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4 - m m 1# «p A Golden Rule of Agriculture: Be good to your land and your crop will be good. Plenty of Potash In the fertilizer spells quality i and quantity in the har vest. Write us and we will send you, free, by next mail, our money winning books. OERMAN KALI WORKS, 93 Nassau Street, New York. a-ttft-“-m—-—jjr*“—1“- — - w BLACK ROCK By RALPH CONNOR m CHAPTER I. CHRISTMAS EVE IN A LUMBER CAMP. T was due to a mysterious dis pensation of Providence and a good deal to Leslie Graeme BBjjBEI that I found myself In the lienrt of the Selkirks for my Christmas eye as the year 1882 was dying. It had been my plan to spend my Christmas far nway in. Toronto with such bo hemian and boon companions as could be found In thut cosmopolitan and kindly city. But Leslie Graeme cbnrig- ed nil that, for, discovering me In the . Houser is. now running n first- 1 village of Black Rock, with my traps or any one else * exce Pt Mlke Slavin, Boarding House at 765 Chorry 8t.! all .packed, waiting for the stage to when you’re too dry to wait for some one to treat you, or perhaps Father Ryan, when the fear of hell fire is on sistless force, and I found myself re- to you ' A GOOD PLACE. Notice is korebv given to Indies and gentlemou who visit Macon that Mrs. W. H class ing,” said one of the men. “Bedad, and it’s him has the foine nose for turkey,’’ said Blaney, a good natured, Joviai Irishman. “Yes, or for pay day, more like,” said Keefe, a black browed, villainous fellow countryman of Blaney’s and, strange to say, his great friend.' Big Sandy McNaughton, a Canadian highlander from Glengarry, rose up in wrath. “Bill Keefe,” said he, with de liberate emphasis, “you’ll ,,just . keep your dirty tongue off the minister, and, as for your pay, it’s little he sees of which is very near,the business center] Btart fp the Landing, thirty miles of the city,iand she will be pleased to, away, he bore down upon me with servo them meals at 25 j. each. \ covering from my surprise only after we had gone In his lumber sleigh some six miles on our way to his camp up In tlio mountains. I was surprised and much delighted, though I would pot allow him to think so, to flud that his old time power over me was still there. He could always In the old vnrsity days—dear, wild days—make me do what he liked. Ho was so handsome and so reckless, brilliant In his class work and the prince of halfbacks on the Rugby field and with Inch power of fascination ns would “extract the heart out of a wheelbarrow.” ns Barney Lundy used to say. And thus It was that I found myself just three weeks Inter— I wns to have spent two or three days— on the ufternoon of the 24th of Decem ber, standing In Graeme’s Lumber Camp No. 2, wondering nt myself. But I did not regret my changed plans, for In those three weeks I had raided a d»Q cr/\ EXPRESS cinnamon bear’s den and had wulicned npa.UKJ PAID- up 0 grizzly. But I shall let the grizzly finish the tale. He probably sees more humor In It than I. The camp stood In a little clearing •and consisted of a group of three long, low shanties, with smaller shacks near them, all built of heavy, unhewn logs, with door and window In each. The grub camp, with cook shed attached, stood In the middle of the clearing; nt a little distance was the sleeping enmp with the office built against it, und PENNSYLVANIA PURE RYE, EIGHT YEARS OLD. OLD SHARPE WILLIAMS Four fulIQuarta of this Fine Old, Pare RYJ3 WHISKEY , Wo ship on approval in plain, scaled boxoB, with no marks to Indicate contents. Wlion |you rooulvo itaml tost it, If It is not satisfactory, return it a» our expense and wo wll return your $8iB0. Wo guarantee this braud to bo EIGHT YE A US OLI). Eight bottlOB for go BO, oxprosB prepaid: 12 bottfos for go 00 oxproBS prepaid. 1 i propai 100; Ono gallon jug, express props 2 gallon jug, express prepaid, Mu oliargu for boxing. Wo handlp all tlio lauding brands of Rye and Bourbon Whiskies and will save you 00 Vov Cent, on Your Purchases: Kentucky Htar Bourbon, g 35 Quart, Gallon, about « hundred yards away on the Etkrldgo Bourbon 40 ** pnllo" ' Boon Hollow Bourbon 4B .Col>vood l’uro Hyo bo Monogram Hyo nn MoBrayor Ryo 00 Maker's ‘ A AAA. 0.0.1*. (Old Osoar l’oppor) 05 Old Crow 75 Kinohor’s Golden Wedding...:.... 76 Hoffman Houso Ryo 00 Mount Vornon, 8 years old 1100 Old Dllllngor Ryo, 10 years old 12B Tho above pro only a fow brands. Bond for a catalogue. Whl-°-!-°" -°° ( ls by tho gallon, suoli ns Corn e ' ♦1 2b other side of the clenrlng stood the 1stables and near them the smiddy. The 100 mountains rose grandly on every side, throwing up their great peaks into 240 the sky. The clearing In which the 2$j camp stood was hewn out of a dense 2 bo Pine forest that filled the .valley and 300 climbed half way up the' mountain sides and then frayed out in scattered and stunted tress. 1 400 iVhlskoy, Pouch and Apple Brandies, oto., sold dlan mmlly as low; train gl2B a gallon and upwards + wegiake a Bpooiasty of tho Jug Trade, Tho men stood amazed at Sandy’s sudden anger and length of speech. “Bon! Dat’s good for you, my bully boy,’’ snld Baptiste, a wiry little French Canadian, Sandy’s sworn ally und de voted admirer ever since the day when tho big Scotsman, under great provo cation, had khocked him clean off the dump Into the river and then jumped in for him. It was not till afterward 1 learned tho cuuso of Sandy’s sudden wrath which urged him to such unwonted length of speech. It was not simply that tho Presbyterian blood carried with it reverence for the minister and contempt for papists and Fenians, but that he had a vivid remembrance of how, only a month ago, the minister had got him out of Mike Slavin’s sa loon and out of .the clutches of Keefe and Slavin and their gang of blood suckers. Keefe started up with, a curse. Bap tiste spruug to Sandy’s side, slapped him on the back and called out: “You keel him! I’ll hit (eat) him up. me.” It looked as if there might be a fight when a harsh voice said in a low, suv- age tone: “Stop your row, you blank fools! Settle it, if you want to, Bomewhere else.” I turned and was amazed to see old man Nelson, who was very seldom pioved to speech. There was a look of scorn on his hard, iron gray face and of such set tled fierceness ns made me quite be lieve the tales I 'had heard of his dead ly fights in the mines at the const. Be-r fore apy, reply could be made the min ister drove up and called out In a cheery voice: “Merry Christmas, boys! Hello, San dy I Comment ca vn, Baptiste? How e maico a speoinsty and nil orders Dy Mail or have our prompt attention: Indue — inducements offered. Mail Orders shipped receipt of ordor. TelBorftphwul tion: Special uu p do you do. Mr. Graeme?” > <n» of those Tvoiidoi-ful 0*™-.. ,. lrlr8t mle . Let Introduce my friend, 1 Mr. Connor, sometime medical dlan whiter days, bright and with n of Bharpness in the air that did not chill, but warmed the blood like same dav of the pediai 1* rr T ■ , at largo, but not a bad sort” peoiai drafts of vlne> Th P men were up In . * nn +n ho anv ,M„ student, now artist, hunter and tramp t largo, but not a bad sort” “A map to be envied.” said the min- tlio Altniftyej* & Flateau Liquor Company, the woodii, itud the shrill scream pf the „ T „„„ bluoinv flnshlncr not-nen tho’Wn Hin smiling. I am glad to knpw any, friend of Mr. Graeme’s.” 000, 608, 610, 612 Fourth Stroot, near Unton PaBBenger Dopot. bluejny flashing across the open, the impudent chatter of the red squirrel front the top of tlio grub camp and the pert chirp of the .whisky jack hopping about on .the rubbish heap, with the long, lone cry of the Wolf far down the IUACON, GEORGIA —■ mo: I liked Mr. Craig from the first. He had’ good eyes, that looked straight out at you, a clean cut, strong face, well set on his shoulders, and altogether bles to see Dandy, his broncho, put up. OF ATLANTA. GA„ Is a twico-a-wepk NEWS paper, published on Monday and Thursday of each week, with all tho latest nows of tho world, which uonios over their leased wires direct to their ofllco. Is an oiglit-pago Hovon-ooluiun paper. By arrangements we have socurod a special rate with them in connection with OUR PAPER. and for |2 we will send mh H0ME J0URMb, THE ATLANTA -Setni-WeeklY Journal- and the Southern Cultivator ALL THREE ONE YEAR. This Is the best offer we have over made our friends and subscribers/ You bad. otter take lore,. 4m I stiwd drinking in with all my soul the glorious beauty and silence of mountain and forest, with the Christ mas feeling stealiug into me, Graeme came out from bis office and, catching sight of me, called out, “Glorious Christmas weather, old chap!” and theii, comiug nearer, “Must you go to morrow?” “I fear so," I replied, knowing well that the Christmas feeling was on him too. “I wish I were going with you,” he Said quietly. I turned eagerly to persuade him, but nt the look of suffering in his face the words died on my lips, for we both were thinking of the awful night of horror when all his bright, brilliant life crashed down about him in black ruin and shame. I could only throw my arm over his shoulder and stand silent beside him. A sudden jingle of bells roused him and, giving himself a little shake, he exclaimed: “There are the boys coming home.” Soon the camp was filled with men “Decent fellow,” said Graeme; “but, though he is good enough to his bron cho, it is Sandy tbut’s in his mind now.” “Does be come out often? I mean are you part, of his parish, ’ so to speak?” “I have no doubt he thinks so, and I’m blowed if he doesn’t make the Presbyterians of us think so too.” And he added, after a pause: “A dandy lot of parishioners we are for any man. There’s Sandy, now. He would knock Keefe’s head off as a kind of religious exercise, but tomorrow Keefe will be sobe^, and Snudy will be'drunk as a lord, and the drunker he is the better Presbyterian he’ll be, to the preacher’s disgust.” Then, after another pause, he added bitterly: “But it is not for me to throw rocks at Sandy. I am not the same kind of fool, but I am a fool of several other sorts." Then the cook came out and beat a tattoo on the bottom of a dlshpan. Baptiste answered with a yell; but, advahtnge of this offer at onoo, for The Journal may withdraw their speoial rato to us at any time. The Semi-Weekly has many prominent men and women contributors to their columns, among them being Rey. Sara Jones, Rev. Walk- eiLewis, Hon- Harvie Jordan, Hon. John Tem ple Graveaand Mrs. w. H. Felton, hesldes’their crop s of efficient editors, who take care of the news matter. Their departments are well cov ered. Its columns of farm news are worth the talking, laughing, chafing. Ilka light £° m ““ wou “ hearted boys. I demea n ,himself to do other than walk “They are a little wild tonight,” said Graeme, “and tomorrow theyil paint M <* *Je Black Rock red ” I camp was a big fireplace, and from the Before many minutes had gone ,the ; J”” 1to J lon « Inst teamster was “washed np" and all botud ttlble8 - c0 '' c, ' cd P lattera «t the prlce of the paper. J ’ " to. this office $2.00 and secure Send direct t^^hree above mentioned papers one year THE HOME JOURNAL, PERRY, GA. were standing about waiting impa tiently for the cook’s signal—the sup per tonight was to be “something of a feed”—when the sound of bells drew their attention to a light sleigh drawn by a' buckskin broncho coming dowD the hillside at a great pace. “The preacher. I’ll bet, by bis drlv- turkey not too scientifically carved, dishes of potatoes, bowls of apple sauce, plates of butter, pies and smaller dishes distributed at regular Intervals. Two lanterns hanging from the roof and a row of candles stuck into the wall on either side by means of slit sticks cast a dim, weird light over the scene. rho came to id goodness s*thy gifts There was a moment’s silence, and. at a hod from Graeme, Mr. Craig rose and said: “I don’t know how you feel about it, men, but to me this looks good enough to be thankful for.” “Fire ahead, sir," called o,ut a voice quite respectfully, nnd^the minister bent his head and sah “For Christ the Lori save us, for all the lo 1 we have known and for tl to us this Christmas night, our Father, make us thankful. Amen." “Bon! Dat’s fuss rate,” said Bap tiste; “seems lak dat’s make me hit more better for sure.” And then no word was spoken for a quarter of an hour. The occasion was far too solemn and moments too pre cious for anything so empty as words, but when the white piles of bread and I the brown piles of turkey had for a second time vanished and after the last pie had disappeared there came a pause and a hush of expectancy, whereupon the cook and cookee, each bearing aloft a huge, blazing pudding, came fortb. j “Hooray!” yelled Blaney. “Up wld ye!" And, grabbing the cook by the shoulders from behind, he faced him about. Mr. Craig was the first to respond and, seizing the cookee In the same way, called out: “Squad, fall In I Quick march!” In a moment every man was in the procession. . “Strike up, Batchees, ye little angel!” shouted Blaney, the appellation a con cession to the minister’s presence, and away went Baptiste in a rollicking French song with the English chorus: “Then blow, ye winds, In the morning, Blow, ye winds, ay ohl Blow, ye winds, In the morning, Blow, blow, blow!” And at each “blow” every boot came down with a thump on the plank floor that shook the solid roof. After the second round Mr. Craig jumped upon the bench and called out: “Three cheers for Billy the cook!” In the silence following the cheers Baptiste was heard to say: “Bon! Dot’s malt me feel lak hit dot puddin’ all hup meself, me.” “Hear till the little baste!” said Bla ney in disgust. “Batchees,” remoustrated Sandy gravely, “you’ve more stomach than manners.” “Fu sure, but de more stomach dat’s more better for dis puddin’,” replied the little Frenchman cheerfully. After a time the tables were cleared and pushed back to the wall, and pipes were produced. In all attitudes sug gestive of comfort the men disposed themselves in a wide circle about the fire, whlcfl now roared and crackled up the great wooden chimney hanging from the roof. The lumberman’^ hour pf bliss had arrived. Even old man Nelson looked a shade less melancholy than usual as he sat alone, well away from the fire, smoking steadily and si lently. When the second pipes were well n-going, one of the men took down a violin front the wall and handed It to Lachlan Campbell. There were two brothers Campbell Just out from Argyll, typical highlanders—Lachlan, dark, si lent. melancholy, with the face of a mystic, und Angus, red haired, quick, impulsive und devoted to his brother, a devotion he thought proper to cover under biting, sarcastic speech. Lachlan after much protestation, in terspersed with gibes from his brother, took the violin and, in response to the call from all sides, struck up “Lord Macdonald’s Reel.” In a moment the floor was filled with dancers, whoop ing and cracking their fingers in the wildest manner. Then Baptiste did the “Red River Jig,” , a most intricate and difficult series of steps, the men keeping time to the music with hands and feet. When the jig was finished, Sandy called for “Lochaber No More,” but Campbell said: “No, no; I cannot play that tonight Mr. Craig will play.” Craig took the violin, and at the first note I knew he was no ordinary play er. I did- not recognize the music, but it was soft and thrilling and got in by the heart till every one was thinking his tenderest and- saddest thoughts. After he had played two or three ex-, quisite bits he gave Campbell his vio lin, sayiiig, “Now, ‘Lochaber,’ Lach lan.” Without a word Lachlan began, not “Lochaber”—he was not ready for that yet—but “The Flowers o’ the Forest!’ and from that wandered through “Auld Robin Gray” and “The Land o’ the LeaJ,” and so got at last to that most soul subduing of Scottish la- ments, “Lochaber No More.” At the first strain his brother, who had thrown himself on some blankets behind the fire, turned over on his face, feigning sleep. Sandy McNaughton took his pipe out of his mouth and sat up straight and stiff, staring Into vacancy, and Graeme, beyond the fire, drew a short, sharp breath. We had often sat, Graeme and I, in our student days, in the drawing room at home, listening to his father wailing out “Lochaber” upon the pipes, and I well knew that the awful minor strains were now eat ing their way into his soul. Over and over again the highlander played his lament He had long since forgotten us and was seeing visions of the hills and loNChs and glens of his far- away naUyeJand jnd making us. too. see strange things out of the dim past. I glanced nt old man Nelson and was startled at the eager, almost piteous, look in hl.s eyes, and I wished Camp bell would stop. Mr. Craig caught my eye and, stepping over to Campbell, held out his hand for the violin. Lin geringly and lovingly the highlander drew out the last strain and silently gave the minister his Instrument. Without a moment’s pause and while the .spell of “Lochaber” was still upon us the minister, with exquisite skill, fell into the refrain of that simple and beautiful camp meeting hymn, “The Sweet By and By.’’ After playing the verse through once he sang softly the refrain. After the first verse the men joined In the -chorus, at first timidly, but by the time the third verse was reached they were shouting with throats full open, “We shall meet on that beautiful shore.” When I looked at Nelson, the eager light had gone out of his eyes, and in its place was a kind of determined hopelessness, as If in this new music he had no part After the voices had ceased Mr. Craig played again the refrain, more and more softly and slowly. Then, laying the violin on Campbell’s knees, he drew from his pocket his little Bible and said: TO BE CONTINUED. The Farmer’s Wife is very careful about her churn. She scalds it thoroughly after using, and gives it a sun bath to sweeten it. She knows that if her churn is sour it taints the butter that is made in it. The Btomach is a churn. In the stomach and digestive and nutritive tracts are performed processes which are exactly akin to the churning of butter. Is it not apparent then that if the stomach churn is “sour” it sours all which is put into it? The evil of a foul stomach is not the bad taste in the mouth and the foul breath caused by it, but the corrupt tion of the pure current of the,blood and the dissemination of disease through the body. Dr. Pierce’s Golden Medical Discovery makes .the sour stomach sweet. It does for the stomach what the washing and sun bath do for Lhe churn—-abso lutely removing every tainting and corrupting element. “Golden Med ical Discovery” contains no alcohol, whisky or other intoxicant or nar cotic. 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