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Fcr Sale -A new organ at a bar
gain. Call at News office.
Mrs. S. Winbourne was at Ei
Dorado several days this week.
Miss Flora Cargill is home from
a visit with friends at Farmerville.
Mrs M. L. Phillips visited with
relatives near Strong several days
this week.
John Bershen has accepted a
position in Monroe and left Monday
to assume his duties.
W. R. Dickerson and family vis
ited with J. F. Poole and family at
Lapile last Sunday.
Mrs. C. C. Bell left Thursday foi
a month’s visit with her sister.
Mrs. A. Q. Seavy. at Millville.
If you have any real estate for
sale list same with C. A. Berry, o
Huttig. who will sell same for you
Agent D. A. Keasler spent a few
hours with his family at Ruston.
La., last Sunday and reports them
all well.
J. A. Woolley was excused from
further duty as a meinber of th»
petit jury last Saturday after serv
ing two weeks.
Oscar Woolley, foreman of th<
knowledge department at Camp
No. 1. was up to see his pa and ma
last Saturday and Sunday.
Office Hours on Sunday 8 tr
10 a. m., 2 to 4 p. m., at night
by special appointment,
adv Rr. Rushing. Dentist.
VV. L. Reagan. J. H. Knox. H.
W. Howell. W. T. Terrell, C. How
ard, T. J. Waits and C. B. Wood
were court visitors at El Dorado
Wednesday.
Tom and G. W. Green were at
Crossett Sunday attending the
funeral of the one-year-old baby
of their brother, G. 0. Green, which
died at that place Saturday eve
ning of cholera infantum.
A. G. Williams of El Dorado was
here this week filling T. J Breed's
place as cashier of the First Na
tional bank, while Mr. Breed is er
joying his vacation at Farmerville
and Bernice, La.
A. G. Fish, who was auditor for
the Union Saw Mill Co. here for a
number of years, but for the last
two years has been traveling for
them, arrived here Monday morn- i
ing and has taken the position of
superintendent of yards and ship
ping.
J. C. Phillips will leave next
week for Junction City to edit and
manage the Inter-State Press, a
new weekly paper to be published
there by himself and C. A. Berry,
they having purchased the plant of
the Junction City Democrat.
You will find on sale at the
Union Saw Mil company store,
the Union hotel and Bell's cream
parlor four different local post card
views in colors. If these sell well I
the publisher expects to add sev-l
eral other views to the list. They
will be sold at two for five cent.*.
Choice White Orpington eggs, j
$2 per setting, deliv^re J. Selected !
R I. Reds, $1 per setting. R. 1.
Red hens and roosters and White
Orpington cockerels for sale cheap
J. W. Thorne. Sadie, La.
Don't fail to come to Huttig
Monday. April 7. Everybody will
be here, so will Jones Bros. Shows.
They have all new features and
new ac*s, better than ever. 40 all
star performers. The best trained
d°gs. pomes, monkeys, goats and
elephants; an army of funny
clowns. See Topsy the wonderful
Juggling Elephant, and Capt. Her
beck fight the big Loin. Don’t
miss the great free outside exhibi
tion on show grounds in Rowland’s
addition at 1 and 7:30 p. m.
Saved dim.
It didn't kill me but I think it
would, if it had not been for Hunt’s
Cure. I was tired miserable and
well nigh used up when 1 com
menced using it for an old and se
vere case of eczema. One app'i
cation relieved me and box cured
me. I believe Hunt’s Cure wil!
cure any form of itching known to
mankind.
Clifton Lawrence. Helena, Ok!a
Sunday Services.
Services at Union church Sun
! day will be as follows: Sunday
school at 10 o'clock a. m.: preach
ing at 1 1 ar m. and at 7:30 p. m.;
3. Y. P. U. at 4 o’clock p m.
Everybody is urged to attend any
4 these services.
Rev. W. T. King. Pastor.
President Wilson is trying tc
make it clear that he will not ac
cept gifts of value or special favor*
if any sort from anyone. Th
ither day an admirer sent him a
azor strop mounted in gold but he
sent it back, and that is the course
which is being pursued with every
thing of the sort.
How Foolish.
To suffer from Skin Disease
[Itch. Eczema, Ringworm, etc j
when one 50c box of "Hunt Cure"
is passively guaranteed to cure o
your money promptly refunded
Every retail druggist in the state
stands behind this guarantee. Ask
your druggist and see the guaran
tee with each box. You don’t risk
anything in giving it a trial. adv
Beware of Ointments for
Catarrh That Contain Mercury
as mercury will surely destroy the sense
of smell anil completely derange the
whole system when entering it through
the mucous surfaces. Such articles should
never be used except on prescriptions
from reputable physicians, as the damage
they will do Is ten fold to the good you
can possibly derive from them. Hall's
Oitarrh Cure, manufactured by F. J.
Cheney & Co., Toledo, O., contains no I
mercury, and is taken internally, acting
directly upon the blood and mucous sur
faces of the system. In buying Hall's
Catarrh Cure be sure you get the genu- ;
Inc It Is taken Internally and made in
Toledo. Ohto, by F. J. Cheney & Co. Tes
timonials free.
Sold by Druggists. Price 75c per bottle.
Take Ball's Family Pills for constipation.
Auv.
MAKES PROBLEM FOR JAILER
Women Prisoner* in Jail Harder to
Handle Than the Most Desperate
of the Other Sex.
“I'd rather have 100 men under my ;
charge than one woman,” said the |
Jailer of Raymond street jail, in ;
Brooklyn.
‘‘You see,” he explained, ‘‘even the 1
men we get in here, who have of
fended against the law, presumably
have a respect for it, an idea of its
necessity. We get pretty desperate
men to lock up sometimes. They
don't make any trouble for us. They
do what they're told and keep their
mouths shut.
"But the women!” The jailer wiped '
his forehead. "Do you know,” he
exclaimed, helplessly, “every blessi 1
one of ’em wants to be a law unto her
self!
"They’re antagonistic toward the j
rules. They won't do this and they
won’t do that. It almost seems as
if they deliberately worked themselves
up into rages over immaterial mat
ters. And when a woman says ‘I
won’t, and looks at you—” the jailer
shook his head. “It’s a hard proposi
tion," he said.
“We’re hampered in dealing with
them. When a man doesn’t behave
himself, we know what we may do. Me
knows it, too. Our hands are tied
when it comes to the women. What
extra punishment are you going to
luuid out to they when they rebel?"
—New York Sun.
Vandit Pose in Vain.
John Bowman, a young business
man of Los Angeles, sought to test
tlie love of his fiancee, Miss Alice
Young, and in consequence was made
aware of two things: That the prom
ise of a $250 reward could vanquish
Cupid. That the police did not like i
to have young men pose as train rob- !
bers to test the love of their sweet- |
hearts. Bowman got two relatives to
tell Miss Young he was a train robber
and there was a reward of $250 post- !
ed for his capture. When Bowman
called the young woman telephoned
the police. Bowman spent several j
hours in jail before he was able to
prove he was no train robber. Miss
Young could not. see the joke when
she appeared at the police station. She
introduced Bowman to another young
man, whom she said she intended to
marry next week. She wanted the
reward for a trousseau.
by ANNA KATHARINE GREEN
M Author of “the Leavenworth case
THE FILIGREE SAIL" TUEHOHSE OF THEWHISPERING PINES"
ILLUSTRATIONS r>Y
CHARLES .W. ROSSER
COPYT?NiHT 1911
CopyRlCMT 19C1
by
LiL
■STRIXT * SMITH
DODB. MJ.AD a co
SYNOPSIS.
CHAPTER T—Opot?p Ardcrsnu nnr
wlf«* see a remarl able man come out o'
tne Clermont hotel, look around furdvely
wasli his hands in the snow and p -ss on
prnmiotinn attracts them to the Clermont
where it is found that the beautiful M —
I Edith Challoner has fallen dead on the
nn-zzunine door.
M’HAPTER IT—Anderson describes the
m lie saw wash his hands in the snow
] he hotel manager declares him to be
Orl^fto ft rot hereon.
CTT.' } TER Til T'hysicians find that
Miss Challoner was stabbed and not shot
" ho i. seems to clear Brotherson of sus
pic!on.
CHAPTER TV-Grvce. an aged detec
tive. and Sv.-< vater. his assistant ta' e
up the eas« *: believe Miss Challonei
stflhb«-d_ hr-vi If.
TV^T—A paper cutter found
Of.ir th.e scene of tragedy is believed to
be the weapon used.
CHAPTER VI Mr Challoner tells of a
batch of letters found ;n his dainrhtr,r*s
desk, signed with initials strung- to h’m
All are love letters except one which
shows that the writer was displeased
CHAPTER VII -This letter was signed
hv Orlando Brotherson. The others bore
* Rials which lead to the conclusion that
Brotherson wrote all of them.
dffAPlER VIII—Anderson goes with
Sweetwater to tdentlfv Brotherson. who
is to address a im * Rug of anarchists.
Tlie place is raided h\ the police and
Brotherson escapes without being Identi
fb'd.
<'H \PTER IX Brotherson is found liv
ing In a tenement under the name of
hunn. .He b» an inventor.
CHARTER 7\ Brotherson tel’s the cor
oner of his acquaintance with Miss Chal
loner and how she repulsed him with
•■orn when he offered her his love.
CHAPTER XI—Sweetwater recall* the
mystery of the murder of a washerwom
an In which some details were similar to
the Challoner affair. Brotherson w is a
tenant of the building adjoining the on#
In which the woman di«d.
CHAFTffn XTT Tu;P.el* comparison of
the two cases spurs Gryce and Sweetwa
ter to renewed activity.
CHAPTER XI IT Challoner admits his
daughter was deeply interested, if not in
love with Brotherson.
CHAPTER XIV Brotherson gives the
police a plausible explanation of his con
duct. Gryce and Sweetwater are given
permission to pursue their investigations
Independently.
CHAPTER XV Sweetwater plans to
disguise himself as a carpenter and seek
lodgings in the same building with Broth
erson
CHAPTER XVI—He watches the inven
tor at work at night and is detected by
the latter. The detective moves to a
room adjoining Brotherson’s.
CHAPTER XVII lie bores a hole In
the wall to spy on Brotherson. He visits
him and assists the inventor in his work.
CHAPTER XVUI-Repetition of the
tune played by the orchestra the neght of
Miss Challoner’s death arouses the sleep
j Injr Jt.i rather son _|o uneasv mui tarings.
Chapter XTX-A girl sent by Sweet
water with Edith Challoner’s letters Is
ordered out by Brotherson. He declares
the letters were not written to him.
CHAPTER XX-Sweetwater is un- !
masked by Brotherson. who declares he
recognized him at once,
CHAPTER XXI — Sweetwater gets a
message that Gryce has made a discov
ery which changes the whole situation.
CHAPTER XXII — Closer inspection
• hows that the letters signed “O. B ” i
were written b\- two different men. Sweet
water gees to Derby in search of the sec
ond “O B..” whom he expects to find
through one Doris Scott, mentioned in
Miss Challoner’s letters.
CHAPTER XXIII- Doris is found act
ing as nurse for Oswald Brotherson. who
is critically ill from typhoid fever, and
calls in his delirium the name of Edith
He is the manager of the local works
and is idolized hv the people.
CHAPTER XXTV Oswald passes the
crisis and the doctor says he will recover
CHAPTER XX V— Sweetwater comes
across a peculiar hut in the woods. He
sees a load of boxes marked “O BrotVi
erson,” taken inti* the hut under the su
pervision of Doris Scott.
CHAPTER XXVI -Sweetwater returns
to New York and reports to Gryce. but
omits mention of the hut In the woods
the sole dis -every of importance.
CHAPTER XXVII Challoner appears
In Derby
CHAPTER XXVIII Doris tells Chal
loner of seeing in a dream tlw fane of
Die man who killed Edith Tin door hell
rings and she recognizes In the visitor
the man of her dream.
CHAPTER Xxix-Tt is Orlando Broth
erson. who rt quests an interview with his
brother. It is denied. He seems greatly
perturbed when Doris tells him the
boxes have been safely placed In the hut
CHAPTER XXX Orlando is greatly
agitated at the reali*alion that he has
fallen in love with Dors He demands
to he present when Oswald is Informed of
Ed'th's death.
CHAPTER XXXI It develops that Or
lando is working on a dying machine
tvhi' h Sweetwater, who lias arrived again
on the scene, declares will revolutlornz*
air flight
CHAPTER XXXII—Oswald Is told of
Edith’s death.
"Dead!” lie shrieked, and fell back
fainting in his chair, his lips still
murmuring in semi-unconsciousness,
“Dead! dead!”
Doris sprang to her feet, thinking
of nothing but his wavering, slipping
life till she saw his breath return, his
ayes refill with light.
But the rest must be told; his
brother exacted it and so did the sit
uation. Further waiting, further hid
ing of the truth would be insupport
able after this. But oh, the bitterness
of it! No wonder that she turned
away from those frenzied, wildly-de
manding eyes.
"Doris?”
She trembled and looked behind
her. She hud not recognized his
voice. Had another entered? Had
lis brother dared—No, they were
alone; seemingly so, that is. She
anew—no one better—that they were
lot really alone, that witnesses were
►Ithin hearing, if not within sivlit.
"Doris," he urged again, and till
time she turned in bis direction am.
gazed, aghast. If the voice wort
strange, what of the face which now
confronted her. The ravuges of sick
ness had been marked, but they were '
rothtr® to those made In an in
“y a 'bUT^rnig "„i *eT. "She wS '
startled, although ‘•xpeetlng much,
and could only press his hands while
she waited for the question he was
gathering strength to utter. It was
simple when It came; Just two words:
“How long?”
She answered them as simply;
“Just as long as you have been 111,”
said she; then, with no attempt to
break the Inevitable shock, she went
an: “Miss Challoner was struck dead
and you w'ere taken down with ty
phoid on the self-same day."
“Struck dead! Why do you use \
that word, struck? Struck dead! she, ;
u young woman. Oh, Doris, an acci
dent! My darling has been killed In |
an accident!”
“They do not call it accident. They
call It what it never was. What It
never was,*’ she insisted, pressing him
back with frightened hands, as he
strove to rise. “Miss Challouer v.as—”
How nearly the word shot had left
her lips. How fiercely above all else
in that harrowing moment had risen
the desire to fling the accusation of
that word into the errs of him who
listened from his secret hiding-place.
She refrained out of compassion for
the man she loved, and declared In
stead, “Miss Challoner died from a
wound; how given, why given, no one
knows. I had rather have died my
self than have to tell you this. Oh,
Mr. Brotherson, speak, sob, do any
thing but.—”
She started hack, dropping his
hands as she did so. With quick intu
ition she saw that he must be left to
himself if ho were to meet this blow
without succumbing. The body must,
have freedom if the spirit would not ;
go mad. Conscious, or perhaps not i
conscious, of his release from her re- I
straining hand, albeit profiting by it, i
he staggered to his feet, murmuring j
that word of doom: “Wound! wound! j
my darling died of a wound! What
kind of a wound?” he suddenly thun- !
dered out. “I cannot understand what
you mean by wound. Make it clear to
me. Make it clear to me at once. If
1 muRt bear this grief, let me know
its whole depth. Leave nothing to my
| imagination or I cannot answer for
! myself. Tell it all, Doris.”
f And Doris told him:
“She was on the mezzanine floor
of the hotel where she lives. She
was seemingly happy and had been
writing a letter—a letter to me which
they never forwarded. There was
no one else by but some strangers—
good people whom one must believe.
She was crossing the floor when sud
denly she throw up her hands and
fell. A thin, narrow paper-cutter was
in her grasp; and it flew into the
lobby. Some say she struck herself
with that cutter; for when they picked
her up they found a wound in her
breast which that cutter might have
made.”
“Edith? never!”
The words were chokingly said; he
was swaying, almost falling, but he
steadied himself.
“Who says that?” he asked.
“It was the coroner’s verdict.”
“And she died that way—died?”
“Immediately.”
“After writing to you?”
“Yes.”
“What was In the letter?"
“Nothfng of threat, they sav. Only
just cheer and expressions of hope.
•Tust like the others, Mr. Brotherson.”
“And they accuse her of taking her
own life? Their verdict is a Up. They
did not know her." Then, after some
moments of wild and confused feeling,
he declared, with a desperate effort at
self-control: “You said that some he
lieve this. Then there must be otli
ei's who do not. What do they say?"
“Nothing. They simply feel as you
do. They see no reason for the act
and no evidence of her having modi
tated it. Her father and her friends
insist besi *‘S, that she was incapahh
of such a horror. The mystery of if
is killing us all; me above others, for
I’ve had to show you a cheerful face,
with my brain reeling and my heart
like lead in my bosom."
She h'1 1 out her hands. She tried
to draw his attention to herself; not
from any sentiment of egotism, hut
lo break, if she could, the strain of
these insupportable horrors where so
short a time before Hope sang and !
l ife reveled in reawakened joys.
Perhaps some faint realization of
ihis reached him, for presently he
caught her by the hands and bowed
his head upon her shoulder and finally
let her seat him again, before be said:
“Po they know ot—of my interest
in this?”
“Y ?j they know about the two
0. TVs.” I
“The two—’’ Ho was on h!s feet,
igain, but only for a moment; his
weakness was greater than his will
power.
“Orlando and Oswald Brotherson.”
she explained, in answer to his brok
en appeal. “Your brother wrote let
ters to her as well as you. and signed
them just as you did, with his ini
tials only. These letters were found
n her deskand lie was supposed, for
i
a time, to have been the. author of
i ll that were so signed. But they
found out the difference after awhile,
"'ours were easily recognized after
| (hey learned there was another O. B.
i who loved her.”
The words were plain enough, but
! fhe stricken listener did not take i
! them In. They carried no meaning ;
, to him. How could they? The very j
| Idea she sought to impress upon him
by this seemingly careless allusion
was an incredible one. She found It
her dreadful task to tell him the hard,
j bare truth.
I “Your brother,” she said, “was de
voted to Miss Challoner, too. He even
wanted to marry her. 1 cannot keep
back this fact. It is known every
where, and by everybody but you."
"OrlandoT“ His lips took an lron
] leal curve, as he uttered the word.
! This was a young girl’s Imaginative
fancy to him. "Why Orlando never
knew her. never saw her, never—”
"He met her at Lenox.”
The name produced Its effect. He
stared, made an effort to think, re
peated Lenox over to himself; then
suddenly lost his hold upon the idea
which that word suggested, struggled
again for it, seized it in an instant of
madness and shouted out:
“Yes. yes, I remember. I sent him
there—” and paused, his mind blank
again.
Poor Doris, frightened to her very
soul, looked blindiy about for help;
but she did not quit his side; she did
not dare to, for his lips had re
opened; the continuity of his thoughts
; had returned; he was going to speak.
“I sent him there.” The words
came in a sort of shout. “I was so
hungry to hear of her and 1 thought j
he might mention her in his letter.
Insane! Insane! He saw her and—
What’s that you said about his loving
her? He couldn't have loved her;
he's not of the loving sort. They’ve
deceived you with strange tales.
They've deceived the whole world
with fancies and mad dreams. He
may have admired her, but loved her
—no! or if he had, he would have re
spected my claims.”
“He did not know them.”
A laugh; n laugh which paled Doris’
cheek; then his tones grew even
again, memory came back and he mut
tered faintly;
“That is true. I said nothing to
him. Tie had the right, to court, her —
and be did, you say; wrote to her;
imposed himself upon her. drove her
inad with importunities she was
forced to rebuke; and—and what else?
| There is something else. Tell me; I
I will know all.”
He was standing now, his feeble
j nesg all gone, passion in every linea
1 ment and his eye alive and feverish,
! with emotion. “Tell me.” he repeat
: ed, with unrestrained vehemence.
| "Tell me all. Kill me with sorrow but
j save ine from being unjust/'
"He wrote her a letter; it fright
ened her. He followed it up by a
visit—”
Dorfs paused; the serrt<*we hung
suspended. She had heard a step—
a hand on the door.
Orlando had entered the room.
—
CHAPTER XXXIII
Alone.
Oswald bad heard nothing, seen
nothing. But be took note of Boris'
silence, and turning towards her in j
frenzy saw what had happened, and
so was in a measure prepared for the
stern, short sentence which now rang
through the room:
“Watt. Miss Scott! you tell my
story badly. Let him listen to me.
From my mouth only shaJl he hear
the stern and seemtujrly unnatural
part 1 played in thlR family tragedy."
The face of Oswald hardened.
Those pliant features'—heljyed for
their gracious kindliness—set' them
selves In lines which altered tliem al
most beyond recognition; bnt his
voice was not without Borne of its nat
ural sweetness, as, after a. long and
hollow look at the other's, composed
countenance, he abruptly eroclaimed:
“Speak! I am bound to Baton; you
are my brother.”
Orlando turned towards. Boris. She
wws slipping away.
“Don't go,” said he.
But she was gone.
Slowly he turned back.
Oswald raised his hand tnd checked
J
"Dead!” He Shridted Out.
he words with whichxhe would liare
begun his story.
"Never mind the besitvTings," said
he. ‘Doris has tot'd all that. You
raw Miss Challoner in Lenox—ad
mired iter and af'.erwmrds wrote her a
threatening letter because* she reject
ed you.”
"It is tnie. Other men h. * fol
lowed just sneh unworthy impulses—
and been. ashaioedand^sorry after
wardi. I was sorry and I <vat
ashamed, and as soon at* my first
anger waB over went to tell her so.
But the mistook my purpose and—”
“And what?”
Orlando hesitated. Even his iron
nature trembled before the misery ho
saw—a misery he was destined to aug
ment rather than soothe. With pains
altogether out of keeping with his
character, lie sought in the recesses
of his darkened mtrd for words less
hitter and less abrupt than those
which sprang Involuntarily to his lips.
But he did not find 'liem. Though he
pitied his brother and wieheri to show
that he did, nothing but the atern
language suitable to the stern fact he
wished to impart, would leave his lips.
“And ended the pitiful struggle of
the moment with one quick, unpre
meditated blow,” was what he said.
“There Is no other explanation pos
sible for this act. Oswald. Bitier as
It Is for me to acknowledge it. I am
thus far guilty of this beloved wom
an’s death. But, as God hears me,
from the moment I first saw her. to
the moment 1 saw her last. 1 did not
know, nor did 1 for a moment dread
that she was anything to you or to
any other man of my stamp and sta
tion. I thought she despised my coun
try birth, my mechanical attempts, my
lack of aristocratic pretensions and
traditions."
“Edith?”
"Now that I know she had other
reasons for her contempt—that the
words she wrote were in rebuke to
the brother rather than to the man,
1 feel my guilt and deplore >y anger.
I cannot say more. I si: 1 but in
sult your grief by any lengthy expres
sions of regret and sorrow.”
A groan of intolerable anguish
from the sick man’s lips, and then the
quick thrust of his reawakened intel
ligence rising superior to the over
throw of all his hopes.
“For a woman of Edith's principle
to seek death la a moment of despera
tion, the provocation must have been
very great. Tell me if I'm to hate you
»hrougb life—yea through all eternity
—or if 1 must seek in soma unimag
inable failure of my own character or
'-ond.net fhp cause of her intolerable
despair.”
"Oswald!" The tone was controlling,
and yet that of one strong man to
another. ‘‘Ib It for ua to road the
h^art of any woman, leapt of all of a
woman of her susceptibilities and
keen inner life? The • sh to end nil
oomes to some natures like a light
ning flash from a clear sky. It comes,
it £OP8, often without leaving a sign.
Rut if a weapon chances to he near—
there it was in hand I—then death
follows the Imnulso which, given an
instant of thought, would have van
ished in a bBok sweep of other emo
tions. Chance was the real accessory
to this death by suicide. Oswald, let
tie realize it as such and accept our
sorrow as a mutual burden and turn
I to what remains to us of life and
i labor. Work is grief’s only eonsola
j tInn. Then let us work.”
I Rtlt of all this Oswald had caught
but the one word.
"Chance?" he repeated. “Orlando, I
believe in Clod."
"Then seek your comfort there, r
find it in harnessing the winds: ;n
forcing the powers of nature to io
ray bidding.”
The other did not speak, and the si
lence grew heavy. It was broken,
when it was broken, by a cry front
Oswald:
"No more.” Bald he, “no more.”
Then. In a yearning accent. “Send
Doris to me.”
Orlando started. This name coming
so close upon that word comfort pro
luced a strange effect upon him. Rut
another look at Oswald and he was
ready to do his bidding. The bitter
ordeal was over; let him have his
solace if it was in her power to give
it to him
Orlando, upon leaving his brother’s
j room, did not atop to deliver that
brother’s message directly to Doits:
he left this for Truda to do. and re
tired immediately to his hangar in
the woods. Locking himself in, he
j slightly raised the roof and then sat
i down before the car which was rap
j idly taking on shape and assuming
' that individuality and appearance of
! sentient life which hitherto lie had
I only seen in dreams Rut hip eve,
which had never failed to kindle at
this sight before, shone dnllv in the
semi-gloom. The air-ear could wait;
he would first have his hour in this
solitude of his own making. The gaxe
he dreaded, the words from which tie
shrank could not penetrate here He
might even shout her name aloud, and
only these windowlnss w-aits would
respond. He was alone with his past,
iiis present and his future.
Alone!
}Ie needed to be. The strongest
must pause when the precipice yawn#
before him. The gulf can be spanned;
lie feels himself foreefnl enough for
that; but his eves must take their
measurement of it first; he must
know its depths and possible dangers.
Only a fool would ignore these steeps
of Jagged rock; and he was no fool,
only a man to whom the unexpected
had happened, a man who had seen
his way clear to the horizon and then
had come up against this!' Love,
when he thought such folly dead! He
morse, when Glory called for the quiet
mind and heart!
To Be Continued Nfxi Week.)
Notice.
All taxes not settled by 12
o’clock p. m.. April 10. 1913. will
be placed on delinquent libt with
no exceptions.
J M. Wallace,
adv Collector.
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