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CHAPTER XXVI. "While Dr. Blanchard :incl Valentine Kyle, as wo shall continue to csill Valentine Weldou, stood each with bis arms about the other, 11 dwp, sulenm voice camo from tlie cavern's gloom saying: "The Lord i« in his holy temple, and brethren shonl<i livo forever at ponce. Through groa* tribulation we go np from the depths, guided by the light of duty and sustained by the strong hand that is ever withiu the resell of those •who will grasp ir. Even from the wilderness cume the words, 'Pivpara yo the •way of the Lord; make ye his paths etraight' Yo that labor and are heavy laden come to me and I will give you rest." From the deeper shadows of the cave the Prophet advanced to the altar's light, and extending a hand to each said with a solemnity that wholly obliterated the seeming incongruity of his •words: "Whom the Lord hath joined let no man part asunder." And surely this beautiful command was never more appropriately employed outside of the marriage service. "I feel," Baid Dr. Blanchard, laying his hand on Valentine Kyle's shoulder, "lite one who has been transported to a sphera that is not of the earth. After this I shall be surprised at nothing." "And yet there are greater surprises in store for you. -Ask me not to speak now, bntwatoh and pray." And the Prophet set the example in the latter ordinance by dropping on his knees then and there, and the two old men knelt on either side and bowed their heads. And while the Prophet prayed with much solemnity and the cavern echoes •were multiplying the sound the yellow light of another day crept in from the outer world, and the fires on the altax grew dimmer. Mr. Kyle sought out his wife, and after talking to her for some time came back, and taking the doctor by the hand whispered: "Come! She who has borne more than half the burden and kept my heart from breaking long since is near by and desires to speak with you." As lie stood there the people began to wake up, and with shouts of gladness the children ran out to the sunlight and down to the lake, where the trout were leaping and the birds, on balanced wing, were looking at their double in the beautiful mirror beneath. After breakfast was over the Prophet disappeared in tho cave, carrying a torch. He came back in a few minutes, but in the short time he had effected a complete change in his costume. The heavy robes of fur that he wore winter and summer in such fantastic shape were laid aside, and he appeared clad in a suit of white buckskin, with beaded moccasins and stringed leggings. Tho tunic, belted at his waist, showed off his splendid form to advantage and proved that he had not yet lost the grace of youth as well as revealing the secret of his amazing activity and powers of endurance. The long auburn hair was thrown back behind his ears and secured there by a tight fitting cap, the band of which was made of blue porcupine quills. On tho breast of this tunic and covering it like a shield was a Maltese cross and below it worked in garnet beads the words, "In this sign conquer." The silver hilt of a knife that looked like a short sword protruded from a finely wrought scabbard in his belt and two revolvers, with stocks decorated in the same way, were fastened over his hips. Prom his shoulders a cartridge box was slung on one side and a silver canteen on the other. In his left hand ho carried his long rifle. As he strode out the women looked up at him with mingled awe and admiration. The children gathered about him, and holding each other's hands, half in dread, half in admiration, they looked ailently ut the giant warrior in whose arma many of them had recently been. Turning to Dr. Blanchard and Valentine Kyle, who, with Mrs. Kyle and Clara, were standing near by, the Prophet said: "I leave the valley and the temple in your charge. Fear not if I should be long days away, for when I return I will bring good news." "But if you should not return?" the doctor ventured to ask. "My fate is not in my own hands," replied the Prophet, with thrilling solemnity. "I am the servant of my Mas- rer, and his work for long years I have tried to do. Now, my peace be with you •nntil I bring you joy." The Prophet waved his hand, and turning was soon swallowed up in the Stygian depths of the cave. He had traversed a few of the long- cavern's chambers when he heard a low solemn chant in. the distance, and then the turn of aa Rngle brought to view the coppery glow of a torch that burned so far away that it looked like a patch of red cloud surviving tixe setting of the sun. The Prophet's moecasined feet fell as lightly on the floor as the leaves on tho surface of an nnrippled pond. He strode on, his deep, long breathing alone telling of his humanity, till he came to the subterranean -waterfall from behind which the light of the torch came. He bowed before the fall, which looked like a cata- not of crystalline blood, and as he stood "to this devotional attitude the waters turned black, and an Indian, bearing a torch, oame out and called to the Prophet: "And 1 have come. How are my herders':-" asked the Prophet. "Safe, :ind so are the herds," replied the Indian, who had charge of the. stock in the valley, to which the Prophet led Captain Brandon and Howard Blanchard after their first visit to the cave. "What news from the world at strife?" "One of our people who came this morning before the sun had risen speaks of having heard much firing and shouting during the night," replied the Indian. The Prophet waved his hand, and the Indian led the way with his torch until, through the tortuous passages before described, they emerged from the mountain side and stood bareheaded and bowed before the glory of the sun. They had been here but a few minutes, indeed the torch thrown from the man's hand; was still smoking on the ground, when another Indian appeared, leading a powerful but splendidly formed horse. The equipments of the animal were quite in keeping with the Prophet's change of costume, and the proud creature arched its neck and champed on the bit as anxious to be off. "Guard well this entrance to the cave!" said the Prophet, pointing to the crevice from which he had emerged. The herders nodded and laid their hands on their rifles. "And see that the people in the cave, the women and children, do not want food.'' The herders nodded again and laid their hands on their hunting knives. Without another word the Prophet gathered up the reins and headed his horse for the hills and sped away like an arrow. From the crest of an elevation that gave* him a view of the country over an area of 200 square miles the Prophet reined up and flung himself from his horse. After surveying the landscape to the west, beginning on the horizon's rim and coming nearer to the mountain on which he stood, his eyes at length rested on a long irregular valley, that in the clear atmosphere seemed to be only a mile or two away. He could see the py-jmy figures of many horses and men, "Where is Henry Kyle?" and he knew they -were Boston's people. And to the north, moving in the direction of his own valley, he saw the silvery puffs of smoke that told a fight was going on in that direction. The Prophet remounted, and every foot of the way in front and on each side was scanned as he galloped in the direction of the conflict. Not a deer started from the grove nor a bird flying by in rivalry of his own flight passed unnoticed. It was this keen observation that showed him a number of Indians dodging behind the rocks ahead, and led him above the thunder of his horse's hoofs to distinguish the short, sharp crack of rifles. The Indians saw him coming, and with cries of alarm they left their hiding places and ran down the rocks, Black Eagle leaoing the advance. The Prophet reined his horse, bronght down his rifle in the same action and fired One of the Indians In retreat threw up his hands and fell on his face, "A good, brave shot," shouted a girlish figure behind the Prophet He wheeled and in the act of reloading his rifle saw Kushat standing out on the rocks, "TVhat!" he asked. "Were the hounds in pursuit of yon?" "In pursuit of me and Henry Kyle," she replied. "And where is Henry Kyle?" "He is here." ' 'Jsot hiding- Henry Kyle may have been wicked, but he is not a coward," said the Prophet, dismounting and leading his horse up to where Kushat stood on the rocks. '•Not a coward, but too late do I learn that I have been and am a wicked man," said Henry Kyle, coming into view and sfcinding bowed and abashed before the Prophet. ' 'Did not Moses train with the Egyptians, the despoilers of his people, before he became the leader of Israel and the man who talked with. God and bronght down the laws of the people? Live not in the past, Henry Kyle. A long life lies before yon in which to make amends for the sin you have done." Henry briefly narrated the evente of the previous night, including the esoap* of his brother Louis and the capture of Captain Brandon, and he added that he thought Boutpn was making for the ftt ley ol the threat Spirit • Henry continned: ' 'Yes, Bonton and his people believe that yon have great stores put away in the caves, and often they have thought of attacking and robbing you or forcing yon to give up your secret as to where . the gold has been obtained. So far they have feared yon, but now Bcuton is strong, and he has with him many men j who know you only by name, and who consequently have not the reverence for you which we have who have long been dwellers in those mountains. From Bouton's movements I am certain that he is leading his force to your valley." "Lot him load his force to my valley, and he will lead them to destruction. As my soul liveth, this cannot continue. Come with me, Henry Kyle, for we now need every aid.'' The Prophet turned to his horse, but Henry called to him: ' 'I cannot go with you." "You cannot?" usked the Prophet in surprise. "I cannot." "I will not tiy to change your resolution, " said the Prophet. ' 'The Lord is working in your heart in his own way, and to urge my advice would be flying in the face of Providence.''' He paused, stroked his long beard and looked up at the sun. Then he continued: "Henry Kyle, I never thought to extend my hand in kindness to you again, yet I do so, and the past as between us becomes a dream. In my heart I shall pray for thee, and may all be well.'' Henry took the extended hand in both of his, and bowing over it pressed it reverently to his lips. The other hand the Prophet gave to Kushat, and he said: "May rvj*.b«as true to yourself M yon are to Henry Kyle." "I know not myself," she replied. "He is my life, for without him I could not live." The Prophet hastened in the direction where he knew his friends to be, taking case the meanwhile to run into no ambush, for, though, others might believe in his invulnerability—and perhaps he encouraged the idea to strengthen him with the ignorant men with whom he came in contact—he never deceived himself in the matter. It was the middle of the afternoon when, after many glimpses of Bouton's oncoming horsemen, he found himself within hailing distance of Louie Kyle's little party. Howard Blanchard and John Clyde refused to recogrnize the Prophet in his strange attire, and they would have fired on Mm had not Louis peremptorily ordered them to lower their rifles. "I do not wonder," said the Prophet as he rode up, '' that ye do not know me in this garb. Heretofore ye have .seen me as a mountain priest. Now I am a mountain warrior, fighting on the side of the Great Jehovah, and, as my soul liveth, I shall not prove recreant to the new trust." The men gathered around him and shook his hands, each anxious to learn something of his own dear ones back in the valley. The Prophet told the men about their people, and he showed a wonderful memory for names, for he mentioned all the children when he had given an account of the adults. He also told of his meeting with Henry Kyle, and he delighted the hearts of the immigrants by telling them that Captain Brandon was not dead, but a prisoner. Hsward Blanchard proposed that they sUould turn back and rescue the captain at once, and John Clyde seconded the suggestion with great spirit. "Not now," said the Prophet. "We must not do anything to delight the heart of the oppressor." "And," asked honest John Clyde, "do you think they'll be delighted to see us coming at them?'' "I know they would, for, though we might start, we could never reach the destination we had in view. Let us watch and pray." Then, turning to Louis Kyle, who was standing on a rock near by, looking back, he said: "Do you see the Philistines?" "Yes," replied Louis. Then, coming over, he laid his hand on the Prophet's arm and continued: ' 'Neither I nor any of the men here dreamed of anything else but that you should take command after we were sure that it was you approaching. We plsice ourselves in your charge, and whatever you command that shall we do." "Louis speaks for me," said Howard Blanchaid. "And for me,"added John Clyde, and the others joined in unanimously. "And whatever Louis Kyle says or does that we do." said one of the herders, who on a former occasion showed his devotion to his young master. '' If Captain Brandon were here, "said the Prophet, "now as in the past I would submit as a child to his control, once we were outside the temples where I preside, but now with your consent I will try to act as he would were he here. "So, my friends, mount your horses and fall back. The Philistines are in sight See the sunlight flashing on their arms!'' The men threw themselves on their horses, and the Prophet and Louis Kyle, keeping to the rear, turned in their saddles now and then to look back. They could see that Bouton had brought the prisoners to the front so as ro deter resistance. Tiie snn was setting whes the Prophet and his friends entered the depression terminating in the canyon that led into the wonderful valley, which seemed to be the objective point of the marauders There- could be no better place in which to make a stand. The Prophet's force could easily have held it against ten times Bouton's numbers, and some of the men urged him to make a fight there. He said in reply: "Yon are right as to our power to keep them back. The defense is in our favor, but we are in their hands, and they know it" "How so?" asked John Clyde. "Because in this canyon-we cannot shoot at them or destroy them without at the same time destroying our friends. Their prisoners are their shields, and they know they are safe behind them." It was Quite dark when they emerge^ Jrom the canyon, wnerein tne roar at the waters had drowned out their own voices and the tramping of the horses. In the face of the cliff beyond the lake they saw a dull glow, and they knew it came from the caves where the few men and the women were watching. •'Let them come into the valley," said the Prophet to his men, who, in their impatience, were anxious to make a stand at the entrance to the canyon. ' 'But onr wives and children are over yonder," said one of the men. "Aye, and God is everywhere. Let them come in, I say," said the Prophet in tones that for the first time had in them a ring of cammand. "Why, you talk as if you wanted them to come in,'' said the astonished immigrant. ' 'Then I am not deceiving you. Let them come into the valley. They have my consent They will not have my consent when they want to leave." Far up the canyon they could hear the shouting of the men and the tramping of horses blending with the roar of the waters and multiplied again and again by the echoes so peculiar to the wonderful chasm. The women heard the tramping of the horses and snatched up their children #nd trembled and crouched near the entrance of the cave. Dr. Blanchard and Valentine Kyle seized their rifles and stood ready to defend the entrance. But the Prophet allayed their fears by shouting out while yet 100 yards off: "Fear not. It is I, Daniel, with onr friends.'' On hearing this the women sent up a cry of delight, and the doctor and Valentine Kyle hastened out to meet the horsemen. Louis was hardly out of the •addle when the arms of his parentj were about him, while near by Mary Qlyde was sobbing on her father's breast The Prophet stationed guards before the entrance to the cave, so as to watch the horses and the foe. And the people crowding near the entrance saw fire Cash up by the lake, and they were told that Bouton and his men were in the Sacred valley. [CONTINUED.] "'••... i LADY GORDON. Th» Acknowledged Belle of the Famoiw Family of Setters. Lady Gordon is the belle of the distinguished family whoso name she bears. She has been exhibited by F. B. Lewis o( Lansdowne, Pa., at all the leading dog ebows and has always taken first prizes. She was raised and is still owned by John W. Graham of Swarthmore. She was bred by Dr. Saruuol Dixon of Philadelphia. Neither tho dam nor the giro of Lady Gor- LADY GORDON. don was ever beaten at uny show here or abroad. One of hor pups is now being reared for show in England and Scotland, tho home of the breed. The lady herself is being conditioned for tho Canadian circuit. Following lire a few of her winnings: Canada in 1893, open, first prizes at Kingston, Toronto and Ottawa; in IS'JG entered sarce shows in challenge class and won first prize in each; in tho challenge class nt Philadelphia in 1893 and 1S94 and in the open class at Now York in 1894 she took all first prizes; in 1896 she was entor- ed in the challenge class at the New York great dog sJiow and was awarded first prize; the same year slio defeated the famous Heather Bee at Brooklyn, which was a decided triumph. Lady Gordon has won 22 other first prizes at different show- towns throughout the country. International Bicycle Contort*. A novel plan to secure an American team for tho international bicycle championship races at Vienna next year is based, on primary organizations in all the cycling centers of the country. Each town is to form a local organization and is to give a nieet early in the spring for the purpose of demonstrating who are the fastest amateur and the fastest professional in the particular locality in which the meet is held. These meets are to be called trial meets, and the winners of them are to go to the semifinal meet, which will be held two weeks later in the nearest large town, the winners of all semifinals to ride in the final meet, to be held in New York or such other place as will in the judgment of those in authority draw the largest amount of money. The gate money that is secured from the trial, semitrial and final meets is to be sent to the treasurer of the League of American Wheelmen, and the amount secured is to be used in the defrayment of the expenses of ac least one amateur and one professional representative to the international championships. Extra Spoke*. It Is not a bad idea for bicyclists inconvenient to repair shops to get. a few extra gpokes with new wheels. You need not be a skilled mechanic to put in a new spoke in the wheels of today. A little careful bending to thread it. through the hole of the hub and a little care in screwing it to the proper tension and to see that the end does not stwid up in the bed of the rim or protrude through the nipple are all Chat is necessary. ' Trotting at Louisville. The Louisville trotting meet next year will begin S«yt. 26. The association has arranged to give $10,000 for foals of 1S96 in the Keucucky Matron stakes, which is to be a great event next year and the year following. Of this amount, $2.000 is to go to 2-year-olds that trot and $1,000 w 2-j-ear-olds that pace in 1896, and $7,000 to 3-year-olds that trot in 1S99. Only Hope for Socnrc>. Christ uplifted and attracting is the only hope for society. The hearts of those who compose society mass be reached and changed. Only when men feel the moral obligation laid upon jfcem by the cross and acknowledge Christ as Eedeemer King do they make the best members of society. The true sociology is that which, reasons and works from the cross aa its starting point—RCT. Ezra Stiles Ely, Jr., P*e«- Boddord, Different Ideas of Style Lead to Demoralization. UNITY CREATES ESTHCSIASJL Fsmou* Clubs In Which Discipline Cannot Wholly Overcome Individuality—Personal Ambition and Club Patriotism. Whist Faith an Element of Strength. A whist team ought to adopt and practice that style or system of play which its members like best. If the members are divided in their opinions, no matter how loyal they may bo to their captain and how submissive they may be to discipline they cannot do first class work. A player who thoroughly believes in liberal methods and is adept at-the "common sense" game cannot advantageously be tied down to the strict long suit routine, nor can a player whose mind runs to routine be cut loose from it without incurring the risk of losing himself. Experience has time and again shown the incapacity of a heterogeneous team. Perhaps the most striking example of a misfit four today is that of the Brooklyn Whist club. In this organization there are as fine players as anywhere else in the world, but they do not "get together." The strict long suit element might supply a powerful team all by itself, but for the liberal or "common sense" element, which will not be ignored. The liberal influence is not sufficient, on the other hand, to secure a team entirely after its own heart. Compromise is the inevitable result—a compromise team, compromise methods and success that is compromising. I do not mean this for criticism, but merely as a statement of unfortunate facts. Every member of a Brooklyn Whist club team for a year or two has been a thorough expert, but no two members have been quite agreed as to the best style of game to play. They have all had to surrender some of their convictions, and have consequently been unable—hard and conscientiously as they have tried—to throw their souls into their work. The team has lacked amalgamation, and on this account unquestionably, rather than any other, has failed to achieve those results which ought to be expected from the representatives of a big metropolitan club. I might adduce another example, from material nearer home, of the ill effects of heterogeneity in team play. I refer to the American Whist club of Boston. Its "big •four" have won some notable victories, in this respect certainly surpassing the Brooklyn team, but still they have not accomplished nearly so much as the star representatives of the strongest New England whist organization might have accomplished under more favorable circumstances. Two members of the American Whist club team are "liberals," do not relish the hard and fast routine demanded by their captain and feel that their wings arc clipped thereby. They can play their team game well, but know they can play a different game better, and consequently their work is not enthusiastic nor altogether hearty. Obedient ond ublo soldiers, they are not in sympathy with their commander. . Now, to get down to the positive side of the question, what is necessary above- everything ulso for efficient team work at whist is unanimity of sentiment among the members. Of course tho players must possess ability. That goes without saying. 1 do not propose to go into particulars concerning what ability at whist is. It is sufficient to mention, among the qualities of the successful expert, accuracy, quickness of perception, knowledge of sound principle, courage, spirit and physical stamina. Given these requisites in ail the memlsers of a team, they must then be in accord with regard to tho theory of the game and filled with loyalty and enthusiasm for tho cause they represent. I deplore the practice of players representing different clubs in different league or association matches. It savors of the mercenary, who ib not so good and reliable a fighter as the patriot. A match player at whist should cherish the interests of his club far beyond the interests of personal ambition. At the same time personal ambition cannot be destroyed and should not be; the personal ambitions of all the team members should tend in the same direction and be worked out in the-same manner. Make up a team from men who. hope to v.-in victories and distinction by means of the strict long suit routine or from men whose favorite weapons are those of the liberal game—one or the other—but don't try to amalgamate the two classes of men, methods and ambitions. You can't do it. Whisc faith is a powerful sentiment. In its relatively insignificant way it is at irrepressible as faith political or religious. And you can't make men of different faitbs strive together, with all their faculties, heart and soul, toward a common end- I can scarcely forbear smiling at my own earnestness and seriousness in this matter; whist is so small a thing to be subjected to the rules of moral philosophy. Still, I nm convinced that what I say is true. There are such things as profound whist convictions. They must be recognized by clubs and club captains. A club captain, after determining the amount of material of sufficient ability at his command, should then select as his team only those men whose whist faith is the same as his own. A long suit captain should not attempt to bring a short suit player under his discipline, nor should a short suit captain hope to convert to his methods a man who believes long suitism to be the rock bottom principle of the game. As sn example of the value o^ homogeneity in umnivork lean mention no more succtt*:ul team than that of the famous Hamilton club, which, slightly changed, A now winning match after match for the Philadelphia \Vbist club in the league c^llenge scries. Philadelphia's last victim was Cincinnati. It is impossible, except by a superior system of piaj or by a streak of luck, to overcome the team work, ciocklike in its precision, of the Philadelphia team. 1 believe a first class short suit or "common sense" four could defeat them, but I have no idea •where ic is coming from. 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