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.j. -. }• r 'T--T 1 wig$H?V^'' "i.^i *:? <&>.& iStfSif THE •/'^•••: ,^- t f*f _^K f -> ^lU^'Ml , L, . > t .',.......? J ...».'^i....«,A ^-Soft I t. T'S hftfd i Wort* cleasing you« Harvey Langford. 1 gave up tho attempt lonjf ago," said Ina Barlow, with .ft shrug of the shoulders. They w o r o pifctty shoulders, White and dimpled, gleaming from tinder the dainty mus- , ' Hn dress! but tlic shrug Was undeniable, and followed up by a toss of tho head and a pout of the red lips. "I should not suppose one could jtidgc of tho difficulty attending an •antfted task," retorted the young man. "You know Well enough what "Would please me, Ina, and you are so fully ttWd.ro that you constantly pur- •8«e the opposite path. Will Strong .and JOG Dering are good enough fellows in their way; but for all that,yott need not reserve all your smiles for them. Let them know how matters .stand between us—" "And how is that?" interrupted tha with a quick flash of her eye. "Ina, didn't you give me your promise a month ago?' And tho young rrnan's honest brown eyes looked steadily in to hers. "I told you when you got to be over•seer at the mines I would think about it. There's plenty of time between now and then for me to change my anind—if, indeed, it has ever been made up. At all events, frowns and -fault-findings won't make me any the more eager for the day to arrive." "Ah, darling, when that hour comes, "the frowns will have been chased •away forever. Come, dear, tell me if .you love me just a little. Perhaps I •.am unreasonable, but I can't help it, Ina. When I see you with other men, And you seem so cold and indifferent iome, I feel as though I could kill •them and snatch you away where no •eye but mine could dwell on your 'beauty. There, dear, I must leave you. Say good-night, and give mo a corner in 1 your dreams." The girl's'eyes "had softened now. The bright, young mouth quivered, •and the full, red lips were raised to aneet the warm, glowing kiss her lover left upon them. "I do love you Harvey," she whispered, "If you would only not be so •cross." , '•! know it, dear," he answered. ' And gathering her in his arms, as •though she had been a feather, he pressed another kiss upon the chestnut- browned head, and then went out into •the night. Though but a rustic beauty, whose •views of life were bounded by the •village horizon, she had grown up a -willful, petted thing, with her feet as >carefully guarded from the • rough paths as any high-oorn lady in the land. Admiration was to her what the dew 3s to the flower, and it was little •wonder that ofttimes Harvey Lang- Jorcl's heart grew still with honest •dread, or that he longed for the day •to come when he would gather this wild flower to his breast. The present overseer of the mine •was growing old and unfitted for his post. With tho new year a change -was V)-be made, and words the principal had dropped into his ear had given HE BOKE 1IEK TO THE SHAFT. 'ilin the hope he was to be the suc- •cessor. He could make for Ina then u .Jiomo such as sho left, only glorified "by their mutual love; and as he wends Jiis way homeward his breath comes short liud thick in thinking- of that time. , Another month rolled by, and Harvey Langforcl spent his days in a strange alternation of joyful hope and Jealous anger, though latterly the i'ormer was slowly dying out. Ina be- :gan to treat him with suspicious cold- 'uess. She no longer bore allusion to the fulfillment of her promisa, and her smiles grew more frequent to • others as they lessened to him. He •was pacing up the long lane leading to her door on one fine. October af ter- ioon, revolving many bitter thoughts and determining to make to Ina ope last appeal, when, turning a bend in the road, he 'saw two figures a short 4jstanco ahead. There was no mis- faking the straight young figure, with the pretty hat coquctitshly placed upon tho night-curls; but the man's Jb.ea.rt beat thick and fast,,as w the tall, manly form at her side ho recognized Will Strong. No wonder she had grown cold and hard, when she held secret meetings \rith this man. He could hear no spoken word between them, but he gavv that the girl's head was bent low, - one little foot tapping the dust and , JMH" ungloved hand claspe<l_within, oj feer " low aad earnestly, fltad she answefM'.-the 'ftlf dl coquetry" always with he? had disappeared, rfe? mafiftef was as grave as his own. Me could almost see the cftmson "flush upon hef cheek, foi? he'r head wsts raised" now, and she was" speaking id low, fdpid tbnes. Then she ceased, and Harvey Lafagfofd's face- gfov? white with .the pallor almost of death, and from his eyes shone a fief <se flame, as he watched the man before him bend and'kiss the lips turned to him, then turn and hasten in 'the opposite direction. • i A few quick imperious strides brought him to her side. Her head Was turned ffom him,, her face buried in her hands; then she felt his grasp upon lief »arm, and, looking tip, saw In the stern, pale face before her that he had seen all. The blue eyes were wet, the long lashes clinging to the fair, delicate cheek, the little month half apart and quivering; but the picture brought no softness to the eyes .which drank in all its beauty. "Parting from your lover, were you? For how long — twenty-four hours? A pity any one should have witnessed the tendef scene! Child! Woman! Devil! What are you and What have you done this day?" "Nothing that I have cause to blush for;" and the face raised to his was pale as his own; the eyes flamed with an answering 4 flash. "If you had come to me like a man, Harvey Langf prcl, I could have told you all you want, to know, but you came instead to spy,upon my actions and you have received a spy's reward. From this moment you have lost the right to question or I to answer. I have made a narrow escape from tho jealous meshes in which you would have bound me but the toils are broken. I am free, and so are you." • - • . "I am not the first man who hugs a serpent only to feel its sting. God •pity the man who takes 'your fair face and your false heart to sit beside his hearthstone. Heaven help me! I thought the inner life as pure and spotless as the outward show. Listen, girl! For you I toiled; the thought of you made labor sweet; the hope that your beaxity would brighten my home, your smile welcome my coming, had made of me a better man. All, all is now but ashes in my grasp. I plucked tho opening blossoms, only to find that I had gathered Dead sea fruit. Were you to come to me tomorrow a suppliant for the place I once so proudly offered, I would spurn you as now!" and shaking oft his grasp from her arm with one look of bitterest contempt, he left her whore he had found her. "Harvey! Harvey!" she cried out at last; but his figure was far away, his ears deaf to her appeal, and like a wounded bird she sank upon the ground. The dull November days were drawing to a close, the trees were stripped of their beautiful foliage which so lately had adorned them, the earth lay cold and bare, waiting for its snowy mantle, when, on a gray, chill morning, a low rumbling sound in the vicinity of the mines caused men to look at one another in anxioiis dread, which at last found vent in the awful cry: "The mine's on fire!" It was not long ere all the population had gathered to the spot— the women with pallid faces, but lips thai issued forth' no moan, the children cling-ing to their skirts, sobbing-, bu for what they knew not. "Tho wall will soon fall in!" Some one must go to the .rescue!" said voice. Then Harvey Lang-ford stepped for ward. "I am ready," he said, and in his eyes shone a calm determination, a quiet fearlessness, which showed though he fully appreciated the clan g-er, he would not falter. "Harvey," whispered a voice in hi ear; and falling back a stop ho turnei to see the fair beauty of the girl he had once so madly loved. "Well, what do you want?" he questioned roughly. "To look once more upon your work ere I go to my doom?" "No, Harvey," the sweet, young voice faltered; "to beg you, for my sake, not to go. I have suffered so, Harvey. Let me tell you how. It was not as you supposed. Will Strong had asked mo to marry him, and I — I had told him I could" not, because— because of my love for you; and when I said that, he told me you were a good, brave fellow, and since I could not care for him, he only hoped I might be happy; and then, Harvey, he begged me just to give him one kiss to take with him into his new life, and so I — " "Gave it — yes, I saw it all. A well- told story, Ina Barlow— a story you may whisper in my dead ears when they bring, au hour hence, perhaps, my lifeless body from the mine." And, with a harsh laugh, he pushed away the little hand laid so pleadingly on his arm. "Stand back, men; I am ready." And in another moment the descending shaft hid him from their sight. Minutes passed, which to those waiting seemed endless hours. The smoke came up in thick, hot gusts, and a^n awful silence fell upon all- Still came no sign from those shut from their sight of whose fearful danger the low, rumbling sound and dense smoke gave proof. "The old shaft!" at last exclaimed a voice. "Could one enter by that, he could g-o below and warn the men which way safety lay." But the opening was so small, a child only could effect a passage, and in what childish heart lay the heroism which should nerve it to face such dangers? Into Ina Barlow's pale face came a gleam of color, one glance at the slight figure, one prayer upon the pure lips and ghe stood forward. "Take me!" she simply said. (t l to save the man I love." In her eyes shone a dauntless courage, and no maa dared say her "a%y." tot when sfee h.a<j at \<s^ gp^ in.tp, |h#| ftwittl. fehttsnl} Wft$dh seeffl#4 to swftl' ' ow fig fell ift itsH&st yawn-fag ffloiiih. S gfroan bufst from the Hps of those iresent—a tffoafi, followed by & cheer, is Hafvey Langfofd's form appealed again in slglit and one by one the miners followed In that fearful peril vhlch he had but just escaped, & Weet young voice seemed; to echo ia iis eftf) a dim wonderment to picfce is brain as to whether its f ing of truth were real, 'a wild desire to look again jpon her face and read therein the iccfetj but in vain he searched to find let beauty. Tho chestnut'Crowned lead was nowhere to be seen, when, n rough whispers, from mouth to mouth passed the knowledge of her deed and his quick car caught it. "Cowards!." burst from his white ips. "You would let a woman do this thing!" "Sho said she went to save the man she loved," spoke one. And in Harvey Langford's eyes ;here shone such joy as hid the misery ihere written, while on his lips up- rose a wild prayer, as once again ho plunged from their sight. Lying where she had fallen, like a lily slown from its stem, white and sense- .ess, he picked her up ancl bore her to the shaft. Many strong'afms came to the rescue; but the cheers fell on dull, lifeless eafs, ancl for a while they thought death had claimed them both. But life held too much promise, and when, scarcely three months later, the new overseer of the mines 3laimed his bride, distrust had vanished from both'their hearts; and, while kind ancl cheering wishes fell like hail upon them, in Harvey Langford's simple, quiet words, "My wife!" as they stood upon the threshold of their new home, sounded the thanksgiving of a life. Tho Wnlco Woko Him to 1,1 fe. The particulars of an extraordinary case of trance, which was mistaken for death, are published by the Irish Times. A young man, aged 22, named Garrigan, living at Ballina- cieo, near Oldcastle, was believed to have died. He had been ailing for some time, and all the appearances of death were shown, so that no doubt of Ji is decease was entertained. Tho u.3ual M ake preparatory to burial was begun, and a number of neighbors had arrived at the house to share the night watches. Suddenly signs of animation were observed in the apparently lifeless body. Five minutes later it was clear that the young man had been in a trance and was on the way to recovering his senses. The occurrence created a great sensation. Many of those present fled from the house and would not return. All were deeply moved and the scene for some time was one of intense excitement. Her Chief Characteristic. By some moans a mother and daughter managed to gain access to Faderewski's sanctum. The mother was proud of hor daughter, and the daughter had aspirations. She desired Paderewski's opinion of her skill. Paderowski listened. 01 appeared to,' while tho mother beat time approvingly. At last, with a final crash, the girl rose from the stool, and the mother flushed with pleasure. "Toll me," sho whispered to the artist—"tell me in confidence. What do you think of her?" Amiably tho artist rubbed his hands together. "I think sho must bo very charitable." "Charitable! Charitable "iTes," Paderewski sweetly repeated, "charitable. Surely she lotteth not her loft hand know what her righ hand doeth."—Argonaut. MANY wmtims, ,o*e ts ttealt? inind Afesi 1 AM—Wilt Ing to Work—SattBe fa? the Motsftfa and Jntftum ffofti the bf fruit. Sttffni-lnK trimllovlfitetl. Moldy Mike—Down wid tho aris- ocfacy Wot don't caro how the poor ulfcrs! Philanthropist—Why, my friend, ive have in this city a free bread fund, i free clothing fund, a free fuel fuhd, i free— Moldy Mike—Yes, an' forty other fee funds that's no use to any but Women and children. Down wid the vholo of yeht Ye 'd let a poof way arin' man starve of .thirst before ye d soften y'r hard hearts enough to tart a free beer 'fund, love ts Really Hllnd, After All. lfl»WUftM»W ftfMkrKStftrte* to iS the hatit of teliiug Hfltfttlh.% \Vife~4Viiftt mftRes #ott thifik 669 HuSbftttd— I)idn f t She toll yott that the policeman v*h6 crimes h6re Is fae? cousin? Wife— Yes. Jtusband-^Well, Krtthrina is (tef- mart. ^ ^^_^ the *erflb16 I'rUtl.. Wife— 1 have a confession to make. I look yoitr last stoi'y and sent it to the Illg-htone M&gaahiS, and here's theii* check, Struggling Author— What! Did they accept it? "Yes." '•Heavens! This Is awfull I must be getting paresis." Ad ttdotl i»« l>enit He— What's this terrible thing 1 hear? I am told that you tire not a widow, but a married \voman with a husband still living— and yet yoxihavo engaged yourself to me. She— Don't let that worry you, my love. We will never meet him. He does not move in our set. According to HI 7.0. Mistress— Cynthia, how would you like to bo as big and fat as Aunt Dinah? Cynthia — No, ma'am; I doan' wan' to be as big as sho is. 1'se little- an' I has do rheumatiz now so 1 can hahdly walk. Ef I wah big as she is I'd be daid. _ _ Not to Mo Holleved. "Bagley told a straight story on the stand, and I think he hud won the jury over to him." '•How was it, then, that the verdict was against him?" "Ths lawyer for the other side established the fact that Baglev had for years been n weather prophet." Height of Man In tlio Year 4COO A. D De Moreal, tho French statistician has been figuring on. tho gradua diminution of height in the humar family with some astonishing re suits.' He finds that in tho yea 1610 the average height of man was 1.75 meters, or about 6 foot 9 inches In 1790 it was 5 foot 6 inches; ir 1820, 5 feet 5 inches. At tho present time it is but 5 feet 3} inches. From those figures it is easy to deduce the rate of regular and gradual decline in human stature. Figuring both ways from tho present wo find that the height of man "in the beginning" was 16 feet 9 inches, and that the average man of tho year 4000 A. D. will be loss than 15 inches high.— St. Louis Republic. Mollie—Howl love to sit in yonr .ap and have your big, manly arms' about me. Eddie—My little darling.—Truth. A Qnestlon of Fees. Dr. Snooper—Dr. Sudden, I was much surprised to hear- that you used a liomeopathic remedy the other day. Dr. Sudden—To tell yon the truth, doctor, I did, and it cured the patient. But I wouldn't have it get out for the wonld, Dr. Snooper—I shotilel think not Why, you must be an eclectic. Dr. ' Sudden—N-o. Hut I tlo iise whichever system seems the most feasible. • ' Heraldic! Ornithology Versus. History. She—Don't you think with me that heraldry has its use? He—Yes. For instance, your crest, you say, dates from the ninth century? She—Yes. He—And it's a turkey's head issuing from a ducal coronet? She—Yes. He—Well, that shows that the discovery of America by Columbus was a chestnut, One Way Out. Mr. Bilkius—We've got to get divorced. Mrs. Billdns—Orcat heavens, my clear! Why? Mr. Bilkins—Why? Twenty-two of the people who gave us presents when we were married are to enter holy wedlock this month. It's divorce oil-urn. Kxport Opinion. "Here," said the appreciative dime museum manager, us he watched the big 'longshoreman handle the great casks of sugar; "why don't you give up this dollar-a-clay job and go in the Human Hercules biz? You're too strong to work!"' No Sale. Peddler—I've got some signs that I'm selling to storekeepers right along. Everybody buys 'em. Here's one "If You Don't See What You Want, Ask For It!" Country Storekeeper—Think I want o be bothered *ith people askin' fer hings I ain't got? Uivemeonereadin': 1 E£ Yeh Don't See What Yeh Want, A.sk Fer Something Else!" \Tllliiiff to Work. Ill* Aim All "You ought to have seen Bagley out shooting with his revolver the other day. He couldn't hit a" barn door." "How did that happen? I thought Bagley was a good shot." "Well, so he is; but, yon see, there wasn't a barn door to hit." Circumstantial Evidence. / Willie—Your father is going to church to-morrow with your mother, ain't he? Tommy—How ctitV yon -know that? Willie—Well, if he wasn't you'd never be digging bait on Saturday afternoon. e Goose. idl# ClHSitat «t ftttritfffr § tftiSlef", ft of th£ WasMttflol StWlf'' baa lately* Oha 8Hh6'6olcHnfll'flt , Hands* VfftS mlsSittgt and knowing th« 1 section ffoni which • he hatted: the v%*< > poetef natiiriiiiy exp'6ct<sd ter get ®j fit'st-elass war story. But he didfrfe .. hand was n6t lost la the ffa'M* cidal stpuggle. It was the week ttf an alligator, •Well* It happened a long timS. ago," said Colonel streetoi 1 , "and, if 1 had not told tho stoi'y so Oftetr I think I should have forgotleii it.. When I was a yoiing fellow, bhuek full of davisilhig dreams atiufrnV bitious schemes, I usod to hUni i 'gators- for a living. The hide Of • ono of these brutes is worth fPom $1 to $4, according to size, 'condition* and ago. I had a big flat bottom boiit, sort of a compromise betweett a tatteatt and a sand scow, and 1 usod to cruise at night on a lake not fat 1 out of Tampa. One dark night I shdve$ off. After I had'reaohed the niOst 'alligatorial part of the lake «I lit a Urn on one end of " t.he boat. 'J Aese craft are arranged es* , pecially for this, so there isn't' much danger of the whole thing going up in smoke. Well, when my rosin knots began to blaze and sputter and siswle as rosin knots will, it wasn't long, before a big 'gatof raised his head obi. of the lake to see what thelllutnimn.ion nieani To a newcomer there isn't, any more horrible sight this side of the other* world than a great long 'gator lying close to you and grinning at you with all his rip-saw ivories under ther weird glare of pine knots* But i- didn't think of- this, for 1. was an.old hand at the business. Bang, and.a Sharpe gun relieved that 'gator of all earthly care and trouble. I hauled him in. and stretched him. out in the: bottom of my boat Ifc was a good night for r the sport, and the 'gators seemed to> be- especially inquisitive as to the meaning of that fitful light. That- trusty rifle spake again ancl again, and one by one I landed the victima- in the old boat. The\la8t one cama- to tho top pretty, close to daybreak. He was a savage-looking old-timer. Ho was what with propriety we- might call a hard shell 'gator. He looked .at,.main"an v 'insulting, sort of way, and I resented his impertinence. 'I brought him into the boat. There is just Where I made my mistake, That alligator wasn't.all the way dead. He seemed to have lots- of energy stored, up somewhere, and he turned on me. We had a fight- right there in the boat, Before I could pump some pills into- him. he- had me. What'a wrestling match, it was! Young man. that's what the matter with the'end of that arm. Authors in a Ulul-Wuy, Authorship and book publishing are in e, bad way in Franco according to a number of experts who have been figuring on the situation. It ia said by M. Albert Cim, and corroborated by other exports, that there are scarcely six novelists in France who can count on receiving equal to or above 10,0JO francs a year for their literary work. An examination of the books of a prominent publisher of Paris showed that two-thirds of the accounts opened for works of fiction, verse, travel, domestic economy and military science showed considerable losses. A volume oE reasons are offered in explanation of the situation, but the facts are admitted. The SUkTSpiimluK cipldor. Investigation is being made as to the silk spider of Madagascar, with the object of creating a new industry. A single female spider gave a French missionary 3,000 yards of fine silken thread recently in twenty-seven days. Small textures woven by these spiders are used by the natives of Mud- asascqr for fastening liowers ou sunshades and for other purposes, go The Jup^neso Llcliou. A project is pn foot to introduce into the United. States the edible lichen of Japan. It is gathered off the granite rocks ift the mountains jjn4 contains, foirgg q.u§ati- oj Husband—Good gracious alive, Mary! What's the matter with your dress? Have you gone entirely out of your mind? AYife (complacently)—No. But if yon find it convenient, why should n't wo?—.Judge. No Wedding. This Easter brings me no content, The reason's plain to see; She gave up many things in Lent, Among them being me. It's itn 111 \Tlnd, Friend—Then you've had a pretty good season? Bad Actor—Yes, indeed; people aren't throwing away eggs and vegetables this winter. A Modest Request. Young Woman (in postoflice)—Won't you please stamp this letter for me? Astonished Clerk—Why don't you do it yourself? Young Woman—I'm afraid to. I read of a dreadful case of poisoning from the gum on a stamp yesterday. Not »n Authority. First Actor—What has been the prevailing price of eg^s about the country this winter? Second Actor—I don't know. I haven't paid anything for what I got. Clean Enough. Policeman—Come, move on, you dirty tramp! Tramp (who has just been run over by street-sweeper)—Don't git gay, now! Who's had a eleanin' last—mo or you? See? Weary W ill ie (with a- sigh)— My! I a* chilly b'lieve I'd like t' work in dere. Puck. _ . The HeglnninK of a Schism. "Miss Meiinda, and the rector have had a serious difference." "Tell me about it." "Well, she insisted on being ini'' mersed." ••The rector didn't oppose that, did he?" "No; but he objected to her wearing- it, water-tight diver's suit " Rublqu* Penfield— He's tickled to death because the critics c^,U him o\ir American Dickens. Kia Capability. ' Johnnie—Why don't you go on the stage, like Sandow, Mr. Flushem? Mr. Flushem—Why, Johnnie? Johnnie—'Cause pa says you can carry the biggest load of any man he ever saw. Disaster. $he Tjyent to church to her new Easter hat, But 1» «er weather forecast made em error; A pelting shower a ruto made of that : And then she realized the raiu oC terror. Opening of the B. ]|. Season. No.w pitQhe,rs fo&fi j:be Keeley Cure And tqnics tW their nerves, Fearful lest thw manager* Should get on to their,,curves. Hulling Under Scaled Order?.. Sailing under sealed orders,, which has such a smack of ancient and perilous times, is a custom, by ho means abandoned in the United States navy. It is only a few years since a. United States man-of-war loft New York, crossed the Atlantic-, and. passed through tho Mediterranean before those on board learned that it was their duty to visit Johannes island, in the Indian ocean, off the coast of Africa, and there seize an American merchant vessel, carried off by a mutinous crew and supposed to- be in tho slave trade. It was on. this* strango quest that the ship's company discovered a former naval officer of the Unitod States, living like ait Kastern potentate, and exercising the power of life and death over a whole island of his own.--San Francisco Argonaut. Saving:) Hank Kplsodo. An old woman of undeniable Celtic origin entered a downtown savings bank tihe other day and walked up to the desk. "Do you want to draw »r deposit?" asked the gentlemanly clerk. "Naw, I doant. Oi wants, to put some in," was tho re ply. /.The clerk pushed up tho book for her signature, and, indicating tha place, said: Sign on this line, please." Above it or below it?" ; Just above it." Me whole name?" Yes." 'Before Oi was married?" No, just as it is now." Oh, go'long! I can't write."— Boston Transcript. A Miuily Act. ' Fannie—Did you hear about that mistake Ilattie Brown made last night? Clara—No. What was it? Fannie—She thought Mr, Vincent was her brother, whom she hasn't seen for a year, and she threw her, self into his arms right before every body. Clara—What a trying situation for Mr. Vincent. Fannie—Yes; but he behaved a man. Clara—How? Fannie—He kissed her. Good. Ad vie ii for "Can you give me a little break* fast, ma'am?" pleaded the "I'm hungry and cold- I slept doors last night and the rain down in sheets-" "You should have got in betwee^ the sheets," said the woman kindly, as she motioned him to the gate.— Good Housekeeping. Something He Could. Po, "I like to hold your little han^,'* murmured Softleigh with a sigh"Do you?" said Miss Snappy. "Yea, I should like to hold i\ always. think -IRK L '3*&1 **

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