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i -.NOT --- LIKE OTHER MEN By Frederic Van Rensselaer Dey, i Author of “The Brotherhood of Silence,” “The Quality of a Sin,” Eta Copyright, 1301. by Frederic Van Rensselaer Dey. CHAPTER V. { ■ * CRAIG THOMPSON’S WISDOM. *" ** C' 1 IRAIO THOMPSON did wish to go. The fact was un- VrVf ? precedented In the experience that others had known of him. but it was true, and when at the close of the second day they urrlved at the ranch I.lsle remembered with sur prise that he had never known his fa ther to be so companionable with a stranger before, but In this case he had appeared to find much that was con genial In their tastes. It Is possible that his own intense love for Lisle per mitted him more readily to appreciate the good qualities of another who also loved him. It may be that he Intuk tively foresaw the time when Lisle would need a friend and that he dis covered in Thompson the man whom he would select for that position. Thompson’s ranch adjoined Max well’s. although’ 30 miles separated the buildings which the respective owners called home. In that land of magnifi cent distances such an interval of . space was trivial, hut Richard Max well had always Isolated himself from his neighbors in a way that utterly re pulsed friendly advances, so that he was known more as a ranch owner than as a man, hut now be volunteered every outward demonstration that he desired to create more friendly rela tions with ids nearest neighbor. During the journey to the ranch Lisle’s father permitted it to be under stood that he preferred that ho refer ence should be made to the lasso due.. He seemed to have blotted it out of his memory as utterly as though it had not occurred. At home the old life was taken up where it had been left off. and with the exception of the presence of a guest— and within the memory of Lisle an in vited guest had never before been a part of the household—it was the same as it had always been. Studies were resumed at the point where they had been abandoned, occupations recom menced where they bail broken off. and everything resumed its accustomed routine, for the master of Crescent and Cross never permitted anything to In terfere with the rules of ids daily life. But the week of Thompson’s stay came to an end. and Lisle was surprls ed when he remembered that during the entire time he iiad rarely been alone with tbeir guest—never, in fact, except at such times as they passed upon the broad veranda, where tin* old frontiersman loved to sit and smoke and chat with the “kid,” interspersing his stories and anecdotes with whole- 1 some advice that was always given In bis inimitably blunt aud forcible man ner. Lisle was often astonished by tbe deep learning of the strange man, whose customary disregard of correct English was at once a mixture of as- 1 sumption and carelessness. The youth’s Intuition revealed to him that behind and beneath the rough exterior of his new friend there existed a fund of ten- \ derness and sympathy most profound. He was like a lump of rich quartz— the Intrinsic value was all there in- j cased within tho roughest aud hardest of substances. On the other hand CrsMg also diet with surprises which puzzled him greatly, although he made no com ment unless to Lisle In person. One of them came during an evening when Richard Maxwell was not present. Craig was smoking his pipe on the ve randa. lolling back in one of ttie com fortable chairs, when he heard the pi ano. "That’s right, boy,” he called out "I’m iu just the mood for some music. Couldn't you sing something for a changeV” There was no reply in words, but the melody changed, and presently a su perb voice, in tender contralto, floated out to him. With Increasing power it swelled into the pathetic air of Ash er's "Alice” until the clear high notes swept out across the starlit plain so sweetly, so purely, so longingly that Craig forgot his pipe, forgot Lisle, for got where he was. forgot everything except a memory that the song con jured up. His head sank lower and lower upon his breast, tears stood in his eyes and splashed unheeded upon his tightly clasped hands, and when tbe melody ceased he did not move. Lisle left the piano and went out to him, but Craig Thompson was not aware of his approach until he felt a touch upon his shoulder. Then he started up with a cry as one who has been rudely awakened from a dream. “Come here, boy.” he said in a tone that shook with emotion. ”1 want to look at you. Who taught you that song? Who gave you that voice? What strange mixture are you?” “Craig.” said Lisle in surprise, not heeding the questions, “what is the matter? Are those tears iu youfeyes— tears because I sang to you?” “Yes. they're tears. Do you think that lam ashamed of them? Men shed tears only when they are necessary to keep the heart from bursting. Mine burst long ago, but somehow l got It together again, and maybe the cement 1 used wears a little with time. Any how, that song of yours opened a seam or two in the old wound. That song brings back memories, and memories are n’izin tkiuirs to have around if they ain't ’JUM t*ue soft mat a teiier tt_-” i Wjgyjauiilit you that "Nobody. I learned it myself. It 1 came with some music that father or dered years ago. He does noUllce f& I never sing it to him. I have rjot sung It before iu n long time. 1 (lb not know why I thought of it tonight." "I do. It was Just my heart speaking !to yours. Lisle. Will you be offended, boy. if I tell you that you hate gof a voice like a woman's—just like the voice.of a woman whouf I Ytsed >to know, the sweetest ant) best''woman ; who ever lived? She waft my sister, Llsfl. ahd she used to "sing that song to me. I liked it because her name was Alice,, like the song.. It’s a good many years since 1 Satf her. Lisle, and I don’t know whether she Is alive or dead. Don’t you sge, kid. why my fal lous ofd' heart filled uf) with tears so that It would have burst if I hadn’t shed a few?" , ' • “I am sorry, Craig, very sorry, that I selected that song.” “Don’t you be sorry; be glad. It saved me from one of my fits, for one of ’em lias been coming on ever since I have been here.” “Shall 1 sing something else for you?” “No: don’t sing; don’t play. 1 don’t want to get the taste of that orie out of my month. Sit here and talk with me. We won’t have another evening together for a long time—maybe nev er.” “Why do you say that?” “I’m going to light out in the morn ing before that tit comes on. You think I am older than your father, don’t you?" “I should say that you are, by sev eral years.” “Well. I reckon I am in some ways. It comes of having fits. 1 suppose, but Dick Maxwell is five years older than I am. He’s 4S or thereabout, according to tiis say 1 look about SS. but I’m only 43. Do you know what I am get ting at?” “No." “Tills: I’m preaching, lad. Everyone of those years that rest on my head without having conn* into my life was j put tiiere by a piece of scoundrelism ! that 1 committed when I was just the j age that you are now. and I hadn't any more excuse for getting into It than j you have now either. 1 don’t say that you’ll ever get Into a place where you may be likely to do anything that ain’t right, but If you do there will be time to thin!: there always is. for thinking la mighty quick work —and if that time ever does come you remember 1 what I have said just now and stop j long enough to hum that song over to yourself before you cut loose from the outfit and go it alone. Life ain’t going to l>e all roses for you. Lisle Maxwell, j and don’t you forget it! Your father hasn't brought you up rigid, to my way of thinking. You needn’t get huffy. 1 ain’t criticising him. I'm analyzing you. You don't know any more about the world outside of this ranch than a hog knows al>out skating, aud that ain’t mitch to speak of. I’ve been watching you while I've been here, and tiiere are a whole lot of tilings that you hate got to learn between now and -tho time when you will'have to go it alone, and nobody ever knows when .that time is cpmliog. fit's just like a fidaibed Injun and draws a bead on your vitals from behind a bush or a rock when you ain't looking, and It’s a dead shot every time. You can’t throw a loop .over circumstance at,id .drag it aiqng,a willing captive, like We dtd that steer, it’s got a way of slipping out and roping you Instead, and you’ve got to post yourself about things so that j you will be ready to keep one hand out | in just about the same way that you : poked yours through the loop of Jim i Cummings’ riata over iu the Smoky. I | don’t wonder that some of the boys have said that you look like a woman. Y’ou do, and yoh do not. Y’ou do be cause you have got a tender heart, like a woman’s, and it sticks out through your masculine garb just as plain as daylight when you ain’t thinking. Dick Maxwell has trained you right enough as far as he lias gone, for all I know, but he’s a good ways from going far enough. I want you to make me a promise. Lisle.” “What sort of a promise. Craig?” “You'll he ”1 some day. and when 1 the day comes that sees you that old 1 want you to promise that you will ride over to my ranch and see me. Will you?” “Certainly. I will ride over a great many times in the meanwhile, too, if you enre to have me." “That’s all right. Of course I care to have you, hut I want you to remember that promise anyhow,” “I’ll remember it.” ‘ . “And now, while we’ve got a chance | to talk. I want to say one thing more to you about women. This idea that you’ve got’that they are abominations on the face of the earth is all wrong, if your dad did teach it to you. and some day I’ll prove it to you. ifi’ve been look ng through your lihraVy. and there ain’t a book there that wiTl tell you a blamed thing about them—not one. To my way of thinking you ought to have a few, even if you read ’em against the wishes of the old man. They won’t hurt you any, and In my opinion they will do you a lot of good. Do you i-now where that old corral ia. is cmnuncn corner or my raneu, "Yes.” “Well, next Sunday y'ou ride over there. It ain’t much more than u doz en mllgs. I’ll Igave some books there 'for jou to ream Maybe I’ll meet Jjou tWre If y 4 gome afeout sundown. They yvlll books that will tfacb you sometlfiug that you ought to know, and ' don’t, and—here comes Dick. Lord! I never delivered such a long l.ecfuifOie* fore in my life. It all cornea of your’ singing that song.” When on the following morning Lisle would have Accomfiauigd his father, and (s’aig-for the latter was going to his own home, aitd the farmer. Jiavlug, an errJipd iu t lui redirection, rbde-mit ■with him—he discovered that he was not wanted. Later, when the two men . ' '"V K ■ Maxwell’s eyes were, fixed upon the summit of the riiltje as Thompson disappeared. were on the point of parting. Craig Thompson swallowed his reluctance to I speak upon the thoughts that were up ; perinost in his mind and said: “Maybe yeu won’t like what I say, j Maxwell. Hut I’m going to say it i whether you do or not. You ain’t do | Jng right by that kid. Tie’s too much , iike a woman in some things, and he’s | too blanked ignorant about a lot of I other things that every man and ev i ery woman on the top of God’s green | earth ought to know. While you’re riding home just turn over in your mind what would become'-of your boy if you should be killed before you get the Te. Good day.” “Good day.” responded Maxwell, and he sat there iu bis saddle for an hour, with his eyes fixed upon the summit of the ridge over which Craig Thompson had disappeared. k- [TO BE CONTINUED. 1 • The New Year McClures. A splendid New Year’s "number is the January McClure’s, making good, right at the start, the prom ises ot the editors for the coming year. To a dog story is given the post of honor, and “Army Jack,” by W. J Carney and Chaun cey Thomas, goes straight to the spot by virtue of its soldierly frankness and sincerity. “Jack” is an old white bulldog, “sergeant major o( Troop A,” and the veter an of the-troop, He was Dred and lived and fought and died with the army, and he is buried by his com rades with martial honors. A good many people will, doubt less, open this number to the page with Josephine Dodge Daskam’s name at the top, and they will not be disappointed. “Edgar, the choir boy uncelestial,” is, perhaps, the most unregenerated and irre sistable of all Miss Daskam’s young scamps, Avery notable paper, the first of a series, is Mr. George Washburn Smalley’s personal recollections of “English Statesmen and Rulers,” “The forest Runners,” Stewart Edward White’s vigorous novelette of the Michigan forests, is coutin ued in this number. Gyrus Townsend Brady writes a splendid account of David Crockett and the immortal defence of the Alamo; Cleveland Moffett tells of his explorations “In and Around the Great Pyramid;” Robert Barr recounts another adventure of his captivating hero, James V. of Scotland, and James Barnes has a rattling story of the Boer war. Two short poems,“lndividualism,” by William H. Havne, and “Magic of the past,” by Paul Kester, com plete the number. 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Little Harry Goodson- On December 3d, at 4 p. tn., death entered tbe hoijie oi Mr. and Mrs. J. O. Goo.dson aud plucked the fairest flower of their garden', and carried it to heaven to be transplanted in the garden above, there to be kissed by eternal d?ws. Tivosefwho knew an#, lovfrd Harfjj best knew that in coming he brought joy and gladness. But when he closed his beautiful .eyes ,apd u-T we were blind and dumb an 1 co,ttld nothell why this yvais. But we knowfthat God makes no mis takes; all he does is for the best. Take courage loyed onys, grieve not. for we will see Harry again in the beauty of ati angel. While our hearts are left torn and bleed ing, we know that Harry’s spirit smiles from that bright shore and gladjv whispers, weep no niore.'? He ite missed at home so tifuch, and in the school room, where' he was loved So well. He is sleeping the sleep that knows no waking till God shall bid him rise from the dust of the earth to everlasting happiness at the' right hand of God. 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