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Exeter Advocate, 1901-4-18, Page 6WICKED GIRL BY MARY CECIL thirds", ---with a bi11iut blus o it meant to express an -apology Lor speaking to you of yo -I4 oW4 "Oh, you need, not Mind r,11,a-t. The late head of my family lied an co- alicd averslea to me, and as 1 never souldbeer to be behind Miles inany- thing, I. kept .up .with him in 'hatred: toe.'' "Yee you have chosen to stay here?" He read more in the question than her natural shrpriee, but of course could not knew thatsher voice W.0,5 stirred by a. wild hope that he might be here for theeamepurpose as her- self, and that he toomight be de- voting himself to the: discovery of Miles Basset's murderer. . "I am a writer," he Said,. tersely; "I Cant, write here as well as else- where. The ,explanation he'd crushed her hope for the moment, but it had given her a happy feeling, as if warm ray froni her old lifa had touched her. Are you really? I knowso many men who write, But theri"-hesitatieg—"that is in the heart of the busy world. Is it peitsible that"—she paused deepin wonder; ite her eyes took in the quiet scene, for she was too young yet to breath its rest—"you can, compose here. 1 should have thought-,-" , The rich, half -laughing voice in- terrupted her. "And you would have been quite right. Men with, bhaites need to rub them 9ccasionally, kgainSt: Others-. I 'tdon't, because' ; have none. When I want to evolve I anything put of my head, I screw it 1 up in a vinegar bandage. If you 'ever !chance to meet me, you'll think Fin Lazarus corning forth. I think it right to prepare you, ,for I'm se ac- customedto loneliness. I shall be 'sure to forget the possibility of en- ' countering you," "I shall be prepared," she said, Without the laugh he had 'no:ant to ;Provoke, without even a smile. She !certainly was conscious of wonder- ing whether she should find she knew his books, and whether he Would ever speak to her of them, but still her strongest desire was to learn from him facts that had nothing to do with his writings. "Was Mr. Basset a man who would be likely to have enemies'?" she ask- ed, making a. new attempt. "You mean beside his cousin?" "Oh, yes.'' - "I should say that if any spirit were left in his younger brother, he was Miles's enemy too." "How dreadful!" "Yes. Things generally are." "I was thinking to-day"—the cart was so surely though slowly reaching the mill, that Derry, feeling that her vanishing opportunities must be grasped and made the most of, was hurriedly • trying .a new be- ginning, "what an .unusual name his sister has. Don't you think Prim- rose a beautiful naane?" "Perhaps it is: For myself I don't go in for primnesS when I can get the rose without it." , "She is very lovely, is not she?" "Yes, in a steel engraving sort of way.'' "Did. her brother love her?" "Presumably. At least I do not see why we 'should imaghae he did not. But—presumably, also—he .better loved another very pretty girl —painted on ivory—to whinin he, was to be married in a few weeks' time. Poor fellow! Poor girl!" "You mean Ella Hope? Youknow her then?" "Yes, I know Miss Hope a little, She suits me. I find it saves so much wear and tear to know exact- ly before hand what a girl will Say.. There are times when, she is a little. wearisome, but that is net my own fault, because I have not comfort- ably ascertcuined whether she affects unaffectedness, or only as a vacuum where affectation ought to be." She does not affect anythingfihe is always good and natural," cried Derry, her eyes ablaze. 'But I de- serve this for iny persistent .ques- tioning of you. She is my sister." "Is she?" asked the young man composedly.. "I said she was very pretty, and she Is." , "But you also said what,was not true.". "I often 'do. Here is the house. see Mrs. Frayd has ceme to the door to welcome you, ::Misa--•;--Hope. Try always to ;invent some plausible diversion at her earliest : full, , stop, for I ,assure. you the Ancient . Mariner was a reticent party 'compared with Mrs. Frayd, Ah!" . The gate into the mill inclosure had , been opened for them .by, dressed, middle-aged man; who had been le,aning on it, and: who raised his hat as they passed through, di- recting an, interrogatory glance , at Mr. Basset. "All right,". that gentleman ob. served. "'I. will ,stroll back here and speak to ycia." • "That," he tersely explained to Derry, "is a detective." "Oh, 1 am so gla,d.," she cried, "Then .people are .doing 'something- to discover the truth. It is my one great, absorbing desire." "What a. pity," Inziiy,-as thc.. porn, walked to the door;' "women --7: es- pecially .girls, and more especially frank girls 'are not cut out for that sort of thing. 1: would drop -ail thotight of itif I were you. Take my advice-. though Why on :earth should ' you t4ke my - advice? -_--- and don't tronblaSkeitie':Yonng .head with Such horrors.'': I must ahe answered with grave steadfastness, "It IS right." "Oh the contrary, it is Wrong," was the serene reply. "I Shall lift to finger to help those idiots." "If I were anian,. I Would never test tili the neurdeter• is punished,"' she Oiled,- fully aware,' next moment what ample excuse he Would have for .at hee.,impatieriti: worth- less words, But he did net Stine. She eVen fancied that his eYeS had an anxious light in there When lie coolly lifted her froin the little cert. "Olt, Miss 'Ope, I haVd been so upset," ejaculated Derry'landlady, leading her .in-dOeit... been Warning, Myself for not having told Mrs. rates about it, but really She gave Me no Utile, She waS in OnOlt 'itrry.,t6 'get haek to is YOU sea, Atne,e,had.'.te Meet Mr, •BASSet by that traiils anO. ui My' litt10 , _ car - h rlagg only 'olds two, 0 course A11103 had to give up his place, I Was SO S0117, It was suet: a pity to have you put out so, just OD your first evening, "But why are you sorry?" asked the girl, wondering to herself whetiV er she could really have been put out, and whether that aecounted for it all. "Because, you see, Miss 'Ope" in lowered tones — "Mr. Basset is constant smoker, and 1 fejt, you mightn't like nearly four utiles of tobacco. And more than that" — in lower, and more concentrated tones ----"he does so 'ate WOLT1-1adies." "1 see," the girl said, with per- fect comprehension. "les, I see," she said again to her- self, half an hour later, as she look- ed from the window. For she saw. Steven Basset, his brown head bare, and a brown pipe in his moeth, lean- ing lazily against the gate as he lis- tened to the detective, evidently re- veling in the fact that his companion was not a woman. (cowls:Num) Sion — not to mention my antece dents, and my ambition in taking 'this seat instead ee Amos." "1 beg your pardon for not listen i'ng to you. Who is Amos?" -The factotum of Harraek's Bea eon, where 1 have billeted myself ,People call it Harrack's to save "I am going to lodge fliere," 'It, struck her afterward that /she had expected him to say ;he was delighted, because it was ;such a surprise when he merely in - ;quire, i with tranquility what she supposed she should find to do at ,Harrack'e Deacon. "What do you do?" “Ie Heaven knows. Sleep is a great resource," "Indeed it is," with readiness. "I am happily a sleepy person. Why is q't called Harrack's Beacon?" "There used to be a church on the spot, and sailors knew its tower as ,one of the Channel Deacons. Long years ago the reigning Atheling blew up the old church, that he might 'have a pretty site—separate 'from ithe Tower, yet within reach of it -- to build a church for an imbecile child and his attendants. "There always seemed a curse upe on the house, though, and 'at last none of the Athelings would live • there, and they sold it. One and an- other tried it, and gave it up 'after sore distress, until. Harrack—who- ever he may have 'been—bought 'it and hopefully raised a windmill close to it. All sorts of things happened to that mill ,that never happened to 'any other, until the sails were gone, as well as Harrack's business, and the white mill stood useless. But then it became a beacon., as the old church tower had been, and from tnat time things grew better, and every one knew that Barrack had appeased the devil by this human- itarian use of his mill." . -Should you have fancied," she asked, "the devil would have troubl- ed himself to resent the destruction of a house Of prayer?" , "A man may fancy, but the fact re - Mains. Ile did, and was only con- soled by this humanitarian use of the mill. You see we haven't been understanding him yet. To this day if any Atheling enters the mill, he collies in the form of a huge black- bird a,nd fetches him on her way." 'But their are no Athelings now." "Not in name, but quite enough of the old stock still." . -What a good. thing • we are uot Athelings, as we stay in Harrack's Deacon." ''It is good—for you," he said, looking straight before him. "Who lives --I do not mean lodges —at Harra.ck's?" "Mrs. Frayd. May we oblige each other by avoiding the palpable pun and assume, without saying so, that she is always afraid—of that thing of evil, whether bird or devil?" "Who elite?" '.'Penkus—Woredsievorth eve•ote for Iter, if you recollect—'A child with a most knowing eye.' Shall I put you out of your suspense by giving you the information I have had to slowly acquire? She was baptiz...d Pentecost. Then there is the facto- tum Amos Pickett, from -whom 1 so cruelly parted you in Thawton, and —there it is," pointing with his whip to where the ivy-covered trunk of a disused wind -mill stood upen the height. ''We have to turn abruptly up to it from Dewring. The gradual ascent keyond is the Tower." At the mention of that word the girl suddenly began to be aware that she had wasted a valuable opportun- ity. "Is the Tower far from Bar - rack's?" she asked, her voice act- ually tremblieg ih her anxiety to re- trieve the loss of time. "I -thought so until I found that bn the night of the murder at the Tower the din of the alarm -bell there Was not heard at Harrack's. I sup - Pose the wind was against it." "I should think," shuddering, "you Were glad you did not hear it." "I came to Dewring next day." "Then you were not in the neigh- borhood at the time of the murder?" "Not at Harrack's," he answered, so briefly that her cheeks burned; yet for all her sensitive pride, she turn- ed round to him with a look of quiet iletermination. "Do you object to hearing of -- that?" "Why should I?" he asked, turn- ing also and looking her square in the eyes. . And there and then she made up Eier mind that this was a really ugly team with hollow cheeks and untidy hair, and eyes that were fierce as well as in -"elancholy. It was not up - til she had the sun to aid her scru- tiny that she discovered how. 'with all its lines ---and they were not a few for a man of thirty-five—there kvas no single line of weakness in the tugged face, and that at all times tevert Basset had that indescribable air of breeding which no man can counterfeit. "Are they it proud family-- arra- tante I mean, and likely to offend people?" sho asked, feeling her Way Etnxiously, not to waste the precious tninutes :they should occupy itt Mounting the steep lane tip which— lterhaps for the la2,y pony's' sake, perhaps for her own, in any case to Ihe girl's delight—her driver was patting the pony creep as he stronld.: "Surely you will allow they ought to be, as they can bear their crest, anon their cap of maintenance. You tinderstand?" 'Of eourse." arn glad of that. I can't say "You don't like them?" ask -ed the girl, gravely. • "Them! Would , you sweep the kehOle fartily away in one liking? !onfess to a sneaking affection for rlyself, and I are one Of theni." "Ohl" "That tone strikes Inc as very ex- 6ressivp; but what does it eXpress, I may aSk?'1- PART III. CHAPTER T. Derry's cheeks were blushing under the wintery morning's ' kiss, when,. after an early run, she reached the; top of the,steep lane up to Harraek's Peaeon, and, making her pace more decorope through the inclosure, stop- ped at the 'door by which she remem- berecyeaaing .her rebni; -Its upper half' was glass, serving the purpose of a window, its lower half painted in a dingy shade of chocolate, and she remembered -what -an obstinate objection ithad niade to open, and how she had wrestled with it before starting. Now she •was glad she had left it unlatched,' and, passing in, she did not trouble „herself to wrestle inside, but left it again ajar. She had returned to breakfast by the hour she had ordered it, but forget- ting all about the meal, she stood before the fire, thinking how little she had accomplished 'by that morn- ing investigation. "Yet," she said, in her thoughts, as she threw down her muff and gloves, holding her palms to the blaze though she was in a glow, 'I surely couldn't have ex- pected to find people standing thickly about these forsaken roads on pur- pose to deal out information to me, which others have sought in vain. Well, I've seen how the Tower lies from here, and I've had two little conversations, and I must be con- tent --- so far." The morning air had given her an appetite, yet, standing on the rug, she began lazily to wonder why Mrs. Frayd should, even in her, lodger's absence, have changed, for a certain oblong mirror, with a green gauze veil shrouding the frame, which last night had crowned the mantel -piece, an illustration of various' . admirals on board ship, ' all obviously, dying through the rigidity of their shirt - frills. Had she, Derry, been so bar- barous as to utter aloud any of the melancholy thoughts which had pos- sessed her, when she bad caught her face in that looking -glass, and seen it aged into three times, her twenty- two years, and as green as the veil over the frame? Assuredly she had never intended to hurt Mrs. Frayd's feelings by suggesting any alteration in the room, yet the glass had dis- appeared and in its stead hung this cluster of dying officers. Then she ben to realize that the chimney or- naments had been changed too, for her glance fell upton one which she was certain she could not have over- looked on the precious evening --a photograph of Mrs. Frayd, smiling blandly out of, a cheap and showy frame.. Derry amused herself by prac- ticing an hantation of this candid grin, until her thoughts had wander- ed from it down so many little side- ways, that she had forgotten all about it, when she became suddenly and startlingly aware of another new ornament on the mantel -shelf, a short brown pipe. Even before her first alarm had shaped itself to her, sho turned and scrutinized the room. The truth was clear in a moment. This was not her room at all, Too much shocked to see the humor of the position, or to be as fully grateful as she presently would be that she had left the door ajar, she crept noiselessly away; and that blush the morning air had given her , was almost pallor compared with the red that scorched her cheeks as, on her way to a similar door a few, yards higher Up, she be- came, aware of a figure strolling with most suspicious unconsciousness -- quite too conspicuous to be natural. --in a direction markedly away front the, adjoining. door. Entering the haven of her own room, she rat down before the old looking -glass: in its veiled frame, with a feeling of gratitude too profound even to nllovv- her to smile. During breakfast her mind, was 'deeply exercised between two rdesires---not to betray her faux Pas to Mrs. Frayd; if that lady were not already aware of it ---and not to attempt to concealment if she -were. When the Meal was oven, and her landlady was taking away the things,. Derry looked at her again and again trying to read the, truth, but the WOnian'scount6ntance was a blank—it had even no memory of, the photograph's smile!—and ,lier monologue, though blandly continu- ous, betrayed no knowledge of any abnormal step her lodger had taken. When it came to the.last minute, and Mrs. Frayd, still talking. fluently, was replacing with mathematical precision, on :the round table, two hair mats' which might have been Indian scalps, Derry's patience conld hold out no longer, and he told of her mistake, , "Yes, miss, I know," observed Frayd, equably. "I-Iow?" gasped Derry, her desire to laugh battling with her desire to turn out her ,landlady. "I saw Mr, Baeset walk in there and come out, again like a Shot, and so quiet, and he told nee not to ge in; I knew by that, miss," For one moenent the girl's cheek bternecl again, seeing in this a proof of consideration for her feelings; in the next her landlady ruthletsly ex- plained: "It's such, a pity he ,.%.ites wom--ladies; isn't it?" think," remarked. Derry, hoe ••(ro 15latilfTiNtfen,) SELECTING A HORSE. POINTS FOS GUIDANCE IN CHOOSING A STALLION. Getteral Dwaine Characteristics to ne Considered Concerning the Dead and Ear—QualitY Better Tliuu Size. The buyer seeking to provide himself with a horse to breed either to his own mares or to those of his neighbors for fees must not rest content with finding one that is sound or nearly so and large boned. There are many other points in which the horse must excel if lie is to prove a satisfactory breeder, says The Breeder's Gazette. A few of these points have been mentioned previous- ly, but in closing this series of articles it will be well to cover some of them once more. To begin with, the stallion must look like a stallion. Some really good breed- ing horses have had effeminate necks PRINCE GOODWIN, CLYDESDALE. Zind heads --old Holland Major is a case in point—but as a rule it is the horse with a stallion' lc, bend and pres. ence that stamps his own image on his progeny. The neck must be properly set into a pair of sloping shoulders to give it and the head the right "set." The head ought not to be too small nor should tbe enesbe too fine. Tbe droop- ing piglike ear is to be avoided, but if a horse has a big ear that sits up prop- erly when cocked and does not droop when in rest he should not be faulted for it. The little fine pointed ear set close to , its mate and right on top of the head is as bad as the "sow lug" and always comes with a narrow forehead betoken- ing a braialess animal prone to rash- ness and meannesses of all kinds. Get ' a horse with a good, bony, sensible head, mom nen , but rol c, iarge eye, broad forehead and ears of fairly large size well set forward and looking to round out a harmonious whole. The neck must be well risen. If it is not— that is, if the crest is lacking—the will not look altogether like a stal- lion. On the other hand, avoid too thick and "bully" a neck. There must be length to the neck corresponding to the range of the body. The very short necked horse, though of good size him- self, Is apt to beget too many chunks and too few drafters. These particulars are gone into so fully for the reason that the writer has heard a lot of nonsense and Many false ideas voiced by purchasers of stallions. Many of them seemed to be looking for deformed animals—stallions with the heads of 1,200 pound geldings. This will not do at all. The bead must be in every way proportionate to the body or -the animal will lack sense in some way, and when a stallion does that he ipsronpoetrtoy.nly undesirable, but dangerous It is not so much the intention to de- scribe in detail the points that go to make up the good horse as to suggest certain things that are essential to the good breeder. Along this line let us say first that the stallion with a weak and narrow loin is to be religiously tabooed. He will never prove a success, and the entire world is defied to show i good breeding horse weak in his loins. A lone* back is not necessarily a weak one, but as a rule weakness of loin goes with length of back and lightness of - flank. Again, avoid the horse with the latter fault, a light flank. To this are always joined short back ribs. The horse formed in that way will turn out a poor feeder, a hard keeper and liable to attacks of colic and ,kindred trou- bles. Get a stallion with an ample bread basket—plenty of space in which to put his three or four cir"tive meals a day and take perfect care of them after he gets them tucked away. Look well to the width behind. A horse that is fairly broad on top and then slopes gradually inward to his gaskins is a bad one. A few horses are in mind right now that otherwise were very good, but were entirely spoiled by being too light In the thighs. This fault seems to run in families to a very great extent and comes back and back, so that it must be guarded against and bred against whenever practicable. As before noted, the stamp and style of the horse are the prime requisites after size enough has been found. We will emphasize the statement that if the horse is big and sound or practical- ly so he will do the purchaser no good tmless be is of the right kind. Never bay a great big rough brute simply be- cause be is big,. Regarding pedigree, any horse that is registered in any of the recognized stud books of the ptesent •day may be ac- cepted as well enough bred to act as an Improving agent it he is individually what is wanted. Visited Voir Its Dinner. "Lookhr• over nay neighbor's fence one day," says a lover of animals, ''l was surprised to see on his doorstep these queer companions: A beautiful white sea gull and my neighbor's pet ent sitting quietly together. ' Becoming interested, I jumped the fence and asked Jones about his feath- ered pet. Ile told me that some boys had shot the gull a few days before and broken its wing, and as thaY were passing his house be noticed the Poor, suffering thing ana bought it. He ban- daged the broken wing, and the gull, seeming to understand his kind inten- tions,, became quite tame and nestled its pretty bead against his hand. "Jones entertained me by showing how the gull usually took his meals. Bringing a plate of oysters and a fork, he called Goosey, goosey, gooseyr and the bird came running to him. Thea he held out no oyster on the fork and the gull seized it quickly with its yel- low bill and ate it as demurely as if oysters had been served to it in this way all of its days. "The oddest thing occurred one day When my uel,glihor gave the gull seine small pieces of meat for dinner. He placed the meat on the ground near the gull, but the gull, espying a pan of. water near by, took the meat 'piece by piece and, walking over, dropped it into the water. Then, true to its na- ture, it began fishing for its dinner." I.,ast Cargo of Slaves. Captain Foster Was the commander of the slave ship Clotilda that brought the last cargo of slaves to the United States. The trip. was made only after many thrilling scenes requiring weeks Neting and dangerous exploits. Just before the north and south engaged in war Captain Foster built the Clotilda and announced that he would make a trip to the gulf of Guinea despite the fact that United States war vessels had burned and sunk the ships of many who tried the voyage. He was warned repeatedly of the dangers attached to such an under- taking, but he equipped his ship and sailed He reached the African coast after going out of his course many times and t remained along the coast for a month. He succeeded in getting 100 negroes on board before he was detected by the watchful vessels of the United States. Feeditig gaga In Fingland• Hogs in England are given a great variety of feeds—potatoes, tinalips, car- rots, beets, peas, beans, barley- and oats. Tile grain is either steamed or ground and the vegetables usually cooked and mixed with swill. Grasses and clovers are cut arid fed (luring Summer tittle. English hogs tend mare to the bacon ' type than 'do those raised in America. If lean meat Is wantetl, We must feed a greater variety, and sp• tect muscle forming .foodS., He was pm -sued, but easily outdis- tanced his pursuers, and two months later arrived in Mobile bay with his human cargo. A steamboat met the slaveship during the night, and the negroes 'were transferred in order to avoid the custom house officials. Cap- tain Foster set his vessel on 'fire and passed through Mobile without being .• • hunted for him for months, but he eluded them until the close of the war, when he retired from the sea. Tipping the Butcher. Did you ever buy your own steaks ancl get the, worst in the shop, nearly every time? An old friend has had that misfortune, and he is always will- ing to pay two or three cents more a pound than any other customer. Hav- ing listened calmly to his tale of woe, inquired 11 he had acquired thc practice of tipping the butcher: Tip- ping the butcher? No! He thought ' • ' • two or three cents more a pound. "That offer," I tried to explain, "goes to the proprietor direct, or his block man thinks you are trying to make a thief of him by Inducing him to bold out for hhnself the. It wili never work. "Just say to your cutter: 'See here, old chap, I've been dissatisfied with my steaks for some time. Come out and take a drink, anti tell me how to select good meat.' He's too busy. Then slip a dime into his Mad and say, 'Have a glass of beer when you get out,' or a quarter and say, 'Have a smile with mc. when you have time.' Repeat this performance and presently your steahs are the dclbgbt In the busiest private market in New York it is the rule to tip the butchers. You can get nothing fit to eat with- out it." Not an Educated Dog. ' In the "Floresta Espanola" of Mel- chior de Santa Cruz the author has an anecdote of Cardinal Pedro Goncalez That prelate noticed that one of the priests in his retinue, a Biscayan, car- ried a short sword under his cloak. The cardinal reproved him and told him that it was wrong for a cleric to carry arms. The Biscayan replied that he carried the weapon to defend him- self if he were attacked hy a dog. The cardinal said that In case he saw a dog • running'at him he should begin to re- cite from the /gospel of St. John. The priest acknowledged that this was a good way, but held to the dagger, "be- cause there are some dogs who do not understand Latin." Two Ways of Welting. MrS. BibbS--I declare! You men can't write a letter unless you have a regu- lar desk, and office chair and big• blot- ting pad and I don't know what all. Mr. Bibbs—Yes, aud is woman may have a $200 writing desk, with every- thims, to mateh, and yet She'll sit down on a stool and write on an old book. lInde Sore of the Pie. A young girl who carried her dinner was observed to eat ter pie first. When asked why, she replied, "Well, if there's 'anything left It won't be the pie, will it new?" The typiral Moro is never unarmed. tIe fights equally well on foot, op horseback, in his fleet war canoe or in ilie water, for he swfinS like a fish and dives like is penguin. Before the discovery of sugar drInkS were sweetened with honey,„ TO STOP A FEUD. %Ike Only Way to 1{10;e Peace pe..; tvvnen dniklnlion and Robiatoon- As we sat smoking our pipes by thcp, fireplace I ventured to say to mine hot that I had heard of the feud between. the Johnsons and 'the Robinsons and asked him to tell me how it caMe about. He scratched his head and looked puzzled and finally said: forgot. Reckon it was about a dawg." d a mule of his "It's ,a good way hack, was "That's what I've heard—that youri dog chase feeding in front of your house. Robin- son got mad about it, you had higli words, and then the feud began evhiclit has lasted 18 years. Is it true?" "Ileckon that's the way of it," lie slowly replied. "There wasn't much in that to quar. rel about?" 4'13ut two or three people have killed on either side on account of it, I understand?" "Three on one side and two oa t'other," he answered after collating o0. his fingers, "and two more wounded." He seemed so calm and good na-, tured about it ;that' I thought I miglat goirlf3Iniretih' eerBfloi1 llit,adfotnel;a ita t you tllsd itekthis quarrel ought to be fixed up?" ' "Might be," he replied as he gazed In. to the tire in a blank. way. "Suppose, -for instane-e, that I volun.. te:e:kR•vioallway N1dy S::or e efluS you mediator?" ggest-that I go to work to bring peace between the twa fatuities?" The old man rose up and took the, tongs.a.m.1 replaced a brand which had fallen on the hearth and then sat down and asked: "Do you know where Robinson lives?", "Yes; three miles up the road." ••• "Kin you shute?" "Fairly well." "Waal, you take your gun and sot out fur Robinson's. Glt the hull crowd from the old man down to the last young un into the house tincl then fas- ten all the doors and begin poppin at threw the Ivinders. Keep it up till the last one has tuined up his toes 'and - when you come back with the newS, thar'll be an end to the quarrel, and we'll hey peace." AL Qu_A.D. 'What Be Wanted. "Now," said the celebrated designer who had been called in by the new bil- lionaire to talk over plans for a $500,- 000 yacht, "we have come to an under- standing concerning the size of the craft, but what about the bulwarks and hatchways "Bull works!" exclaimed MY. Wad- hams. "I don't want no bull works. This ain't a-goln to be no cattleshlp, and as for hatchways, gol durn it, I' don't want any of 'em aboard. Just, you see about is place fer a good big icebox and don't pay no 'tention to in- cubators or anything of the kind. No shicken on this boat! I want you to sinderstand, b'gosh, that I don't eat iothin cheaper'n quail with feathers on loNv'days."- Gave Dim Leave to Print. "Mildred," spoke the elder of the two. 4 .Ndth much sternness, "I have reason ta ,hink you still correspond with that worthless young Billiwink in spite of 111 your father and I have said." "Mother," returned the young wont - '0, meeting the maternal gaze with the fearlessness of conscious innocence, "I" have not had a scratch of a pen from him since you, bade me cast him off.", , Later, however, she said to herself, "If she had accused me • of getting' typewritten letters from him, though, she would have had me."—Chicago Tribune. The Real Thing. The Suitor ---Here, on in knees, 1 place this ring upon your finger. love goes out to you. The Coquette—But bow. do I know it is genuine? The Suiter—My love is as genuine as the blush on your cheek. The Coquette—Bother the . love! I mean the ring. Welcome Horne Hungry Higgins—De last time I vis- ited me old home dey gimme a public reception. Weary Watkins—Speeches? "On'y one. Judge he says '30 days.'" --Indianapolis Press. Ile Was Used to It. Mother—Willie, you really must g� to the dentiSt'S and have two or three teeth out. Little Totiatiale--And I s'pose when Willie's throng!). with 'em I'll have to use 'em! Gobbled the Ca911. 'nePOrtOr—I a/D told that your trust• ed cashier lias left, the bank? Bank I'resident--Did he? Thank: lleavenS we have the building to start ‘vith agalnl- Kttelv the Cense. Giggiet.on-;-I nearly died last night. , Parlzer—W131cli one of your joked Waar Xou tellIng?—Tit-Bits.