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A FOOL FOR LOVE By FRANCIS LYNDE AUTHOR OP “THE GRAFTERS." ETC. <i_oprn4&i, iai.dj 4. l* I .aatnraw Qgt CHAPTER IX.—Continued. Bat is the days that followed, days ♦a which the sun rose and set in •iosdiesa winter splendor and the aeery snows still held aloof, Adams’ prediction wroaght itself out into -<mw fact. After the single appeal to farce, Mr. Darrah eesmed to hate riwn up the fight. None the less, the departure af the Rosemary was de layed, and its hospitable door was al ways open to the Utah chief cf con struction and his assistant. Win ton took his welcome broadly, aw what lover would not; and within * week was spending most of his: *wsaings in the Rosemary—this at a > kc« when every waking moment of the day and night was deeply mort »uaed to the chance of success. For iow that the Rajah had withdrawn kis opposition, nature and the per >areity of inanimate things had taken a band, and for a fortnight the work of track-laying paused fairly within sight of the station at Arg ntine. First it was a carload of steel ac cidentally derailed and dumped into Quartz creek at precisely the worst possible point in the lower canyon, a , jugged, rock-ribbed, cliff-bound gorge i where each separate piece of metal * bad to be hoisted out singly by a der rick erected for the purpose—a process j which effectually blocked the track j far three entire days. Next it was an eifcer landslide (unhelped by dyna mite, this) just above the station, a crawling cataract of loose, sliding shale which, painstakingly dug out and dammed with plank bulkhead dur ing the day, would pour down and hary bulkhead, buttresses, and the very right of way in the night. ia his right mind—the mind of an ' runfeltiouB young captain of Industry • w-h» sees defeat with dishonor staring him in the face—'W'inton would have j foaght all the more desperately for these hindrances. But, unfortunate ly, he was no longer an industry cap taia with an eye single to success. t$e was become that anomaly d spised jf the working world—a man in love. "it’s no use shutting cur eyes to the fact. Jack,” said Adams one even ing when his chief was making ready for hi3 regular descent upon the Rose-1 mary. “We shall have to put night -hifts at work on that shale-slide if' we hope ever to get past it with the rails." “Haas; the shale:” was the impa t'sat rejoinder. ~I'ai no galley 3lave.” Adams' slow smile came and went j ia cynical ripplings. ’’It is pretty difficult to say precise ly wbat vou are just now. But I can prophesy what you are going to be if yon don't wake up and come alive." | Haring no reply to this, Adam3 went back to the matter of night shifts. { ''IT you will authorize it. I’ll put a eight gang on and boss it myself. What do you say?” “i say you are no end of a good fe;knr, Marty. And that’s the plain fact. I'll do as much for you some time.” "F1I be smashed if yon will—you’ll never get the chance. When I let a pr«ty girl make a fool of me—” Bat the door of the dinkey slammed behind the outgoing one, and the prophet of eril was left to organise | his night assault on the shale-slide, and to command it as best he could. [ So, as we say, the days of stubborn toil with the enthusiasm taken out, slipped away unfruitful. Of the en tire Utah force Adams alone he’d him self up to the mark, and being only second in command, he was unable to keep the bad example of the chief from working like a leaven of Inert ness among the men. Branagan voicad the situation in rich brogue one evening when Adams had ex hausted his limited vocabulary of abuse on the force for its apathy. *• 'Tis no use, ava, Misther Adam3. If you was the boss himself ’twould be you as would put the comether on thim too quick. But it’s ‘like masther, like non.’ The b’ys all know that Misther Wintcn don't care a damn; and they'll not be burrin' thimselves wid the wurrk.” And the Rajah? Between his times af smoking high-priced cigars with Whnton in the lounging-room of the Rosemary, he was swearing Jubilates ia the privacy of his working-den .-t&teroom. having tri-daily weather reports wired to him by way of Car i honate and Argentine station, and i usying himself in the intervals with -ending and receiving sundry mysteri ous telegrams in cipher. Thus Mr. Somerville Darrah, all using well for him until one fateful morning when he made the mistake of congratulating his ally. Then hut we picture the scene: Mr. Dar rah late to his breakfast, bring just ia from an early morning reconnais sance of the enemy's advaneings; Vir ginia sitting opposite to pour his cof fee. All the others vanished to some limbo of their own. The Rajah rubbed his hands de lightedly. "We are coining on famously, fa moasly, my deah Virginia. Two weeks gone, heavy snows predicted for the mountain region, and nothing, practically nothing at all, accom plished on the otheh side of the can yon. When you marry, my deah, you shall hare a block of C. ft G. R. pre ferred stock to keep you In pin money.” “IT* she queried. “But Uncle Som errille, I don’t understand—’’ The Rajah laughed. • “That was a very pretty blush, my deah. Bless your Innocent soul, if I were young Misteh Winton, I’m not ■fare but I should eonsideh the game | well lost” Sue was gazing at him wide-eyed now, and the blush had left a pallor behind it “Yon mean that I—that I—” “I mean that you are a helpeh worth haying. Miss Carteret Anotheh time Misteh Winton won't pay cou’t to a cha’ming young girl and try to build a railroad at one and the same mo ment, I fancy. Hah!" The startled eyes veiled themselves swiftly, and Virginia’s voice sank to its softest cadence. ‘‘Have I been an accomplice in thi3 —this despicable thing. Uncle Somer ville?" Mr. Darrah began a little to see bis mistake. "Ah—an accomplice? Oh. no, my deah Virginia, not quite that. The word smacks too much of the po-lic-e cou’is. Let us say that Misteh Win ton has found your company mo' at tractive than that of his laborehs, and commend his good taste in the mat teh." So much he said by way of lamp ing down the fire he had so rashly lighted. Then Jastrow came in with one of the interminable cipher tele grams and Virginia was left alone. For a time she sat at the deserted breakfast table, dry-eyed, hot-hearted, thinking such thoughts as would come crowding thickly upon the heels of such a revelation. Winton would fail; a man with honor, good reputs. his entire career at stake, as he himself had admitted, would go down to mis erable oblivion and defeat lacking some friendly hand to smite him alive to a sense of his danger. And. in her uncle’s estimation, at least, she, Vir ginia Carteret, would figure as the Delilah triumphant. She rose, tingling to her finger-tips SHE WROTE HIM A NOTE. with the shame of it, wen: to her stateroom and found her writing ma terials. In such a crisis her methods conid be as direct as a man's. Win ton was coming again that evening. He must be stopped and sent about his business. So she wrote him a note, telling him he must not come—a note man like in its conciseness, and yet most womanly in its failure to give even the remotest hint of the new and bind ing reason why he must not come. And just before luncheon an obliging Cousin Billy was prevailed upon to undertake its delivery. When he had found Wiaton at the shale-slide, and hud given him Miss Carteret’s mandate, the Reverend Bil ly did not return directly to the Rose mary. On the contrary, he extended his tramp westward, stumbling on aimlessly up the canyon over the un surfaced embankment, of tire new line. Truth to tell, Virginia's messenger was not unwilling to spend' a little time alone with th» immensities. To put it baldly, he was beginning to be desperately cloyed with the sweet3 of a day-long Miss Bessie, ennnye on the one hand and despond-nt on the other. Why could not the Cousin Bessies see, without being told in so many words, that the heart of a man may have been given in times long past to another woman?—to a Cousin Vir ginia, let us say. And why must the Cousin Virginias, passing by the life long devotion of a kinsman lover, throw themselves—if one. must put it thns brutally—fairly at the head of an acquaintance of a day? So questioning the immensities, the Reverend Billy came out after some little time in a small upland valley where the two lines, old and new, ran parallel at the same level, with low embankments less than a hundred yards apart. Midway of the valley the hundred yard interspace was bridged by a hastily constructed spur track start A REAL ESTATE DEAL “I tell ye the folks that came up here from down below have get confi dence, if they haven't got much sprawl some of ’em,” said Mr. Jenkins, in a disgusted tone, on his return from Bushby's corner store. "What you suppose that Henderson feller wanted me to make him an o3er for to-day?" “I’m too busy to stop and spend my time guessing.” said Mrs. Jenkins, im patiently. “I’m getting supper, don’t you see?” "Well, he warned me to buy two rods o’ that sandy hill o’ his. Said he judged ’twas an ideel spot for potatoes, and would I set a price on it?" "What did you say?” demanded Mrs. Jenkins, with satisfying indignation. “I told him," said her husband, with a reminiscent chuckle, "that, while I wasn't prepared to set a valuation on it, if he’d threw in $10 cash he might keep my ladder h week longer.”—* Tooth’s Companion. tag from a switch on the Colorado and Grand river maim line, and crossing the Utah right of way at a broad an gle. On this spur, at its point of in tersection with the new line, stood a heavy locomotive, steam up, and manned in every inch of its standing room by armed guards. The situation explained itself, even to a Reverend Billy. The Rajah had not been idle during the interval of dinner-givings and social divagations. He had acquired the right of way across the Utah's line for his block ading spur; had taken advantage of Winton's inaiertness to construct the track; and was now prepared to hold the crossing with a live engine and such a show of force as might be need ful. Calvert turned back from the en trance of the valley, and was minded, in a spirit of fairness, to pass the word concerning the new obstruction on to the man who was most vitally concerned. But alas! even a Rev erend Biily may not always rise su perior to his bamperings as a man and a lover. Here wes defeat possible— nay. say rather defeat probable, for a ! rival, with the probability increasing with each hour of delay. Calvert j fought it out by length and by breadth a dozen times before he came in sight | of the track force toiling at the shale slide. Should he tell Winton. and so, indirectly, help to frustrate Mr. Dar rah’s well-laid plan? Or should he hold his peace and thus, indirectly again, help to defeat the Utah com pany? He put it that way in decent self respect. Also he assured himself that the personal equation as between two lovers of one and the same woman was entirely eliminated. But who can tell which motive it was that prompted him to turn aside before he came to the army of toilers at the slide; to turn and cro* the stream and make as wide a detour as the nature cf the ground would permit, passing well beyond call from the ' other side of the canyon? The detour took him past the slide in silent safety, but it did not take him immediately back to the Rose | mary. Instead cf keeping on down . the canyon on the C. & G. R. side, he | turned up the gulch at the back of Argentine and spent the better half ; of the afternoon tramping beneath the ; solemn firs on the mountain. What the hours of solitude brought him in the way of decision let him declare as he sets his face finally towards the station and the private car. “I can't do it I can't turn traitor | to the kinsman whose bread I eat. And that is what it would come to in | plain English. Beyond that I have no right to go; it 13 not for me to pass upon the justice of this petty war between rival corporations.” Ah. William Calvert! is there no : word then of that other and far subtler temptation? When you have j reached your goal, if reach it you I may, will there be no remorse ful looking back to this mile-stone where a word from you might have i taken the fly from your pot cf pre | cicus ointment? The short winter day was darkening | to its close when he returned to the Rosemary. By dint cf judicious ma i neuvering, with a love-weary Bessie I for an unconscion3 confederate, he managed to keep Virginia from ques : tioning him. this up to a certain mo 1 ment of cataclysms in the evening. But Virginia read momentous things in his face and eyes, and when the I time was fully ripe she cornered him. It was the old story over again, of a woman's determination to know pit ted against a truthful man's blunder in~ eTo-ts to conceal: and before he knew what he was about Calvert had bcirayci the Rajah's secret—which was also the secret o? the cipher tele grams. Miss Carteret said little—said noth ! ing, indeed, that an Rnxious kinsman lover could lay hold of. But when . the secret was hers she donned coat I and headgear and went out on the square railed platform, whither the j Reverend Billy dared not follow her. (TO EE CONTINUED.) TOLD NATION NEWS FIRST PUBLICATION OF DETAILS OF CUSTER MASSACRE. Helena Herald Printed Sad Story on Country's Natal Day—Veteran Editor Telia Story of Great ••Scoop.” Deputy Postmaster A. J. Fisk, of Helena, Mont., a veteran newspaper man, having with his brothers pub lished Montana's first day newspaper —the Helena Herald—was in a reminiscent mood the other evening, and related the story of how the first news of the Custer massacre was given the world through the medium of a press association. Said he: •'As was the custom in the early days, the Herald did not publish a pa per on the 4th of July, and editors j and printers were supposed to put in the whole day celebrating. “At that time, in 1876, I was the As sociated Press agent for Helena, a position which I filled for a period of 30 years, or up to two years ago. “About noon on the 4th of July, 1876, I came downtown to see if there was any news of importance to wire to the association. I was sitting in the business office, when in the door walked Horace Countryman, dusty, dirty, with haggard eyes and looks, and having the appearance of one who was about ‘all in.’ "I sprang to the counter, grasped him by the hand, exclaiming: ‘Coun tryman. what in God’s name is the matter?* “ ‘Jack.’ he replied. ‘Custer and ail with him are dead—were massacred on the Little Big Horn by the Sioux. Muggins Taylor, the scout, brought the news to Stillwater. He being ex hausted, I volunteered to bring the news to Bozeman. Ariving at Boze man, I found the government wire down, so I got a fresh horse and came on to Helena.' “I told him to come in and sit down and wait for a moment until I could send out and try to locate some printers in order that we might get out an extra. “Our foreman, the late 'William Mc Catchey, was located, but it was per haps an hour before we had a force getting ready for the extra. "Then Countryman gave me the par ticulars of the dreadful affair, as con veyed to him by Muggins Taylor. To this day I remember one of his sen tpnrps• ‘Curley, the Indian scout and the only person who escaped to bring the news, said the firing was very rapid; it sounded like the snapping of the threads in the tearing of a blanket.’ “At four o'clock in the afternoon the Herald’s extra was on the streets of Helena. It was the first news of the awful event to be given to the public. “The excitement was so great and our force so limited that I did not find time to send the news out of the city until after the extra was out. Then I grabbed a copy of the extra and made fast time to the Western Union tele graph office. "There was only one wire, but Man ager-Operator Fredericks laid all else aside and gave the massacre story preference, with the result that on the morning of July 5 all the newspapers of the country contained the news of the massacre. “There was little rest for me the night of July 4. Every 15 minutes or so there would be a ring at my door bell. announcing a telegram from some paper demanding further de tails of the awful affair. “I remember one Xew York paper having authorized me to send scouts to secure additional news. I informed the papers that our complete story had been given the press association and that further details would come from Bismarck, when the scouts reached that city, which they did on the following day, and it was through these couriers that on July 6 the gov ernment at Washington received its official dispatches. “I disclaim any desire for notoriety in the premises, but in history Helena and Montana scouts and frontiersmen should have the credit for furnishing to the world the first news of Custer’s fate.' and not the couriers who reached Bismarck on July 5. in my long ex perience as a reporter and newspaper man. this was my greatest ’scoop.’ ”— N. Y. Tribune. Snow That Is Alive. A most curious phenomenon in the northwest of Canada is the appear ance of millions of minute black in sects whenever a thaw occurs. During the winter the snow is dry and crisp, like sand, and nothing what- j ever can be discovered of these in sects, but as soon as a thaw comes j they are found everywhere in large 1 patches, looking like a dusting of soot. They are generally known as snow flies or jumpers, and have slight hop ping powers, being able to leap some three or four inches. They entirely disappear when it freezes again, and not a trace of them can be found. They do not fail with the snow, as there may have been no snow for a month or more before their arrival, and are probably something similar to the “red snow” of the Arctic re gions.—Philadelphia Inquirer. New York School Children. New York city has more school chil- I dren than the entire population of any j one of 21 states and territories in the union, including Colorado, Florida, New Hampshire. Oregon, Rhode Island, the Dakotas and Washington. Colorado comes the nearest with a population of 539.700, while the New York school children number 546.941. Consolation in Sorrow. Let a friendly heart divine our sor rows and force us to confess them, and we find in this confession a con solation a thousand times sweeter than the absolute silence which flat tered our pride.—Viscountess De Ler chey. Hope for Humanity. Let us face the future with courage and with faith, for of all the ages tbs' have come and gone, not one has &4wCh hope for humanity as the twes tieth century.—Josi&h Strong. NO LONGER A PROPHET. Sad Experience Put Obed Small Out of Business. There had been years when Obed Small had given the town the bene fit of his weather predictions; the for mer resident of Bushby remembered these years, and was not prepared for the unresponsive look which marked Mr. Small’s features when asked what the prospects were for a good pic nic day. “I've got nothing to say about it," and Mr. Small gazed carefully down the road, on which there was nothing to be seen save dust and a small boy with a large paper bundle. "Why, Mr. Small, aren’t you the town prophet, just as you used to be?" asked the former resident, re proachfully. "I relied on yon to tell me before 1 invited the young peo ple." A spark of angry recollection kin dled in Mr. Small’s dull eyes. “If you had been here in the sum mer of ’02,” he said, slowly, "you'd know my reasons. If you'd seen Ma'am Gregg when she came at me. all sails set, for telling her Mary Jane that 'twas going to be a lovely afternoon for her to go riding with that young Simpson chap she was trying to get, you'd have known 'em. "Seems she wore her best suit o' summer goods and a flower hat and a pink spotted veil all on my repre sentations of the weather. They set forth in an open buggy for Wilson's Lake, and a thunderstorm came up from over behind old Greenough's mountain, and struck 'em on the up per road, where there's no house for nearly three miles. “She's afraid of lightning, and had hysterics; besides which her clothes spotted and shrunk most fearful, and her hair came out of crimp; her hat flower ran. and so did her veil; and she lost the Simpson chap as the re sults, her mother said. “I moved my Bible and hymn book to the Marshaltown church a month later, so I shouldn’t have to see that Gregg woman and Mary Jane every Sunday. I've suffered pretty well for my folly, I tell ye—and I learned my lesson once and for all. ‘That boy coming along the road'll probably tell you a good deal more about the weather prospects in five minutes than I'll ever tell long as I live. So I’ll bid ye good-day."— Youth’s Companion. Noises of London. Oar immediate forbears complained of the cries of London, beginning with the sweep and the milkman in the morning and lasting until the evening bell of the muffin man, says London Truth. Now there is such a constant racket that the whoop of the sweep and the jodel of the milkman cannot be heard amid the din. Even the bar rel organ is only partly audible be tween the roar of the trains, the hoot of the motor fire engines and the scrunching, grinding, brain-racking noises of the motorbuses. Traffic of the ordinary sort grows heavier and heavier with every year. Vans, drays, wagcns, milkwains are not only twice as numerous as they were five years ago. but they go about at double the ] rate of speed. It may be that the motor van was accelerated the pace by creating rivalry, but whether that be the cause or not. certain it is that the leisurely jog trot of the dray or van is now repltxed by a degree of speed that adds at least 200 per cent, to the noise it makes. The cart horses in London must wonder why their wonted amble no longer satisfies their drivers, why they are now expected to tear along with the unwieldy bumping of the vehicle sounding crashingly be hind them, why the whip is plied so much freely than it used to be. Su burbia is the prey of the motor fiend, noise and dust and horrid petrol smells are now the accompaniments of every hour from midday to mid night. Airs of the Parvenue. A family who had struggled many years in a poverty-stricken portion of the city suddenly came into posses sion of an income. They moved to a iittle place in the country and tried to impress their neighbors with their importance. They talked constantly of what "people in our position" should and should not do. Some of their city acquaintances came to visit them one summer and I the little daughter of seven or eight was showing them about the place. "What nice chickens!” exclaimed one of the guests when they reached the poultry yard. "They lay every day, too, I suppose?" “Yes,” said the youthful hostess, who really knew nothing about it; "that is. they could, of course: but in our position they don't have to.” Made Statue Out a Hoodoo. An elderly man in Shrewsbury, Eng land, was showing a couple of friends about the town. They tarried before the place where the statue of Shrews bury’s great son, Darwin, sits and broods. "That,” said the Shrewsbury man. pointing with a bulging umbrella, “is Darwin.” “Yes,” answered one of the visitors, after a rather unfriendly scrutiny, "that was him as said we all come from monkeys.” “He did," went on the Shrewsbury man, "and 111 tell you another thing. Not long ago the steeple of one of our churches fell down. There are many as says it is a judgment upon the town for putting up a statue to ’im.” Putting Him Oout of Business. "The municipality of New York is engaged in a thorough investigation of its bake shops.” “They don't seem to want the cock roach to have any fun at all, do they?” The Church and the Masses. Speaking generally, the masses of our city people seem either to live volun tarily outside the pale of religious in fluences, or, if willing to come into fitful contact with such influences, to be but little attracted or affected by them.—Exchange. The Smallest Potted Plants. German women collect what are supposed to be the smallest potted plants In the world. They are cacti growing is pots about the size of • thimble. PROSECUTES WEALTHY LAWBREAKERS. John C. Bell is the district attorney in Philadelphia who is hot after the looters of the Real Estate trust company. His prosecution of them is at tracting as much attention as the prosecution of Stensland and Hering in Chicago. TO MAKE USE OF SARDINES. Canning Establishments Will Be Started in Japan. The sardine is caught in such num bers all along the coast of Japan that hitherto the surplus catch has been used for manure. Attempts are now being made to turn this fish to some more profitable use. Canning estab lishments have been started at va rious plae<S—notably Chiba and Noy ago—with a view to ascertaining whether the Japanese product cannot, in far eastern and American markets at least, compete wi*h the Mediter ranean product. At present the olive tree, a most important factor in this industry, is not cultivated by the Jap anese, and at the same time the cus toms levy a duty on imported oil. This drawback could, of course, eas ily be overcome by the government allowing a rebate to canning estab lishments. As far as taste and qual ity go, there is not much to choose between the Japanese product and the European. Court of Last Resort. "I am sorry," said the poet, “but I am obliged to call ypur attention to SLANDER OVER THE 'PHONE. Important Decision Made by the Aus trian Supreme Court Seldom has a. legal decision caused so much popular excitement as the recent ruling ol the Austrian supreme court that a conversation over the telephone is to be regarded as speak ing in public, because it might be overheard by a third party. The judg ment was given in connection with one of those “Ehrenbeleidigung." or slander cases, which are everyday oc currences in that country. Speaking through the telephone, a man called the cashier of a bathing establishment "an impudent person,” and was promptly haled up for "Ehrenbeleldig ung” and compelled to pay a fine. He appealed against the decision, saying that the remark was made in private, but the court of appeal held it was not so, because the telephone operator or some other person might possibly have overheard it. So much interest was aroused over this decision that the minister of commerce. Dr. Forscht. himself made a personal inspection of the chief tele phone office to see to what extent the telephone employes were likely AUTUMN. the fact that a line in one of my re cent compositions was entirely per verted and the meaning painfully dis torted by the compositor." "Young man.” replied the editor, “that compositor has gone through more poems than you ever wrote, or ever read. He has put in his life set ting up poetry of all kinds, spring and autumn styles, and heavier goods for winter. He may have changed your poem; but when you say he harmed it, you presume. When a man of his ex perience makes up his mind to change a piece of poetry, a person in your po sition should not attempt to criti cise."—Stray Stories. As to Red Hair. He is the handsomest boy in town and has the prettiest red hair, which he inherited from his great-graad mother. His name is Douglas; they call him Dot; age four. But why should every man, woman and girl make rude remarks about the color of his hair? Yesterday he thundered through his little pipe: "Aw, 1 wish everybody in town had red hair; then they wouldn’t say so much about mine!”—N. Y. Press. A Widow. Landlord—You say you are a widow? Applicant for Flat—Yes. And by the way, do you mind If I pay my rent rent regularly on the 10th of the month, instead of the 1st? You see, I get my check for alimony then.” Tact. He—Can't you silly women under stand that these bargains yon are so crazy after are dear things after all? She—Of course they are. I got a bargain when I married yon. Jack. j to overhear conversations going on ! between the subscribers. The min ! ister has now issued a stringent gen j era! order forbidding the employes tc ■ listen to conversations over the wires | and reminding them that in case* when it is impossible for them tr | avoid overhearing such talk it must : be regarded as "service secrets.’ j which al! officials and operators arc solemn!* pledged to observe. Richest Soil on Earth. 'Russia has the best farming lant l in the world.’ said a bureau of agri ! culture expert. “In her black earth region vast crops of grain have been grown for 60 or TO years without the use of fertilizer. This region comprises IT.O.OOO.OOf acres between the Carpathians and the Urals. The sol] is like chocolate —rich, smooth, moist, dark brown. On analysis it reveals 45.000 pound* j cf nitrogen to the acre. Soil Is con sidered excellent that reveals 8.000 pounds to the acre. | "Russia's black earth region. in a I word, is newly six times better farm | ing land than anv other in the world.” Wretched. “Did you have a nice time up in the mountains. Marie?” “No. It was wretched. The only fellow worth looking at up there fell out of a tree the second day after my arrival and broke both of his arms.” —Chicago Record-Herald. A Difference. “I suppose you did lose a iittie money. Forget it! You ought to take things philosophically.” “1 always do, but it’s hard to part with things philosophically.”