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Newspaper Page Text8 Nervous > Collapse "I have traveled for thirty years continually. I lost a great deal of sleep, which together with constant worry left me in » .such a nervous state that finally, , after having two collapses of prostration. I was obliged to give up traveling al together. 1 doctored continually but with no relief. Dr. Miles’ | Nervine came to my rescue—l *<-. cannot describe the suffering which this Nervine saved me. ‘Whenever 1 am particularly ■ nervous a few doses relieve me.” A G. C. LtBBY, Wells, Me. There are many nervous | wrecks. There is nervous pros- > tration of the stomach, of the I . bowels, and other organs. The brain, the kidneys, the liver, the r nerve centers are all exhausted. There is but one thing to do— build up the nervous system by the use of Dr. Miles’ Restora- I tive Nervine. Its strength 'ening influence upon the nerv ous system restores normal action to the organs, and when they all work in harmony, health is assured. 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Hitchcock, who is to be Pre? idem Taft's poetmaster gen eral. Mr. Blun it aligned with the “regular” Republican faction of Georgia politics, and his elevation to the third assistant postmaster generalship would Indicate that the “regulars" will, after all. con tinue to control the situation in Georgia, despite the efforts of the so-called inter loper K. ' The report that Mr. Blun is to be made third assist an' comes from a high author ity. and may he Accepted as nearly cor rect aa anything which has not actually happened Os cocrse. there is many a ■lip 'twtxt the cup and the lip." and It is possible that the slate, in so far as Mr. Blun's appointment is concerned, may be broken. ■ The office of third assistant postmas ter general is now held by Abraham L. Lawshe. and carries a salary of $4,600 per year The duties of the office are many and responsible. He controls the following divisions: Stamps, finance, classification of mall, redemption, registered mall, money orders, stamped envelopes and postal cards. READ THIS! DOTHAN. Ala.—We have been selling the Texas Wonder for years, and recom mend it to any one suffering with any kidney trouble as being the best remedy we ever sold. J. B. YOUNG. Sold by all druggists. Price $1 by mail from BL Leuta. • FAMOUS ARTISTS SING TO HELP QUAKE VICTIMS NEW YORK. Feb. I—Nearly $15,000 was realised frofn the musicale and fiesta held at the Waldorf-Astoria yesterday after noon and evening, for the benefit of the victims of the Italian earthquake. The affair was marked by the presence of a great many mdsical and theatrical stars, some of whom played or sang, while oth ers poured tea at a dollar a cup. or drew caricatures at ten dollars each. The honors of the day were divided be tween Paderewski and Enrico Caruso, the tenor, who was kept busy for several hours drawing caricatures subsequently auctioned off by Geraldine Farrar, Maxine Elliott. Emma Eames. Eleanor Robson and other artists from anywhere between ten and a hundred dollars. A number of society women In the cos tume of Caiabriampeasant girls, served as Sower venders. LOUISIANA ORANGES DAMAGED BY COLD NEW OBLEANF. Feb. 1-Reports rvcetred here from the orang*- growing section south e'Sf New Orleans Indicate that serious dam a*e was doee by the freezing weather which extended to the gulf coast. 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Squaw men are pretty shiftless and peo ple don't pay much attention to them. I guess If they weren't they wouldn't be squaw men. “My father isn't shiftless," she chal lenged. at which he remained silent, re fusing to go on record. “Isn’t a half breed just as good as white?” • Look here," said he. “What are you driving at?" •Tm a 'blood,'” she declared, recklessly, •and I want to know what people think | of me. The men around here have nev-. er made me feel conscious of it. but ’, "You're afraid of these new people who are coming eh? Well, don't worry about that. Miss. It wouldn't make any dif ference to me or to any of your friends whether you were red, white, black or ■ yellow." I “But it would make a difference with some people?" insisted the girl. “Oh I reckon it would with eastern peo- . pie. Thejr look at things kind of funny, I but we're not In the east.” "That's what I wanted to know. Nice people back there wouldn’t tolerate girl like me for a moment, would they? They wouldn't consider me good enougn to associate with them?” He shrugged his shoulders. “I guess you’d have a hard time breaking in among the 'bon-tonners.' But what’s the use of thinking about it. This is your country and these are your people.” A morbid desire was upon her to track down thia intangible racial distinction, but she saw Runnion. whom she could not bear, coming towards them, so thanked Stark hurriedly and went on her way. “Been making friends with that squaw, eh?" remarked Runnion. casually. "Yea,” replied Stark. “She’s a nice lit tle girl, and I like her. I told her I didn’t have any part in that miners' meeting affair.” "Huh! What's the matter with you? It was all your doing.” “I know it was. but I didn't alm it at her. I wanted that ground next to Lee's, and I wanted to throw a jolt into Old Man Gale. I couldn't let the girl stand in my way; but now that It's all over, I'm willing to be friends with her.” “Me. too." said Runnion, looking after Necla as her figure diminished up the street. “By Heaven! She's as graceful, as a fawn; she's white, too. Nobody j would ever know she was a breed.” “She's a good girl.” said Stark, mus ingly, in a gentle tone that Runnion had never heard before. “Getting kind of mushy, ain’t you? 1 thought you had passed that stage, old man." “No. I don’t like her in that way." “Well, I do, and I'm dead sore on that soldier.',* . “She’s not your kind,” said Stark. "A bad man can't hold a good woman; he can win one easy enough, but he can't keep her. I know!" "Nobody but a fool would want to keep one," Runnion replied, “specially a squaw." “She's just woke up to the fact that she is a squaw and Isn't as good as white. I She's worried.” “I’ll lay you a little eight to five that; Burrell has thrown her down," chuck- ; led Runnion. “I never thought of that. You may be ■ right.” "If it’s true I'll shuffle up a hand for' that soldier.” “If I weje you I wouldn't deal it to j him.” said the gambler, dryly. “He may not cut to your break.” Meanwhile. Necia had passed on out of the town and through the Indian village at the mouth of the creek, until high up 1 on the slopes she saw Ailuna and the lit tle ones. She climbed tip to them and seated herself where she could look far out over the westward valley, with the great stream flowing half a mile beneath her. She stayed there all the morning,; and although the day was bright and the bushes bending with their burden of blue, she picked no berries, but fought reso lutely through a dosen varying moods that mirrored themselves in her delicate face. It was her first soul struggle, but ' in time the buoyancy of youth and the almighty optimism of early love prevail ed; she comforted herself with the fond illusion that this man was different from all others, that his regard was equal to her own, and that his love would rise above such accidental things as blood or breed or birth. And so she was in a hap pier frame of mind when the little com pany made their descent at mid-day. | As they approached the town they heard the familiar cry of “Steam- i bo-o-o-at,” and by the time they had reached home the little camp was noisy with the plaint of wolf-dogs. There were few men to join in the welcome today, even* able-bodied inhabitant having dis appeared into the hills, but the animals came trooping lastly to the bank, and sat down on their haunches watching the ap proaching steamer, in their soft eves the sadness of a canine race of slaves. Be hind them limped a sick man or two, a soldier from the barracks, and in the rear a fellow who had drifted In the week before with scurvy. It was a plttiful re view that lined up to greet the tide of tenderfeet crowding towards their El Do rado, and unusual also, for as yet the sight of new faces was strange in the north. * The deserted aspect of the town puzzled the captain of the and upon landing he made his way at once to John Gale's store, where he learned from the trader of the strike and of the stampede that had resulted. Before the recital was finished a man approached and spoke ex citedly. “Captain, my ticket reads to Dawson, but I'm getting off here. Won’t you have my outfit put ashore?” He was followed by a group of fellow-passengers who made a similar request. I “This place Is good enough for me," one of them said. “Me, too,” another volunteered. “This ‘ strike is new, and we've hit her just in l time.” Outside a dosen men had crowded “No J Creek" Lee against the wall of the store 1 and were clamoring to hear about his find. I Before the tardy ones had cleared the gang-plank the news had flashed from shore to ship, and a swarm came up the ' bank and into the post, firing questions and answers at each other eagerly, el bowing and fighting for a place within ear-shot of the trader or the ragged man outside. The frenzy of a gold stampede is like the rush from a burning building, and equally easy to arouse. No statement is too wild to lack believers, no rumor too exaggerated to find takers. Within an hour the crew of the steamer was busy unloading countless tons of merchandise and baggage billed to Dawson, and tents THE ATLANTA SEMI-Vt EEKLY JOURNAL, ATLANTA, GEORGIA, FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 6, 1909. THE BARRIER 'Novel By REX BEACH AUTHOR OF -THE SPOILERS” began to show their snowy whiteness here and there. As a man saw his outfit appear he would pounce upon It, a bun dle at a time, and pile it by Itself, which resulted in endless disputes and much confusion; but a spirit of youth and ex pectancy permeated all and prevented more than angry words. Every hour the heaps of baggage grew larger and the tents more numerous. Stark wasted no time. With money in his hands he secured a dozen men who were willing to work for hire, for there are always those who prefer the surety of ten coined dollars to the hope of a hundred. He swooped down with these helpers on his pile of merchandise that had lain beneath tarpaulins on the river bank since the day he and Runnion land ed. and by mid-afternoon a great tent had been stretched over a framework of peel ed poles built on the lot where he and Necla had stood earlier in me day. Be fore dark his saloon was running. To be sure, there was no floor, and his polished fixtures looked strangely new and incon gruous, but the town at large had as sumed a similar air of incompleteness and crude immaturity, and little wonder, for it had grown threefold in half a day. Stark swiftly unpacked his gambling im plements, keen to scent every advanfhge, and out of the handful of pale-faced jack als who follow at the heels of a healthy herd, the hired men to run them and to deal. By night Flambeau was a mining camp. Late in the evening the boat swung out into the river, and disclosed a strange scene of transformation to the puzzled captain of a few hours ago. The river bank was lined with canvas shelters, il lumined dully by the tent lights within till they looked like a nest of gloWwortns in deep grass. A long, hoarse blast of good wishes rose from the steamer, then she sighed her way around the point above, bearing forth the message that a new camp had been born. CHAPTER X.—Meade Burrell Finds a Patli in the Moonlight. "No Creek" Lee had come into his own at last, and was a hero, for the story of his long ill-luck was common gossip now, and men praised him for his courage. He had never been praised for anything before and was uncertain just how to take it. "Say, are these people kiddin’ me?" he Inquired, confidentially, of Poleon. "W’y? W’at you mean?" “Well, there’s a feller makln’ a speech about me down by the landing.” "W’at he say?” “It ain’t nothin’ to fight over. He says I'm another Dan’l Boom, leadin’ the march of empire westward.” "Dat’s nice, for sure.” "Certainly sounds good, but is it on the level?” * “Wai. I guess so," admitted Poleon. The prospector swelled with indigna tion. "Then, 'why in hell didn’t you fellers tell me long ago?” The scanty ounce of two of gold from his claim lay in the scale at the post, where every new-comer might examine it, and, realizing that he was a never ending source of information, they fawned on him for his tips, bribing him with newspapers, worth a dollar each, or with cigars, which he wrapped up carefully and placed In his mackinaw till every pocket of the rusty garment bulg ed so that he could not sit without los ing them. They dwelt upon his lightest word, and stood him up beside the bar where they filled him with proofs of friendliness until he shed tears from his one good eye. He had formed a habit of parsimony bom of His years of poverty, and was so widely known as a tight man by the hundreds who had lent to him that his creditors never at any time hoped for a reckoning. And he never offered one; on the contrary, he had invariably flown into a rage when dunnefi, and exhibited such resentment as to discourage the practice. Now, however, the surly hu mor of the man began to mellow, and in gradual stages he unloosened, the process being attended by a dispropor tionate growth of the trader’s cash re ceipts. Cautiqusly, at first ne let out his wit, which was logy from long dis use, and as heavy on Its feet as the Jumping Frog of Calaveras, but when they laughed at Its labored leaps and sallies his confidence grew. With the regularity of a clock he planted cigars and ordered "a little more hard stuff,” while his roving eye rejoiced in lachry mose profusion, its over-burden losing Itself in the tangle of his careless beard. By-and-by he wandered through the town, trailed by a troop of tenderfeet, till the women marked him, whereupon he fled back to the post and hugged the bar, for he was a bashful man. When Stark's new place opened It offered him another retreat of which he availed him self for some time. But late in the evening he reappeared at Old Man Gale’s store, walking a bit unsteadily, and as he mounted the flight of loga~\to the door he stepped once too often. "What’s become of that fourth step?” he demanded, sharply, of Poleon. “Dere she is,” said the Frenchman. "I'm damned if it is. You moved it since I was here.” "I'll have 'lm put back,” laughed the other. “Say! It’s a grand thing to be rich, ain’t it?" "I don know, I ain’ never try it.” "Well, It is; and now that I've arrived. I'm goln’ to change my ways complete. No more extravagance in mine—l’ll never lend another cent." “W'at's dat?" ejaculated Doret, in amaiement. . “No more hard-luck stories and 'hurry ups’ for mine. I’m the stony-hearted jail er, I am, from now, henceforth, world 'thout end, amen! No busted miners need apply. I've been a good thing, but to night I turn on the time-lock." “Ba gosh! You're sonny feller," laughed Poelon, who had lent the one-eyed man much money in the past and, like others, regarded him not merely as a bad risk but as a total loss. “Mebbe you fink you've been a spen’t’rlf all dese year.” j'l’ve certainly blowed a lot of money on my friends,” Lee acknowledged, “and they’re welcome to what they’ve got so far, but I’m goln’ to chop all them prodi gal habits and put on the tin vest. I’ll run the solderln'-iron up my seams so they can’t get to me without a can-open er. I’m air-tight for life, I am." He fumbled in his pockets and unwrapped a gift cigapt then felt for a match. Poleon tossed one on the bar, and he reached for it twice, missing it each time. “I guess dose new frien’ of yours is mak’ you purty full, M’sieu’ Tin Vest.” “Nothin’ of the sort I've got a bad dose of indigestion.' • "Date 'orrible disease! Dere’s plalntee riche man die on dat seecknesse. You better lie down.” Doret took the hero of the day by the arm and led him to the rear of the store, where he bedded him on a pile of flour sacks, but he had hardly returned to the bar when Lee came veering out of the dimness, making for the light like a ship tacking towards a beacon. “What kind of flour is that?” he splut tered. , "Dat’s just plain w’eat flour.” "Not on your life," said the miner, with the firmness of a great conviction. “It's full of yeast powders. Why, it’s r’arln and rlsin* like a buckin’ boss. I'm plumb seasick.” He laid a zigzag course for the Mor. Copyright, 1908, by Harper & Brothers. All Rights Reserved "Were you goln*?” asked Poelon. "I’m goin’ to get somethin’ for this stomach trouble. It’s fierce." He descend ed Into the darkness boldly, and stepped off with confidence—this time too soon. Poleon heard him floundering about, his indignant voice raised irascibly, albeit with a note of triumph. • "Wha’d I tell you? You put it back while I was ashleep.” Then whistling blithely, if somewhat out of tune, he steered for the new saloon to some thing for his "stomach trouble.” At Stark’s he found a large crowd of the new men who welcomed him heartily, plying him with countless questions, and harking to his maudlin tales of this new country which to him was old. He had followed the muddy river from Crater Lake to the Delta, searching the bars and creek-beds in a tireless quest, till he knew each stream and tributary, for he had been one of the hardy band that used to venture forth from Juneau on the spring snows, disappearing into the un charted valley of the Yukon, to re turn when the river clogged and grew sluggish, and, like Gale, he had lived these many years ahead of the law where each man was his own court of appeals and where crime was unknown. He had help ed to build camps like Forty Mile and Circle; he knew by heart the by-laws and rules that governed every town and mining district in the country; he knew every man and child by name, but, while many of his friofids had prospered, un ceasing ill luck had dogged him. Yet he had held to honesty and hard work, measuring a man by his ability to swing an axe or a shovel, and, despite his Im pecunioslty, regarding theft as the crime deserving capital punishment. “Oh, there’s lots of countries worse’n this,” he declared. "We may not be very han’some to the n§ked eye, and we may not wear our handk’chlefs in our shirt cuffs, but there ain’t no widders and orphans doin’ our washln', and a man can walk away from his house, stay a month, and find It there when he comes back." “Those days are past,” said Stark, who had joined in the discussion. "There’s too many new people coming in for all of them to be honest." “They'd better be,” said Lee. aggres sively. “We ain’t got no room for steal ers. Why, I had a hand in makln’ the by-laws of this camp myself, 'long with John Gale, and they stlp’lates that any person caught robbin’ a cache is to be publicly whipped in front of the tradln’- post, then, if it’s winter time, he’s to be turned loose on tne ice barefooted, or, if it’s summer, he’s to be set adrift on a log with his shirt off.” “Either one would mean certain death," said a stranger. “Frost in win ter, mosquitoes In summer!” “That’s all right," another bystander declared. “A man's life depends on his grub up here, and I’d be in favor of enforcing that punishment to the letter if we caught any one thieving." “All the same, I take no chances," said Stark. “There’s too many strang ers here. Just to show you how I stand, I’ve put Runnion on guard over my pile of stuff, and I’ll be glad when it’s under cover. It isn’t the severity of punish ment that keeps a man from going wrong, it’s the certainty of it.” “Wail, he'd sure get it, and get it proper in this camp,” declared Lee; and at that moment, as if his words had been a challenge, the flaps oi the great tent were thrust aside, and Runnion half led, half threw a man into the open space before the b£r. “Let’s have a look at you,” he pant ed. "Well, if it ain’t S nigger!” "What’s up?” cried the men, crowding about tne prisoner, who crouched, ter ror-stricken, in the trampied mud and moss, while those playing roulette and “bank” left the tablas, followed by the dealers. “He’s a thief,” said Runnion, mopping the sweat from his brow. "I caught him after your grub pile, Stark.” “In my cache?” “Yes. He dropped a cra‘> of hams when I came up on him, and tried to run, but I dropped him.” He held his Colt in his right and, and a trickle of blood from the negro’s head showed how he had been felled. “Why didn’t you shoot?” growled Stark, angrily, at which the negro half arose and broke into excited denials of his guilt. Runnion kicked him savagely, and cursed him, while the crowd mur mured approval. “Le" me see him,” said Lee, elbowing his way through file others. Fixing his one eye upon the wretc.,, he spoke im pressively. “You’re the first downright thief I ever seen. Was you hungry?” "No, he’s got plenty,” answered one of the tenderfeet, who had evidently ar rived on the boat with the darky. "He’s got a bigger outfit than I have.” The prisoner drew himself up against the bar, facing his enemies sullenly. “Then I reckon it’s a divine manifes tation," said “No Creek” Lee, tearfully. “This black party is goln’ to furnish an example as will elevate the moral tone of our community for a year.” “Let me take him outside,” cried Stark, reaching under the bar for a weapon. His eyes were cruel, and he had the angry pallor of a dangerous man. “I’ll sa,ve you a lot of trouble.” '’Why not do it legally?” expostulated Lee. “It's just as certain.” “Yes, Lee is right,” echoed the crowd, bent on a Roman holiday. “What y'all aim to do?” whined the thief. “We’re goln’ to try you,” announced the one-eyed miner, “and if you're found guilty, as you certainly are goln’ to be, you'll be flogged. After which predic ament you'll have a nice ride down-stream on a sawlog without your laundry.” "But the mosquitoes—" "Too bad you didn’t think of them be fore. 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Address Dr. R. V. Pierce, Buffalo, N.Y. messenger sent hurrying to the post for the book In which was recorded the laws of the men who had made the camp. The crowd was determined that this should be done legally and as prescribed |by ancient custom up and down the ■ river. So, to make itself doubly sure it ! gave Runnion’s evidence a hearing; then, taking lanterns, went down to the big tarpaulin-covered pile beside the river, where it found the crate of hams and the negro’s tracks. There was no defense for the culprit and he offered none, being too scared by now to do more than plead. ; The proceedings were simple and quiet 1 and grim, and were wellnigh over when i Lieutenant Burrell walked into the tent | saloon. He had been in his quarters all ' day, fighting a fight with himself, and I in the late evening, rebelling against his ' cramped conditions and the war with his conscience, he had sallied out, and, drawn by the crowd in Stark’s place, had entered. A man replied to his whispered ques tion, giving him the story, for the meet ing was under Lee’s domination, and the miners maintained an orderly and busi ness-like procedure. The chairman’s in digestion had vanished with his sudden assumption of responsibility, and he showed no trace of drink in his bearing. Beneath a lamp one was binding four foot lengths of cotton tent-rope to a broomstick for a knout, while others, whom Lee had appointed, were drawing lots to see upon whom would devolve the unpleasant duty of flogging the captive. The matter-of-fact, relentless ex pedition of the affair shocked Burrell in expressibly, and seeing Poleon and Gale near by, he edged towards them, think ing that they surely could not be in sym pathy with this barbarous procedure. ‘‘You don’t understand, lieutenant,” said Gale, In a low voice. “This nigger is a thief!” “You can’t kill a man for stealing a few hams.” “It ain’t so much what he stole; it’s the idea, and it’s the custom of the coun try.” "Whipping is enough, without tho other.” "Dis stealin’ she’s bad biznesse,” de clared Poleon. “Mebbe dose ham is save some poor feller's life.” "It mob law,” said the lieutenant, in dignantly, "and I won’t stand for it’* Gale turned a look of curiosity upon the officer. “How are you going to help yourself?” said he; but the young man did not wait to reply. Quickly he elbowed his way towards the center of the seen? with the air of authority and determina tion before which a crowd melts and men stand aside. Gale whispered to his com panion: "Keep your eye open, lad. There’s go ing to be trouble.” They stood on tiptoe, and watched eagerly. "Gentlemen," announced Burrell, stand ing near the ashen-gray wretch, and fac ing the tentful of men, ’this man is a thief, but you can’t kill him!” Stark leaned across the bar, his eyes blazing, and touched the lieutenant on the shoulder. "Do you mean to take a hand in all of my affairs?” “This isn't your affair; It’s mine,’ said the officer. "This is what I was sent here for, and it’s my particular business. You seem to have ovetlooked that Important fact." "He stole my stuff, and he'll take his medicine.” “I say he won’t!” For the second time in their brief ac quaintance these two men looked fair in to each other’s eyes. Few men had dared to look at Stark thus and live; for when a man has once shed the blood of his fellow, a mania obsesses him, a disease obtains that is Incurable. There is an excitation of every sense when a hunter stands up before big game; it causes a thrill and flutter of undiscovered nerves, which nothing else can conjure up, and which once lived leaves an Incessant hun ger. But the biggest game of all is man. and the fiercest sensation is hate. Stark had been a killer, and his brain had been seared with the flame till the scar was ineradicable. He had lived those lurid sec onds when a man gambles his life against his enemy’s, and, having felt the great sensation, it could never die; yet with it all he was a cautious man, given more to brooding on his injuries and building up a quarrel than to reckless paroxysms of passion, and experience had taught him I the value of a well-handled temper as I well as the wisdom of knowing when to use it and put it in action. He knew intuitively that his hour with Burrell had not yet come. The two men battled with their eyes ! for an opening. Lee and the others mas j tered their surpr’se at the interruption, and then began to babble until Burrell turned from the gambler and threw up I his arm for silence. ' “There's no use arguing,” he told the , mob. "You can't do it. I'll hold him till the next boat comes, then I*ll send him down-river to St. Michael's.” He laid his hand upon the negro and made for the door, with face set and eyes watchful and alert, knowing that a hair's weight might shift the balance and cause these men to rive him like wolves. Lee’s indignation at this mircarriage of justice had him so Uy the throat as to strangle expostulation for a moment, till he saw the soldier actually bearing off his quarry. Then he broke into a flood of invective. “Stop that!” he Tiellowed. "To hell with your law—we’re goln’ accordin’ to our own.” An ominous echo arose, and in the midst of it the miner, tn his blind fury forgetting his exalted position, took a step too near the edge of the barr. and fell off into the body of the meeting. With him fell the dignity of the assem blage. Some one laughed;, another took it up; the nervous tension broke, and a man cried: . “The soldier le right. You can't blame a dinge for stealing.” and another: “Sure! Hogs and chickens are legitimate prey.” Lee was helped back to his stand, and called for order; but the crowd poked fun at him, and began moving about rest lessly till some one shouted a motion to adjourn, and there arose a c'horus of sec onders. A few dissenting voices opposed them, but in the meantime Burrell was gone, and with him the cause of the tu mult; so the meeting broke up of Its own weight a moment later. 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I went to her, but she grew angry, and said I had a black skin and could not understand; then she went out doors and has not returned.” Gale sat down dejectedly. "Yes, she'a sick in her heart, all right, and so am L Alluna. When did she go out?” "An hour ago.” 'Where is she?" “Out by the river-bank—l followed her in the shadows. It is best for her to stay there tin she is calm.” Continued in Next Issne A man is much happier doing some kind of work, but he would be still happier If he worked only through choice.