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THE UPPER DES MOlNES, ALGONA, IOT A. WEPNESt)AY. MAY 6^1891, GOOD RESOLVES. I Llko ft star tr> tho storm tosocd sailor When tho tempest howls in wraf.h, Of the wanderer In tho forest wild To Riildo him In hid path, The good resolves that wo have made In Iho years that have gono before, 6eom to ftwtkon and start to life To help ua In trial's hour. And the darker tho night upon us The brighter they ehlno before. Till with tho courage they firlvo ufl Wo Journey ahead oneo more, More fully determined to conquer. With Buty and Faith by our side. With Providence to help us on, And conscience for our guide. -Frank M. Bohytnor In Arkansaw Traveler. A PROPHECY, When Annie and I went together to the itato fair held at Hobbswieh we were just engaged to ouch other, and everything loomed roseate and lovely. I do not suppose that tho tnachluory was more wonderful than usual, or that the pyramids of fancy soup and wax oaudlcs Were more translucent, or tlio silverware more elegantly designed, or tho pumpkins Wggor, or the artemorlas and dabllus liner, or the specimens of portraiture sent by the She smiled and said that she should like that very much, and ran away to dress, while I talked With her mother, who was very sad and anxious. "I fear for her mind and her life," she •aid. I also had my terrors, but my darling crone back looking so bright and pretty that I Uvitrun to feel hopeful again, and we started on our woy quite merrily. Wo nil know how people who visit New York but seldom amuse themselves. We saw nil that was to bo seen and had lunch at a 11 no restaurant. Wo had finished and Wore about to seek other amusements whcm In turning the corner of a busy avenue we came vipou a little museum where curiosities were exhibited, and there was every LIFE IN A BIG DESEKT, CREATURES THAT INTEREST THE LONELY TRAVELER. Insects, Bird* and ttcptlle* found in the Sand— Funny Fteiiki of the Tarantula Hawk anil the Road Banner— ttott th« I,fittor Worry tlio Snalccs. There's plenty of life on the desert- not crowds of human insects, rushing and tearing about like crazy ants, and keeping up a din day and night that is bllXf *> <^l ii <^*^ "* • *»!««»•* f «*•»** W«JM« v *• «••* — •—-»/! r *-* * - ^ _ ^ afternoon a performance of some kind, and enough to drive the whole world mad- nt the foot of the lontf line .of .uttr»«Unn« read tneso words: "The prophet's cave. Don't fail to have your fortune told by the only surviving prophet." "The prophet agalnl" cried 1. ."Now for It." Annie clutched my arm and tried to pull mo away, but I refused to depart. "My dear," said I, "a dime museum l» a very vulgar show, but I intend to interview that prophet and tell him my opinion of him, and shall be obliged to take you in with mo." As I spoke I stalked through the door, having bought my ticket, made my interesting, sensible, natural life, full of comedy, tragedy and even humor. If you feel lonesome you can find company anywhere by turning up a rock or looking under the sagebrush. There's no lack of ingenious, curious little creatures whose ways are worth studying. Take the tarantula hawk, for example. That's an insect built something, like a wasp, or perhaps more liko a "devil's darning needle," and it flies about, look- ladder lying on the ice. "itear the bank I found a policeman who was communicative. The bathers form a kind of club, and number about twenty, he told toe. They bathe every morning. No matter what the weather is, in they go just the Same. All classes of people belong to the club, I was further told, and some caine from a good distance. One enthusiast is 75 yearn old. His liair and beard are white as snow, Just behind us was a very fine old elm TWO AFTERNOONS, A hot day. The sun directly overhead, glowing with a fire that made the air la the t-hailc-les.-; canyon quiver as it heated in in ovou. Net a tree in sight, nnf, a bush— everything brown and barren, Everywhere bowlders of lava immense in size ftnd sometimes split in twain, as if in rapid cooling from the intense heat which gave them itirt.lu HI.MV and there between the Cray urcun of tho giant, cacti, raising their I o •* r . _.*. . t . * i *_ i.l_«. «(•» policeman, ''is! thornv forms fifty arul sixty feet in the air, ;is where they assuming with their strangely formed limbs the shapes of immense crosses or ! trunks of trees from which all leaves and tree. "That," said the their favorite tree. That ,*, „«„„— j,--- - , . . „«.„,, „,. dress aud undress." I soon found thatl^s the shapes of immense crosses or smaller branches have bean torn. Between the black and brmvtt of iho sunburnt lava an occasional tuft, of t.<;il. almost colorless Brass. Over all a stillness that to one unaccustomed to the land would seem strange and oppressive. Not a bird to break it with its son;;. Even i he lizards sought out what shade they could, making with their e specimens of portraiture sent uy uie and( lmving bougbt m y ticket, made my j g f r tar . in t u l a8 jrtst us tho hawk soars photographers more lovely, or Sweet's Wtty dtrect i y to the curtained archway over ' > V ,.„„.:..„ his p ve n o e i e ;i f or eonhera * P "" preserves rnoredellcious, or Spicer's pickles /noro dainty; or any of the exhibits much beyond what they always were in beauty or value, but wo were engaged, and everything seemed BO. Wo loaded ourselves with arms full of fellow and blue circulars, under tho 1m- .presslon that wo were making a choice literary collection. Wo tustcil free spoonfuls of "Dr. Dodd's Magic Cough Syrup," and doomed it the "nectar of the gods." Wo listened toa hideous brass band that blared •fcway in a kind of loft at the bottom of tho taain hall, and believed that a heavenly orchestra was giving us a musical treat; •and later wo partook of chicory colfeo, corn starch ieo cream, leather sandwiches and stale sponge cuke, served iu a grotesque arbor hung with tissue paper flowers, and 'believed ourso»ves to have feasted doll- ciously. You O ee, wo were engaged, and .that makes such a difference in everything. Wo spent a long afternoon ai the fair, going about arm iti arm and thinking of little bo- oidcs each other, aud in the twilight came out upon tho grounds among.tho "side Bhows," Punch was there, chattering as usual, and our hearts woro so soft that we wept when he killed the baby. There was a (rightful juggler in a booth who cut people's heads oil', but afterward found them under clothes baskets, well mended and none tho worse for their decapitations. We bought oriental amulets of a gentleman in a turban, who, when wo inquired RS to his nationality, said, "So help him Moses lie was a Turkl" and ut last wo came upon tlio prophet's cavo und entered In. The prophet, done up in flowing robes and white wig and beard, presided behind * counter on which two beribbouod baskets were set forth, ono marked "Lad'.os," tho other "Gentlemen." It appeared on inquiry that the prophet saved timo by put- king up a number of prophecies iu onvol- »pes, as busy grocers do pounds of tea and tugar. You paid five cents, aud then u little green paroquet came down from u '•perch and picked out an envelope .as he ••tood on tho prophpt's finger. Of course tvo bought a prophecy each. Wore wo not engaged? Did wo not delight in the mysterious, us all lovers do? and utter that hurried homo to take high teawith Annie's mother. Wo had no timo to open our envelopes boforo wo reached tlio table, aud as {t seemed probable that they would amuse tho party, we produced them there. "Ah!" said I, reading tho words printed on a slip of paper within my envelope— "ahl I shall he rich and powerful if I live. Bowuro of speculation," We ull laughed; und Annio was called -upon to read luir fortune aloud. She iDpeuud the pupor laughingly; but no sooner 'had sho cast her oyos upon it than H!IO i turned palo. "Oh, dour!" Khu cried. "Oh, liowdreadful, i just when I am so awfully happy! Oh, John! oil, pal oh, mamma!" und sue burst Into a flood of tears and bcwui to sob bitterly. I caught the paper from her baud Jmd road those words: "Lovely lady, you will die boforo tho vio- • lets bloom." "And they bloom in May," sobbed Anuio. "Surely, my dear, you don't boliovo this • nonsense?" I ejaculated. lint Annio cried between her sobs: "Oh, yes, I do. You will bo rich audpow- jrful, and you will marry some charming woman; but I shall bo dead before tlio violets hlowl" "How absurd! A printed slip given you by an old humbug in a fair booth," said Ver father. Iu fact wo all said something; but Annio •/Copt until sho grew hysterical, was led •nway uud put to bod, and was ill for a tvcok. Tho doctor was very serious over •iho attack, and when she came down stairs again sho was pule und nervous, und por- 'lisled in taking tho prophecy us though it .(irons a revelation, from on high, continually repealing: "1 shall dio before tho violets bloum!" It was quite Christmas timo before she begun to bo liko herself again, and ul- thongh 1 toved her better than ever, and »ho was always thu sweetest little creature alive, 1 could not but wonder how such an, sbsurd tiling uoukl have such an effect on any one endowed with !i grain of common sense. 1 felt sure that although Annio was merry and bright again sho had not [orgollcn thu prophecy, and oncj when 1 spoke uf iho fact that wo woro to bo mar- •riuil iu June slm sighed and said: "Ah, John, .spring comes before mun- .niia 1 , and thu violets bloom in May." Tho wo»!, of it was that tho doctor made Buch u si'i'ious mailer of her condition, and tpld us that ho could not answer for tho results unless \vo could rid her of what ho spoko of au u monomania. Still Iho winter was not bud, but when April came wo found her constantly wandering about tlio garden and watching iho •violet plants, of which Ihoro wore many. As I courxcd her away from them 1 iibud lo wisli that I could muut that old wretch of aprophotand punish him as lie deserved, bul ho never crossed my path, llo hud vanished with tho closing of Iho fair. It •W.'ts well for him that this was so. With May our l.roublu grow greater. \Vo who lovoi] Anuio were in despair, Tlio mother arose at daybreak to nip oil' the violet buds. Uut I -hero were oilier gardens iu thi! iiliici.-, und Anulu might find thorn •there, for now it/ was really the limo for blooms. Wo knew not what to do. 1 ro- Uiembi't- that it was tho 10th of May, when I bethought mo that a trip to tho city wight •divert Annie, aud went to tho houf>o to invite her, My dear girl met mo at the gale, holding a violet leaf iu her baud. "How groeu they are just boforo they I loom I" she said. I took the leaf from her and threw it away. "Forget all about those violets, love," giiid I. "Lot us lake an outing. Como to JSwv York aud spend the day." which I saw the words: "Tho prophet's cave. Mr. Mesrom is tho only prophet yet alive." "Alii" I suid us I read this, "and itis very probable that in a little while tho world will bo entirely destitute of prophets. I intend to finish off this ono." As I expected, Mr. Mesrom was our old original prophet—white wig, beard, robo, baskets, paroquet, and all as before. Two young people were just departing with their envelopes In their hands, and wo had tho place to ourselves. I walked up to tho counter, and, fixing a stern gazo upon tho prophet, said, iu a low voice: "Mr. Mesrom, I havo an account to settle with you." , Tho prophet retreated as far as tho wall of his "cavo" permitted. "Look a-horc, sir," said ho, "I don't wish no trouble with no gent, but If you are looking for uny you will bo bounced. My remarks nro not personal, but uny gent making trouble in this museum will bo bounced by the management." "All right," said I. "I suppose, being a prophet, you don't mind answering a few questions?" "Not if they're civil," said he. "What, I want to ask you, Mr. Mesrom, is this," said I. "What tho deuco do you mean by putting up iu your envelopes prophecies calculated to alarm nervous fo-.| males—prophecies ot death und disaster? , Such a ono, bought of you, has dono moro mischief than I can tell. It is absurd that it should be so, but it is a fact. You have upset a lady's health and unbalanced her mind." "Oh, John!" whispered Annie reproachfully; bub I went on, shaking my fist at the prophet: "A woman who believes that your nonsense is prophecy got hold of ono of those yellow envelopes that foretold her speedy death, und, us I said, the consequences were deplorable and are still. Sho will not listen to reason. Sho may dio of over- wi;ougbt imagination, and if sho dies you dio also! I've a mind lo kill you now!" The prophet retreated again as I shook my list at him, but he stared at me in amazement us ho did so. | "Look hero, sir," said he, "wo don't put' no prophecies of that there character into 1 nono of our envelups. Thorn sort wouldn't be popular. Our'u is all favorable and en- courugiug. Wo make a rule they shall be. Besides, i "Him that prigs what isn't hls'n, I When he's cotchocl shall ho sent tn prison, which is iu tho gent's basket, and is regarded us a joke. There ain't no evil prophecies in the collection. Oh, no, it's some other prophet. There is two or three of them along tho Bowery. Nono genuine bub mo." "My friend," said I, "you are tlio person who bud u booth ut the sliito fair at Hobbs- wioh last autumn," : "Voii, 1 was there," said the prophet; , "but, «s I suid, our'n, especially for tho ladies, is all encouraging." "Do you will this encouraging?" I asked, taking tho envelope from my pockotbook, where I hud kept it since that fatal day. "Head it!" * Mr. Mesrom took tho slip of paper from me, ga'/.ed at it, und read it aloud: | " 'Lovely lady, you will dio boforo tho 1 violets blow,' ho repeated. I "Now, of that ain't a blamed shame, I'm a donkey I See hero—that ain't no fault of ' mine. I'll explain. But tho lady hasn't read (ho rest of tho printing; it's been folded up and tucked under somehow— read In' it altogether ain't so bud." i lie hud smoothed the paper now, and it was evident that it hud been folded so us to conceal several words which followed those I hud read. | " 'Lovely lady,' he begun again, 'you will dio before tho violets blow if you let that cold run on and don't take good old Dr. Dodds' Mugiu Cough Sirup this winter 1 . For sale in tlio groat hall. §1 per bottle.' "Don't you see?" Mr. Mesrom said, ap- peallug to me, "that that aiu'C no prophecy, but just u regular mil? I'll toll you tho way of it: That old quack, Dr. Dodds, had bis cough sirup i;t Iho fair, und ho bril c'd am- boy to slick some of ilium cir- cylars into our envelups. I suppose some was dislrlbbyted before I caught him at it und dismissed him with as good u welting us boy ever hud. Yfhy, tlmlain't no prophecy, lady! Hero, lady, let Polly pick you out a true ono to make up for it. No charge whatever." Ho held 11.o paroquet toward tho basket. Sho jerked c-.it any envelope with her beak und dropped it into Annie's hand, "Open ic," said I; "open it und read it. i II is the tnii' one, you know," und on tho inslanl the dourgirlobo.voduiul read aloud: "You'll be a bride in Juno." "All's well that ends well," said tlio prophet. "Hope you uro satisfied, siri"' "Kulirely," said I, ofi'oriug him my cigar case, aud Annie anil 1 wynt home together iu a state of utter beatitude, lo which we had bouu strangers sinco our first intervi' w with Iho prophet, und when wo arrived ut the door Annie rushed into her mother's arms, crying out: "Oh, mamma, deurl lamnol to dio when Iho violets blow—I urn to bo married i:i Juno."—Mary Kylo Dallas iu Fireside Companion. A Whist Story. When Lord Thauut w.s imprisoned iu the tower for tho O'Connor riot three of his friends—thoDukoof Dudfurd, the Duke of Laval anil Cupt. Smith—woro admitted to play whist with him and remain till tlio lock up hour of 11. ICarly in the sitting Capt. Smith fell buck in a fit of apoplexy, or. When tho hawk sees a tarantula ho goes for tho big spider, swoops down upon him, stings him and gets away like a flash. Tho tarantula knows that his only show is to got under cover, and he legs it home iu frantic haste. It's fun to see tho big, hairy legged bully duck his head aud paddle off through the sand as if the devil were after him—and the devil is after him, euro enough. If the tarantula is near his house he may escape by getting to it, tumbling in head first and shutting tho door tight, but he's got to hustle for it, because little Jack the Giant Killer is a hustler liimself, and keeps jubbing a way tvt every jump. If tho hairy ogre gets caught out a great way from his castle his name is Dennis, and ho knows it. Ho flops over •upon his back to make a fight, and if he this was the case, as the bathers came j up. Tho first man to arrive lost no time in undressing, but went to the tree and threw oil his clothes, cliatting to the policeman the while. Then he sped gayly to his little patch of water between tlie trestles. Into the water he jumped— it is very shallow here—and dipping underneath it began to throw out some very large blocks of ice to the right and °£Vhe~alf prevailing brown and black lava left of him. that eao i, mom ent grew more oppressive to This done* ho leaped nimbly on to the i 00 fc nb un d e r the glow of the fierce heat, diving board, poised himself, plunged i Save these, not a living thing was in and disappeared beneath the water, but sight except where off to the west a buss- only for a few moments. He waa out zard floated high in the air, and two men, again in that space of time aud ran nira-i with a burro lazily following, passing bly to the tree, where he quickly dried down the canyon, himself and rather shyly dressed. The g™^^ 1 *^!* red ,. hairy A new feeling takes possession of bins. His nerves tighten likesteel.and hepump tarty shells out of the rifle's chamber wd cartridges in witfc a fierce speed. KU« kill! Let him take one of those howling murderers with him, and he doesn t care how soon after death comas. But what tt the matter with his aim? He has not yet killed one, not even wounded one that ne mows of. Ho refills tho magazine of htt rifle in nervous, feverish haste, and then seeps through the crevices of the bowldew ;o see if there is an enemy in sight. None. They are there, though. They are waiting and he is dying. How hot it is! He is burning up with thirst and heat. Hovr "it" hurts. He has got so that he thinks of 'his wound only as "it," as if it were some terrible monster that he could Hot others also undressed quickly, mount- breapstawbi i e their loosely buckled belts, ed the board and dived, but only once, I i^yy w jth long, bright cartridges, whose and they were out like the other man tarnished surfaces, made doubly bright and rapidly drying themselves. They' from the rays of the hot sun, seemed never take moro than ono plunge in the strangely out of place in such quietude, cold weather. This was the general' Neither spoke. Each walked along as if routine of all the bathers, who seemed alone, looking for the "flout" that might indicate the presence of some mineral more from habit than to enjoy the bath immensely, uttering delighted "Ahsl" as they went in and came out. "How do you feel?" said I to one who was drying liimself, "cold?" "No; all of a glow—warm all over." "How do you feel when you go in first —cold?" "No, not at all. Of course it's use." He went on to say that ho had indulged iu the cold plunge bath for twelve years and never missed a day. Nor did any of the others miss if they theirVifles"coustantly frorn ono hand to an ledge higher up, from hope, us the "formation" gave but little indication of treasure. How hot tho sunl Tho burro, patient eyed, forgot his old trick of nipping the tops of the long gaeto grass, and contented himself with keeping clusely in tho trail of the two men, whose worldly possessions of blankets, cooking utensils and tools, capped With an enormous canteen of water, ho so patiently bore. Not a breath of air stirring, only thu quivering heut that made the eyes burn uud acho. The men shifted could help it. Rain, hail or snow—in he other, as if to avoid getting blisters from could get hold of tho hawk in that posi- W ent and in they went, "I've been in the places where they touched the highly tion ho would make short work of tho , w hen it's been 20 degs. below freezing heated metallic parts of their guns. world—feel quite fresh for the day. A-a-ahl" The bathers are allowed by tho authorities to have this special lot of water all little chap, but the hawk sees the triok, j po int," he said delightedly; "it's only and just keeps sailing around and watjii-! auo ut five now," and he seemed sad being for an opening, and when ho catches , cause it was too warm, the spider off guard ho darts in, hits him "And you like it?" a lick and gsts away like a flash. "Rather—most healthy thing in the QUEEK BIRDS. Sometimes tho hawk will pretend to quit and fly away, but tho instant the tarantula is on hia feet and scooting for shelter, whizz! comes the hawk like a bullet and socks it to him in tho back of the head. A few stings like that do up tho tarantula. He seems to become dizzy from the poison, staggers a few steps and collapses in a hairy heap. His legs twitch a few times, aud that is the end of his marvelous career. I've been calling the hawk "he" all along, but it isn't that kind of a bird. The tarantula Nemesis ia the female hawk, so far as I cun judge, because aft- Crack 1 crack! crack I Not fifty yards ahead, from behind a dozen bowlders leap out as many jets of flre, while the snowy white puffs of smoke float i up u few feet and disappear in the quiver- Ing air. One of the men stops for an almost imperceptible instant, as if: to brace himself. His hands .rise to tha level of his chest, as if to bring his rifle to his shoulder, and then—. to themselves, and very jealously they flown he falls headlong to the ground in a guard their privilege. On Christmas limp mass. Dead! Shot through the head, day they have a swimming Not a quiver, not a motion; without a sound, were it not for that made by his falling rifle. As bo falls his companion staggers back a pace or two, catches himself, uud then, half crouching, half falling, drops behind ono of the many bowlders. "Hit!" he thinks to himself, "but, thank God! not fatally, only a scratch." Life scorns a new thing; to live, a new joy. Only a scratch. "Where?" He hardly er the spider is knocked "out tho hawk j and officially reported to be in circulation j J^"^bowlder "uid^S^S a figure" proceeds to deposit eggs in the remains, | ag money throughout the world: | ml ked, d::rk. clothed only in u breech clout and I suppose the eggs are hatched by I ' . - . . . the heat ol decomposition. Possibly the '" race of a hundred yards, with first, second and third prizes—hut nob for money 1 .—London Graphic. The World's .Supply of Coin, Mr. Leech, the director of the mint, has prepared for the house committee on coiimii'e a series of interesting tables showing tho gold and silver estimated Gold. : " United .States STO:;,m8,800 purpose of laying eggs in a defunct tarantula is to provide the young hawks with grub at the threshold of life, so to speak. Whatever the scheme may be, it is death to tarantula, and for that rea-! son nobody over harms a tarantula hawk. ! The insect's sting is said to be poisonous to men, but I never knew one to sting a man. Then there is the road runner—a joyous, sociablo little fellow, whose business in life is worrying rattlesnakes to death, The road runner is a bird somewhat larger than a bluejay, with a saucy topknot and a still saucier tail about ti foot in length. He runs as fast as a horse ordinarily travels, and if he once gets into the road ahead of a horseman he Avill race along for hours aud can't bo driven out of tho road. He could skip aside and get out of the way if he wanted to, but lie seems to think that it is his mission in life to keep just ahead of that horse, and nothing can divert him from that occupation. Ho is not in tho least alarmed, and »when he gains too much of a lead he will stop and seesaw with his tail and chirrup merrily until the horse nearly catches up with him. Then away he goes again, as if his life depended upon winning the race. When he wearies of the sport he <lisuit>neai's in the brush. 1 Kingdom. Switzerland Greece Spain Portugal Austria-Hungary-... Netherlands Suaivlhmvlan Union. I>M,000,000 !XJI),003,000 000,000,000 05,01X1,000 14-0,0(10,000 !f>,000,009 2,000,000 100,000,000 40,OOp,(XX) !W,CO:!,'J20 1(10,000,000 Turkey 50,000,000 Australia. 100,000,000 Egypt 100,030,000 Mexico 5,000,000 Central Ami.Ticu .... South America 43,030,000 Japan 80,000,000 India China ThuStraits Canada 10,000,000 Cuba, Hayti, etc 20,000,000 Totals $3,727,018,808 83,820,571,ai6 —Manufacturer. for London's Poor. Gen. Booth wishes the lord mayor to take a leaf out of the book of the Paris municipality and fit up, or allow the Silver. I and with a red scarf wound around the S1S3,OT1,!HO h eu( i,. HO notes almost unconsciously how pronounced its color is against tho dark face and darker hair of its wearer. "A miss!" he mentally remarks as the figure disappears. "But butter luck next time," he thinks as ho pushes down the lever of his gun und throws out the empty shell, replacing it with a cartridge. "Short range;" ho should have hit. It can't be that he was losing his old cunning; that his uiui was bad. "No;" he fired in haste and wus "rattled." "Another shot und ho will show lliom" arc tho thoughts that (lash through his mind as he peers cautiously ahead to discover his enemies. None iu sight. For the first time he feels pain. Half numbness, half fire; how it tears as ho raises his shirt aud looks at a little bl 'a hole hardly larger than a pea near the right tide in the short ribs. "Only a scratch, or it would bleed worse. Did it go through?" he asks himself, as he passes his baud up his back to find if there be an orifice of exit. "No." "That is bad, for there is no Burgeon to bo had to cut the missile out. Pshaw, what mutters it? Other men have lived with bullets in them—why could not lie? Night would soon como, and then with darkness he would go. He wus not losing blood sufficient to weaken him much, und by morning ho would bo fur away. 100,000,000 700,000,000 145,000,00) 55,000,000 00,000,000. 15,000.000 4,000,000 125,()00,0i:0 10,000,000 90,000,000 65,000,000 10,000,000 60,000,000 45,000,000 7,000,000 15,000,000 50,000,000 500,000 2.5,000,000 50,000,000 000.000,000 700,000,000 100,000,000 5,000,000 2,000,000 Salvation Army to fit up, "any building or buildings such as may be under the After all it would only be a close call, some- control of the corporation," to serve as a tbin S to tell about. But poor lorn! he The blood— small as the quantity— that flows from his wound has formed a pool, clotted and coagulated, It adds to his discomfort by its stickiness. He thinks how strange that one's own blood should annoy one so, and then wonders where so many flies could have come from, as he raises a swarm by tho movement of his body. He looks across to where the burro has fallen with the canteen, «*id sees that the vessel has been jammed by coming in contact with the bowlder, and that the precious fluid has nearly all run out. How much ho would give to have what little water remains! He feels almost tempted to try to reach it, but no; that would mean throwing his life away without a chance for revenge. Revenge? He will have it. Thirst is nothing; death is nothing now if he can only kill, kill! If he could only kill them all, how happy he would die! He looks over the bowlder. Nothing in sight but bowlders, lava, cacti, sand and gaeto grass. "They are there, though." He almost laughs in. sarcasm as he catchM himself scanning the horizon to see if any relief were in sight. Belief? For days he and tho man that lay dead there had traveled without finding a trail made by a shod horse— without finding a trail of any kind. How childish to expect any help! Better brace up and die like a man. He looked at tho body of the dead man. How hideous the face looked with its swollen lips, open mouth, staring eyes! How black it had'grown! What a vast quantity of blood had como from the wound in the head! His eye catches a movement in the tuft of grass to his left. Bangl bangl goes his rifle. "Nothing there," he thinks, as he crouches closer to the ground to escape the shots thai; come in return. So the hour.-! go by, but he hardly marks their flight. The sun is getting lower in tho west, and tho white heat of day gives way to the yellowish purple haze that in Apache land is always tho forerunner of night. How when he was first hit he had longed for night! How little he cared for it now! Ho could feel himself growing weaker. His Winchester was heavier than any ho had ever before lifted. Even "it,',' that terrible thing that chained him there, pained him less, but tho thirst grew horrible. Anyhow night would give him a chance to reach the canteen. At times he felt almost drowsy, but fought off the feeling. He was merely waiting for the end. He thought ,it. strange that he could face it so complacently. He hardly cared now how soon it came. Would he shoot all his cartridges away before it reached him? He would- 'not waste them though. If he could only reach Tom's gim and revolver and destroy them it would make those that killed him angry. It was for..these things, worth perhaps §50, that he and Tom had been murdered. He was beginning to think of himself as already dead. At least how easy to ruin Tom's rifle. It was only two or three paces away. He took his revolver and fired at it, aiming to hit it just in front and below tho hammer, its' -most vulnerable part. Instead, tho bu'lct hits the ground, and richoeheting enters the breast of tho dead man. Ho shudders as the body stirs from the 'force of tho shot, although he knows that life has bsen gone for hours. Everything is plain to him now why his other shots had not taken effect, Ho was unnerved. How could a man with, a hole through his body hope to hit anything. He had heard of men shot through tho heart killing their assailants, and had often wondered if he could do it. Could Tom have dono it? How far off and yet how short seemed tho years that he and Tom had been together! How little there had been in them that seeded worth now recalling! Crack! asingleshot off to the right, and he fires where ho sees the smoke curling upward. Fires again, Nothing. Ho counts his cartridges and is astonished that ho has fired so many. He must have lost some. No, there are the empty shells. Another shotoff to tho right. One to the front. Ho fires at both. Ho feels that he is growing nervous, and brings all his remaining powers into play to secure better ! TANTALIZINU A ' I was riding across a cactus desert once when a pair of road runners that had been racing with me turned out of the trail and became suddenly very much excited about something. They paid no more attention to me, and I rode, up near enough to see what was going on. They hud run across a big diamond back rattler and wero preparing to have fun with him. One of them had struck tho snake with his sharp bill and the diamond back hud promptly coiled himself in a defensive attitude and was springing his rattle wickedly. One of tho birds remained near the snake, jumping about and making a great show of hostility, but keeping beyond reach all the time, while the other gathered liltlo bunches of dry cactus, with spines as sharp as needles and almost as hard, which he dropped close to the reptile. Tho roitd runner Avas as busy as the devil in a gale of 'wind, and in a few minutes lie had piled a regular little corral of cactus spines nil around the rattlesnake. Then the pair of them began to tantalize the snake, aud flying at fy om near his feet. i limbs up to get them ° Ho tries to draw h,s in a safer position. for "those whose sleeping place is the open street and whose hearth is the cold stony pavement of our bridges." If the ! Cracii! crack! go a couple or shots off to lord mayor will thus provide beds for Ms left, and ho seesjhe dust flying up outcast London the general will do something in the way of board. | TpJca ayai - aml the cold sweab br(jaka , Surely, before the city fathers are trom uim . He cannot move them! asked to ma.ro a dormitory of the Guild-1 r^ey are dead—paralyzed! hall the city churches ought to take the I Something liko u sob breaks from him. first step. If there were mattresses in It is ull over. In tho first flush of possible escape ho had not thought of the spiue the pews aud shakedowns along the aisles the edifices would be serving a good many more of those for whom they were built than they see anything of at present either by day or night, and 1 i idea would not fit in badly with Chris tianity, whether it tallied with political economy or not. In France they are just voting £80,000 to relieve the distress in largo towns, und ure about to do I'ao same by country districts.—Pall Mall Budget. A Quoor Old Mrs. Jane McKeene, an old lady in Lewiston, who WHS recently taken to the insane asylum, had been very eccentric for years while working in the cotton mills, and a number of stories are told of her peculiarities. At one time sho had a lot of cockroaches in a box near her looms, which she would feed regu- toirath^~pTOV«)Ued"him~into stliking at larly every day. Whether they ate the not being injured. Ho knew it now. Tho game was played. A few hours longer at the best. To-morrow und tho next day, uud the days and tho yours to como would Und him there. The end was only a question of a short time. Yet he hud only thought it a scratch. With his arms he drags himself into a safer position. This dono, ho unbuckles his belt, aud us he lays it bofore him to j have it haudy ho thiuks of the timo away i back on tho Plutto when ho had first put j one on. How proud ho then felt, as u strip- j ling boy, of the outfit! How bright the future hud looked! And now it was ull to I • _ , control of himself. He will put away the wus gone," and as he looked at the lifeless ] idea of death, of his wound, of everything but revenge. Only one, and he will be satisfied, and for the first time iu years he prays, prays without words,, though, that he may kill but one. Tho sun is sinking lower; it bas almost^ reached tho fur off western mountain tops. It would soou be night, and then what would "they" do? Steal up under cover of the darkness and shoot him from behind some bowlder before be would bo aware of it. He would keep a close lookout, and perhaps bo might after ull "get" one of them. Crack! crack! to the right and left, and he glances in both directions, firing at each; and then right over him takes place a terrible esplosiou, and he feels asif something heavy and blunt had struck him in the buck. He half raises himself, just enough to turn his face upward. Another explosion, another heavy, blunt blow, and through the smoke from u revolver ho sees a dark young face, with black, glittering eyes, white teeth, across which tho lips are I tightly drawn—the face und tho form of i one almost u boy—and then he falls back— ! while a dark band and arm snatches bis gun from Ins half clingin lie wears one' t^d'S'it'r him tv M i ^=>'=^SSazingeyes one. It h..d bipiigut to mm icwot the , KPPH ,,.,,.,. flll . n , R „,,,.„ m i,| im , for liia urms. treasures for which ho hud longed. For an thum, with results disastrous +o himself, for every time he launched out he hit into the cactus and got stuck full of the spines. i Whon tho rattlesnake had just about got crazy aud was reckless of his guard the road runners flew up, hovered over him und dartc-d down ut him whenever they saw a good chance to hit him, Their sharp bills did great execution, and it wasn't long before they had the rattlesnake laid out as cold as n wedge. inxd OHO of the party rose to call for help. "Stop!" cried another, "wo shall ba turned They are great generals, these road run- out if you make a! noise; lot our friend ners, and they always get away with the uloue till II; we cuii play dummy and he'll rattlesnake, That'e why nobody ever, - bououo the worse,!for I can read death in B h.oota a road runner in California,.— ' K or ( Me -) Commercial. his face."-Ssm Fva^claoo Argonaut. Interview in San Francisco Examiner. I instant ho thought "why not take the six (shooter and end it all?" "Suii'ido?" "No," ho would dio fighting. llo would take some of lliem with him. Yet, why kill at all. They woro but suv- (Xpuches. Their deaths would mean food provided them by their beactress is not known, but she took good care of kill himself und keep from thorn tho satis- them, and they increased HI numbers un- fm . tloil o£ doing j f ,. No; relief might come. til at last the superintendent discovered them aud hud them removed. The old lady cried bitterly that h* pets— aud whoever had such pets befor —were removed. They say she used to drop a silver coin in the canal each day, which she suid went to feed her husband and boy, who were drowned at sea. Her Some of tho many scouting parties of cavalry always iu tho field, or perhaps a party of prospectors might hear the firing, und then with a good doctor all would yec bo well. Ho could find one ut any of the military posts. All these thoughts and a, thousand others crowded through his bruiu while ho was placing himself in a better position boy's clothes, which she carried under j for defense. " Cautiously raising himself her arm, she never parted with. Every \ u, e glanced over tho bowlder in the direction whence the last shots came. Crack! crack! crackl the bullets, wlii? surlily moraing she took the bundle to her work and each night returned with it.—Bap.- ttround him. Bung! btvii bangl goes tue rifle. sees dark forms scrambling for his arms, for Tom's. They aro even quarreling in their eagerness to tear tho pack from the duad burro, and then instinctively be sees one raise soir.othing ia tho iiir, * * * and when it fails there is no longer anythirg human iu Iho fuce or tho head of the man j who has spent the afternoon in fight. 'Nothing but a bloody pulp o° skull, hair, brains, broken teeth, crushed into a misshapen muss by tho bowlder cast upon it by au Apache. Another afternoon, years after, a, tall sergeant and his detail of cavalry escorting through tho cany on a party locutinga road, looks down on the whitcued bones of two men and a burro scattered by coyotes and- bleached by tho winds and rains, and as he, with the toe of his boot, pushes to one eido tho ribs of one of the skeletons his eyes mark tho many empty cartridge ehelU. He looks up und Bees that his comrades havo already noted them, while some one remarks: "By , ho staid with them while he labted,"—Buckley O'Neil in S*w Chronicle, i -Is,

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