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«v-i.^<J"--'v';; --:;, ^r 1 —c-S^-"-^ "J-« r*r—,i£---^>. Tr %-~r-' v*--laaa ' CH A.PTERS 1.—At the beginning of tbo civil wur Valenti'ie Weidou was euspHCted of the murder of His brother Frederick, who had disappeared, or. Bianohard married tbeir sister. He became a widower, and years after the supposed murder went west with Ills children. HoffH.d. Allco and Clara-Captain Brandon co-ducted the train when it reached the far west. Two bad characters. Henry Ky e and front Robb. joined them 11-Henry fvyle soon leaves the train and vi&lie her father and sister Mora, who attempt to tura him from his eviJ life. Ill—Two lawyers named Blia* corce to the wfst from Virginia to attempt to force too Blanch \rds to reimquli-h the Weidon estate. rt>e Bli«geBally themselves with oae Biuton end his gr»Dk'. who are ready for any villainy 1 V-Louis Kyle, Henry Kyle 8 >Jr°t h «r warns Captain Brandon airainst Bouton a »nr V.-Tho Olisses accuse l>r. Blancard of having murdered his wife. Vf-LomB Kyle enlists a fljrhtlng hermit called the Prophet fn behalf of the Blnnohards against Bjuton. ^ 11•-P*« h deserts ihe Blanchard ana goes to Beuton. Captain Brandon encounters Henry *y |e . a«htshlinand leaves him for dead »ly- Valentlne Kyle confesses that ha is ^ alentlne Weidon and that h» killed his brother Frederick unintentionally. CHAPTER'IX. Bouton expressed no horror -when Black Eagle told him that Henry Kyle •was dying. He had no love for the young man. He feared his popularity with the gang, and, like greater rulers, he wanted no rivals near his throne. "Go up with Black Eagle and see What's wrong. I don't think Hank is the man to let any one get away with him." Captain Brandon, immediately after his encounter with Henry Kyle, swam across the Blue Water, intending to go down on the opposite side and recross •when abreast his camp. He reached the shore without much trouble, though the •water was very cold and the current swift. As there was no light in his own camp and the river was quite wide he could only guess at its location when he started to* swim back He reached the shore, and, rising to his feet, was about to walk to the corral, when a chorus of savage yells that rooted him to the spot rang out and echoed among the rocks. "Surrender; surrender, or we'll open fire!" shouted Boutou'from the center of the stockade. "Hold! Hold! We surrender!" called Out the men under Howard Blanchard. A dozen torches were lit inside the corral, and revealed Boutou and his gang in full possession of the central stockade, in which were the women and children, and where the captain had counted on making his last stand. "Fly, Howard! Fly!" shouted Alice from the stockade. The captain saw a man leaping over the wall and heard the crack of a dozen rifles. "That is Howard Blanchard, and they are following him,'' said the captain aloud. Then 1 he shouted: "This way, Howard! This way!" ' Howard Blanchard recognized the Yoice of his friend, and ran toward him. He would certainly have been overtaken by his pursuers had not the captain raised his rifle and brought the foremost to the ground. "Come, Howard!" cried the captain, seizing the young man's arm. "Keep beside me.'' And together they vanished in the darkness. So thoroughly had Patch's plan work ed that the immigrant camp was taken without the firing of a shot, and a cheer announced the j.'act to the men under Font Robb. "Light fires about the corral!" shouted Bonton. The fires were lit and the glare added to the alarm of the children, who, with frightened cries, were clinging to their equally alarmed mothers. Approaching the place where Alice Blanchard and her sister were trying tc He brought the foremost to the ground. allay the fears of their friends, Bonton raised his hat, and, -with a bow intended to be very gallant, said: "Don't feel scared, ladies. I'm a gen- tlemau, and I promise that no harm shall come to you." Bouton heard a deep bass voice behind him, and trembled, and the next instant the Prophet towered up before him. " Whtit did you -want \rith me?" said the Prophet, and he threv his long rifle Into the hollow of his left arm, and, with hisTighe hand grasping the lock, he looked with mingled fierceness and contempt at the outlaw leader. "I want to tell you," said Bouton, who did not want to lose his character for firmness in the eyes of the men crowding around, ' 'that it will be safer tor you to leaye this camp and to remain away." "Safer?" repeated the Prophet "Yes, that is what I said." "1 have never considered my own •afety in coming or going through these hills. I have never thought of danger <rom man when I felt that I was mg tie behe'sts or the great Jehovan. Didst think that I dreaded thee or thy bandits? Why should I flee, I, who never feared the face of mortal man?" Bonton waved his hand and half turned on his heeL "I shall go,'' said the Prophet solemnly. "I can be of no use at present to the oppressed. I shall go, Bouton, but I will return, and when I come within reach of your people's fire you will be within the reach of this." He patted the long weapon resting in the hollow of his ana and continued, "For every indignity you offer to the people now in thy power a life, will be taken." The Prophet stepped back, and kept stepping back until ho was over the corral wall and lost in the darkness. "Let him go," said Bouton, with a laugh. ' 'Let him. go and rave to the I rocks and trees, as is his habit. But I j command you, men, if ho ever comes within reach again shoot him down as you would a wolf." Boutou went back to Alice Blanchard, and again his hat was in his hand. "Xell the ladies not to fear," he said. "Have them put their children to sleep again. We are not the monstere we have been painted, as I hope to prove to you"— "If you ar« what you claim,"she asked, ''why have you made war on in- noceut and inoffensive people?" "I have not made war." "What do you call your conduct, then?" "I am acting in the interest of law." "Of law?" And tho shadow of a sneer gathered about the beautiful lips. "Yes. There are men here who have a warrant for .the arrest of Dr. Blanchard and his son," "I have seen tho men. Their name is Bliss?" "Yes," "And you believe them?" "I cannot help believing them. I have seen the papers, and they have paid me for my sen-ices.'' "But are yon authorized bylaw to aid these wretches?'' "There is no law in this land," replied Bouton, "but that which each man can enforce with his strong right arm." "Then yon confess that you have no right to do this thing?" "A right? Why, Miss Blanchard, might is right here, aud I reckon you'll find it pretty rauch so the world over. •If your father and brother are innocent, they can prove it when' they return to West Virginia.'' "Then we return together as we came,'' said Alice. "I beg your pardon, but it has been decided not to subject yourself and your sister to the trials and inconveniences of a return. You remain in our charge for the present." Without waiting to hear her comment on this, Bouton. turned and walked hurriedly away. As he neared the fire he saw the men under Font Eobb crowding around a prostrate form. He knew that the man on the ground was Henry Kyle, and in his heart he hoped he might find him dead. In this hope he was disappointed. Skilled in. the rude remedies of that hind, Font Bobb had assured himself before carrying the wounded man back that no bones were broken and that he still breathed. When Bobb got him back to camp, he discovered a gash on his head and saw that he was suffering from a shook that would have knocked the breath forever out of a man of ordinary vitality. He bathed the wound and bound up the head, which, in addition to forcing water into the unconscious man's mouth, had the effect of bringing him back to reason. Kyle had opened his eyes and was looking around him in a dazed way when Bouton forced his way through the crowd and stood before him. "Hello, Hank! Who did this?" asked Bouton. "I don't know," replied Henry Kyle, and he raised his hand to his forehead and shut his eyes the better to collect his wandering senses. "You don't know? Well, if any one was to treat me in that way, I'd be apt to know who it was and to remember him till the day I died.'' "It was Captain Brandon," said Black Eagle. "Hah! This is a case where the hunter was hunted,'' laughed Beuton. ' ; But never mind, Hank; better luck nest time. You have failed, but I have won.'' "And the young ladies, the Blanchards?" asked Hairy eagerly. "Oh, they are safe and sound. You don't suppose I'd let harm come to those lovely creatures? Kb, no, they are reposing peaceably within the stockade." "And the brother—Howard?" "He escaped, I believe," said Bouton. After the women had ceased their wailing and the children their sobbing Tom Bliss and his brother Sim drew apart and congratulated themselves on the success of their mission. They had now no doubt of being able to get rid of Dr. Blanchard. Howard they regarded as already dead, and they imagined themselves the guardians of the beautiful sisters—the heirs of the Weidon estate in Virginia. But their conversation was interrupted by Bouton, whom they did not dream to be within hearing. But he suddenly appeared and said: "Of course yon are shrewd as your father, who has charge of the Weidon estate on the Great Kanawha," just as if he were talking about a subject in which he was but little .interested. ' Tom Bliss straightened up on £tearrr% this and looked into Bouton's mocking black eyes until his own fell under their unflincbtug gaze. In that brief time he saw this man had discovered his secret, no doubt from hearing conversations between himself and Sim, for which he mentally tfien and there cursed himself and his brother. But from what Bouton said he inferred that he knew more than he could have overheard, aud he determined TO draw him out. To do this he knew that genuine candor was necessary, for he could not deceive.- a, man as well' vfiscd in all the tricks of villainy as himself. Tom had inherited quickness of thought and shrewdness from three generations of backwoods lawyers, to whom the term "shyster," though deserved, hud not yet b?c-u applied. He had underrated the ability <:f Bouton, as all raeii underestimate the ability of their tools, and now that the reaction had set in he was inclined, as K the rule, to go to the other extreme inid give him credit for powers which ho did not possess. "Bouton, I'll be frank with you," he said. "Hike that." ' 'And I want you to be frank with me." "You can count on thai;." Shielding himself and bis father and coloring all the facts in his own favor, Tom Bliss told the story of the Weldons, and represented with considerable accuracy the condition and value of the estate of John Weidon, with the terms of his ridiculous will. He did not say that Dr. Blanchard or his children could contest the will, but he gave Bouton to understand that if the doctor and his son were out of the way that all would be "plain sailing." "I see," said Bouton. "If the doctor and his son were out of the way, then you think you and your father would be safe, particularly if you and your brothers married the doctor's daughters, eh?" '' 2s o, not that; there are other heirs.'' "In West Virginia?" "Yes." "And they, you think, are the only heirs in your way?'' "The only ones." "Tom Bliss, you may be a good lawyer and as prime a rascal as myself, but you are mistaken about the heirs." "How do you know that? What can you know about it?" asked the amazed Tom Bliss. "When we began to speak just now, I didn't think I knew anything, but since I have heard yon I find I know more than you do, a great deal more than you do.'' "Then I hope you will be equally candid and tell me all about it,'' said Tom Bliss, who still believed that Bouton was joking him. "See here, Tom Bliss, how old do I look to be?" Bouton straightened himself up and turned his face to the lawyer. "About 30, I should say," replied Tom Bliss after a judicial survey, "Many thanks for the compliment to my youthful appearance. It is the compensation for nay moderate life. I am now in my thirty-ninth year, and, like every man, I am just as old as I look and feel, and I never felt better in my life." "But what has your age to do with this question?" "More than you think, Tom. Eighteen years ago I was a grown man.'' "Twenty-one years of age!" "Yes, and for four years I had been guiding parties from Council Bluffs west to the mountains." "Indeed." "Yes, indeed. And let me say, Tom, that I guided many curious parties. I've known men to leave Council Bluffs with one name and to have another when they got to the mountains, and I've known men to start out with high hopes and to die before they saw the mountains"— "Yes." "Yes, Tom, just as sure as you're sitting there beside me. Oh, I've had lots and lots of experience with peoplf from the states, but I never met such a carious outfit as the Weldons." "The Weldons!" exclaimed Tom Bliss. ' : Yes. Valentine Weidon and his wife and two sons, with signs of anoihei child. I didn't guide them to the mountains, but I was with the man tha; did." "To what mountains?" "I won't say. I dare not say. Bw I'll tell you this: I know where Valentine Weidon and his family are.'' "You do?" "I do." "And have they changed their name?"' "Yes." "What name have they now?" "That I can't tell." "Why not?" "Because I haven't got, so—low r.s tc violate an oath. I see you are surprise 0 at my knowledge.'' "I am amazed," "I could amaze you still more if 1 wanted to." And Bouton threw back h:- head and shook with dumb laughter. "But," said Tom Bliss, "Valentin.- Weidon is a murderer, and he dare nc. make himself known—not if he vr:- heir to a kingdom." "Perhaps not, but the sins of tho father, if I know anything about it. "• no bar to the children. What's yet: Opinion?" "I—I think you're right," stamnierec Tom Bliss. And now kbs jaunty niaiui'-; had vanished, and there were dirk ring- under his eyes. "Oh, it's very funny how thii:gs df happen in this world. I of ten think thr. fate is against me, and just as I £r about to give up fortune gives hr wheel a whirl, and all is dazzling s"< bright. She never gave it such a whir. as this." "So?" "Jfever, Tom, for I now see that • can possess that estate just as easy r. you can—easier indeed, for I have tb whole gasae in my own hands. J ' "I don'i understand you," gaspe" •• And I'don:t intend that you shall Look at me, Tom, and tell me if you think I'm a cursed fooL " Tom did look at him and said: ' '2fo, Bouton; you have lots of sense.'' "Yes, Tom, lots and dead loads of horse sense, but I ain't much on the fancy kind. You could give me points and beat me out and out on book learning, lu a city I'd need a guide, Justus citv men do in the mountains, but I'm in "the mountains now. I'm at home. And I'm going to pan. nut this find just so long as there is a show of color in the gravel I must have an equal share of the plunder. I'll let you have charge of "I can possess that estate just as cattily an you can." the girls. I can make my market in another place." "Again I don't understand you," Put the contract into writing and make me an eqtial partner; then we'll talk. When I find that you are doing the square thing by me, I'll come right out and tell you the truth—that is, I'll tell you all I know, and I know things that'll make you heed them when you hear them. What do you say?" "What can I do but agree?" "You'll take me in on the ground floor?" "Yes." "Well, Tom, here's my hand. Now let us get back and have some breakfast. Business is crowding upon me, but I like it. After years of trying I see my way to wealth, and I feel that fortune is again with me." [CONTINUED.] AMATEUR CONJURING. HOT to Be a. Herrmann With a Littl« Practice, If all that a professor of magic says is true- anybody with a little practice may become a rival to the great .Herrmann. All one needs are & few implements sold by the professor, a few lessons at $1 a lesson, and practice—the last costs you oothing but time. Here > 'j_QDe_ol_thejricks that he calls easy. It's to make a coin pass through a wand, through a pack of cards and drop into a glass on which the cards are resting. The professor placed his glass on the table, rested the cards over the glass and stood his wand perpendicularly on the cards. "Here's the coin," he said, holding it in his left hand and appearing to take it in his right. "Now, watch it go.'' He hit the top of his wand a crack with his right hand, and instantly there was a jingling, and a coin dropped out of the pack of cards and in the glass. But it wasn't the coin the professor exhibited at first. That he still held in his left hand. The one that dropped into the glass bad rested secure ly in a couple of slits in the bottom card until the downward pressure from the wand bent the cards and released the coin. A little dexterity in handling the cards makes it impossible to discover the coin in the pack, and a few words about the wand and magic, and so on, add much to the bewilderment and the interest Another clever trick that seems to call for an exertion of magnetic force and has a decidedly mysterious look is that of making a lead pencil rise to a perpendicular position after placing it horizontally from the palm to the slightly bent fing'er tips. The operator passes the finger tips of his other band close over the pencil, and as he does so the pencil rises from its horizontal to a perpendicular position. To perform the trick a pencil with a rubber eraser should be used. Push a needle from which the temper has been taken through the eraser and leave just enough out at the end to bend into an almost invisible hook. In placing the pencil in the palm push this small hook under the skin. Then put the other end on the finger tips, and the rest is simple. The open ing of the palm, which tightens the skin, raises the pencil, and the mystic passes of the other hand and the talk about personal magnetism serve nicely to deceive the spectators. Making a handkerchief disappear from the hands while an egg appears in its place is deceptive, but also simple. It simply requires a magic egg, or on« with a bole in it. The disappearance of the handkerchief is accomplished simply by poking it into the eggshell, anc when that is displayed it adds wonder $o the trick. How to Mak« temon Sandwiches. Cut the crust from the loaf of bread of which the sandwiches are to be made and cover it with lemon peeL Cover a piece of butter, about half a pound, with grated lemon peel and put in the same dish with the loaf. Allow both to stand overnight until the lemon flavor saturates both bread and butter. When making the sandwiches, melt the butter and add the juice of a lemon and 4 tablespoonfuls of finely chopped parsley. Spread this between the slices of bread, cut as desired. Watchin* the fit. Eepublican newspapers keep on insisting that Mr. Bryan is a "dead cock in the pit," but it's remarkable what a eloae watch they keep on the pit and th« alleged corpse. Care of Poultry. If you want your chicks to havs bright yellow legs, never allow them to run. or wallow where unleached wood ashes have been thrown, they will bleach them white. Use sulphui sparingly or it will kill more chicks than it cures, yet it can be used judicially on old fowls. If lice have accumulated during incubation they will easily be seen on the heads of the chicks. When you take the mother hen off with her brood rub her well under her wings aud body with grease. When she broods her chicks their heads come in contact with the grease, which the lice can not long endure. Give her a good placa to dust herself in and she will soon rid herself and chicks of the pests. Keep the chicks from huddling in heaps at night after the hen leaves them, lest some get too warm, afterwards taking cold, which ends in roup, the dreaded disease. I fear It more than cholera, although 1 never had the latter in my flock, and by keeping everything strictly clean you need never fear it. I often read in the poultry journals that it is not much, work to take care of poultry. I have always found it Just the reverse. Still, I like it for the out-door exercise and natural lo\e 1 have for pets. I also found It very remunerative, but I find there is as great a demand for that article called common sense in poultry raising as in everything else. The third year I gave poultry my attention I kept a Btrict account with the biddies. I had thirty-two Light Brahma hens and forty half-bloods for sitters. In the early spring I sold ninety-two sittings of eggs, twenty-two half-bloods for sitters, and raised near 700 chicks. I sold some for broilers and some for breeding purposes, and packed over 150 dozen eggs during the summer. I sold all the culls Thanksgiving, and at the end of the year the books showed a balance in my favor of $791.34. Since that time I have kept 110 accurate account, but am satisfied to continue until I find something better. Most of the farmers have their poultry yards overstocked; hence it costs more to teed them, and they are not so remunerative. Cull your flocks in early fall, and the remainder will do better and be more profitable. The cost of feeding varies with the price of grain. Farmers do_notjeel thjs^as we who have, it to buy! If the fowls have their liberty, the cost of feeding is a mere trifle. It is estimated that one and a half bushels of corn will keep a hen one year. Our estimate of the cost of one hen one year, in confinement, was eighty-seven cents, but she had a variety of food. Where they are comfortably housed it costs less to feed thern, and they will lay more eggs. A few timely hints in regard to treatment as the weather grows warmer, and I have done. During the heateti term, all kinds of vermin propagate rapidly, and,'if allowed, will prove to be the pest "whose name is legion." Examine your fowls frequently to make sure they have no lice upon them, and watch with a jealous eye for the appearance of the tiny, but abominable pests—the poultry parasite. The •'ounce of prevention" should be brought into requisition now, if ever. If hens are kept sitting for late chicks, have special care to provide a cool, quiet place on the ground for them. A 'little hollow made in the earth, with a lining of clean, fresh grass, is sufficient. If the eggs get foul, wash them clean in tepid water, line the nest with fresh grass and replace the eggs. Carefully study the habits of your hens with chicks. They will be found to vary as much as other folks in disposition and habits. Such as prove quiet sitters, careful and successful mothers, and tractable when their keepers approach, should be spared for another year's service. I have one (Old Brownie) seven years old, and she now has seventeen hearty chicks. The great value of milk as a food for poultry seems to be overlooked by farmers and those who have plenty. It is good for them in all shapes. It is eagerly eaten by them, and they will thrive oa it as they will on nothing else. The above is largely my o#n experience, and hence I know whereof I speak, and I find that by proper devotion to the demands of the nature of our fowls, one will have but little use for the study of diseases. But there is work about it, and there is about anything we undertake if we do it successfully. Constant vigilance is the price of success in almost every undertaking, and in none other is it more applicable than in the breeding and management of poultry, whether pure bred or not, if profit is the desired result. Mashes for Breakfast—A writer ID the Iowa Homestead offers the following very practical advice: "Mashes are a quick breakfast. The crops of the fowls in the morning are empty, and it Is necessary that they should have something for quick assimilation. It takes a number of hours for whole grain to digest This ground grain very quickly does its work. Into the mashes meat or condition powder or any tonic can be readily put, and the results are more sa.tisfactory. 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