Boston, and Peter Burt began his | solitary occupancy of the ancestral j home. j Shortly before Peter Hurt’s return. | Robert had married, and the old man I was delighted when the young couple j [ made a visit to the old farm. The ! following year John Burt was born, | and Peter Burt journeyed to Boston to witness tlie christening. Two years later Robert Burns Burt and his wife were instantly killed in a railroad accident. The train crashed through a bridge. It was winter, and bitterly cold. Of the fifteen passen gers in the car occupied by Robert elder Blake nad purchased the olt ! Leonard farm, and fo had become the ! nearest neighbor of Peter Burt. There j were several children In the Blake j family, but this narrative has concern ; only with James, the eldest, a boy of John Burt's age. The two farms were separated by a . creek, which, at. a place called the Willows, widened to a pool, famed as j a tlshing and swimming place. One j June morning John was seated on a log spanning the narrow neck of this j reach of water. Fie had landed a j bass, when the cracking of twigs and the swaying of the underbrush on the farther side of the creek attracted his attention. A moment later a boy emerged from the thtcket. He surveyed John with an expression more of contempt than of surprise. The new comer was a tall, well-formed lad, straight, as an arrow, quick and graceful in his movements. He also carried a rod, which he resttsi against the log; and for a few seconds he calmly gazed at John Burt. "Hello! ” "Hello!" answered John Burt. "Kishin'?" "No; swimming." replied John. "Think you’re smart, don't ye?” re sponded the strange boy as he baited his hook. "Crazy Burt’s boy. ain’t ye? No objection to my (ishin’, have ; you?" There was a taunting sarcasm !■ his voice, and defiance in his air. Without waiting for reply he cast his line into the water. “You can fish as long as you please on your own side of the creek." said John sullenly. For halt an hour no | word was spoken. John caught four j bass during that lime, while Jim | hooked only cel grass. Then he cast j his line across the pool, dropping it a I few feet from John’s line. | John Burt’s face flushed angrily. “Keep on your own side!” he com I manded. “I'll fish where I ilarn please! This isn't your creek!" retorted Jim Blake with a defiant grin. "If it is, what are you going to do about it?" As he spoke John brought his hook near the surface, and by a sudden twist "snagged" Jim Blake's line. With a jerk he whipped the rod from his opponent's hand. Young Blake was furious. John calmly towed the rod across the pool, unsnarled the lines, and threw the rod on the bank. Obeying a boy's first instinct, Jim looked for a stone, but found none. Then he jumped for the log. Drop ping liis rod, John Burt also sprang forward, and they met in the center of the bridge. (To be continued.) Spool Building. There is nothing more interesting for an ingenious hoy or girl. Given a lot of spools and a ball of florists' wire, so much can lie done that it is impos sible to give a detailed description. To collect spools is a much easier job than the old-fashioned practice of col lecting buttons. Old buttons are sometimes valuable in piecing out a set. but empty spools are usually thrown away. A person of enterprise can always collect them, and the smallest and most insignificant is not to be despised. A coming architect can plan a house, and the builder of a suspension bridge can string his spools securely on wire and produce a complete and steady structure. Strong little taborets may be made of them, if there is solid wood for the table part; the spools may be used for the legs and supports. A trash basket may be made of them, strung one on top of the other, with a wooden bot tom. and lined with gay cretonne. The smaller spools make pretty picture frames, especially if painted white or green. They may be used in a hun dred ornamental ways, they may be collected from a dozen different sources, and they are sure to provide amusement for innumerable rainy days. A Luxurious Bed. An Indian potentate recently order ed from Paris a bed which will rival the rajah's bed in the Arabian Nights. It is of sat in wood, richly carved, and ornamented with silver plates in re pousse work, adorned with bouquets of roses, pink and corn, the rajah's coat of arms being placed at the head. At each corner stands a statue of a girl one French, one Greek, one Span ish and one Italian. Kach is tinted ae I cording to the complexion of her race, i and wears a suitable hued wig, either black, blond, chestnut or auburn. These maidens have movable eyes, and their only ornament is a gold bracelet round one arm, which waves over the sleepers head either a fan or a yak's tail fly flapper. The fur ther enjoyment is heightened l;y an ingenious arrangement in the mat tress, which, as soon as any one lies down, plays a selection of Gounod's airs.—Ohio State Journal. Steepest of Mountains. Mount McKinley is known to be the steepest of all the great moun tains of the world, and it is unlike most other great peaks from the fact that arctic conditions begin at its very base. The prospective conquer er of this immense uplift must pick his path over broken stones. icy slopes, sharp cliffs anil an average slope of 45 degrees for at least 14, Ooo feet. Dogs That Smoke Pipes. These two dogs, Dewey and Ruth, are the pets of a Minneapolis man. Their skill at balancing pipes between their teeth is hut one of the many clever tricks they have learned. In justice it sho'iid be said that the pipes are never lighted, but the dogs enjoy them, all the same, and anybody w-ho tries to interfere with the after-dinner smoke mus>, watch for a fight An Easter Hymn. Aw ike, Ihou wintry earth— Kling ..ff tin s:otto is Fair vernal Mower* laugh foith Your niii h nl gladness. Christ Is risen! Wove, w mil- your blossoms ill - Oriri’ ih all n ili .nl! Y* «• ping Mineral li i'«. I.ill tip your la-ail! Christ is risen! i•onii see' the graves are green: li is light: let’s go Where our loved ones rest In hope below! Christ is risen! All is fresh mid new. Full id spring and llghi Wintry heart, why wear's! the hue ()| sleep and night'' Christ is risen! Igutve thy pares beneath. Benya thy worldy love. Begin the better life Willi lled above' Christ is risen! Thomas Blackburn. Agnes’ Easter Offering We were a large family. Everybody in Washington boarded in those days. 1 think, except the President, the Cabinet and our foreign ministers, who felt it neces sary ami possible “to Keep tip estab lishments." Our landlady, Mrs. Robert Living ston, was the widow of “Robert of Linlithgow.' the fine old Kngiish Liv ingstons who, as knights, followed William of Normandy across the Chan nei, and in ItiVI founded estates in our country. A direct descendant from chancellors and barons! Stately old New York aristocrats, wo called our landlady's little daughter "Lady Agnes." When she honored us with a cup of tea from fJreat-<iraudlather Livingston’s silver teapot, an inherit ance from Robert the First and stamp ed with the family crest, we called Iter "Our Lady of the Manor House.” But that was long ago. In those distressing days of civil war everybody came to the capital. Her old home on the Hudson sold, her property gone, Mrs. Livingston was persuaded by New York friends to come to Washington, take p large house and make a .'tome for them. Senators and members attaches and clerks, easily found delightful rooms for tlie winter. Families came to en joy the mild air and the roses and jasmine as they bloomed over our windows. Thus we were a large family, and a merry one. "Lady Agnes" was twenty-two. and engaged to Major Wood, whose New York regiment had for two > ears been in the thick of the light, but was now for a few months stationed at Fairfax Court House, Virginia. Next Sunday would be Easter! Al ready our children had packed their baskets with dozens of eggs, blue, scarlet and gold, for the egg-rolling on the president's grounds Easter Mon day. And we were to have a wedding in our family! On Easter Sunday! I,ady Agnes and the Major were to make a home for some months in Vir ginia. With right royal good will we were to make this wedding the glad- , dest and gayest of all times. After | years of peril, separation and anxiety, j the good had come, and what so beau- ' tiful as Easter Sunday. Saturday our big house was a floral garden. Senators and members sup plied roses, lilies and jasmine from I the Congressional gardens. Palms. ; azaleas and pale acacias trom the \ great, palm houses. Boys and girls searched over April Rock Creek woods for wild flowers and the little scarlet partridge berries adorned our tables. I _—»I Lady Agnes. Nothing could bo too beautiful for lauly Agnes. The ceremony was to be at the close of the vesper service in old St. Jonn's church. Already the chancel was stately with palms and lilies, while against the soft gray wall and over the open Bible hung a largo white cross of lilies and white violets. Only a few touches remained for to morrow. “Lady Agnes and our Major for ever!” sang the young people as we sat in tlie bright parlor Saturday evening. Never a gladdier, merrier evening to gether. “A telegram for Major Wood.” “Oh, that's nothing. Another box of flowers,” laughed the girls. ‘ The whole regiment will be sending Agnes telegrams yet to night." "What did you sa>?" No voice could have spoken another word after looking into the blanched face of the Major as he quietly read aloud front a slip of paper: "He ready to march southward at '» to-morrow morning. Report at F. C. ( j House. "GKN'KRAI. — , in Command." I As Agnes looked into his eyes a : great wave of color swept over her face, then went back, leaving it white ! as snow; hopeless pain whitened tier | lips as site folded both small hands j over his arm and said: "Come—we will talk—It—over." The silence of death fell upon us as we listened to their stops on he stairs j and the door was shut. | Then we all talked at once, like the uproar of a battle or the turn of the j tide in a storm. j "They must, be married. Weil have j the wedding now or at daylight." ".lust see our gorgeous decorations." "Darling little Agnes! It will break j her heart!" | "Horrid old war!” j "Yes, yes,” said Senator W„ "we > must not postpone the marriage—and ! off to the war! Oh, God!” The Major went to a telegraph office. Agnes begged to In1 alone, "just a few moments to think.” We sat about in idle groups. The clock struck eleven. Members from a late session strolled In, "just to see if everything was quite ready.” "Sit down, boys! The speaker will I now call the house to order!" | "Oh. here comes the bride!" "No. | father." said Holly, “no bride! Dread Quietly read aloud. i full I'm just going to throw my beautiful Easter hat into the tire. No wedding! Such a waste of lovely things, too!'' Dolly's father remarked dryly: ] ‘ Daughter, suppose you put your hat in the missionary box tomorrow?” "What shal' we do to-morrow? It'll take us all day to comfort Agues,” said Toni. ' No. it won't. Tom." a clear, sweet voice said. "You are all cordially in vited to be present at the marriage i of—of—” “Hear! hear!” shouts and I cheers filled the room, and the "invi I tat ion” was never finished. I "(food! Hurrah for old Boh Diving i ston and his plucky little ancestor,” ' irreverently spoke the member from ! Illinois. “Now, that's just right sensible, too.” One old Senator forgot all cir | cumspection and lifted l^ady Agnes I off the carpet and kissed her four I times. At daylight we were dressed in our ' Sunday best. Even Dolly's hat was beautiful by the early dawn. We gath ered at the stairway to greet the fair, sweet bride, in her white bridal gown with lilies fastening her long veil and : Easter lilies in her hands. For a moment we choked and looked and felt like a lot of creeping children, as the big, handsome lover held her in his arms, so still—so long—with the pretty head on his breast, and her soft veil over him, and kissed her reverent ly and put her in the carriage without a word. Slowly we walked up the aisle to the delicious, tender music of the organ notes. The birds sang outside the open windows; the sun rose up from the east as if The elands of night were broken, l.et Joyful anthems swell. The Major looked as though his story of pain and separation, the per- ; iIs of battle, the terrors of death, must be told in the one grand Easter prayer to-day. with his darling kneeling close beside him, with the stone of the sep ulcher “rolled away” by angels! lit* is risen, wondrous story! < lirist our Lord is risen to-day. The light ot victory shone in their faces. Unto Him did they commit their lives as they responded to the beautiful marriage service. Agnes rested her long-stemmed J lilies across their clasped hands. She j bent lower her bright head with a grate beyond her knowledge and seemed the loveliest Easter flower of all. The sunshine fell across her hair through the stained window, and the- beautiful face of the Master, with ! John leaning on His breast at the ! supper, as it looked down from the i wonderful painting, gleamed with light. Agnes smiled at the white cross ami the sw'eet violets, then knelt in pray- i er, serene and strong. Their words fell soft and clear, and their greetings were full of joy to us. We followed them down the aisle and out of the church, an impromptu choir, all singing Agnes' own song; j Bright Easier skies! Fair Easter skies; Our I.ord is risen! We - li'u shall l isy. Pluck lilies rare and rose* sweet And strew the path of Jesus' feet. —Margaret Spencer in Chicago Ameri can. The life *-hat docs no good Is guilty of much harm. Th#re la more Catarrh In this *#mlnn of tbnconntrv than ail utberdlBruei put tinc«»tbei\ and ®ntll th** i«u>t few years wna nupp «eu to he Incurable, For a (treat many year# doctor* pronounced It a l<*'iil dl-ea-e Hint prescribed 1 al remedies. and by conHtantly fs^imj to cure with local treatment, prow’traced It incur Hclem e ha* pr»>v»*n « atarrh to be h »• n«tltutlonAi I* race a id therefor# require** • n«t|tiii .im! tr*-atrf ent Hail's Catarrh Cure, manufactured by F. .1 Che **y 4 Co.. Toledo,Ohio. Is the «>nly c,<.intltutlonal ©lire • »n the msrkn, li !* ukep Internally la doses from id drops to a reaspoonful. It act a dlrecilr on the bi.xHi and mucous rurfacesof the system. They offer one hundred dollars for any case It fails to cure. Head fur circulars and testimonial*. Address; F. .1. CHKM’.Y 4 CO., Toledo, Ohio. Hold bv Druggists, ,v. Take Hall ■ tamiiy Fills for const!patio*. We Lead in Divorces. The population of the United States has tor forty years been about twelve times that of Canada; and the number of divorces in the United States ir that time has been 10,000 times tht number of Canada. THE WABASH RAILROAD. East and South. Special rates on sale daily to a'.l Winter resorts of the South. Half fare round trip plus $2.00 on first and third Tuesdays each month to many points South. The only line with its own station at main entrance of World’s Fair grounds. The Wabash runs on its own rails from Omaha, Kansas City, Des Moines, St. Ixiuis and Chicago to Toledo, Detroit, Niagara Falls and Buffalo with through connections be yond. All agents can route you via the Wabash. For World’s Fair descrip tive matter and all information ad dress. Harry E. Moores, O. A. P. D., Omaha, Nebr. A Friendly Estimate. “She has illumined the night of my life,” sighs the poet, who is descant ing upon the beauties of his fiance* to her school chum. "I’m sure i have often noticed it, but I never would have hinted that she is moon faced,’’ replied the friend In a purring voice. But the poet was wandering men tally and wondering whether “high brow” and “eyebrow” would make a smooth rhyme.—Judge. Who does the best ms circum stances allows, does well, acts nobly. —Young. Disappointment is not a hi Helen! reason for discouragegment. Any old roon in a hote.’ fs good enough for a bridal chamber. Tho oc cupants never look at the furniture anyway. Am 1 in favor of expansion? Every thing that grows expands. See how the State Farmers’ Mutual insurance Company of South Omaha has grown. Jan. 1, 1890 wo had.$ 50,215.00 “ “ 1897 we had. 438,850.00 “ “ 1808 we bad. 2,696,166.00 “ “ 1899 we bad. 4.224,375.00 " “ 1900 we had. 7,538,973.00 “ “ 1901 we had. 10,480,483.06 “ “ 1902 we bad. 13,541,367.06 “ “ 1903 we bad. 16,413,869.00 “ “ 1904 we had. 18,416,388.32 Don’t you think you would like to belong to a live Company like this? 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Teoslnte, the fodder wonder. 64.000 lbs. Salzer's Superior Fodder Corn—rich, Juicy fodder, per A. Now such yields you can have. Mr. Farmer, In 1904, if you will plant Sal rer’8 seeds. JUST SEND THIS SOTI< B AND IOC . !n stamps to John A. Salzer Seed Co., La Crosse, Wls., and receive their great catalog and lots of farm seed wimples. (W. N. U.) About the time love lets up on a scan rheumatism takes a fall out of kira. What we have to rain 1*" not one Nettle, but a weary lile's campaign.— Patmore. free to Twenty-fTve Ladies. The Defiance Starch Co. will give 15 ladies a round trip ticket to the St. Louis Exposition, to live ladies In each of the following states: Illi nois, Iowa. Nebraska, Kansas and Missouri who will send in the largest number of trade marks cut from a ten cent, 16-ounce package of Defiance cold water laundry starch. This means from your o'»'n home, any where in the above named states. These trade marks must be mailed to and received by the Defiance Starch Co., Omaha, Nebr., before September 1st. 1904. October and November will be the best months to visit the Exposition. Remember that Deflauce Is the only starch put up 16 oz. (a full pound) to the package. You get one-third more starch for the same money than of any other kind, and Defiance never sticks to the iron. The tickets to the Exposition will be sent by registered mail September 5th. Starch tor sale by all dealers. The span of life was lent for lofty duties, not for oelfishnesa.—A. do Vere.
