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“Your friendship is very dear to me, my
As he folded the note with stern features little girl."
a light step crossed the threshold, and Liz“ I'm not a little girl. I was 18 last zie's arms were around his neck, the confi. week."
dential clerk standing at the door with a “Pardon me, young lady, but can you face where pride and indomitable resolutell me something of the hall-what sort of tion struggled for the mastery. place it is?”
Papa, forgive us!” Oh, it is a grand old place, with great “I'll see you hanged first!” roared the stone porticoes, and marble mantels carved old gentleman. Begone, both of you! to represent gods and goddesses, and the Beg, starve, but never come to me for ceiling all frescoed in blue and gold sun- assistance! sets, and a big conservatory, with blue pas- "Oh, papa,” pleaded Lizzie, “I want to sion flowers, flaming cactuses and orange explain. trees with real oranges on them. Oh, it's # I won't hear you." so nice, so nice!”
“Be it so," said the clerk.
"Come, my Lizzie, Lizzie, you are talking far more little wife; we have each other left, you than is necessary. Go to your French im- know," ard they went from the house. mediately."
Blanche, surrounded by an atmosphere And as the abashed damsel obeyed, he of lavender and eau de cologne, was just heard Blanche say:
coming out of the hysterics into which Liz“Dignity on the family! Nothing but a zie's unprecedented conduct had thrown confidential clerk."
her when there came a ring at the bell, And Lizzie exclaimed:
and a gentleman bearing a foreign-looking “I don't care. I like him."
carpet-bag was ushered in. A month had passed by. Mr. Hartley "Is this Mr. Ray?" had exchanged his close apartments over The judge bowed, hardly knowing the kitchen for more commodious ones at whether to embrace him as Herbert St. the village inn. Thence he calmly super- Leon or to repulse him as an emissary intended the projected improvements at from the confidential clerk. the hall, and all the gossip exchanged be- “Ah, so I concluded. Is Mr. St. Leon tween himself and Lizzie was in the course here?" of her rambles through the St. Leon woods, “Mr. St. Leon, sir, is in Paranham, and if the family had only known how Brazil." often these rambles were taken, their aris- “I think you are mistaken, sir, as I have tocratic tendencies would have been tear- been informed he is at this moment in his fully shocked.
native village." And now Mr. Hartley sat in the same “Herbert St. Leon at home and not sent little parlor where Lizzie had first vowed word to me, his agent? I must go the hall to be his friend and awaited the appear
iminediately." ance of the judge.
Blanche arose from the sofa, shaking the He came at last.
bright drops of cologne from her curls. “ You wished to see me, Mr. Hartley?" “You will be sure and bring him home to
“Yes, sir. I came to ask you for the hand dinner, papa, won't you?” of your daughter, your little Lizzie. I “I'll try, Blanche; l'll try." love her more than my life, Judge Ray." “Oh, papa, you are trying to draw on
“ You cannot have her! No, sir! I look your boots over your slippers!” for something higher for my daughter than “So I am, but this little affair has so a confidential clerk. If that is all, I bid upset me.” He was up and away. you good evening.'
The lights glimmered brightly from the Next night the judge rode slowly home Gothic windows of the hall and winked to dinner, feeling a presentiment of evil. defiance at the blustering storm without as
“Where is Lizzie?” he inquired of the judge rang the bell at the great front Blanche, as he entered the cozy dining-room. door.
“In her room, I suppose, mourning after “Mr. St. Leon-has he arrived?" her dear clerk."
The servant bowed and ushered him into “Well, call her to dinner, child."
a room whose superbly arranged furniture Blanche went, but returned immediately, struck Mr. Ray with an indefinite idea of with a pale, frightened face.
luxury. “She is not there, papa, but this note Lizzie was standing by a tall alabaster lay on her table.”
vase that stood in the bay window, arrangThe judge broke the seal and read, with ing the tropic vines that curled around its a face that had grown suddenly pale: standard, and the light from the colored
"By the time that you read these words, lamps shone down on the curly head so dearest papa, your little Lizzie will be an- dear to the judge's heart. The confidenother's. I shall be married to Mr. Hartley. tial clerk stood near. I hope it is not wrong, for indeed I do love “I wish to see your master, young him very much.”
“I am at your service, sir."
"You are! Who the mischief cares whether you are or not? I wish to see Mr. St. Leon." “ Herbert St. Leon is my name,
sir." “You? Why, I thought you were the confidential clerk."
“I never told you I was. You took that for granted. As the confidential clerk I wooed and won your daughter. As Herbert St. Leon I could have gained no greater treasure."
“It's all a mistake from beginning to end. Son-in-law, you're a trump. Come
frontier post. Word had come in that Willie Pray, a sheep herder on Turkey Creek, had been found in his cabin with a gaping knife wound in his breast, and a Mexican woman, whom he had recently engaged to go out to take charge of the domestic arrangements at his ranch, was also discovered with her throat cut.
Whatever was the cause of the double murder was only a matter of surmise, but surmise is generally enough for Judge Lynch. He doesn't waste much time upon quibbles. The matter was argued out in
C., H. & D. RY. YARD CREW.-With Bro. John Glynn, a member of Div. 358, Engineer. Photograph
by 0. C. Pease, Dayton, O. here, Lizzie, and kiss your old father.”- “Anybody seen any Indians about?" New York Times.
came from a young soldier who stood in a group near Bill Chunk's store.
“'Taint no Injuns!” came from a longDrawn to His Doom.
haired hunter, who was seated on a stump
mending the cinch of his saddle with buckThere was unusual excitement at Fort skin thongs. Clark. Cattlemen, cowboys, horse ranch- “Why, Uncle Bill?” came from several ers, teamsters, soldiers, -all moved around voices. in an uneasy, excited way, and threats of “Injuns don't knife unless it's for hair. violence against some unknown person 'Sides that, ef they'd bin around I reckon came fast and furious.
that thar jacal'd bin a blazin'. How did Fort Clark is a frontier post in south- this yer news come, anyhow?" western Texas. It was not of so much im- No one seemed to know. The report portance as a town in '69 as it now is, but just appeared to spring up without there civilization not having crept so close over being any responsible author for it. iron rails, it was of more importance as a “Here comes Jake Breen,” said one of the group; "he seems to know as much a lawyer,“ 'pears like you'd best go along about it as anybody.”
an’ see that the Mex don't escape from the When Jake came up, he said he did not hands o' jestice,'' and a sly twinkle came know any more than the rest.
into his eye, as he added: "Seems like a “You see, Pray took a greaser woman mighty desprit feller, the way he drives out there to look after his ranch. Most them sheep, an' Jake an' the other fellers Mexican women have lovers of their own mebbe couldn't handle him right alone. color. Everybody knows Mexicans are I'll take keer o' this cavyard. jealous and revengeful. They mostly use So the young lawyer and five others fola knife, while a white man uses a shooting lowed Jake Breen in a dash over the praiiron. The report says that both were rie to capture the Mexican, while the rest killed with a knife, which shows that it of the cavalcade rode on to the ranch. was done by a Mexican who was jealous of Pray's jacal, or hut, was a rude affair, Pray, and the only Mexican we know of constructed, as many of them are in that about the place is the herder he had look- country, by planting live oak pickets, ten ing after his sheep.
feet long, in an upright position, side by "Then, what's the use waiting around side, to form the walls, and making a roof here? The greaser ain't going to come up of prairie grass thatch. The cracks were here and ask us to hang him. He may be stopped with mud, and there was no openaround the ranch yet, if he ain't skipped ing except the door, which furnished all to Mexico. We've got to hang a greaser the light and ventilation needed, besides mighty quick, if we want to do justice in that which came in through the numerous this matter," said Jake, and the most of crevices in the rude structure. It was situthose there assembled appeared to agree ated in a grove of trees on the banks of the with him.
creek. “I reckon we'd better go an' see ef “Well, I'll be derned!” exclaimed the they're dead afore we hang anybody. old man, as his eyes became accustomed to We'd best go to the ranch an' take a look the dim light in the cabin; "ef it hain't at the late lamented afore we undertake to so, fer a fact.” do anything else. We can take a judge And then the others crowded up to look along for convenience in case we need in and see what Uncle Bill had seen; the him. I'm goin' to the ranch,” and Uncle body of the woman on the floor, near the Bill picked up a saddle that lay on the rear of the room, with her throat cut, and ground near him and started for a pony the body of Willie Pray near the door, staked out on the prairie a hundred yards lying in a pool of blood, which had evioff.
dently flowed from a wound in his side. This move of Uncle Bill's appeared to “Don't crowd that thar door, men, I meet with favor in the crowd, and by the want ter see,” said the old man, as he time he was on his pony and started toward caught hold of Pray's hand. That gal's Turkey Creek he had a party of twenty- gone, but this here boy seems ter be kinder five at his back, among whom was Jake warm yit. Give a hand, a couple o' you Breen.
'uns, an' let's see w'at a leetle fresh air It was not a long ride to Pray's ranch, 'll do." and the ponies went on a trot. The way They took bim up gently and bore him led principally over a rolling prairie, with to a grassy place in the shade of some an occasional motte of live oak, or a chap- trees. Here they lay him tenderly down arral thicket to relieve the monotony. upon a bed of blankets, and after moisten
When they had come within a mile of ing the lips with liquor they began examthe ranch someone in the cavalcade called ining the wound. out that there was a herd of sheep off to They had just reached this stage of the the northward. The company halted and proceedings when there was a diversion. looked in the direction, and, sure enough, Ît came from the party who had gone off on the other side of a slight depression in to capture the Mexican. They rode along, the prairie was a herd of sheep quietly the unfortunate greaser being tied to a grazing, but evidently making their way lariat attached to the saddle bow of one of slowly in the direction of Pray's ranch, as
He was running along, uttering a man was apparently urging them on, protestations, his face actually pale with while a dog was keeping them from strag- terror. gling.
“ No, sabe, senors; no entender, Senor "That's Pray's greaser now,” said Breen; Caballeros." “I know him by his having that dog with “Here he is!” called Jake Breen, as the him. We'd better get him while we have company came to a halt and dismounted. a chance," and he turned his pony's head “We've got the scoundrel." in that direction.
And then they all crowded up to where “Say, squire,” said Uncle Bill, turning the wounded and apparently dead man lay to a bright, intelligent-looking young man upon the blankets. As the last party came riding near him, who got his title by up they approached the feet of the wounded
“Well, then, ez everything has passed off so pleasant-like, and the doctor thinks the boy kin be moved, I reckon we mought jest ez well go back to Clark."—New York Sunday Mercury.
He Never Spoke Again.
The following story is told of a ventriloquist, now famous, but at the time of this happening so hard up he used to walk between the cities where he was to appear. On one of these tours he came to Philadelphia on foot, and on the road he picked up a miserable little dog, “because it looked
man. The sheriff led the Mexican up, the others making room for them.
"Stand back, men, an' let us have air. This yer corpse seems ter be revivin' some;" and Uncle Bill put his arm under Pray's shoulders to raise them up.
And just then a strange thing happened. The wounded man opened his eyes and stared around in a dazed sort of way. Then fixing his gaze straight before him and raising himself up with his arm outstretched, pointing his finger toward the trembling Mexican, he said, in an almost indistinct, hesitating whisper:
“You-you-killed-her," and then he seemed to gasp for breath, but he made another effort, and added: “Jake Breen," and then would have dropped from exhaustion if the strong arm of Uncle Bill had not been at hand to ease him gently down.
When the name was mentioned it astonished the men as much as if they had heard thunder from a clear sky. Those who were close enough to hear the whisper were so astonished for a moment that they could not grasp the situation. There were two men who did, however, understand what it meant, and when the one, Uncle Bill, looked up to speak, the other, Jake Breen, had allowed himself to be crowded out of the circle and was already on his horse.
It only took a few moments to have a dozen riders following on the trail, headed by the lawyer on Jake Breen's horse.
“Say, you 'uns!” called Uncle Bill to those who had not yet started, " 'tain't no use fer us to jine in thet thar chase. One had better ride down to Uvalde an' tell the folks, an' one had better go to Clark for a doctor from the post an'an ambulance. The rest can stay here till mornin' an' hear from the other fellers. Thet sun ain't a half hour high, an' w'en she drops yer know hit ends the chase, unless they're mighty clost on ter him, ez thar ain't no
What the old man meant was that there could be no chase after sunset. There is no twilight in Texas, and when the sun sets one passes directly from daylight to dark. One might make his way by starlight, but he couldn't follow a trail in the shadows.
The sun rose next morning in a clear sky, and soon afterward the pursuing party were up to the ranch.
"Did you git yer hoss, Squire?” inquired Uncle Bill.
No; we just left him there among the trees."
so much like he felt.” The story will explain what became of the dog.
The first house he came to was a saloon, and, of course, he wanted a drink. He had no money, but went in anyhow to see what he could do. The proprietor, a German, said:
“Well, what will you have ?"
He said: “I'll take a little whisky," and then turning to the dog, he asked:
“What will you have?”
The German was so surprised he almost folk, who make it their business. The fees fainted. He looked at the dog a moment for taking in the “innocents,” as the paand then asked:
tients are called, vary from sixty to six “What did you say?"
hundred dollars a year, according to the The dog replied:
manner in which the patients or their “I said a ham sandwich."
friends wish that they should be looked Hans thought it wonderful that a dog after. should be able to talk, and asked wbo had No matter how much he pays, however, trained him, how long it had taken, etc., the boarder is always the spoiled member and wound up with:
of the family, for it is a well-known fact “How much you take for him?"
that the people of Gheel understand the “Oh," said Mr. Ventriloquist, “I management of the insane better than any wouldn't sell him at any price, but I am other community or institution. The paa little hard up now, and if you will lend tient always has the armchair and the best me $50 I'll leave him with you till I bring seat at table, and enjoys every possible back the money."
attention, with the result that he learns to “All right," said Hans. “I just want value the esteem in which he is held-to him for a little while, so I can show him such an extent that he makes the greatest to some smart people I know around efforts to master his weakness lest he should
forfeit his cherished privileges. The chilSo everything was settled and the money dren of the community seem wiser and to paid, etc., and as the ventriloquist went have older heads than ordinary youngsters, out, be turned and waved his hand to the and this comes from their contact with and said:
their elders in years, who, unfortunately, "Well, good-by, Jack. I'll come back are little older in intellect. Dozens of soon.
little ones may be seen walking hand in When he made the dog say:
hand with great, robust men, to whom “You mean son of a gun, to sell me for they chatter in the most familiar manner. $50 after all I've done for you! So help Often the boarder is told to watch the me Moses, I'll never speak another word baby of the household, and in most cases as long as I live!”
makes a devoted guardian. And he didn't.
Naturally Gheel surpasses London, Paris, Berlin, or Rome as a residence for em
perors, kings, queens, millionaires, popes, A Strange Community.
archbishops, and pashas, all of whom are
fully humored in their fancies. One It may be doubted whether the town of "king" informs all newcomers that he Gheel, in Belgium, has often been heard has two left legs, and is obliged to have bis of outside the borders of that thriving and boots and trousers made accordingly.. Aninteresting little country, and, even if the other old gentleman, who thinks himself name be known, its character is most prob- the Pope of Rome, says he is perfectly able ably ignored. Since the seventh century to fly to heaven, but that for the time Gheel and its surroundings have been in-being he is too corpulent. His landlord habited by a great number of idiots and humors him to the extent of offering to lunatics, who at first sought a cure here assist him in making a start from the from the shrine of St. Dymphnea and later window sill, but warns
him that he might from the peculiar and often advantageous fall and break his neck, so the “pope" treatment they underwent in the houses of until now has thought it wise to put off the the citizens and farmers. The town and experiment, and says each day that he system finally came under government “ will wait until after tea." One of the control. It has about twenty thousand in- strange inhabitants of Gheel is always on habitants who care for the harmless fools the lookout to borrow a hatchet, because and lunatics who dwell in harmony, stroll he says he has suddenly grown so stout about the streets, take their noonday re- that he must chop a way through the freshment at the cafes, and go about their doorway, which is too narrow to allow him daily routine with more common sense than many worthy citizens who are healthy in No visitor to Gheel need be surprised if mind as well as in body, if a writer in the he be accosted by an “innocent" in the . New York Tribune may be depended upon. street, who, with tears in his eyes, will ask
Situated about twenty-seven miles from him for protection against some horrible the great commercial center of Antwerp, butterfly or bird about to attack him and it shelters fifteen hundred fools who are eat out his brains, or by another fancying taken as lodgers by the townsfolk, all dan- himself a seed, and asking to be put in the gerous or violent cases being passed on to pocket that the wind may not blow him outlying villages. The treatment of the
away. patients is a moral one, cures being due to At the ions the landlords show the kindness and tact on the part of the towns- greatest politeness and consideration