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A TiIRILLING STORY OF CONTINENTAL CONSPiFIACY AGAINST BRITAIN.
"You will owe Germany nothing. for
'she will be paid and overpaid for all
'rho does. Russia ,has made terms with
!the Republic of France. Politically,
!she ,has nothing to gain, by a rup-
ture; but with Germany it Is differ-
ent. Eine and France are ready at
this moment to fly at one another's
throats. The military popularity of
emelt a war would 'be.,lmmense. The
-cry to arms would ring from the
Mediterranean to the Rhine."
"Oh, I hope that it may not be
war." she said. "I had hoped always
that diplomacy. backed by' a waiting
army, would be sufficient- France
.at heart is true, I know,
But. after all, it sounds like
a fairry tale. You are a
wonderful man, but how can you
hope to move nations ? What can
you offer Germany to exact so tre-
mendous a -price?"
"I can offer," Mr. Sabin said calm-
ly, " what Germany desires •more
than anything else in the world—
the keit/ to England. It has taken
•me six years to perfect my
schemes: As you know, I was in
•1America part of the•, time I was
.supposed to bo in China. It was
.there, in the laboratory of AIlison,
'that I commenced the work. Step
by step I 'moved on—link by link I
have forged the chain. I` may say,
'without falsehood or '•exaggeration,
that my work would bo . tlio work
of angther man's lifetime. With me
it has been a labor of love. Your
,part, my dear Helene, .. will be ,a
glorious one ; think of it, and shake
off your depression. This hole and
corner life is not for long—the time
for which we have worked is at
'hand."
She did not look up. there was no
answering fire of enthusiasm in her
dark eyes. The color came into her
cheeps and, faded away. Mr. Sabin
was vaguely disturbed.
"In what way," she saki, with-
out directly looking at him, " is
Lord Wolfenden'"likely to be useful
to you ?" •
Mr. Sabin did not reply for some
time, to fact, he did not reply at
all: This new phase in the situa-
tion was suddenly revealed to him.
When he spoke his tone was grave
enough—grave with an undertone of
colitezpt. •
"Is tit possible, Helene," he said,
" that you have allowed yourself to
think seriously of-,,. the love -making
of this 'young man ? I must confess
that such a thing in connection
with you would never have •Dccarred
to me In my wildest dreams!"
"1 am the mistress of my own a f-
feeti•ons," she said coldly. "I am
not pledged to you in. any way. If
•I were to say that I intended to
listen seriously to Lord Wolfenden
---even if I were to say that I in-
tended to marry him—well, there
,is no one who would darn to inter-
fere! But, on the other 'hand, Ihavo
refused Iaim. That should be
enough for you. I am not going to
discuss the matter at all ; you
would not understand it."
"I must admit," Mr. Sabin ' said,
" th'et I probably should not. Of
love, as you young people conceive
it, I know nothing. But of that
greater affection '— the• passionate
love of 'a man for his race and his
kind and his country -well, that has
=8.1'ways seemed to me a thing worth
;living and working and dying for 1
I had fancied, Helene, that some
- spark of that same fire had warm-
ed your blood, or you would not
.be hero to -day."
"I think," she answered more
gently. " that it has. I, too, be-
lieve me, love my country and my
?people. and my order. It I do not
find these all -engrossing, you must
remember that I am a woman, and
am young; I do not pretend to
be capable only of impersongi and
patriotic love."
" Ay, you are a woman, and the
blood of some of your ancestors will
make itself felt," he added, looking
at her thoughtfully. "I ought to
have considered . the influence of
sex tied heredity. 13y the bye. have
you heard from Henri lately?"
She shook her' hear,
"" Not since he has been in France.
We thought that whilst he wzt
there It would be better for him
not to write."
Mr, Sabin Podded.
"Most discreet," he reniarkerl so-
tirically. "I wonder what Henri
woulcl say if he knew ?"
The girl's lip curled a little.
" If even," she said, " there was
really something serious for him to
know, ..Henri would survive it, 1Iis is
:not the temperature of sorrow. For
twenty minutes he would be in a
paroxysm. IT would probably send
. out for • poison, which 'Pe would be
careful not to take ; and play with
a' pistol if ho were sure that it was
'not loaded. By dinner time he
world be calm, the opera. world
•soothe him still more, and by the
• time it was over he would be quite
• ready to ' take Mademoiselle Sortie -
body out to supper. With the first
glass of champti.gno his sorrow
would be• drove -nee for ever. If any
Wound remained at all, it would be
rife"wound •of his vanity."
You have considered, then, the
,possibility of upsetting my schemes
. and withdrawing • your part 7" Mr.
Sabin said quietly-. "Yon understand
,that your marriage with Henri
• would • be an absolute necessity
that without it all would be chaos.
"I do not say that I have core
sidered any such possibility, she
answered. "If I make up my mind
'to withdraw, I shall give you no-
tice: But I will admit. that I like
'teed Wolfenden and I detest Henri.
lAh 1 I know of what you would re•
mind the ; you need not fear,
shall not forget! It will not be to-
day, nor to -morrow, that I shall de-
cide."
A servant entered the room and
iinnounced Lord Wolfenden. Mr. Sa-
bin looked up.
• " Where have you shown him r"" he
reSked,
Into the library, sir," a the girl
-
answered.
Bad.abin swore softly ' between
S
is teeth, and eereng ,to ills feet.
" Pecuso m{�,.. Selene, ho.. exclaim=
t, "' I • Helix ''bring Lord Weltenden
Into the drawing -room. Tliat girl is
an idiot! She has shown hnn into
the one room is the .house which I
would not have had him enter for
anything in tete world 1"
CHAPTER :i XIV.
The Way of the Womiin.
Wolfenden bad been shown, as he
supposed, into an empty room by the
servant of whom he had inquired for
Mr. Sabin. But the door was scarcely
closed before a familiar sound from a
distant corner warned him that he
was not alone. He stopped short and
looked fixedly at the slight, feminine
figure whose white fingers were flesh-
ing over the keyboard of a typewriter..
There was something very familiar;,
about' the curve of her neck and the,
waving of her brown hair ; her back
was to him, and she did not tutu
round.
"Do leave ine some cigarettes," she
said, without lifting her head. '•'Phis is,
frightfully znonotonous work. • How
much more of it, is .there for me to do?"
"I really don't know," Wolfenden
answered, hesitatingly.: 'Why;
Blanche 1"
'Lord Wolfenden !". slie exclaimed;
"why, what are you doing here'"
"I might ask you," he said graver,
"the same question."
She stood up.
"You have not come to see me 2"
He shook leis head. •
'"I had not the least idea that you
were here," he assured her.
IIer face hardened.
"0f course not. I was an idiot to
imagine that you would care enough
to come, even if yon had known."
"I;do not know," be remarked, "wiry
youshoulu say that, On thc•contrary
She interrupted him.
"Ole I I know what you• are going
to say. I ran away frons Mrs. Selby's
nice rooms, and never thanked you for
your kindness. I didn't even leave a
message for you, did I? Well, never
mind ; you know, whyl I dare say.'.'
• Wolfenden thought that he did, but
he evaded a direct answer.,
"What I cannot understand," he
said, "is why you are here."
"It is my new situation," site an-
swered. "I was bound to look for one,
you know. There is nothing strange
about it. I advertised for a situation,
and I got this one."
He was silent. There were things in
connection with this which lie scarce-
ly understood. Slio watched him with
a mocking smile parting her' lips.
"It is a good deal harder to under-
stand," she said, "why you are here.
This is the very last house in the
.world in which I should have thought
of seeing you." •
"Why ?" he asked quickly.
She shrugged her shoulders ; her
speech had been scarcely a discreet
one.
"I should not have imagined," she
said, "that Mr. Sabin would have come
within the circle of your friends."
'"I do not know •wily he should not,"
Wolfenden said. "1 cousider him a very
interesting man,"
She smiled upon leinr. • •
"Yes, lie Is interesting,"• she said
"only I should not have thought that
your tastes were at all identical" •
"You seem to know a good deal
about him," Wolfenden remarked, qui-
etly,
For a moment an ocld light. glen cued
in her egos; she was very pale.'Wolt-
encien moved towards her.
"Bla.nche," he said, "has anything
gone wrong with you ? You don't look
well."
face,
She withdrew her hands from her
"There is nothing wrong with me,"
she ssald. "Hush 1 he, is coming." .
Slie.swung round •in her seat, and
the quick clicking of the:instrument
was resumed as her fingers flow over
it. The door opened, and Mr. Sabin
entered. He leaned on his stick, Rtand-
ing on the threshold, and glanced
keenly at both of them, i
"My clear Lord Wolfenden," he said.
apologetically, "this is the worst of
having country servant:er ai;ney shoyv-
ing you in here. Como and joint us in
the other room ; we are just going to
have our coffee."
Wolfenden followed him with iliac
city ; they crossed the little hall and
entered the dining -room. Helene was
still sitting' there sipping her coffee
in an easy chair. Slee welcomed him
with outstretehed hand and a bril-.
!tautly- soft smile. lir. Sabin, who was
watching'lter closely, appreciated, per-
haps for the first time, her rare wom-
anly beauty, apart from its distinctly
patrician qualities There was a
change, and 11e was not the man to be
blind to it or to under -rine its signifi-
cance. He felt that on the eve of vioe
tory he had anetll,er and an unex-
pceted battle to fight ; yet he held,
himself like a brave man and one used'
to reverses, for he showed no signs of
dismay.
"1 want you to try a glass of this
claret, Lord Wolfenden,"•ho said, "be-
fore you begin your coffee. • I know
that you aro a judge, and I,a:tn rather
proud of It. You arc,not going away,
Helene ?" •• .
"I had no Wee ' of.' going;" • ;she
laughed. 'This is really the only- hab-
itable room in the house, and I am
not going to let Lord Wolfenden send,
mo to shiver in what we call tlie,dnan
ing-room." •+ ?.
"I should be yery sorry s le- .you
thought of Ruch a, thing," Wol•fenden
answered.
' "If you will' excuse me fpra ino ..
ment," Mr. Sabin .said, ""I will unpapk
some cigarettes. Helene, will' you seg
that Lord Wolfenclon. has which
liqueur he' prefers 2"
He limped away, and Helene'
watched him leave the room' ...with
some surprise. These were tactics
which she did not understand: Was be
already .making up his mihd •that the
game could be played •ivithont. her ?
She Was pu zled:ea little uneasy.
She turned to find 'WolfezfcIen'r 'ad;•
miring eyes fixed upon'lier; she looked
at him with a smile, ,half sad, half
humorous. •,
""Let mo remember "she said, "X `nisi
to see that' you have—what was *It?
011, liqueur.,. We 'haven't much ehoibe;
you will find IKunintel and Chartreuse'.
on the sideboard, and Benedictine;
which my uncle 'hates, by , ,the bye,.
at your elbow:
'
""No liqueurs, thnnke, *, he said. ;y'I
wonder, did yon expect me tonight ?
I don't think that I ought to have
Come, ought I ?"
"Wells, you certainly shyoty ' sli'e ttti=
revered; with a smile, k^n. remarkable
disregard for all precedents and con-
ventions. You. ought to be already on
your way 'to foreign parts with your
guns and servants. It is Englishmen,
bs'it not;who go always to the Rocky.
Mountains to shoot bears when
thele love affairs go wrong ?'!
'Ile was watching her closely, and
he saw that she was less at her ease
than she would have had him believe.
He eaw, too, or fancied that he saw,
a softening in Tier •fgee,,a kindliness
gleaming out of - her lus'tr'ous eyes
whtioh suggested new things to liim,
"The Reeky Mounteina," he said,
slowly, "inean despair. A men does
not go so far whilst he has hope."
She did not answer hien ; he gath-
ered courage from her silence.
"Perhaps," he said, "I' might now
have been on my way there but for
a' somewhat sanguine disposition -- a
very strong determination, and," . he
added .more softly, "'a very intense
'love
""It." takes," she remarked; " a very
great deal to discourage an Eng-
lisliman,"
"Speaking fpr ' myself," he' answer•
ed, c' I defy. discouragement ; -1 .am
Proof against it. 1 .love you -se. dear-
ly„ Helene, th'a't h' simply decline to
.give you up; I warn you. that 1 am
'not a lover to be shaken off."
His seise was . , very.' tender ;; his
words . sounded to her simple. but
strong. He whs so sure of, Himself and
his love.- Truly, • she thought, for lin
Englishman tiffs. was no indifferent
.wooer ;, his confidence thrilled her ; '
she felt her Heart beat.quiclfly under
its sheath of drooping black." lace acid
roses, •
"I- am 'givin'g you," She sad; quiet-
ly, "no hope. Remember that ;• but I
do not want you tog° away '.'
The hope which her tongue,so. stead-
fastly refused to speak, he gather-
ed from ,her. eyes, her face,'from that
indefinable softeriing which seems to
pervade at the moment of ,yielding ,a
woman's •very personality..He was
wonderfully happy, although he had
the wit ,to keep it to Himself.
"You need not fear," he whispered,
"I shall not go away." •
Outside •they'heardthe sound of Mr.
Sabin's stick, She leaned over towards
him. , •
"I want:yen," slie said, ."to—kiss
me. "
His heart• gave a great leap;. but.
he controlled himself. Intuitively,. he
knew hole much was permitted to'
him ; he seemed to •lieve • even some
faint perception of the 'cause for her
strange request. •He bent over • and
took her. f aoe for a. moment between
his: hands; her lips touched his—she
Had kissed him 1 • • '
He stolid' away from her, ;breathless•
with the excitement; of the moment.
,The perfume of her hair, the soft touch
of. her lips, ,the gentle movement with
which she had thrust, him away,these
things were like the drinking of strong
wine to him: Her own cheeks were'
scarlet ; .outside the sound' of Mr.
Sabin's stick greys- more and more
distinct ; she smoothed her hair, and
laughed softly .up at him:
" At, least, ' shrr:murmured, " there ie,
that to remember always." ••
,
' CHAPTER XX t. .•,.
A Handful of Ashes. '
The Countess of Deringham was sit-
ting alone in her srinaller drawing"
room, gazing steadfastly 'et a certain
spot in the blazing fire before her.
A little' pile of gray ashes • was all
that remained of the sealed packet
which she hail placed within the bars
only a. few seconds ago. She ;watched
it slowly .grow , shapeless -piece- tlf-
ter • piece"event fluttering up the
broad chimney.: A gentle, yet melan-
choly • smile was, ,parting • her lips. A
chapter of, her life was floating away
there with 'the little. trembling strips
lighter than the 'mit, already hope-
lessly destroyed. Their disintegra-
tion . brought with it a sense of free-
dom wliieh she had 'lacked .for many
years. ` Yet it w:as'•only the folly of
a girl, the story' of a little foolish
love -snaking, which those grdy, ash-
en fragments, clinging sb tenstciously
to the iron bars, .could have unfold-
ed. Lady Deringltam was not it wo-
man who had ever for a single mo-
ment had cause..to reproaeh herself
with any real' lack of duty' to the
brave young Englishman weloin the
had married so many years ago. • It
was of those days she was, thinking,
as 'she at there waiting for the
caller, whose generosity had set her
free. .
At precisely four o'clock there was
the sound of wheels in the drive, the
slow movement- of feet hi the hell,
and a servant announced a visitor.,
•"Mr. Sabin."
Lady Deringltam smiled and greet-
ed, him graciously. Me. Sabin leaned
upon his wonderful stick for a, mo-
ment, .,and Hien bent loci* over Lady
Det'ingham'e" hand: Sae' pointed to an
easy' ohair close 'io her own, anti he
sank fur's• it with'"kos4ao n.ppearnnce of
weariness. Ho was looking a liter"• old
and tired, wancl he carried Himself
withou:t•any. of his.usual buoyancy."Only'a few minutes ago," site said,
"I burnt my letters. i. was thinking
of those days' in Paris when tlm man
announeegl yea! How • old it makes
one. feel 1" .
He looked at her ertticcilly.
"I tm beginning' to arrive at the
conclusion,"e he said, "that the poets
and the novelists are wrong. It is
the man who suffers l Look at my
grey heirs!" -
"'It fs •only the art of .my maid," site,
said,. smiling,. "which co'noesls ' mitlo.
'1)o not let me. talk of the past at All;
'to ,think'thatcwe lined ,so• long ago 'is,
poshtiveiy o•pllalling,r".
He shook Pis head 'gently.• •
"Not so appalling," hetansweted "he-
•tile thought ofetow long tee still have.
;.to Ares 1.One.reierets ono's youth as a
matter=sof course, but ,the prospect bf,
'old 'ewe is inure terrible still`! •Lucky
:those men ,and those' ieoumee who live.
and Hien die. It is tlia-t interregnum--.
'the level,' monotonous ple•in of advance
ing• old ago, when one takes the wat-
ers at Carlsbad *Inti! locks askancew 4t;
the: entre —tbre 1. ' as to.
t;is wliai.t one h
dread. To� watch our' em"an' degenera
Cori, the chroppiitg;:sew y,of our ener-
gles, the declineof .oris tngte—vvlsy,the
tortures at Ilse lugnisltlon leers trifles
to'it1" ,
She s'budder,ed;. •u little.
"Yet paint old age. le, dreairy col-
'
olr' firs," she sitid.
• "I?pafnt,it a.•s•'ft Hoist seem to MeV
w•ho. have ,i,ept • the kernel of';life be-.
tween their teeth," he answered care-
lessiy.."To the • itllei'rs : avoll,, one cares
little,, about there:, -Meet. mep aril Iike
cowss they a,se'•dotltented iso loil,g as
they are. fed. 1'o' that -class X. dare sunh
olriagetna,v see�pu,tn,'nniitorirXethlnp of rt rest,
I:•lut neither yI • are; skirl " t
them,"
. •'
""'oft `talk .asyou' alwit•ys telked,".
she sis.lti: "Mr. Sabina its velo', Iike----4."
IIs stopped her.
""Mr,•. Sabin; fly ,yoti leaser";.he o.e
elalsned.tel anm particlilrlc anxlol s to '
preserve 'My' incognito ;Itisti now,' Evbr'"
•
sinee we' met yesterday I have; been
regretting that I did not ovation it
to you—I do riot wish it to be known
that I am In England."
"Mr.. Sabin it strait be, then," she
answered ; . "only if I were you I
wou
name.ld "have chosen a more musical
-
"1 wonder—have you, by chance
spoken of me to your son ?" lie asked.
"It, is only by'chance that I have
not," she admitted, ""1 have scarcely
teen hire alone to -day, and lie was out
last evening:Oleo you wish to remain
Mr. Sabin to liim, also?" •
"To
erect.him particularly," Mr. Sfibin de
-
Lady'"young men ase seldom • cies-
"
Lady Deringham smiled.
"ttolfenderi is not a• gossip," she re-
marked ; "in fact, I believe he is gener-
ally considered too reserved."
"For ,the present, nevertheless," he
Bald, "lt mo remain Mr. Sabin to liim
alsat•I do not ask you this without a
purpose." ••
Lady Deringhnm bowed her head.
Tills man had a right to ask her more,
than such slight favors.
"You sire still," she said,' "a man of
mystery and incognitos. You are still,
I suppose, a plotter' of.great schemes.
Ip ;the old days you used to terrify me
almost ; are you ,still .as daring ?"
"Alas' no,",,•hes, answered.' ""Time is
rapidly drawing me towards the great
borderland, .and when my foot is once
planted there' I shall carry out '-my'
theories 'and snake Amy. bow , to the
world with.the pest grace a man may
whose .life has been one long chorus of
disappointments •No 1''I have retired
from the great stage; inine ,is nese
only a passive occupation. One returns
always, you$now, an'd in a mild way
I have returned to the literary ambi-
tions of my youth. It is in connection,
by the bye, with tilts that I arrive
at thefavor- which you so kindly
promised to grant me." •
"If you knew, 1'ietor,"•she said, "how
grateful I feel owards you, you would
not 'hesitate to ask me anything with-
in my power, to grant."
Mr. •Sabin toyed with his stick and
gazed steadfastly into the fire. He was
pensive for several minutes; then,
with the air of a man who suddenly
detaches himself from' a not •unpleas-
ant trate of thought, he .looked up
with 'a smile. '
"I atn••not going to tax you very
severely," he said. "I am writing a`
critical paper on the armaments of the
world for• a European review. I had
letters, of introduction to Mr. C., and
he gave me a great deal.of valuable
information: There wero one or two
points, 'however, on which he was
scarcely ,clear, and in the' course of
conversation he mentioned• your hus-
band's name as being tho greatest liv-
ing authority upon those pointe. He
offered to give me a letter to liim, but
I thought it would perhaps' scarcely
be wise" I fancied, too, you might be
inclined, for reasons which we need
not enlarge upon, to help Inc."
Fora simple request .Lady Diering-
ham's manner of receiviig it was cer-
tainly strange; she was suddenly
white almost to the li0s. A. look of
Ztosittee fgas b ;as iii '.nil eyes. ' The
fry{ tortliality, the absolute kindll-'
Hess with which she had welcomed her
visitor was gone. She' looked at him
with now eyes'; •the old mistrust was
born again. Once more he was the man
to be feared and dreaded above a.11
other men ; ' yet she would .not give
way altogether. He was watching her
narrowly, and she made a brave ef-
fort to regain her composure.
""But, • do you not know," she said,
hesitatingly, "that'• my husband is a
great invalid ?It Ise, very'painful sub-
jeet for ali•'of usa;1ut eve fear that his
mind le not what it used to be. 1I0 has
never been the same man since that
awful night in; the. Solent. His work is
more of a hobby with him ; it would'
not be at ail' reliable' for reference."
"Not all of. It, certainly;" he assent-.
ed. "Mr. 0. explained that to me. What
I want is an opportunity to discrim-
inate. ,some would be' very useful to
me—the majority, of course, worse
thaie useless. The particular informa-
tion which I want cencerns the st
tural 'd'efdate in some of the new 1
tleships" It would save an inure
amount of time to get this sueeinc
She looked away from. him, still
tated.
" There aro
inured ; "serious,
•has an' extraor
value of his ow h
always haunted
should break i p
He would not glance
at them ; and t closely
guarded for here
without his k ever
away himself, keepers
is stationed O
'"7;he wit of Sabin
said, softly, "]
'"Providing a Ing-
ham said, "that ing.
I do not understandans.
]Jo you know this
There have by
strangers to b husband's
room. Only a f strang-
er came here letter
of'•introduction cess
to the AdiniraInot.
'Orme to'•steal. my
husband's work for
the very pure e ow.
difficulties," she .
us, ones: My bus
dinars idea as to
n researches, and
by a fear lest sem
n and steal his pa
suffer me to
he room is too
mo to take you t
knowledge. He is n
and one of the
outside."
a woman," Mr.
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BRAIDING AND TBR OWING A LASSO.
• A good rawhide lariat costs from
,eight to • twenty-five dollars and is
therefore rather too expensive for
the .average boy, but oven if it were
within his reach it would be of little
use to him, for the regulation lasso
,is from forty to fifty feet long, and
'far too heavy for a beginner to
handle. There is perhaps no posses-
sion of the cowboys' More subject to
variation than his lasso ; what is ex-
. actly suited to one seems altogether
Unfitted for•another, and without his
own partienilar style of rope a man
loses half his efficiemey. I shall, there-
fore, in this article, suggest several
styles of rope, and each boy must
select the one which seems best adapt-
ed to him.
Ordinary clothesline does not make
a good lasso. It is rough and raw and
frays too easily. If, however, clothes-
line is experimented with, use the slip
noose shown in figure 1, or better,
splice the rope back as shown•in fig-
ure .3. Linen tape may be braided
into' a splendid rope, and even cot-
ton tape is an improvement on
clothenlir-e. Good, smooth cord will
make a very fair lasso. Figure 5
shows a, five -strand braid, which is
very strong and pliable. Take alter-
nately each outside strand and cross
it over the two following strands. The
four -'strand cording shown in Figure
0, to my mind, gives a. better 'shap-
ed rope than the one just described.
The diagram itself is the best de-
scription I can give of four -strand
cording. Arrange them as shown, each
strand under '.the one next
to it, and then pull them tight,
twenty-five feet is the best len
a beginner. To make the loo
braided rope fasten the end b
means of the endless tie sltowh
ure 1. When the winding is oo
ed putthe end (BI through th
(0) and pull the end (A) un
loop and end• have entirely thea
ed beneath the• coil. Then cut
end (A) and the endless tie its
plete. In order to Braver the ro
smoothly- cover the loop' with c
or some other strong clot
drown in figure 4.
Peal rawhide ropes are burl
derground for some two, week
afterwards greased with '
tanow to make them pliable.
weeks underground will not im
a, linen or hemp rore, but the,
ing I would strongly advise; o
careful where you hang up your
when not using it, for grease
very penetrating quality.
The art of throwing a lariat
not be reduced to rule. No ter
do it alike. If you ask a cow
teach you he will say that ever
must learn to do it for himsel
practice. He will be . quite wild.
Show you how he throws the
but his style. will be 'quite diff
from the very next cowboy you
and is certain to be entirely diff
from the method . you finally' a
The illustration shows the' char
istic position assumed at the mo
of delivery ; but it can oinly sug
practice 1s the only master wh
teach lasso throwing.
band scarcely ever leaves the room. !
He works there with a revolver by
his side. If he were to find a stran-
ger near his work, I believe that he
would shoot llI'm without hesita•
-
tion."
" At night time "--
At night time he usually sleeps
there in an anteroom, and outside
there is a man always watching
;12r. *?bin looked thoughtfuL
"It- is e'nly necessary," he said,
" for me tU .-fie in the room for
about ten . minutes, • and I zto- not
'need to carry anything away ; my
memory, will. serve me for all that
I require. By some means or other
I must kayo that ten minutes.
" You must risk your life," Lady
Deringham said, "-for I cannot sug-
gest any plan; I would help you if
I could, btrt I am powerless."
" I must have that ten minutes,"
Mr. Sabin said slowly.
"Must 1" Lady Deringham raised
her - eyebrows. There was a subtle
change hi the tone of the man, a
linnet ars' I the ,HIG
the
ice,''
full
can
rife
o
our-
tell"
a1"
oe mus ,e made to leave
",By force?" ;T
"If necessary," Mr. Sabin answer-
ed coolly.
Lady Deringhatn raised her hand
to her i'Qreheaad and eat thinking.
Tho man's growing earnestness be.
wildered her. What was to be done
—what could she say ?. After all he
was not changed ; the old fear of
him was creeping through her veins,
yet she made iter effort.
" You want those papers for some-
thing more than a magazine arti-
cle," she declared. " There is some-
thing behind all this 1' Victor, I can-
not help you ; I am powerless. I will
take no Burthi anything which I
cannot understand."
Ho stood up, leaning a little upon
his stick, the dull green stone of
which flashed brightly in the fire-
light.
" Yon will help me," he said slow-
Iy. " You will let me into that room
at night, and you will see that your
husband is not there, or that he
does not interfere. And as to that
magazine article, you aro right I
What if it were a lie! I do not fly
at small game. Now, do you under-
stand ?"
(To be Continued.)
•
at/
Only yesterday my, son began to take
the same interest in the same thing.
The whole of, this morning he spent
with his father, under the pretence of
helping. him ; really he was studying
and eamining for himself. Ile has not
,tq'Id me .what it is, but -he has a
reason for this; he, too, has some
' suspicion.: Now you come, and your
mission is;,t ,e same. ,What does, it all
mean,? I will write to Mr. C. myself;
he will cosi•° gown and advise me."
t "I would not do that if I were you,"
,Mr. `Sabin,: said, quietly, "Mr. C.
' would not thank you to be dragged
drown here on such an idle errand."
"Ath, het would it be an idle er-
rand? she said, slowly. Victor; be
frankwith me. I should hate to re-
fuse anything you asked me. Tell me
what, it means. Is my husband's work
of • any real value, and, if so, to whom
and 'for what purpose ?"
fir. ,Sabin was gently distressed.
"My dear Lady Deringham," he said,
"1 have told eau the exact truth.
I, want to get some statistics for. my
paper. Mr. C. himself recommended me
to ,try' and .get • trhem. from your has -
band.; that is absolutely:, all. As for
this attempted' robbery of which -y*ou
•w'eretelling me, believe me when I
•a'ssuxe . y'ott 'that.. I kuolw nothing
whatever. about it, Y'eeir son's inter-
est • is, after all, only natural. The
;study ,of 'the 'papers on which your
husband;hs been engaged is' the only
reasenaible' test qi his sanity. p'ank-
ly, I cannot ;: believe that anyone in
Deed Dexiit haria s mental state could
produce any work likely te be of the
'slightest permanent vette"
y The Countess sighed.
"I suppose that I' meet believe you,
Victor, she -s its ,,' yet, riotwithstand-
ing •ail that you say, I do not know
"how, • to thelp ..you -•- my, has.
Funny Folks.
• Johnnie Paw, what is a sine-
cure ? Parent—.A sinecure, my son, is
a job where a fellow gets a big sal-
ary for working overtime at noth-
ing.
. Promoter—Now you furnish the
capital and I will furnish, the esperi-
anec, understand ? Wary Magnate—
Perfectly. I bought some experience
several years ago on that same ''basis.
She• -Oh; I have no doubt you love
ine ; but your love lacks the supreme
touch—unselfishness,
"What makes you say that ?".
"You admit. it. You want me for
yourself alone, you say,"
•
Gladys—Ferdy says 'he talks •e,11
night in his sleep. Edith -Oh, well,
he sleeps all day in his talk, so what's
the difference ?
!The two Ii'onsebreakers had nearly
eorne to blows.
"You promised to divide with' me,
and you're keeping everything," oom-
ptained one. .
"NO, I'm not keeping everything,"
replied th'e other."rni not keeping
my promise,'" ri g
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BLACK. . GREEN. MIXE
PROFIT IN OSTRICH FARMS.
New Zealand is Entering ;Upon t1
Industry on a, Large' Seale. •
Very remunerative in ostrich fern
lug, which, fora considerable tins
followed in ' California" has now bee
introduced into New Zealand. Fit
hundred of the birds are now, on Oil
farm, of the Messrs. Nathan, e
Whitford Park, a abort distend
from Auckland. All the steps it til
industry, from the hosting of 't1i
birds to ;the. dressing, - dyeing an
mounting of the plumes, are Barrie
on at, this establishment.
The mana,get••states that an a.dul
bird requires about the same amours
of attention as a sheep, and the
the ostrich consumes about twice fa
quantity -of grass needed by a. 'sheei
The birds' become dividend poy"'ii
invostnigntS when they are abovtt I
months old, after which age they of
;clipped every eight months. The fel
triers arse teorth from $3.75 to $64
per pound, the after dressing inerett
ing the value enormously..
The male and female birds maned
the ,tucubatot of the eggs betwer
tbem,,taking four-hour watches ea
'I;io his share of this duty the ns,
ostrich adds the labor of turning in
eggs. The chicks aro Band fed, 1
with ,those of the ordinary fart)
yardfowl, and aro reared withol
seribus loss.
A well kmorwn edi ah;tor coiekle,
the, ability to decipher obscures hen
wrlthcg promptly and accurately 1
an excellent test of general itttell
gonae-
l%01li'nstone NOnnoss--Did, She' gl
yona , good meal ?
Hungry IZurryup—yes but g
, , s11e
Telnet o' huffy whe% I got throrlgh iI
‘tt,sked 'tor a finger bowl"
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