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For .such a stroke there was no
parry. Canute threw his shield be
fore him, but the blade cleft wood and
iron and golden plating like parch
ment, and telling on the horse's neck,
bit it to the bone. Rearing and plung
ing with pafn, the animal crashed into
those behind him, missed his footing
and fell, entangling his rider in the
trappings. Bending over him, -the
Ironside struck again.
But the son of Lodbrok had stili
hiB left arm. Bearing his shield, it
shot out over the body of his king.
The falling brand bit this screen also,
and lopped off the hand that held it.
.but the-respite was sufficient. In a
flash Canute was on bis feet, both
hands grasping the hilt of his high
flung sword.
It was a mighty blow, but It fell
harmless. A sadden surge in the tide
of struggling bodies swept the Iron
sides out of reach and engulfed him
in a whirlpool of Danish swords. He
laid about him like mad, and was like
to have cleared a passage back, when
a second wave carried him completely
from view. '
Canute cursed at the anxious faces
that surrounded him. "What means it,
this swayinq? Who are flying?"
"The English!" bellowed Rotngar.
"The English are ilying Edmund's
head! Yonder!"
Frode's daughter had Viking blood,
but she hid her face with a cry. There
it was, high upon a spear-point, drip
ping, ghastly. Could the sun shine
upon such a thing?
To stare before him, Rothgar let
the blood pcur unheeded from his
wounded arm. "Yonder Edmund rides
now!" he gasped. "You can tell him
by his si7.c Yonder! Now he is
tearing off his helmet "
"Her wide bright eyes sought his
Nor was he mistaken: within spear
throw the mighty frame of the Iron
side towered above his struggling
guard. As lie bared his head, they
could even distinguish his face with
its large elegantly-formed features
and Ethelred's prominent chin. Bran
dishing his sword, shouting words of
reassurance, exposing his person with
out a thought of the darts aimed at
him. he was making a heroic effort
to check the rush of his panic-stricken
host.
Randalin stared about her. doubting
Tier senses. But light had begun to
dawn ob Canute. He wheeled sharply,
as Thorkel pushed his horse to their
sides.
"Whose head" was that?" he de
manded. Thorkel's face was a lineless mask.
"I believe his name was Osmaer." he
answered without emotion. "It was
unlieaifjof. good fortune that he
should c so like Edmund in looks."
The young king's face was suffused
with bitterness. "Good fortune! he
cried sharply. "Good fortune! Am I
a fool or a coward that I am never
to win except by craft or good for
tune? Had you let me alone "
But what else he said Randalin
never knew. Some unseen obstacle
turned in their direction the stream of
rushing horsemen. In an instant the
torrent had raught them in its whirl
ing eddies, and they were so many
sepltrate atoms borne along on the
flood. To hold back was to be thrown
down; to fall was to be trampled into
rags. The battle had changed into a
hunt.
Thundering hoof-beats, crashing
blows, shrieks and groans and falling
bodies a sense of being caught In a
wolf pack took possession of the girl;
and the feeling grew with every side
long glance she had of the savage,
sweating, dust-grimed faces, hi their
jungles of blood-clotted hair. The battle-madness
was upon them, and they
were no longer men, but beasts of
prey. Amid the chaos of her mind, a
new idea shaped itself like a new
world. If she could but work her way
. to the edge of the herd, she might es
cape down one of those green . aisle:
opening before them.
A little opening showed on her
right. Though she could not see the
.ground before her, she took the risk
and swung her horse Into the breach.
His forefeet came down upon the body
of a fallen man, bat it was too late to
draw back. The man turned over with
a yell, and used his one unbroken arm
.to thrust upward his broken sword.
The blade cut her leg to the bone,
and she shrieked with pain; but her
startled horse had no thought of stop
ping. Making his way with plunges
and leaps, he carried her out of the
press sooner than she could have guid
ed him out. On on the edge, he
broke into a run. The agony of the
shaken wound was aabearable. Shriek
ing and moaning, she twisted her
hands in the lines and tried to stop
him. But her strength was ebbing
from her with her blood. By and by
she dropped the rein altogether and
clung to the saddle-bow.
- They reached the wood at last, cool
,and sweet, and hushed in holy peace.
The frantic horse plunged into one of
'the arching lanes, sad the dir of the
hut dies behind her; silence fell like
a curtain at their heels; even thethud
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CHAPTER VI.
Taken Captive.
Lying drowned in cool silence, the
girl came slowly to a consciousness
that someone was stooping over her.
Raising her heavy lids, her eyes rest
ed on a man's face, showing dimly in
the dusk of the starlightt.
He said in English, "Canute's page,
by the Saints! Were I a Pagan Dane,
I would run my sword through him.
But I am a Christian Englishman. Let
him lie. He will bleed his life out be
fore morning." ,
While the warrior was turning, a
new voice spoke.
"Canute's page?" it repeated after
some unseen informant "Is he dead?"
It was a young voice, and deep and
soft, for all the note of quiet author
ity ringing through it. Randalin's
eyes rose dreamily to find the owner.'
Above the black hedge, the square
strength of his shoulders and the
graceful lines of his helmed head were
silhouetted sharply against the starry
sky. Why had they so familiar a look?
Ah! the noble who had followed Ed
mund. A sound on the soft turf told that
the horseman had alighted. "The
bantling is of too good quality to
leave," he said good-naturedly. "Catch
my bridle, Oswin. Where is she
wounded?"
He made c quick step toward her,
then paused as suddenly, his chin
thrust out in listening. A gesture of
his hand imposed a sudden silence,
through which the sound became dis
tinct to all ears a trampling and
crashing in the brush beyond the
moonlit open. As they wheeled to
face it, a shout came from that direc
tion. --J
with the terror of a snared bird."
"What ho! Does the Lord of Ivars
dale go there?"
He whom they had called the Ethel
ing drew himself up alertly. "I make
no answer to hedge-creepers." he said.
"Come out where you can be seen."
"I am the messenger of Edric of
Mercia. Misgreet me not Before
cockcrow we shall be sworn brothers.
I bear a message to King Edmund."
The Etheling's anger leaped out like
a flame; even in the starlight it could
be seen how his face crimsoned.
"No, as God lives!" he answered
swiftly. "It is not to Edmund alone
that the Gainer is loathful. Should he
pass the King's sword, a hundred
blades wait for him, mine among
them. Seek what he may seek, he
shall not have peace of us. Take
yourself out of reach if you would
not be sped with arrows."
A jeering laugh was the only answer
but the tramping of hoofs suggested
that his advice was being taken.
When the sound had faded quite
away, the Lord of Ivarsdale breathed
out the rest of his resentment in a
hearty imprecation., and, turning,
came on his patient With a touch as
gentle as it was strong, he put aside
her resisting hands and began swiftly
to cut away the blood-stiffened hose.
Darkness closed around Randalin
again, darkness shot with zigzag light
nings of pain, and throbbing with piti
ful moans.
She came to herself to find that
soldiers were lifting her up to the
horseman, where he sat again in his
saddle. She recognized the square
ness of his shoulders; and she knew
the gentleness of his touch as he
slipped his free arm around her and
drew her carefully into place, making
of his stalwart body a support for her
weakness. No strength was in her to
struggle against him; only her wide
bright eyes sought his, with the terror
of a snared bird.
Meeting the look aad understanding
a small part of its question, he said in
a reassuring word in his pleasant low
pitched voice: "Be of good cheer,
youngling; there is no thought of eat
ing you. I will bring you to a cup of
wine before moonrise, if you hold
fast"
It is doubtful if the girl so much as
heard him. Her eyes were passing
from feature to feature of his face, as
the stars revealed it above her from
the broad, comely brow to the square
young chin, from the clean-cut fine
tempered mouth to the clear, true
eyes. One by aae she noted them,
and shade oy shade her strained look
of fear relaxed. With eyes still turn
ed up toward his face, her lids droop
ed and fell; and her head sank upon
his breast and lay there. In the peace
of perfect faith.
Tap tap tap tap, like water drip
ping slowly. Drop by drop the sound
filtered through', the thick wrappings
o'f Randalin's slumber, till she knew
it for the beat of horses' hoofs, and
stirred and opened .her eyes.
The silver shimmer of starlight fall
ing through purple deeps had given
way to the ruddy glare of a camp
Sre, and she' was lying just beyond
its heat, cloak-wrapped, on a bed of
leaves. Above her, interlacing beech
boughs made an arching roof, under
which the shadows clustered as swal
lows under eaves. Within the sylvan
alcove, some four-score battle-stained
warriors were taking their eaae after
i-hard day. Through the fog of her
Mrowsiness Randalin recognized them
.slowly. Yonder was the
who had found her in the
Beyond aha, across the Irs, the col
liers who had lifted her ap to the
Here, just in front ef
her, was the leader hlmaatf. Bet
gaae settled wsoa him dreamily.
He had latshed his meal. If meal
it eonld'he called, and was making
some attempt at toOet . His captive's
eyes were not the oaly ones upon aim.
and he was laughing a little at the
comments(htt performance drew forth
from three old cnihts loanglag near
him.
"These are soft days, comrades. The
last time I followed the old chief, of
honored memory, we held .oar war
council standing knee-deep is a fen.
We had neither eaten nor drank for
two days, and three days' blood war
on our hands.1
The young chief took it with care
less good humor.
When you leave off eating, la mea
ory of that brave time, I will leave off
washing," he returned. "I tell yoa.
nothing but a warrior's life becomes
ethel-born men, nor sluggishness nor
junketings, but day under fire and
nights among the Wise Men of
council. By Saint Mary. I feel that
I have never lived before! One week
at the heels of Edmund Ironside is
worth a lifetime under the banner of
any other king."
A pause met his warmth somewhat
coudly; andthe warrior who broke the
silence lowered his voice to do it
(To be continued.)
BOTH WERE VERY ILL.
Mr. and Mrs. Newrich Suffered from
Similar Ailments.
"Everybody and his neighbor has
been having a short or long pull with
the grip, influenza, cold, or whatever
you please to term it," said Represen
tative Little of Arkansas, "and this
fact reminds me of a good story told
by our family physician out home.
"This good doctor was called to the
home of a recently rich family to see
his wife, who was suffering with a
cold. She was dressed in rather
showy, carefully made deshabille, and
was clearly doing her utmost to make
an impression and show the pill dis
penser that she was 'somebody.'
"'And how is the madam to-day?
asked the doctor, as he sank into one
of .the easy chairs.
" Oh, shockingly III was the reply,
trying to look interesting in spite of
her red nose and blear eyes.
" 'A slight cold suggested the doc
tor. "'No, the per-re-vailing lesgripe or
in-flu-en-za,' she drawled out, pro
nouncing the words as if endeavoring
to establish the character of a fashion
able woman by her elegant manner
and pronunciation.
"'And you are ill, too?' said the
doctor, almost bursting with amuse
ment as he addressed the husband,
plain, blunt man. who sat near by snif
fling every moment
"'Yes, I'm sick, too, doctor he
answered, wiping his nose on his coat
sleeve. I've got this cussed horse dis
temper, and none of your les-grippe or
in-flue-ranza
"The wife said, 'Why, James and
added aside to the doctor that 'James
is not exactly right when not in pre
mature health" Washington Times.
NOT EQUAL TO POSITION.
"Groom of the Feather Cloak" Fell
from Grace.
When King Kalakaua of Hawaii vis
ited Japan twenty years ago he was
very anxious to exhibit to the Japa
nese his famous royal feather cloak.
It did not look well draped over the
regular costume of the king, which
was based on European military mod
els. It was out of the question to
wear it draped over brown cuticle,
as was the ancient fashion. Finally
it was decided to let Robert, one of
his attendants, wear it William N.
Armstrong, the king's attorney-general,
says: "This additional service de
lighted Robert who now, according to
a confidential statement made to his
Japanese attendant was 'keeper of
the royal standard 'groom of the
feather cloak' and 'valet in ordinary
While in the imperial car, on the way
to Tokyo, the king's suite had sud
denly seen Robert, sitting in state in
the luggage car, dressed in a silk hat
white gloves an'd with the gorgeous
royal cloak hanging over his should
ers, the tableau being completed by a
group of Japanese attendants who
were standing before him. lost in ad
miration." But Robert was scarcely
equal to the dignity that was his. In
his capacity of valet he preceded the
party to the palace assigned to them,
and discovered there abundance of
wines and spirits, which he consumed
until they arrived. He was found
asleep in the king's bed chamber, with
the silk hat far down over his head
and the gorgeous cloak askew on his
shoulders. He was at once deposed
from his office 'of 'groom of the feath
er cloak."
A Financial Case.
"He was a small boy." said the
clerk in a down town bank, telling the
story, "but he was trying to learn.
"How do you get money on checks,
please?' he asked the biggest bank
porter who stood outside the parti
tion. '"Why, you just write your name
on the back and give them to that
fellow over there expounded the por
ter, indicating the paying teller.
"The youngster solemnly scrawled
his name on the back of a dozen
checks and took them over to the
paying teller's window. They were
checks drawn by that boy's father
and two other male relatives in favor
of different people, and the youngster
was much chagrined when he didnt
get the money.
"1 was going to take it and run
away to sea.' he told us afterward, in
genuously." Carried Away Their Dinners.
John Barrymore was missing when
the "naif-hour call" was given at a
New York theater the other evening.
As time drew on for the rise of the
curtain, the stage manager grew nerv
ous, for in "The Dictator" Mr. Barry
more is first on the stage. When he
did appear, carrying a parcel done up
in a napkin, he told how it happened.
"Ethel and I went to So-and-so's for
dinner," he said. "The thick-headed
Dutchman that waited oa as was
slow, and just as we were leaving in
he came with the steak. I gave Ethel
half, and brought the rest with me."
And. opening his parcel, he showed
Tiif a sirloin steak and a eoaple of
baked potatoes, which he proceeded
to eat while he was dressing. Miss
Barrymore at another city theater is
supposed to have eaten her dinner in
the same uncoaventional fashioa.
Pythen an the "Nest"
At the soological gardens, Manches
ter, England, s python laid fifty eggs
over the heat lalet of her cage aad is
now Incsbatmg. being coOed about
them. The eggs, which are shell-less,
are about the sire of a turkey's are
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THE WIfffiEK-
Too may laugh at any plana, yea
say
rm a fool to expect to succeed:
You may to to heap things m my way.
You may answer aae "No" when I"
plead:
You nay plot to destroy rae and meet
My every advance with a frown.
You znay spread out your snares iqr my
feet
But you can't keep me down! '
You may question my right to aspire. r'
You may rail at ray wish to moant
high:
You may hold tack the aid I require.
My worth you may grimly deny:
You may try to entice me away ;;
From the path that leads up to re
nown. You may scourge me and scoff and be
tray. But you can't keep me down!
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Existence, as Philip Van Vivier
planned it, was to be a very pleasant
affair. He had youth and health, and
wealth, and he pictured tne future a
gay kaleidoscopic minghngs of golf,
and polo ponies, and grand opera, and
little suppers after the play, and Lon
don seasons and Parisian boulevards,
and it really seemed to him when he
stopped to moralize that this was a
pretty good old world after all, and
that given these things and a good
digestion a man might be happy if he
tried.
Then, too, to crown it all there was
Madge. Madge, tall and slight, and
svelt, with the tawny gold in her
hair, and the eyes that changed with
every changing thought that -were as
blue as summer skies when she smil
ed, and grew black as midnight when
she thrilled to any deep emotion.
Philip could hardly remember a time
when he bad not loved her. They had
grown up, boy and girl, together, with
something singularly similar in their
fate. Both were orphaned children,
left to "the untender care of unwilling
relatives, and Philip never forgot the
moment of their meeting. His uncle's
place adjoined that of Madge's guard
ian, and -he had been wandering about
the grounds, a forlorn and lonely
childish figure, when he first came
upon the little maid. She gave one
long look at his somner face and
mourning clothes, and then, with that
swift and intuitive sympathy that God
gives to even the youngest child",, she
went up to him.
"Little boy," she lisped, for sfie was
scarcely more than a baby, "little boy,
is 'oo lonesome, and doesn't nobody
love 'oo?"
"No," he had answered with a sob
from the depths of his hungry little
heart
"Don't c'y, little boy." she comfort
ed, slipping her hand in his, "I 'ill
love 'oo, and 'oo won't never be lone
some any more," and, indeed, it seem
ed to Philip he had never been lone
some again. There was always
Madge.
But who may count securely on the
future? Move the kaleidoscope ever
so gently and its figures change. There
came a day when Philip had to do,
not with visions of a golden future,
but with a hard and merciless pres
ent Suddenly, as an unexpected
thunderbolt came the failure of the
trust company in which his fortune
was invested, and he awoke one morn
ing to find himself that most pitiable
of all creatures- on earth the man
who needs nroney, and knows no way
of earning it. He had taken the blow
standing, with a smile on his lips, like
the thoroughbred he was, and just
how deep the hurt went none knew.
"Pleasant prospect" was his sole
comment with a shrug of his shoul
ders to those who would have con
doled with him on his loss, "a beer
income, with a champagne taste. Do
you happen to know the best way of
adjusting them?"
He might meet the situation with
laughter and scoffing so far as others
were concerned, but when it came to
Madge it was another thing. "I can't
ask her to marry a beggar," he said
to himself, setting his teeth, and with
a face as white as death, "and I'm not
Ak DkilU DhSlinf
poltroon enough to settle dowa and
live on her money," and there had
ben a terrible scene.
"On, Philip, Philip," she had cried,
clinging to him, "what good is all
my money to me if I can't make
things easy for you? Surely there is
more than enough for us both."
Then he had tried to explain to her,
blunderingly, and haltingly, that
something that is dearer to man than
even the love of woman that some
thing which he must have, or die of
self-loathing his own self-respect.
And hi the end Madge "saw." The
sympathy that always understood
others was part of her charm, and
Philip went away to face that un
known world of work that is so hard,
and gives such scant rewards to the
untried laborer.
At college he had rather distinguish
ed himself by some clever skits ia the
college JomraaL aad sa It seemed aat
mral to hint to turn to journalism as
the most available way of setthmg the
bread aad batter problem. A friend
obtained a place for him oa the staff
f the morning Asterisk, here he be
gan as the borm of tb reaortorial
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You may load rae with fetters to wear.
You may rail at my strength and my
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You may rob me of love and of trust.
You may call me knave, coward or
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Philip kept doggedly on. He ac
quired a reputation for being faithful
and accurate. He was a gourmand
for work', and the city editor began to
speak hopefully of him, but advance
ment comes slowly in a newspaper
office, and to Philip, Madge seemed an
immeasurable distance off, when sud
denly he made his great scoop. It
was the merest accident successes
mostly are if we knew the truth of
them. One evening he was walking
along one of the fashionable residence
streets,when suddenly he was startled
by a scream, and looking up he
saw a woman with the wild eyes and
cunning of a maniac sitting on the
very outer coping of the walls of a
tall house, where she vaved her arms
"And what do you th,ink of the new
tenor?"
gleefully, and leaned dizzily forward
to peer into the street below. In an
instant all the mystery of the
drawn blinds and jealously guarded
doors of the mansion, at which many
had marveled, was revealed. Here
was one of those family tragedies, at
which the world guesses some poor
crazed creature, living out her life
within padded walls, and who had es
caped from her keepers, and with
that instinct of flight from a prison
that survives all reason, was prepar
ing to take a fatal leap into the street
below.
It bad taken Philip but an instant
to realize the scene, and with a sud
den inspiration he dashe'd past the
servant in the doorway, and up the
three long flights of steps, and
through the open door in the roof
through which she had evidently
climbed. The woman looked up at
the sound of an approaching step
She saw a handsome young man com
ing toward her. When he reached
her he made a courtly bow and offer
ed her his arm, and without one pro
test, mechanically, naturally, as il
they had been on the ballroom floor,
she arose and put her hand within it.
and together they started towards
the bouse, treading the narrow ledge
'whose outer edge was death. A single
push of the crazed woman's feeble
hand and mutilation waited for then:
below, but there vas not a tremble it
the man's voice as he asked:'
"And what do you. think of the new
tenor this winter at the opera?"
In the street below the crowd stood
silent, tense with excitement, untii
they saw Philip hand the woman, still
with courtly .grace, through the doo
in the roof, and then it broke intc
tumultuous cheering.
As for Philip, his one thought was
to get to the office, lie realized the
value of the story- The secret of the
darkened mansion. The closed blinds
The beautiful woman, with her wild,
mad eyes it .was full of color, it was
picturesque. Besides It was a scoop
There is, perhaps, no other joy In
life equal to that which the young
writer reads his own productions. It
type, and Philip's first conscious 'act
the next morning was to reach for the
paper. He had expected his story tc
be given some prominent place;. per
haps to be featured. To his dismay it
was not even printed. How long he
might have stared at the paper in be
wilderment he never knew, but that
two letters caught his eyes, as they
lay upon his table. One was fron
the city editor of the Asterisk, and he
pounced upon it for an explanation.
"Dear Van Vivier," he read, Tsorry
but your scoop was scooped. The dis
tressed damsel you rescued Is old Lf
Roax's daughter, and La Roux, as yot
appear not to know, is the heavies
stockholder in the Asterisk. Natur
ally he wanted your story killed. VIr
tue rewarded, however. He sag
gests you for night editor in place o
Carson, who has resigned. Reporr
for duty to-night" -
The other letter was from Madge
It said:
"Dear Philip I have heard rf yoai
rescue of -poor Fannie. La Roux. Hoe
could yoa be such a hero, and seel
a goose as to take such a risk. Tot
need a guardian, sir, and I am going
to marry yoa tof take care of you, ox
thmtemr oae month. Ton can't refuse
a may, yoa know. Tours, Madge."
PWHb read the letter twice, asi
f then be bowed' his head on the table
I aad .when he raised it his eyi
Goes Back
A son of a Portland (Ore.) phy
sician has created a sensation by the
startling method of living which ha
has adopted and which he advises all
to adopt who desire perfect health.
He advocates a return to the primi
tive way of living without clothing.
Ernest W. Darling, son of Dr. J.
W. Darling, is the man who advocates
the return to ways primeval. Until
a year ago he lived in Portland, but
was compelled to seek a. sunnier
:lime on account of his health. For
the last year he has lived on the sum
mit of a hill on the outskirts of Los
Angeles, Cal. He does not occupy a
bouse, nor even a tent The sole hab
itation is about seven by four feet and
two feet in depth. In that peculiar
place, wrapped in blankets, he seeks
rest He is an ardent lover of ma
ture and believes that by his method
'of living he is able to commune more
closely with its invisible forms aad
at the same, time build up his consti
tution, which was shattered by dis
ease. "Good health is the first requisite
for religion or anything else," he says,
when questioned concerning his novel
ideas. "I firmly believe that if we
take perfect1 care of our health, avoid
ing all accidents or disease, we shall
live eternally in these bodies of ours.
Every person should learn gradually
to live outdoors and to live on nat
ural food that is, food just as it
"Those people sleeping comfortably
back in the Pullmans little know how
often the engineer grasps the air
brake valve thinking that the next
minute his widow and fatherless chil
dren will be eligible to participate in
the division of the Carnegie hero
fund," said the fat engineer. "In most
cases there's no 'cause for alarm, but
my hair has stood on end so often
that- it has fallen out and now I'm
totally blind.
' "One night last week I was coming
east-on No. 44, and, though I do say
it myself, we were hititng the trail
at a rate that would make the Empire
State express look like a stationary
engine. I was pretty sure we'd come
under the wire on time all right, when
out of the gloom ahead suddenly
flashed a red light comin' at me wav
in' violently at right angles with the
track the usual flag signal.
"Hem," I says to myself, "another
freight hog laid down ahead, and it's
up to us to do the Good Samaritan
act and push 'em out. Gettin' a train
over this pike on time makes that
stunt of the camel goin through the
needle's eye look like falling out of a
hay loft But why in goldarnation
don't that wooden headed flagman step
out of the middle of the track and let
us pass? He can take the steps on
In Butte, Mont, there is a gambling
house where the patronage of ladies
is the special feature of the manage
ment, and where all kinds of women
play the good old game of faro, per
fectly atr home and without fear of
interruption. The entrance is from
an alley near Broadway, and the house
is luxuriously furnished. Carpets are
laid on the floors, softened lights
shine over the players, courteous at
tendants deal and shuffle the cards
and pay bets or take winnings with
out the slightest suggestion of the in
congruity of the situation.
Here many fashionably gowned
women of Butte's elite come in par
ties or in pairs with escorts, to qui
etly venture silver or gold pieces
coined from copper by their husbands,
who busy themselves in Butte's con
tinuous political war. ,
Women of the business world keep
track of the game, and both dealer
and player usually maintain a rigid
silence. Money is passed out for
chip's with the simple word '"five" or
"ten," and conversation is economized
to a minimum.
And there are schemes to inveigle
the unsuspecting that only the initi
ated understand. Many women of the
middle classes are among the most
Of Thirty
She's walking in her garden, with quiet
step and slow
Ann Smith, who lost her lover now thirty
years ago.
Between the clean, white palings the vil
lage people view
Her moving 'midst the tulips all drowsy
with the dew.
The breezes breathe of springtime, of
springtime lilts the rill.
There's springtime in the robin's enrap
tured vesper trill;
There's springtime in the blossoms she
b-ushes to and fro:
And In her heart the springtime of thirty
years ago.
The lane is lying yonder wrapped deep In
fragrant gloom.
By bursting hawthorn bordered and cher
ry trees in bloom.
The. moths athwart it flutter on errant
ghostly wing.
Adown its dusky vista the crickets brave
ly sing.
The crescent moon is shedding a tender
light above.
The air is soft and dreamy, and quiverlaa
with lo-e.
The world is full of longing, of whispers
vague and low.
As in that other springtime of thirty
years ago.
Value of a.
Education 4s good for any man or
woman who accepts it simply as in
tellectual enlightenment and as a
means of intellectual pleasure, says
the Saa Francisco Bulletin. But edu
cation has an economical as well as
an intellectual aspect. It gives a man
er woman appetites as well as pleasures.-
It crectes in the individual a
need and deajre for brain work and a
distaste for manual labor. It arouses
a wish for luxuries and social position
that only wealth can bring. It drives
men and women into those few occu
pations which social prejudice leaves
open to educated persons. There is
no room in these professions for the
crowd. Consequently a multitude of
the less competent among college
graduates fail la their work aad be
come dissatisied.
It would be well if the higher edw
cathm were conlaed to those oaly
who through superior powers of
m
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proved to give aa
The objects hi Mving
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thought aad ha action.
mlBilit It la far raraaar
these fraMa grow, it is weu snewa
by travelers la the tropics that we
can live oa tl a month or less.
"Third There Is a very decided ha
mMlntrfBTi issae la this diet. No aal
mal has to sesTer Imprisonment aad
final slaughter ia order to feed the
fruitarian. The fruitarian will take
bis meal directly from the tree aad
eat."
Mr. Darling has evideatly found
these results la hie mode of Mfs, tor
he has built himself up wonderfully.
When he left Portland a year ago he
weighed ninety pounds, while now he
weighs about one hundred aad seventy-five
pounds. It was don with
out a drop of medicine.
He rises at daylight, takes a cold
shower bath, then runs half a mile or
so. Then he goes through caUstheaic
exercises before eating breakfast of
fruit He eats regularly three' times
each day aad always has a good ap
petite. the tank whea we go by aad tell me
what's the matter.
Hut nothing must do but we stop
dead aad lose more time, for the ob
ject behind the red light was still
comin up the center of the track with
the lantern swtngin' viciously. I'd
have to stop dead or run over the
cuss.
"By this time I was 'most ready to
take passage in aa aerial greyhound,
and I made the mistake of reversm
her to avoid hittht' the man. Baag!
went the cylinder head oa the right
side.
"With the noise of the explosion
the thug behind the red light gave a
jump sad cleared both tracks, landim
in a ditch. I knew that no human
beta could stake a leap like that, so
I started to investigate.
"And what do yoa suppose I found
hvthe ditch? A cow. A cow with her
crumpled bora passed through the bail
of a red order lantern. Evidently she
had broken through some farm fence
a little further down the line and in
rubbing her nose against an order
lamp had stuck her bora through the
lantern on the post 'and brought It
away with her.
"And there we were for aa hoar
while I disconnected aad got the en
gine fixed up so we could move oa
slowly, using one side."
regular patrons of the place. A wait
er girl was recently observed playing
her week's wages with phenomenal
luck. With $15 she had won ISO. aad
had cashed in her chips with charm
ing coolness, prepared to go home
"winner." The dealer paid her with
out oomment He counted out the
money two twenty-dollar bills, oae
ten, one five, four dollars ia silver,
two half-dollars. She picked up the
money, put the bills is her purse,
and laid a half-dollar oa the ace. It
lost She laid dowa a dollar. It woe.
Another few moments sad she had
lost the silver. Reluctantly she drew
out a five-dollar note aad began to
play agaia. Ia a few deals she was
playing heavily agaia. Ia half aa
hour she was broke. It was a simple
trick which nas wci the bank away
millions of dollars after the player
cashed la the manner of payment
Oae is reractsat to break a bill, but
silver is xoaveaieat to lay dowa oa a
card, and nwst gamblers will do IL
Before they know It they are agaia
drawn into the game. They some
times win. It is true, for the games
are on the square; but oae cannot
win always, aad the chance oa a sec
ond round is ia favor of the "tiger.
Denver Repubii
Years Ago
'Twas just la such a sprlagtUae. 'twas
Just oa such an eve
That there beneath the poplar he took
Ms last, fond leave.
And blindly she turned downward, aware
of only this:
Withia her breast his promise, upon her
lips his kiss.
Oh. April after April, invokes the twi
light lane.
And April after April the garden wakes
fa vain:
For never will their coverts another
springtime know
Like that dear, sweet old sfrlngtlme of
thirty years ago.
Ann Smith Is straight and slender; her
brow is calm and fair:
Her voice is clear aad patient, aad
smooth and thick her hair.
No -flakes have touched her tresses, no
frost her cheeks can dim.
To her 'tis always springtime, and she
must wait for hiss.
And when the gloaming gathers around
the garden gate.
And when each thrush and pigeon has
sought his gentle mate.
The children of the village will lead yoa
past, to show
The maid who lost her lover now thirty
years ago.
-Edwin L. Sabtn In Housekeeper.
Education
seem Itted fr it sad give promise
of being able to employ it la the
intellectual professions. Every grad
uating' class at every university coa
tains a large percentage of students
who barely pass the tests aad who
have ao aataral aptitude for iateOec
tual occupatioa. These are dumped
upon the BMraet with lofty ideas and
iasemdeat ability to back them up.
Education to them is a cane instead
of a blessmg. It makes them take ap
work at which they cannot succeed,
aad despise aad sham the work for
which God made them. Evea if they
lad oat their mistake after leaving
college,. R Is eessmoaly too late to
mead. The years ia whien they might
have aeea learasag a
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Winston Churchill's recent break
dowa ia a speech la parliament recalls
to the English press a similar lapse
of memory oa the part of a member
named Shell la the house ef commons.
Shell was beginning a carefully pre
pared sentence with the word "neces
sity,' whea his memory deserted him.
He repeated "necessity" three times.
aad then Sir Robert Peel mischiev
ously added: "Is aot always the
mother of invention." A correspond
ent of the London Daily Mail gives
some Instances of lapse of memory
that came under his own observation
as follows: "I was once staying with
a distinguished dlvlae la Yorkshire,
the author .of several volumes of
poems aad other literary works, and
has too, 'lost himself" la the Lord's
prayer. Moreover, he could aot 're
rover himself whea he recommenced.
I was once attending a demonstration
of anatomy, and the professor a gen-tk-maa
usually noted for hia lucidity
completely broke dowa. aad the class
had to be dismissed."
First Matches.
The frst sulphur matches, bow up
wards of a century old, appear very
awkward according to oar modera
ideas of convenience. They were
known as "spunks" aad varied la
length from fve to seven inches.
These were geaerally packed la ban
dies of a dozea tied together with bits
of straw. The matches illustrated
herewith were made la 1830. and are
preserved ia York Museum. EnglaBd.
They were even less satisfactory than
they appear, since the salphur re
fused to strike ire.
Milking Cewe by Electricity.
There is a unique farm near Paris
which is known as the electric farm,
for the reason that nearly all the work
is done by electricity.
The owner of the farm keeps a large
number of cows and they are fed by
an electric maculae which throws the
proper amount of food into the feed
box. They are also milked by an elec
tric milking machine invented by an
English mechanic. This machine can
milk ifty cows at once and requires
only two persons to operate it. The
French milkmaid will now have to lad
other work to do.
OMeet Swtdey School Teacher.
The oflcials of the Wesleyan Sun
day school, Swlnton, lay claim to hav
ing upon their register the oldest Sun
day school teacher in England, if not
in the United Kingdom. Mr. George
Doxey, who is now in his eighty
eighth year, has been a teacher sixty
nine years, aad holds the remarkable
record that for half a century he was
never absent from school, aad dur
lag forty years he was never once
late. Though eighty-seven years of
sge. he is able to read without the aid
of spectacles.
StiR Believe in Witchcraft
Witchcraft is not dead ia America,
nor did the last of the witches burn
during the dnys of the Salem witch
craft In the fastnesses of the Penn
sylvania mountains, and in the farm
ing districts, the homes of the Pean
sylvania Dutch, bordering the great
aatbracite region, spells are as power
ful to-day as they were 200 years ago.
and as implicitly believed in. The be
lief in witchcraft which was burned
out of New England, survives in Penn- -sylvania.
That a man was bewitched
is a common excuse for crime there.
Uninjured by Fearful Fall.
A man named Walker with two lit
tle girls reached the station Rutland,
Vt, just as the train was leaving: He
managed to place one. aged five years,
on the rear platform aad tried to get
oa with the other aad failed. The
child rode oa the rear platform for
live miles nnd fell off the steps down
a steep embankment. The train was
going at the rate of thlrty-hve miles
an hour at the time, bat the child was
uninjured.
Victim ef Smart Thief.
While fishing for trout the other
day. John M. Houck of Middleleld.
Mass.. had a aae string of some thirty
teh stolen from him. He was whip?
ping a blt,of rapid wnter where the
stream made so much noise that he
could not hear what went on around
him. nnd his string of fsh lay on a
rock behind him. When he turned
around to pat his aext ish ob the
string, there was no striBg there.
Lightning Kept Busy.
Lightning at Cape Neddick village.
York, Me., played a peculiar freak
recently. A bolt struck the house of
Silas Norman, passed through the
hody of a mason named Fernald. who
was workiBg ia the house, killed a
dog at the letter's side and set fire to
the building. Fernald was critically
burned.
Te Save Smekers Traable.
Aa Austrian has Invented self-lighting
cigars aad cigarettes. Tipped
with a chemical mixture, they Igait
aa being struck agawst aaythmg.
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