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HSriag aude ap soy Bind to it, I
a enthusiastic as my mends said
I had teett slow before. Ifmydeliber
atkm'had heem characteristic, my ar
dor, once It was aroused, was no less
natural, I assure you, for the Biddies,
Mother says,-hare always been a cau
tious race, but steadfast and devoted
when once they nave espoused, a
cause. And it is but hereditary. I
suppose, that nerer to this day bare I
seen anything resaarkable in the fact
that It took ate ten years to make up
-sty salnd to propose to 8ally. It did
not take me tern years to know that
she was pretty, and good, and charm
ing; but it did .take me ten years to
be sure that I wanted io marry her
that. I admit But what is there
BWHffg in that? Hearens! has not a
man a right to pause and consider so
Important, a matter as getting mar
ried? And what right have people to
llnk.one's. name with another's prema
turely? btn't it dreadful?
Well, as I was saying, I had made
up niy mind, and I went to see Sally.
I was full of the' subject Never had
I felt so much a man before. I was.
don't you know, lifted up. I was ner
vous, of course. All men are at such
times. I -suDDOse. and I don't know
how I managed to get into the house.
I think I did remember to ring.' Oh,
I'm mre I ram:! Of course I did!.
But what I mean is, that I was in such
a state, don't yon know, that I was
Well. Sally came down,- as pretty
ad darling as ever, and with a rose
In her hair.. .She'wore her; gray crepes
de chine you know, the, one she had
for Mrs. Gale's 'reception, with-the
Venetian iace. I had never seen her,
look better never! And that very
fact disconcerted me. Still, when I
make up my mind to anything, you
know, .nothing daunts me nothing?
It is not my way to let anything inter
fere. So, after the usual salutations,
I said to her:j , ' -.- , f
"Sally,. I have something-very Im
portant to say to you." '
And said this to her, mind, .in such
a way that I supposed she might
guess the nature of my intended "con
fidence, not so much by the 'words
themselves, as by the-by the mel:
lowness with, which I doht "you
know. But would you believe-it?
she', did not' dream of what I meant!
8he only laughed, and Nsaid: x' ,
"Oh! J know: you've come to tell
me about Mimi's puppies. Elaine told
me yesterday. Aren't you going to
give me one of them? I think you
i "Oh, no! It wasn't that I came to
tell you; though, of course, you shall
have one if you Ilka It was to tell
And right then a bright-idea came
to me to turn defeat into victory!
It was to tall you, Sally." I said, "that
you might have all of them all seven
and MfmL too."
"Oh! I should like one," she said;
"but what would I do with all seven,
And she went on laughing at the no
tion till I was quite oh !.r quite dis
comfited, you know. V .
i "Sally, I said, "you persist In mis
construing my my intentions-
"Why," she replied, "I thought you
offered me all seven, and MimL" .
"So I did. Sally, in a way," I said,
i "Oh!" she said, "then it was an
Indian gift, was it?"
"An Indian gift?" I repeated, per
"Yes; a gift with a string to it
And what .is the string, Freddie? Do
tell me! I. want to know."
Wen would you believe it? rfeht
then an idea struck me! Another
idea! I suppose it was love that put
so many new ideas Into my head.
Oh! it must have been love. So I
"Yes, there Is a string to my gift,
Sally: .1 am the string!"
The string?" said Sally.
"The string," said I. And then pas
sionately: "Oh, Sally! don't you com
prehend me? Don't you? Have you I
never neara tne old, old saying, 'Love
f me, love my dog? "
She was pink all over, and I would
have taken her in my arms I really
sui she not said to
lar alreadr 6lf yomY
; that 'I might take one of
tho puppies, but not all of you!"
She did. She used those very words
to me, and I was-oh! I was crushed,
dont you know. But I rose to the oc
casion. I would not let her see my
despair. I was determined, at all haz
ards, to assert my manhood, and so,
with, an air that if I do say it was
quite, quite in the old-time manner,
dont you know, I said:
. "My dear Sally, you have told me
that you win accept one of the pup-'
pies. It is true; but you have not told
me which one."
I think I smiled. Oh! I am sure I
smiled as I said those words, and I
know I bowed slightly. But I shaU"
ever smile again, for she
"Oh, It doesn't matter in the least
which' one yon give me, Freddie,
they're all such dear little wobbly
things. But since you are' so kind"
And then she blushed.
"I would like one that I could call
Now, there Is the point: Was it an
acceptance, as Tom Larkin swears it
veuea acceptance, don't you
nana ox poetic license, Tom
it the refusal I took it to
and thought about it
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WAR IN THE DESERT
WHERE TRIBES MINGLE IN
, FIERCE CONFLICT.
Traveler Describee Scenes of Carnage
That Accompanied the Conveying
of Caravan Across the Vast
Waste of Arid Land.
Lieut Boyd Alexander describes an
incident of travel in Africa: "Previous
to my work on Lake Chad I had the
fortune to witness a Tubu raid upon
the Mecca caravan. At that time-the
Yo districts were in a most unsettled
state; natives went about-fully armed
and only traveled by night for fear of
the Tubus, who were on the warpath.
These people are the nomad robbers
of the Sahara and lead a, camp lifeT
Armed with long spears and mounted
on small, quick ponies and camels,
they cover long distances, ' concen
trating suddenly when a raid is-contemplated,
afterward to scatter and as
quickly disappear. Many of the law
less Mobbur are their worthy allies,
acting as spies and sharing a portion
of the spoils While the last great
Mecca caravan was traveling through
this country, escorted, by the kachella
of Yo and his horsemen. It was heav
ily .ambushed near Bultari, a two-days',
march fronuYo. The Mobburs opened
the attack by flights of poisoned ar
rows, while . the ' Tubu horsemen
charged on the flanks, cutting off num
bers of the flocks of the caravan,
which spread over two miles of road
and numbered 700 people and nearly
"With 'the loss of IS men and 30
horses killed, the kachella, who had
eight spear wounds? with his 100 horse
men; 'kept the enemy at bay" and un
der the protection of darkness brought
pxe 'harassed caravan into Bulturi,
where for five days' the Tubus hem
,med it in. -On the fourth day the
kachella managed to get a runner
through to me, and begged me -to
'come and rescue .him.. Accordingly,
with all the arrow men and horsemen
I could, muster at Yo, I reached Bul
turi In time to' relieve him. At day
break we moved out of town, prepared,
to fight our way back to Yo. ' It was
splendid to see the kachella, .a man
over six feet in height' mount -his"
horse and receive the homage of his
warriors.. First came troops of ar
row men, who silently -advanced and
shook their bows at him; then the
I horsemen, clad in cloaks ornamented
with patches of color, upon horses
dressed in' thick- arrow-proof, coats,'
came on in Jlne and raising their
spears above "their .heads formed,
"For nearly two days a running fight
ensued and the caravan tolled pain
fully along, enveloped in the. dust of
charging horsemen. - It was a pictur
esque sight Whole famines' were
there, driving their Cocks and carry
ing with them all their worldly be
longings and their children, perched
on the backs of bullocks and camels.
Among the pilgrimage there traveled
pale-faced Fulanis, Husas from Soko
to, .handsome, dark-skinned people
from Melle and Timbuktu and many
mallams or priests, turbaned and
and clothed In white, -walked, calm
and heedless of the danger, incessant
ly telling their beads. When close to
Yo the Tubus cleared off and the
kacheUa's warriors concentrated and
advanced past me in a long line to
ward the town and then the women
and children crowded round the king,
asking the news. AU night long the
hours were broken by the wan of
women calling upon their dead men,
The First Bareback Rider.
Riding "on a broad pad strapped on
a horse's back is very old; bareback
riding is'bmparatlvely new. It was no
longer ago than 1854, on the Fourth of
July, tbat'E. B. Washburne's circus,
playing in Boston, was packed to suffo
cation by tne announcement spread
broadcast thai, on that particular day
for the first timeJn the history-of the
world, a man would ride three times
around the ring standing upright on
the bareback of a gaUoping horse!
The rider, Robert Almar, actually ac
complished this feat and also he car
ried an American flag, which' he wav
ed, thereby arousing tremendous en
thusiasm. Contrast that with the pres
:'ent when there are scores of riders
who ess turn a somersault on horse
back! A clever boy can be taught in
about three days, to stand up 'on a
horse and ride around the ring,
SEEK TREASURE OF LAFITTE. H
Its Hiding Place Has Seen Pointed
Out in Dreams of Ghosts.
-1 Since the French privateer and
smuggler, Jean LaBtte, sailed the high
seas and brought his treasures to the
gulf coast and buried them now and
then it happens that some sensation
arises as. to their immediate' where
abouts, says the Houston Post
'Thirty-four years ag&'the pirate, of
the gulf, as Lafitte was' called, appear
ed in a ,ream to Dr. Beazly, and,
ratherToughly taking him by the col
lar, told him to, come with him .and
he would show him where there were
gold and silver and diamonds buried.
The' doctor in his dream followed his
midnight visitor and he directed him
to a. certain place in the cottage, which,
was then the Beazly home and ocofe
pied by the family, and designated
the spot under which lies the much-talked-of
wealth of the privateer.
The doctor, having the same dream
repeated twice la the same night be
came wide-awake after Lafitte'a third
visit and much interested, the result
being that Jte dtd, and, perhaps, too,
very, shortly afterward. begU digging
the house am pursuit of the
, After gettfssT to the depth of four
or five feet he found nothing of any
moment eaesnt a very
in thlspart et the worm.' where noth
ing of iU kind was ever se
Had he kept on possibly the'
are. might have been found and the
restless spirited? Lafltte, wherever it
W be,, might hav bee
he wished to
made in the same house, and this time
in a dream Lafltte appears in the pres
ence of a lady, urging her to get.the
lost Jewels, gold and sUver.
After aU these years Dr. Besiryhas
at last consented to have some one
else who believes Inthe undertaking
join him to find the treasures, and
they have made arrangements satis
factory to all parties concerned and
now, in a short time, Mr. McKay, a
banker at La Porte, being the associ
ate mentioned, will begin operations
to find the treasures stowed deep4
down under the old house.
WAS IT FATE?
A Romance of Roller
If the bicycling fever doubled the
price of wedding rings, what is the
roller-skating craze going to do?
What brought about Runner's wedding
or Shyly's or Sour's or little Wil
low's? Roller skating.
Willow loved Vera. My, how he did
love, that girl! - He idolized, worship
ed, adored her until it was almost
funny. Not to Willow, but to others.
Vera and paradise; no Vera, the other
thing. That was how he felt about
it though otherwise he seemed per-
With WUlow the one question of
the hour and aU hours was how to
marry and eat three meals a day on
$15 juweek. He passed hours gazing
in at grocers' windows reading prices,
though Vera had told him time and
time again that she would manage
it all right . , . ,
Vera was the slave of acrabbed old
uncle, her only relative, who needed
lots of waiting on and some one to
abuse. Vera cost him less than
three dollars a week and never talked
back. Vera talk back to uncle! Her
amateur performance would ' have
made a fine ' showing beside uncle's
professional nagging, he having been
born with a gift for that sort of thing:
'''Whenever'"' Vera had' ar beaif uncle
had a convulsion.,; Willow was pretty
busy- most of the time, covering his
tracks, as he knew that excitement .
was bad for uncle. 7 They managed
things 'rather nicely so. that - uncle's '
weak heart would get no Jolts. Then
the roller-rink fever broke out
Willow, a clever ice skater, had
very Uttle to learn. But Vera! Hon-.
est it looked as if she just never'
would learn. Willow presented her
with a pair of skates, and she began
home, practice, guided by Willow's in
structions,' and some printed rules. It
was easy enough. In fact there was
very Uttle to it See that the skates
are fastened securely, stand firmly, ad
vance right foot throw full weight
upon it bend well forward to get
'send,' and glide away." It sounded
easy, but it did not seem to work
Vera never' glided. Instead she
would wave and wobble frantically
here and there arid then zigzag help
lessly to the exact place she did not
want to go. There invariably was
nothing to grab, so down she would
go with such force that everything
in the room" would jump, her skates
always striking last But she perse
vered. At last there came a time when she
consented to attend a masked carnival
at the roller rink. They wore hired
cheesecloth costumes. . In a dinky
peasant dress Vera surely looked aU
right to Willow.
She was considerable of a girl, to
begin with, brimming with energy. Be
fore she knew it she had torn herself
from Willow's bashful and respectful
hold and. was whizzing across the
mammoth rink with power enough to
cany a loaded through freight four
mUes uphill on a wet day. She had
lost aU control of herself and that
diabolical momentum increased with
At the opposite end of the rink,
luffing up out of the distance and the
disturbance he was .causing, careened
a huge,. red, ungainly, masked Santa
Claus, whiskers streaming, his four
extremities doing everything but the
right ones. Plainly the man was de
termined to cut some particular caper
that he had set mind on if he had to
kin everyone on the floor. Singles
and couples sprawled in his wake,
some able to sit up and send maledic
tions after him, while, others had only
life enough to wave a skate-laden foot
in useless protest A trolley car
would have been as' sensible of at
tack. The rollers under Willow seemed
riveted to the floor with horror. He
saw that at a point near the center of
.the rink it was foredoomed that Santa
Claus and Vera should collide with
the. .impulsion got from new skates
weU oiled, a floor that cost $4,000 to
lay and polish, a- hundred and forty
poimdSvQt.uncontrolled girl and nearly
twice that weight of man resolutely
sending himself in the direction he
was determined to go.
As In "a. dream,' WUlow heard an
attendant say; "Pal, you shouldn't of
shoved your ladyput that way when
old reapln and thrashln' machine Is
operatin' hisself. ..We don't dare say
a word, for he is -one of, the main
ropes here, and can order us out of
our Jobs any time he likes. Gee! It
looks like we was goih' to need a
doctor or a -hearse or somethin'."
They struck with a frightful impact
and then feU apart and spun about
One of Vera's skates came down on
Santa's head kerwhack. His wig and
beard-had fallen off and, ere she
fainted, Vera saw that it was uncle!
Talk about poetic Justice!
The attendant had almost to carry
WUlow across the floor. He was near
ly dead, and, oh, how he wished Uncle
was also! Willow's wishes never did
Uncle dead? Before the doctor got
there he was sitting up stanching the
trickle of blood from his head and
telling the crowd how he had seen
.Vera coming and by skillful maneu
vering had managed to save her life
by heroically sacrincing himself. Fur
ther, he" told Vera" and WUlow that
akatiag.was the trst senaible thing be
had ever known either of them to do.
Then, after he had seen .what a.
hskajsrWiaVyW' was,, k tnade- WHmw
of the rink at more than $1S
wf nS)ssrt Oflrtuan Brown
. Harding Jumped off the train at
11:3$ that night The bare, desolate
Uttle station looked lonesome, al
though its two tiny electric lights did
their best to brighten the situation.
"Carriage, sir?" came a harsh voice
close beside him, somewhere in the
With dimculty Harding hunted out
the Uttle carriage and handed his suit
case to the driver.
"Guess you're the only one what
got off to-night; where you goin'?"
the gruff voice interrogated.
"Judge Ewen's," answered Harding
simply, for every one in the Uttle town,
knew the Judge.
"O, to th Judge's, eh. You ain't the
feller waat'a goin' ter marry his
daughter, air your grinned the socia
"Why, maybe I win," admitted the
young fellow, Impatiently. "But the
quicker yon get me there the happier
"Just Uke aU them young feUers
that's goin' sparkm'," snickered the
driver, jumping to his sest and start
ing his sorry nag at a dogtrot
The darkness hid Harding's con
scious blush, for surely he had come
for no other reason, and the imperti
nent driver, had divfaed it in a mo
ment "I wonder," mused the young fel
low, "whether shell be waiting for
me or not- She probably thought
when I .didn't get here on the eight
o'clock that I wouldn't be down till
morning. But still, last time I missed
it she wss waiting for me on the ver
anda. O, I hope she'll be there to-.
night But no. she won't for I told
her not to expect me UU to-morrow
if I wasn't there at eight No, she's
probably in bed long ago, and I'U have
to fumble with that old latchkey for
an hour-or wake up the servant In
order-to get in. I wish I'd been more
patient and waited tin morning, be
cause she wouldn't sit up when I told
her not to but still she might"
During the remainder of the ride
young Harding revolved the possibili
ties of bis fiancee being on the porch
waiting for him, as she did that time
before. In the hope that she would
be there, he stopped the driver a block
from the house, Jumped out, paid his
fare, and walked the remainder of
"Goin" to surprise her, air ye?"
chuckled the driver, remembering how
he, too, had once gone courting with
an the enthusiasm and strategy of
Harding did not deign to reply, but
hurried on toward the house, walking
on the grass, that she might not hear
him coming if she were there.
Cautiously as a burglar he crept
around to the veranda. The night was
black; he could see nothing at first;
then slowly the outline of a hammock
became distinct to him. He crept
closer; bis heart gave a bound of Joy,
for there, there she was; he could
make out dimly the lines of her form,
her white dress showed plainly.
Harding's heart indulged in a series
of bounds aa he realized that she had
sat up, as before, for him. He-smiled
Joyfully as he thought of .surprising
She lay there quietly, and as yet
had not heard him. He was sure of
that for she had not moved, or po
sibly she knew he was there and was
pretending to be Ignorant of it that
his surprise might be the more com
plete. He thought for a moment and then
quietly set down his suitcase and
stealthily drew nearer and nearer un
til he almost touched her. He could
plainly hear her breathing and it was
evident to him that she was feigning
sleep, for she was making an effort to
breathe deeply and regularly, although
her breathing was uneven, irreguiar,
and showed excitement
He drew nearer and put his arm
around her; she did not move, but he
heard a sharp gasp.
Quickly he leaned over, Inclosed her
in his arms, and kissed her. She
struggled, and In a moment was free.
With a loud cry, she rushed for the
front door shouting, "Help! Help!
Burglars! Thieves! Help!"
' Harding Stood amazed; he could not
account for it she must know him
what could be the matter?
He rushed toward her, crying,
"Helen, it is I, it is I, it is I; It was a
surprise, don't you know me?"
AU the answer he received was a
new, more strident series of "Help!
Help! Thieves! Thieves!" as she
struggled vainly with the door.
A window above opened quickly and
a voice called, "Sarah, Sarah, what on
earth ,1s. the matter; what are you
A sadden thought flashed over
Harding as he heard "the voice in the
window above; that was her voice
and the other, she had called her
"Sarah, Sarah; who can she be?"
his mind repeated, and then suddenly
the answer cams:, "Why, she's the
With a dexterous swoop he secured
his' suit case and fled down the street,
the cries of "Help! Help!" becoming
ever fainter in the distance.
Harding had changed his -mind; It
would be better, after all, to arrive
on the morning train, and as he lay
in the dismal Uttle station that night
his coat wadded under his head for a
pUlow, he thought of that fool driver
and his meaningless queryi "Goin
to surprise her, sir ye?"
Yes, O, yes, Harding had surprised
Freaks of Nata.
M vn sVm
mm. tvu wh ,
said tie Bfflvflle brother; "she is an
the time cuttia of the most onezpect
ed capers. I remember when ol'Jmks
seen the Icicles haagln' on his peach
tress that cold spring we had how he
got madn' sold out t ar K. sad the
who bought him out that year
ftce on the deal; but he had tar
git the high. sherieT an' two deputies
, sjs.wJthkfasi to sjashsr theeresv ssr
r Jinks always stst him with a shot-
"There's a big difference in the way
men get along with each other and
women get along with .each other,"
said the observant waiter, "and no
body sees more of it than we do here.
You see, people get tired of the table
d'hote dinners with the pink ink, and
pretty soon they come in here to us.
Now, one of our portions is plenty for
two, so there are a great many of our
men customers who have been dining
here for years 'and spotting portions.
They get their dinner for just about'
half price in this way, besides having
the pleasure of each other's company;
but just let me. teU you how the
women manage that .One example
win be enough.'
"A Uttle black-eyed woman came
here several times atone. She ordered
several portions of things and left
half of each on her plate.
"She was pretty Uberal with her
tips and I hated to see what she paid
for going to waste Uke that ao I
said to her one' night as she wss leav
lag: "Why don't you bring a woman
friend with you and divide the por
tions? It would be much cheaper.'
"It's a good idea,' she said. 1 be
Ueve I will.'
"Sure enough, the very next night
in she came with a woman friend, a
tall, handsome woman who would
have made just about two of her. They
seated themselves and the taU woman
ordered cocktails. She told me exact
ly how she wanted them, never saying
a word to the Uttle woman about how
she wanted them. I looked at the lit
tle woman and she nodded to me in.
such a way as to lead me to believe
that the taU woman waa treating and
she must sit there and drink anything
she wanted to drink, whether she
liked it or not
"When they had finished with the
cocktails the big woman picked up the
card and said:
'.'That filet of sole Is nice here. We
must have some of that'
" 'Yes,' said the Uttle .woman, and
I brought the fish.
"Next the Uttle woman picked up
the card and said timidly:
" 'Here Is chicken. Don't you think
It might taste good? I am awfully
fond of chicken.'
"With that the big woman frowned
"'No. I had chicken last night
Waiter bring us some of this mutton.'
"The Uttle woman smiled at her
and said, 'I should think you'd be tired
of mutton just coming from England.
They made me eat so much of it over
there I almost began to bleat' but the
big woman just looked over her head
at somebody on the other side of the
room and said:
"'No. I never get tired of mutton.
I Uke it'
"The little woman left more than half
her mutton on her plate, and when
the big woman asked her what else
she'd have she said, 'Nothing, thank
"Then the big woman motioned me
to make out my bill, and I thought
of course, she wss going to pay it all,
because she had done all the ordering,
but no. The Uttle woman said:
" TU pay my half, according to our
agreement hut so long as you have
your pocketbook open, pay and well
divide up when we get home."
"Now, that would have been all
right if it had been two men, but sot
so with two women. The big woman
drew herself up till she might have
made three of the Uttle woman and
"No. Well pay right here!;
"The Uttle woman's cheeks got red
as fire, but she didn't say anything.
Instead, she took out her purse and a
roU of bills from it that was shout the
size of your fist and began to look for
a one dollar bin. It was two dollars
between them. I wish you could have
seen the tens and twenties she unroll
ed looking for that one dollar MIL I
believe she did it on purpose to para
lyze the big woman.
"The next night the Uttle woman
came back by herself.
" Tour friend didn't come with you
to-night' I said to her as I pushed her
chair to the table and brought her the
"No said she. It didn't work. I
shan't try It again, either. You have
to eat what you don't like sometimes
when you are married, bnt you dont
when you are not Did you see her
make me eat mutton"
From Prehistoric Days.
The burial place of an adult, prob
ably of the Stone Age, was excavated
In the Island of Tlree, one of the He
brides. The body had been placed in
the smallest possible compass on its
right side, with knees drawn up to
the chin, but rather breast downwards.
The relics around and upon the skele
ton are la harmony with the theory,
deducible from the position In which
the body had been placed, that the
burial belongs to a very early period.
The condition of the bones and the
relics is so good that they could be
readily set up in a museum in the
original position. Discoveries have
also been made recently In the Island
of Coll. An Important Ind was that
of a set of 30 small, ftnely-made flint
implements, probably of the Bronse
age. The objects include one of the
most beautifully-made flint arrow
points, of a type more common in Ire
land than Scotland.
Sentiment in a Pawnshop.
A watch had just passed from the
hands of a seedy young man into those
of a pawnbroker. Before the young
man got out of the shop the broker
called him back. "Here's a picture
a woman's picture in the back of this
watch," he said. "You'd better take It
out" The young man blushed. "It
isn't worth while," he said, TU re
deem the thlag In a week or two."
"Maybe you will and maybe yea
wont", retorted the Broker. "Yes
never can tell about these things. I
may not he strong oa sentiment, hat
one thing I insist on Is that no. man
shaU leave a woman's' picture in a
watch that as pawns here."
We have nothing to offer that is priced at
half its value. Nothing in fact that is not
folly worth oar charges. Bnt as for good
1 suits and good overcoats, right in cat and
fine finish, we think ours the very best
In Underwear no house
shows any better lines, such
as the celebrated Staley
and the Superior Union
It was noon. The dark, gray-walls
of the old penitentiary we're baking in
the rays ofthe burning sun, which
fell like searchlights through the lit
tle windows into .the narrow cells J
The inside walls, like the outside
ones, were cheerless and gray, with
nothing to relieve the monotony of
their blinds but printed copies of the
prison regulations, which consisted
only of the things prisoners were not
allowed to da t
The work went slowly and the long
ing for the outside world, the blue sky
and the green fields grew In the hearts
of many of the hapless beings behind
lock and bars. Nobody felt less like
working than the giant prisoner in
the second tier of cells, who was feared
of the wardens and his fellow prison
ers because of his enormous strength
and violent temper. Just now he was
trying to make a basket but time and
again his hands dropped down Into
his lap and he listened to the regular
knockings on the water pipes, which.
like the wireless telegraphy, carried
messages from-cell to cell.
A smile spread over the face of the
giant when, he succeeded in putting
the letters together to words and the
words to sentences. ' Suddenly the
smile disappeared and in its place!
came a hard almost ferocious expres
sion. Steps were heard outside in the
halt It was the turnkey. The con
vict saw him. so to speak, with his
ears, coming down the long hall, broad
shouldered, well nourished and self
satisfied, carrying his bunch of keys
in his hand.
What could he want here at this
time of the day, when it was the
rule never to disturb the convicts?
The giant was literally foaming with
fury. Was he to be punished once
more for some petty violation of the
rules? The keepers always knew how
to find fault in those they did not
like. Nearer and nearer came the
steps, and now they stopped outside
the door. A thought shot like light
ning through the convict's brain. The
turnkey was alone, undoubtedly there
was not even a guard in the hall dur
ing the quiet noon hour. Behind the
loose brick In the wall was a sharp
piece of Iron, which he had sharpened
during the long months he had been
confined to the cell.
Outside the sun was shining, the
birds were singing and the woods
were green. A key turned in the door.
The turnkey came in, but in the same
moment he fell to the ground as If
struck down by lightning. With ter
rible force the giant had buried the
sharp instrument in his temple.
The convict did not even look at
victim. With staring eyes he sneaked
down the halt Every moment he stop
ped, listened and looked around.
He felt nothing but a great Joy at
the success of his deed. Now th6
road to freedom was open, the prison
door was open, there was no guard
The giant had now reached the
yard. It was as if heaven Itself had
decided that he should be a free man.
Near the wall stood a chopping block
and a ladder. He placed the ladder
on top of the block, vaulted over the
wall and let himself fall down on the
For a moment he laid there abso
lutely quiet without moving hand or.
foot Had he broken a limb In the
No; he felt plainly that he was un
hurt, and he had only one thought
to get away.
He Jumped to his feet and ran as
fast as his trembttag legs would carry
him across lelds, over hedges sad
fences, until he reached the woods.
Completely tired oat; he threw him
self down la the grass under a shady
beech tree, sad, half asleep, looked
through the grass foUsge at the blue
$7.50 to $25
$7.50 to $25
A sinner to whom the gates of
heaven had opened could feel no hap
pier than he did.
But only a short Jnour wss given
him to enjoy his liberty.
Suddenly he heard a noise' of many
voices, footsteps and excited signals.
He Jumped to his feet picked up a
heavy branch lying close to him in
the grass, and, brandishing it around
his head, he disappeared as a deer
in the woods.
Too many men were following him.
however. Five minutes later the
giant lay bound and gagged oa the
ground, with a rifle bullet In one leg
He was carried back to the peal-'
tentiary in triumph.
The inspector stood In his ofltee be
hind the rail and looked at aim
The convict, who-was now chained
hand and foot, cast down his eyes and
seemed absolutely broken. He mum
bled something to himself, which
sounded like an excuse. "Why did he
A shadow of sincere sorrow came
into the inspector's face as he an
swered in an almost inaudible voice:
"I sent him to bring you here that 1
might inform you that you had beea
Then the murderer was led back to
his cell. Philadelphia Bulletin.
THINKS WHILE HE WORKS. 1
One Man Who Saves Money for the
There once was a man who did not '
do things. He was running a certain
section of a certain large firm's busi
ness, and people began to talk of him.
"What's the matter with that fel-
low?" said they. "Do you notice how
he does nothing? Ail he does all day
fs nothing, or, not much, at all.
events. How does he manage to bang
The other fellow made reply to the
affect that "He does not hang on.
He's anchored here. If he wasn't he'd
be let out But hell never get any
further up. Watch him."
And everybody watched.
One day this certain firm happened
to have a certain something oa its'
hands that stirred everybody up. It
was a big contract and there was
something wrong with the wording, so
the firm had to win a big law-suit or
lose a lot of money. And ail the peo
nle In the firm, everybody who did
things, began to run around and say:
"What are we going to do? What are
we going to do?"
And the man who did not do taiugs
sat at his desk and smoked.
Finally everybody had turned ia
their suggestions and the firm was go
ing to begin to fight the case, for none
of the suggestions suggested anything
3lse. And then the man who did not
do things spoke.
"Suppose I go over and' see the
other firm and try to frame up a com
promise," said he. "WeU both lose
money if it goes Into the courts.
They'll lose; we'll lose. 8uppose we
3ee if we can't make them see it la
the same light"
The head of the f rat threw up his
bands and collapsed. ,
"Good heavens." he gasped, "why
didn't somebody think of that before?"
And the man who did things made
reply: "We've been too busy plan
ning the fight to have time to think
And the head turned to the eae
man and said: "How in the name of
all that Is profitable did you happen to '
have such sa Inspiration?"
And the man laughed.
"That's no Inspiration: he said;
"that's common sense. I simply have
sat hack here not doing
thinking. Aad I know we can
And they did.
Moral: Don't do
time. Think a Uttle.'
de yea think of this
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set yea, we drai
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