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the sunny south.
Best Prescription for Malaria, Chills and Fever,
Grove’s Tasteless Chill Tonic
So. 66.—'Three Charade*.
We nre going for n drive.
Please go with us, Sue.
If vou will, we’ll take the wnot/Xi.
For that will one two.
’Twill be easier than a one,
And we'll go to see
Old black Kose two her old wnoi.E,
And we’ll stay there to tea.
She's my dear old nurse, and whole
1 11 give her, if I may.
And I'm two 'twill he her one
That we must spend, the day.
No. 07.—ProgressiveXnmeral Enigma.
I. The sight of 1 2-3-4-5-f) always makes
my thoughts 1-2-3-4-5-6 to heaven.
*2. I have asked for 1 3-3-4 5-6-7-S times;
I wish to draw a map of the 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8
mountains.
3. That is tho leader of the 1-3-3-4
5-6-7-S; tho one with the 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8
around his head.
4. Is that piece of 1-2-3-4-5 for tho
1-2-3 4-5 for the leg?
5. “He brought 1-2 8-4 awfully plain
little ring,” said Nellie. “Wasn't ho
1-2-3-4?”
6. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9 you will be sorry you
Etald 1-2-3-4 B-6-7-8-9 I told you to go.
7. When he saw the 1-2-3-4 5-B-7-8 said
the blood seemed to 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 in his
veins.
8. It is of no 1-2-3-4-5 for you to wear
1 2-3-4-5.
9. Tho picture represents him 1-2
8-4-5-<3-7-8-9 the troops to Manila.
10. I 1-2-3-4-5-6 you, you may be 1-2
3-4-5-0 as if you saw it.
II. I 1-2-3-4-5 to think it Is useless to
1-2-3 4-5 tbis way.
12. If you will 1-2 3-4 tho wharf this
afternoon, you will see which boat will
1-2-3-4.
No. GS.—Grogrnpblcal Acrostic.
Four rivers in England all bearing the
sair-e in Yorkshire, another in
Sussex, one in Northamptonshire and
another in Norfolk.
1. A fertile spot in the midst of desert.
2. One of four divisions of a sister coun
try-
3. A group of islands and numerous
dangerous rocks in the English channel.
4. Two rivers of the same name, one in
Scotland, the other in Ireland.
No. GO.—Riddle.
No doors, no windows, largo or small,
Has tills wee house, in root or wall.
But there are many rooms within.
Inclosed by eurtains soft and thin,
Where golden tints would shed their grace
If it were not so dark a place.
Tho little folks may not repair
From one room to another there;
In silence, stillnes--, they must dwell,
Unless you break their prison shell.
Oh, then they’ll auiokly ( latter out
And tumble merrily about 1
No, 70.—Pictorial Maxim.
All. IM.—1IUIU
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No. 71.—Syncopations.
The syncopated letters name a general
of the last war.
1. Syncopate “a young deer” and leave
“an instrument for producing artificial
currents of air.”
2. “Space of time” and leave “a trick
or stratagem practiced for deception.”
3. “The tongue or pole of a cart, sled or
wagon” and leave “a short sleep.”
4. “A visionary scheme,” and leave “the
sixteenth part of an ounce.”
5. “Agreeable; desirable," and leave
“bonbons and tho like.”
<5. “A metal of a dull white color with
a cast of blue,” and leave “a stripling.”
7. “Tho seed of certain food plants,”
and leave “profit.”
No. 72.—Missing; Word Pnule.
The same two words, one of three, tha
other of four letters, arc left out in each
sentence.
1. Did you x x x x how rusty “Prince
Charlie’s” x x x was?
2. The puppy x x x and tore Aunt
Agatha's x x x x to atoms.
8. That is not a x x x right; every
x x x x you struck was wrong.
No. 73.—Metagrnin.
1. A useful grain growing in hot coun
tries; change the first letter, and the fol
lowing transformations will appear—2.
Pleasant; a town In Italy. 3. Very
troublcsomo little Insects. 4. Used at
games of chance. 5. Wickedness.
time. Sold cr ariifc/xtsts.
My college chum and I were enjoying
our few remaining vacation days at my
home.
Two other gentlemen were also visitors
—one. an elderly widower, anxious to be
considered "on the boys’ list”—and ready
for any prank; the other, a “native"
country boy, a devoted and “hopeful” ad
mirer of my sister.
Our attention was soon called to a new
comer—Aunt Melindy—accompanied by a
tin bucket.
Aunt Melindy was an ancient darky,
one of the old ante-bellum "quarter- nig
gers"—1. e., one of those negroes who. in
the old slavery days, lived on a remote
part of the plantations, In the negro
quarters.
They constituted the "field gang” and
had nothing to do with the housework
at lhe "white folks’ yard,” and therefore
imbibed little of "white folks' ways,” as
the house mgroes always did, but re
mained distinctly primitive.
Aunt Melindy was gifted with the
"Sight." and frequently entertained us
with weird stories of "hants.”
Mr. Dorson, the widower, called to her:
‘Tandy, have you seen a ghost, lately?”
Aunt Melindy seated herself on the
step, with "Howdy do?” and began to
play with tho numerous brass rings
on her fingers (worn, she said, to "keep
off rheumatiz”), and asked: “When is 1
seed a ghos’. Mars Jimmie? Hih! I seed
one no longer en las’ night. I sees ’em
nos' ev’y night.”
"Tell us about it. Aunt Lindy.”
"Well, dis speret was jes’ a setten up
on de fodder stack when It seed me
lookin' at it, it jes’ riz up an’ flew off."
"Maybe it was an owl,” suggested some
one.
"Aren’t you afraid of them?" asked
some one else.
"No, ’twarn’t no owl—sholy I knows er
owl. many as 1 seed.
“Ain’t I skeered o’ hants? No, honey,
no. I don’t pester ’em and dey don't pes
ter me. I know dey didn’t come back
to hant me, kase I ain’t harmed 'em fo'
dey die. I seed anudder hant night afo'
las', too."
“Where was it?” "What was it doing?”
"Was it a man or woman?" were some of
the questions asked her, with affected
gravity and awe.
"Down in de cotton patch, back o' de
house, walkin’ ’bout.
"I reckon he’s er man, kase dey calls
him ’Jack-o’-lantern—reckon by dat he
mus’ be er man."
After Aunt Melindy had departed—her
apron filled with "greens” and her bucket
with buttermilk—we netermlned that she
should see another ‘hant/
Our plans formed, we waited impatient
ly till dark.
We had secured a large, round hat box,
this we designed as a head for the ghost.
We decided to let the young man em-
nody the ghost, as lie was messed in
black, besides was hold and agile; he
could consequently easily escape if we
wore discovered and danger threatened.
We cut on one side of the box apertures
for eyes, nose and mouth, i. e., slits to
represent these features on a human face,
only very much larger, gigantic, to suit
in proportion the “head."
The box was then tied to an old broom
over which a large sheet had been thrown,
and a lighted candle placed within the
box. then the top put on so that light
would issue only from the eyes, mouth
and nostrils.
The young man then held the hroont
aloft and stalked forth with long strides
into a potato patch, directly in front of
Aunt Melindy's cabin, but about two hun
dred yards distant.
The other plotters hid conveniently.
Horrors! what a spectacle he made!
The boy was tall, over six feet, and the
broom extended upward six feet more.
His dark clothes rendered his legs invis
ible in the darkness.
Just think of such an object! A white
rohed phantom eight or ten feet high,
large, flaming eyes and mouth, gliding
along in midair.
After meandering silently for a while it
began to move dismally.
Wo were beginning to prow impatient,
as no sign of notice we* heard, when a
loud exclamation of horror came from the
cabin, followed by the sound of rapidly
retreating footsteps and groans of fear
from within.
Then, to our mortification, the box
caught on fire. The boy dashed it down
and trampled out the blaze, then think
ing the plot discovered, gave a defiant
yell of warning and ran laughing de
risively.
Joining us. the four fled precipitately.
The next day, seeing Aunt Melindy and
her bucket coming, we hid in the nearest
room and awaited developments.
After some conversation on current
news, mother asked indifferently:
"Did you see another ghost last night?"
"Oh, God! dont talk! I seed de awfules’
No. 74.—Crossword.
In butter, not in cheese;
In cough, not in sneeze;
In straw, not in hay ;
In month, not in day;
In smile, not in frown;
Whole is a poet of great renown.
No. 73.—Examination Questions.
I Indiana. ]
1. Which is tho neatest county? 2.
Which is the county most attractive to fish
ermen? 3. Which county is best adapted
to birdhouses? 4. Which county is suit
able for gardeners? 5. In which county
may rabbits be raised most conveniently?
6. In which county are people always in
hnsto? 7. Which county is “painted red?”
8. Which is tho military county?
Key to the Pussier.
No. 59. — Two Battleships: Maine,
Texas.
No. 60.—Picture Initials: 1. Oval. 3.
House. 3. Inn. 4. Olives. 6. Ohio.
No. 61.—Treble Acrostic: 1. Crack. 3.
Annie. 3. Bless. 4. Belmont. 5. An-
kober. 6. Granite. 7. Eel. Initials:
Cabbage. Centrals: Anemone. Finals:
Kestrel.
No. 62.—Charade: Hot-spur.
No. 63.—Enigma: The letter I».
No. 64.—My Puss:
Full cf tricks,
"After ball, reel or string.
Wild ss any living thing”—
That’s my puss.
No. 65.—Easy Transpositions: 1. Eats,
6cat. 2. Nails, snail. 3. Pots, spot. 4.
Ways, sway. 5. Table, bleat. 6. Wolf,
fowl. 7. Pear, reap. 8. Bose, sore. 9.
Lame, meal.
sight! Good Lor’! 'Twar a sperit Just from
torment, and still er burnin’.
1 smelt de sulphur. I heard sumpen
keep moanin' an' moanin’ till I looks out-
en’ de winder and it peared like somebody
movin' roun’ in de tater patch wid er
light. I sez to Wade, sez I: Beckon dat
somebody grablin’ and roasen taters.
Made sez, he did: 'Sholy not, many ta
ters as Is dis time er year.’ Jes den
Cholly, my oldest boy. and my second
boy and de ehlllun looks. Cholly sez:
’My God, look er yonder.' Wid dat he
broke and run and ain't come back yit.
I goes and looks outen de winder; ugh,
ugh, ugh! Hope I’ll neber see de like
er gin. It had done turned its face
’twards de house and I seed it war er
hant. Twar as tall as de trees wid fire
husten outen its face, and ’twas moanin’
an’ groanin' wid de pain. Den while I
still er lookin’ de fire bust outen de top
of his hade, den dat hant took off his
own hade, frowed It on de groun' and
it holler. Ugh. ugh, ugh! ’twas awful to
see dat thing dancin’ on its own hade;
den he laffed. I coulden’ stan' no mo'.
I drapped on de flo’. 1 specks maybe it
war de debbil hisself, for he sho’ hol
lered and laffed like de debbil.
LOST MAN'S LANE.
(Continued from Page Two.)
“Shall I order the coach for you?”
she suddenly asked as I turned toward
the corridor leading to my room.
“The coach?” I repeated.
“I thought that perhaps yon might
like to ride into town. Mr. Simsbury is
at leisure this morning. I regret that
neither Lucetta nor myself will be able
to accompany you. ”
I thought what this same Mr. Sims
bury had said about Lucetta’s plan and
hesitated. It was evidently their wish
to have me spend my morning elsewhere
than with them. Should I humor them
or find excuses for remaining home.
Either course had its difficulties. If I
went, what might not take place in my
absence. If I remained, what suspicions
I might rouse. I decided to compromise
matters and start for town even if I did
not quite go there.
“I am hesitating,” said I, “because I
noticed when I was standing at tho gate
with your brother two or three rather
threatening looking clouds toward tho
It is simply Iron and
Quinine in a tasteless
form. . •. Sold by every
druggist in the malarial
sections of the United
States No cure, no
pay.... Price, 50c.
WHOLESALER.
St. Louis, Mo., Fob, 6, 1899.
Pxeis Medicin* Co., City.
Gcntlemon:—Wo wHh to congratulate you
on tho increased sales wo aro having on your
Grove’n 'S’aslelteaa <’iilJ3 ironic. On exam
ining our record of inventory under date of
Jan 1st. we find that we sold during tho Chill
season of 189S. 26GO dozen Grove's Tonic. Wo
also find that our salos on your Laxative
Bromo-Qninine Tablet* have beon some-
thin?* enormous: having sold during tho lato
Cold aud Grip season 4,200 dozen.
Ploaso rush down order enclosed herewith,
and oblige, Yours truly, ____
MF.VF.lt BROS. DRUG CO.
Per SchaJl.
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ei*A
omasa. 1
RETAILER.
Kedbow, Ills.
Paris Medicine! Co. ,
Gontlemon:—I handle seven or eight differ
ent kinds of Chill Tonics but I sell ten bottles
of Grove’s to where I sell one of the others.
I sold 33 bottles of Grove’s Chill Toole in
one day and could have sold more if I had bad
it on hand. Mr. Dave Woods cured live cases
of chills with one bottle.
Bespccttullv.
JOHN T. VINYABD.
First Tasteless Tonic
ever manufactured.. All
other so-called “Taste
less” Tonics are imita
tions.. Ask any druggist
about this who is not
PUSHING an imitation.
CONSUMER.
Whitesboso, Tex., Sep. 13, 1893.
Pabis Medicinu Co., St. Louis, Mo.
Gentlomen:—I write you a few lines of grat
itude. I think your Grove’s Tosteless Chill
Tonic is ono of tho bestmedicinco in the world
for Chills and Fever. I have three children
that have been down with malarial fever for 18
months and have bought Chill medicines of all
kin^s and Doctor’s bills coming in all the time
until I sent to town and got threo bottles of
Grove’s Tonic. M7 children aro all well now
and it was yourTasteless Chill Tonic that did
it. I cannot say too much in its behalf.
Yours truly,
JAMES D. EOBEBTS.
east. But if you are sure Mr. Simsbury
can be spared I think I will risk it. I
really would like to get a key for my
door, and then riding in tho country ia
bo pleasant. ”
Miss Knollys, with a bow, passed im
mediately down stairs. I went in a state
of some doubt toward my own room.
“Am I seeing all these things through
highly magnifying glasses?” thought I.
I thought it very possible, yet not so
possible but that I cast very curious
glances at the various closed doors 1
had to pass before reaching my own.
Such a little thing would make me feel
like trying them. Such a little thing—•
that is, added to the other things which
hnd seemed to me in any way unex
plainable.
I found my bed made and everything
in apple pie order. I had therefore noth
ing to do but prepare for going out.
This I did quickly and was down stairs
sooner perhaps than I was expected. At
all events, William and Lucetta parted
very suddenly when they saw me, she
in tears and he with a dogged shrug
and some such word as this:
“You’re a fool to take on so. Since
it’s got to be, the sooner the better, I
say. Don’t you see that every minute
makes less our chances of concealment?”
It made me feel like changing my
mind and staying home. But tho habit
of a lifetime is not easily broken into.
I kept to my first decision.
(To Be Continued.)
THE COLLEGES OF OXFORD.
Each college is built round a quad
rangle with a large entrance gateway
which often rises into a quasi tower. The
rooms immediately over the gateway are
invariably designed for the residence of
the warden, provost or principal of the
college, so that, the eye of the master may
be over all who enter or leave the place.
This mode of building still exists in
India, having been introduced into
Europe by the Moors when they conquered
Spain, where we find that the compound,
or quad, is still used for the tethering of
all kinds of animals. Around the quad
are arranged the chapel, library, hall or
refectory, president’s lodgings, buttery
and kitchen. The students’ rooms gen
erally occupy the upper floors. William
of Wickham, the celebrated architect,
wisely placed his taller buildings—the
chapel and hall—on the north side, to
keep off the cold winds, the lower build
ings on the south more freely admitting
sunshine.
Larry The Wanderer.
STORY OF THE UPS AND DOWNS OF A NOBODY.
BY EDWARD STRATEMEYER.
Chapter I.—A Boy Wanderer.
“Hi, boy! what are you doing here?"
"Resting, sir.”
"Resting! Well, if that isn’t cool! What
right have you to sneak into a man's
barn in this fashion?”
"No particular right, that's a fact.”
replied the boy, as he slowly rose to his
feet. “But I don’t see as I’ve hurt the
building any, sir.”
For a second the gentleman addressed
stared at the boy as if he had not heard
aright.
“What’s that?”
”1 don't see as I've hurt your barn any,
have I?”
“Why. you rascal——”
“Hold on. please; I'm no rascal.”
“Well, if you’re not, what are you?”
"I'm a homeless boy, down on my
luck.”
“Where are you from?”
“The city.”
“What city?”
"Well. I started from New York, but
I’ve been in Philadelphia and half a dozen
other places.”
"What are you doing out here?”
"Looking for work. I’ve got tired of
trying places in the city. Everything is
crowded to death.”
“What can you do?”
“Most anything I’m put at. sir."
“That’s saying a good deal.young man.”
"Well, I imagine I can back up my
words. I've worked at eight different jobs
in as many months, and I feel as if I
had dabbled in almost everything."
“How old are you?"
“About sixteen. I make it."
"Don’t you know?"
The boy shook hts head, and for one
brief instant a trace of soberness crossed
his manly and handsome face.
"Are your folks living?”
“I don't know."
"Well, hut—see here; where in creation
did you spring from?”
“Want to know real bad. sir?" ,
And the hoy stepped closer while a
quizzical smile played over his face.
“I’m rather curious."
“It will cost you a breakfast ’to hear
me spin my yarn.”
"Why—why—oh, I see. So you want'
breakfast?”
“Don't you think a young fellow who
hadn’t eaten anything since yesterday
noon would want something this morn
ing?”
"Didn’t you have any supper last
night?"
“I had a drink of well water and a piece
of cold shoulder.”
“And the cold shoulder didn’t set well,
eh?” returned the man. with a short
laugh. “Well, you're a. character, and no
mistake. Come up to the house."
"Thank you. Say! You haven't any bull
dogs around here, have you?”
“What makes you ask that question?”
“Well, you see my clothing is so full of
holes that I'm rather tempting to that
breed of animals.
Again the man laughed. “Come along,
and If your story Is a straight one. I'll
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not only give you a hot breakfast, but
I'll see if I can't find a new coat and
trousers for you.’’
“Thanks. I'm mighty glad I struck your
barn last night. Best barn I've slept in
for a good while.”
The hoy said this so soberly that the
man laughed once more, this time hearti
er than ever. “You're a free-and-easy lad,
1 must say.” lie observed.
“I try to he. What’s the use of going
around with a funeral face? That doesn’t
pay. If I’d put on such a face you
wouldn't give me that nice hot breakfast
nor those good clothes, would you?”
“Perhaps you won't get them after all.”
“Won’t I? I know a good man when I
see him.”
“And you take me for a good man?”
“I do, every time.”
“Some folks in the neighborhood don’t
think me a good man.”
“What of that? Most people around
here would take me for a thief and kick
me out instead of giving me work or
something to eat.”
By this time the man and the hoy had
reached the house—an old stone building,
situated close to a large mountain stream.
“Sit down here,” said the man, point
ing to a hench which stood on the hroad
porch. ”1*11 have the housekeeper fix you
something."
He disappeared through the open door
way. and the boy took the seat pointed
out. In less than two minutes the man
was hack.
“Now. let me hear your yarn.”
“Is the breakfast on the way?”
“Yes: smell the coffee?”
The hoy took a long sniff.
"Gosh! that's good! I haven’t had a de
cent cup of coffee for a month!"
“You shall have all you want to eat
and drink. Now. tell me something of
yourself, for I must confess I am full of
curiosity.”
“I can't tell you much.”
"What is your name?”
"They call me Larry.”
“Larry what?”
“I haven't any last name—that is, no
regular one."
"No last narae at all?”
"Well, the hoys in New York called me
Larry Curly.”
"Why did they call you that?"
The hoy took off his battered straw hat
and pointed to his dark brown hair.
“That’s the reason,” he replied.
“What?”
“Don't you see the curls?”
“Oh. and so they called you curly on
that account?”
“Yes.”
"And you were brought up in New
York?”
“I wasn’t brought up at all; I simply
grew, sir.”
"And you say you never knew who
your father or mother was?”
“Never, sir. I'm an out and out wan
derer. without relatives or a home.”
At that moment the housekeeper came
from the kitchen.
“If you please, Mr. Bruin, breakfast is
ready,” she said.
"Very well, Maggie. We will come in at
once. Come, Larry, you ran finish your
Story at the breakfast table. That will
be more agreeable for you, eh?”
"Yes, sir: a square meal always loosens
my tongue.”
The hoy arose and followed the man
Into the house. But before sitting down
to the well-filled table he stepped into
the kitchen and took a thorough wash at
the sink and combed his hair with a
pocket-comb.
“Not an ordinary street boy by any
means.” thought Howard Bruin, as he
watched this toilet-making. "He is far
above the ordinary run of city waifs. I’ll
wager that there is some great mystery
connected with that lad's life.”
Larry took the seat shown him, and
was quite surprised to see the man take
a chair opposite.
“We will have hreakfast together." said
Howard Bruin.
“Aren't you above eating with a mere
tramp?" asked Larry, curiously.
"I don't take you to be a mere tramp.
Larry. I’m sure you never traveled with
tramps.”
"That’s where you're right. I always
go on my own hook."
"Whom did you live with in New York?”
”1 didn’t live with any one.”
“Not when you were young?”
“Oh. I don't know about that. sir. The
"first I can remember is that I was on a
bed in the hospital. That was six years
ago. The doctors said I had brain fe
ver.”
“Well, somebody must have brought you
to the hospital.”
“No; that is. nobody outside of a couple
of policemen. The doctors told me that
I was found locked up in a cellar on
Cherry street. How I came there they did
not know.”
"Didn't you know?”
"I tried to remember, hut couldn’t. I
had a dim idea of a couple of men and an
old woman, or two old women, and a lot
of quarreling and fighting about money,
and it seems to me I was knocked down
and tied up and left alone. Then I do re
member a long spell of darkness, which
was horrible.”
"And it was that which gave you the
brain fever?”
"Tlie doctors said it must have been.
They did all they could to get me to tel!
them something of the past, and I tried
real hard, but it was no go. The whole
thing seemed to be sponged out. that is,
all but what I've told you about."
"No one ever came to the hospital to
claim you?”
“No.”
“Perhaps they were afraid they would
be arrested for tying you up.”
“1 suppose that was it.”
“Humph! Here, have another cup of
coffee and some more ham and eggs.”
“Thanks. Do you know this is the best
meal I've struck since I left Chicago last
week?”
“I'm glad you like it. How did you get
away from the hospital?”
“When I got well they put me in an in
dustrial institution and then bound me
out to a man by the name of Joshua
Small, and he was the smallest man I
ever struck.”
“You didn't like him?”
"No, Joshua Small and I couldn't agree.
He wanted me to do three men's work on
half a man's feed, and 1 struck.”
“What did he say when you struck?"
"I didn't give him a chance to say any
thing.”
"You ran away!”
“I did. I wasn’t his slave, and I left
and went to Philadelphia. There I struck
a two-months’ job at the telephone works,
putting up 'phones, and another six-
months' joh in an athletic club-house,
taking care of the bowling-alleys.”
“So you've knocked around quite a bit.”
“About as much as any hoy of my age.”
“I suppose you are anxious to learn
something about yourself?”
“Yes, indeed." Larry stopped eating for
a minute and swallowed something in his
throat which was not food. "I’d give my
right hand to know who I am and to find
my father and mother, if they are alive.”
“1 don’t doubt you. my lad. Well, you've
had hard luck, and no mistake. Have
some more ham and eggs?”
"Sorry, hut I can't go you. Mr. ”
“My name is Howard Bruin.”
“Any relation to TOr. Percy Bruin, of
Philadelphia?”
“Why. Percy Bruin is a second cousin!
How did you happen to know him?”
"He was a member of the athletic club
I worked for.”
“Ah. I see." Howard Bruin's face grew
thoughtful. "Do you know much of him?”
"1 knew him too well!” cried Larry, hts
dark eyes flashing angrily.
“What do you mean?"
"Excuse me. hut it wouldn’t be right
for me to run down your cousin, seeing
that you’ve done the handsome thing by
me."
“That's all right, Larry. I might as well
tell you that there is no love lost be
tween Percy and myself.”
“He had me discharged from my job,
and not only that, he put a slur on my
name!" went on Larry, resentfully. “I
can stand being knocked around, but I
won't be called a thief by any one!”
"Did he call you that?"
"He said as much. You see, there were
some pockets picked at the club-house,
and he had the blame put on me. He
wanted to have me arrested, hut the other
members wouldn't have it on account of
the scandal getting in the newspapers.
But I was discharged, and it left such a
stain on my name 1 couldn't get another
joh in Philadelphia.”
Larry had risen to his feet while speak
ing. and now he stood before Howard
Bruin with clenched fists.
"Do I look like a thief, sir?” he de
manded.
“No. you do not, Larry. Percy must
have been mistaken. He is a hot-headed
fellow.”
"He's worse than that: he is a misera
ble sneak! I beg your pardon. Mr. Bruin,
but when I——”
“Don't beg my pardon for it. Larry,”
interrupted the man. "I agree with j'ou.
Percy Bruin, although he is my relative,
is a thorough sneak. He treated me al
most as badly as he treated you.”
The hoy stared at Howard Bruin in
open-mouthed astonishment.
"You don't mean it." he said, slowly.
"Yes, 1 do. It’s a story I don't like to
tell to everybody, as it's a family affair,
but as r intimated at the start, there is
no love lost between us.”
Howard Bruin sprang to his feet and
took up his soft hat. which he had flung
on a lounge in the corner.
“Come to the stable with me, Larry,”
he said. "I imagine you would like to do
a little work on that hreakfast. It's a
chance to earn some money.”
“I’ll do some work without money. I
calculated to work for that meal. I'm no
charity hoy."
"I must say I like your spirit."
"Thanks. Say. Mr. Bruin, haven’t you
a steady joh here for me?"
Howard Bruin rubbed his chin medita
tively.
"Hardly, Larry. You pee. I’m an old
bachelor, and live here all alone with
Maggie, who used to he my mother's
housekeeper. I only keep one horse and a
couple of cows, and 1 do the work around
the place myself, just for exercise and a
change from my regular work.”
"Do you go to Cleveland to do busi
ness?"
"Sometimes, hut not often. My work
comes from New York and Philadelphia.
I suppose jou do not know my occupa
tion.”
"No, sir.”
"I am an artist. I illustrate scientific
works, books on natural history and trav
el and the like. I like to live out here,
where I get away from all the city hustle
and confusion. The neighborhood of a
country town like Cleveland just suits
me.”
By this time the two had reached the
barn. Under Howard Bruin's directions
Larry set to work at once, pitching in
with a will, and doing everything in a
manner which could not be excelled.
The barn was situated upon the hank
of tlie stream before mentioned, but at a
point some distance below the residence.
A hundred feet farther down, the stream
made a sharp turn between the hanks
and rushed over a number of sharp rocks
and down an incline studded with loose
stones.
"It’s a nice place to live,” observed the
boy, as he listened for an instant to the
rushing of the waters. "There must be
fish ”
He broke off short as a loud cry of ter
ror reached his ears.
"What does that mean?” he asked.
“It came from up the stream." replied
Howard Bruin. "It was a girl's voice, if
I’m not mistaken.”
"By hookey. look there!” burst from
Larry’s lips, and he pointed out into the
water.
There, on a frail raft, composed of only
a few hits of hoards, knelt a young girl,
not over ten years of age. Her hair was
flying loosely in the breeze and her face
was filled with terror.
“She'll he drowned if she gets in the
rapids!" ejaculated Howard Bruin. "And,
yes, it is Maud Noxwell!”
(To Be Continued.)
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