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THE HUNTER IN CAMP.
O! the bountiful sense of freedom that
When sweeps the through of the hunter's breast
tramp the day is over and he
In the dreamiiy glow lies at rest
of the blazing camp fire that
stabs at the robe of night,
And points at the gathering shadows with
fingers of cheery light,
I he smoke from his pipe curls upward in
And chases wreathings the of vaporish gray,
sparks from the pine knots
that simp in defiant way
As he lies in his well-worn blankets and
lazily takes his ease
Where only the stars can find him as they
peep through the sheltering trees.
He dreams of the world out yonder, but
never an envious thought
binds place in his brawny bosojn; to him
the great world is naught
But a whirlpool oi care and trouble, from
whose ever-gathering ills
He fled to his life of freedom and peace in
the towering hills.
He accepts no man as his master, he is
s lls domain.
There is • none to challenge his power, there
As he is lists none to dispute the his reign
borne down to the night’s weird voices
W here only the stars on whispering find him breeze
through the can sheltering as they
peep trees.
THE BLACK DIAMOND.
i.
W ELL, of all the extraordi¬
nary letters I, as a medi¬
cal man, had ever received
this one certainly deserved
Chief honors. Once again I picked up
■fh%envelope and glanced at the writ
ill nly to find it was the work of
the 4 Aa me hand that had penned the
lett I allowed my breakfast to be
come cold, and read the strange epistle
for the tenth time.
“Dear Will—Can you loan me a
couple of hundred pounds? It’s a big
oi-dei-, I know, but I’m in a fearful
hble, and must get money somehow
help Satopg ino this ouf. day I month, should so be if extremely you could
;
;By Tin. Way? i<wa riiimmlib
has fallen hopelessly in love with that
ugly little vixen, Dorothy Fleming, so
there are no possibilities for Violet in
.that quarter, at any rate. Do you think
some alteration could he effected in
Henry’s bequest? It’s absurd, that
clause about the title; the more so. now
that Violet loves Nithdale, and I don’t
believe anything on earth will per¬
suade her that there are as good fish
in the sea as ever came out of it. Of
Course, she hasn’t a ghost of a chance,
for that Fleming girl has cut her off
from fortune and the man she loves.
However, she has had an invitation
to his lordship's ball, which she fool
. isbly believes might mean something.
R. S. V. P. as soon as possible. Yours,
etc., FRANK RAYNE.”
Although Rayne and his only daugh¬
ter Violet were among my best pa¬
tients, I failed to see his reason for
Writing to me in this strain. He had
never even hinted at such a thing as
a loan before, and now—yes, there
could be no doubt but that the letter
was for me. It bore my name dis¬
tinctly in his own handwriting, and
he addressed me as “Will,” which he
frequently did in conversation.
At length I gave up the quest of a
suitable solution, and going to my
bureau penned a short note to Rayne
acknowledging his letter, and saying
I was sorry I could not comply with
his request, and in a moment of irri¬
tation I added that I considered it a
greater one than he had any reason¬
able right to ask. This done, I sealed
the envelope and dropped it into the
pillar-box, well aware that sooner or
later I should discover the motive of
his strange appeal. It was not un¬
likely that he, too, would be present
at Lord Nithdale’s hall, in which case
we should meet, for I also should be
there.
II.
There was not the slightest doubt
that Violet Rayne was the belle of the
-evening. Her beauty caught and fas¬
cinated every one; even Lord Nithdale
■could not resist her charms, for now
and again he would east a furtive
glance in her direction.
“Hullo, old fellow, how are you?
Glad you’ve come. I was afraid the
halt and the lame would prevent your
turning up.”
“Good evening, Nithdale,” I replied,
grasping the extended hand of friend¬
ship.
“Come along, I want to introduce
you to a great friend of mine.” He
led the way, and I followed him
the
‘To thm® own self be true, and it will follow, as night the day, thou cans’tnot then be false to any
LINCOLNTON, GA , THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 11.1902.
Those voices to him are as music: the cry
of the crag-perched owl,
The spiteful squall of the wildcat, the do"
wolf’s resounding howl,
The voice of protest from the cougar from
month of its cavernous den,
As the 6moke of his tire arises from his
camp in the hidden glen.
With never a thought of danger he lies in
his blanket bed,
His coat of canvas the pillow supportin''
his drowsy head
As he watches the white clouds drifting
Where through only the limitless azure seas
stars can find him as they
peep through the sheltering trees.
0! where is the life so peaceful so free
from the fangs of care?
With never a thought of the morrow—no
His bedfellow thought of the fruit it may bear.
but his rifle, a friend that
he never knew
To fail in the time of danger—no animate
friend more true.
He studies the jewel-beauties set high in
the arching skies
Till the finger of sleep soft touches the
lids of his weary eyes,
And sweet are the dreamland visions the
eye of his slumber sees
Where only the stars can find him as they
—James peep Barton through the sheltering trees.
Adams, in Denver Rost.
through the brilliant throng as he
endeavored to find the person alluded
to. “I suppose she’s in the ante-room,
looking at the black diamond,” he
adclet1 -
“What black diamond?”
“Oh! haven’t you seen it? I don’t
expect you have. It’s just about a
fine stone, I can tell you. I picked it
up in Brazil for a mere song, consid
ering that I’ve been offered £10,000
for it since my return. I believe the
Raynes are the only people here who
saw it before this evening, for I only
had it brought from the bank a few
days ago, in order that my guests
should see that Dorothy Fleming isn’t
a • - -- - Smartly' dressed men and
women had gathered round the case
that held the stone. I glanced over
their shoulders and beheld what I be
lieve to be the most magnificent gem
I had ever set eyes upon, as it lay un
der a glass lid with the electric lights
P la >’ 1!1 S athwart its many faeots. Just
as I was lost in wonder at the spec¬
tacular beauty of the diamond a hand
lightly touched my sleeve, and I turned
to confront a lady whom Nithdale
forthwith introduced to me as Miss
Dorothy Fleming.
The evening passed all too quickly,
and night began to merge into morn¬
ing. Once I caught a glimpse of Rayne
as he hurried by me, and throwing a
cold glance at me as he turned away.
This, though unexpected, was scarcely
disconcerting; but later, when I begged
a waltz from his lovely daughter, she
replied curtly that her card was full.
Now, as the band struck up the final
dance, Nithdale came into the room, a
ghastly pallor on his face, and rushed
to where I stood.
“Come quickly—the black diamond—
it is stolen!” he gasped, and without
replying I hurried after him into the
adjoining chamber. There stood the
case, but the glass cover had been
broken in and the stone was gone!
“Send for the police at once!” he
called to a footman who was standing
open-mouthed by the door. “Now,
Prevost, you go back to the ballroom
and announce two extra dances. We
must keep every one here at all costs.”
The dance went on in a half-hearted
fashion, for the boldness of the thief
had piqued every one’s curiosity, and
when a few minutes later Nithdale
appeared between the heavy curtains
that shrouded the door he was immedi¬
ately assailed, as I had been, by an
eager crowd. Bliss Fleming was
among the first at his side, but he
ignored the questions put to him and
held up his hand to command silence.
“I am sorry to tell you,” he began,
in a clear voice, unalloyed by any sus¬
picion of emotion, “that a thief has
visited this house to-night. The black
diamond has been stolen!”
Exclamations of horror ran around
the guests, followed by a volley of
questions.
“All the servants have been searched,
but without success,” he continued,
when the murmurs had subsided some¬
what. “Therefore, can any one assist
the police and myself by Informing me
when the stone was last seen in the
case?”
For a moment here ensued a dead
silence; then one b.v one those who
had been In the adjoining room during
the previous two hours began to nar¬
rate their experiences.
“I was there half an hour ago, and
the stone was still in the case,” volun¬
teered Itayne.
“But I’ve been there since,” broke
in Dorothy Fleming. “I left my hand¬
kerchief on the table and went back to
fetch it. The stone was in the case,
but my handkerchief had disappeared.;
In its place was this one, though to 1
whom it belongs I cannot say, for
there is no name upon it.” She fum¬
bled in her pocket and produced a
dainty piece of lace. As she drew it
out something fell to the floor and
rolled beneath Nithdale’s feet, He
stooped down to pick It up, and then
recoiled with an exclamation of hor¬
ror.
“Great heavens!” he cried. “It
the diamond.”
III.
It would he futile to endeavor to
describe the scene of confusion that
followed. Miss Fleming fainted, and
it was while I administered restora¬
tives to her as she lay on the couch
in the library that Rayne entered.
“Where’s Nithdale, do you know?”
I asked, under my breath.
“Can’t say. Off his head, I should
say, after such an affair as this. By
the way, Provost, your practice must
grow rapidly if you treat all your pa
tients as you did me when I asked
your attendance upon my daughter,
Your response that you could not corn
ply with my request, which you con
sidered too great a one to ask, is, I
should think, unique in the annals of
medicine.”
Before I could demand an cxplana
tion he had vanished from the room,
and when I sought him upon the re
eovery of my patient he had left the
house. But his words sent a series of
ideas reeling through my brain that
for,%p nonce rendered thought out of
the question. Early the next morn
ing, however, as I sat in.in.v ow: study,
tired alike in mind and i -a. j; lizecl
had It
accident. It ha^i* J
wrong envelope! NowV'nS I tried _
reason the matter out, there was oi
sentence that refused to be obliterated
from my memory, try as I would:
“That Fleming girl has cut her off
from fortune and the man she loves.”
A conviction of the innocence of
Dorothy Fleming became so strong
that I felt somewhere I should find
evidence to prove it. Accordingly, in
the evening I ordered my carriage and
drove over to Nithdale Hall.
I found my friend at home, and
when I entered his study he was sit¬
ting alone in an armchair, gazing in¬
tently at the fire. Around his eyes
were dark rings, ample testimony of
the suffering he had undergone. I
drew a chair up to his and sat down.
“Look here, Nith tie, do you believe
her to be guilty?” 1 asked, gripping
his arm.
“No. Heave: knows I don’t. But
what would you have me believe?”
“That she is moeent. I believe it,
and until her guilt is proved every
one must beli \ e r innocent, also.
Where is the dia; )nd? I want to
see it.”
Ho rose languidly, and unlocking a
cabinet produ :ed ue stone.
I looked at it carefully. As I held
the stone in my hand something, I
know not w at, compelled me to rise
and go to tie window. Lifting aside
the blind, I drew the edge of one of
the facets across the glass, while
Nithdale watched me in astonishment.
Then, striking a match, I examined
the pane. The g- :n would not cut;
therefore— was iso glass!
For a moment we stood looking Into
each others faces; then I took Nith¬
dale by tl ■ shoulders and forced him
into a chi r.
“Now, en, take pen and ink and
write whK I tell you; but before you
begin I i ay as well say that this is
not the i -ssing stone. Ready? Well,
write to ‘.ayne and request his pres¬
ence her at once, to-night.”
When he had finished he rang the
bell and handed the letter to a foot¬
man. instructing him to deliver it im¬
mediately and wait for a reply. Be¬
fore half an hour had passed the man
returned* and, relieving him of the
missive'ie bore, we broke open the en¬
velope d read it together.
It vi > just as I had expected.
Rayne dd he was unable to come, as
Violet ad given ivay to an old com
plaint, rritated bp the excitement of
the p vious evening, Dr. Prevost
had b a sent for during the day and
had t lered her to be immedSatelv
removed to the continent, so they in¬
tended to start by the first train in
the morning. He hoped, therefore,
that Nithdale would be able to write
his business.
Nithdale looked up at me inquiringly.
“No. I have not been called in, and
if Rayne knew I was going to see his
letter he would have been more care¬
ful what he said. He is, of course,
ignorant that we have discovered the
fraud. But mind, Nithdale, he is not
solely to blame. Violet Rayne put
the imitation stone In Miss Fleming’s
pocket because she, too, lovts you. A
dastardly trick. But who knows what
might have resulted from it?”
“But can we save the real stone?
They will take it with them in the
morning.”
“Leave that to me. I will go and
see Rayne myself now. If he gives
me the diamond, well and good; if not,
I will have him arrested within the
hour.”
“Provost, you're a brick! Give me
your band, old boy. You’ve saved
Dorothy. How—oh! how can I reward
you?”
“By allowing Violet Rayne to leave
the country unmolested, because—I
love her!”—Penny Pictorial Magazine.
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■ -IX
z'M' •\ rill Boots, Shoes &
pJSll 1 P3 I
m Hotter Bargains and Better
m Shoes than ever was
H. G. TARVER, Manager Before.
P ar0m ''wB • *•/ b'-fp
Our One Dollar anti flirty Cents Oi.vc j f.
Our Two Dollar Vici Kid Shoes a big value. Our two wotiiu and
Fifty We Cents Hand-sewed Shoes are the best on the market.
can give vou Ladies Shoes at 75c, but. the Shoes we want to sell
rou are $1.00 and $1.25 Ladies every day Shoes and our $1.25 and $1.50
Ladies Dress Shoes. They are RED HOT BARGAINS and don’t you
forget it. Now our $2.00 Ladies Shoes are as good as anybody’s $3.00
Shoes.
We never forget the Children and Babies and this line of Shoes thi*
ieason is better than ever before.
HATS! HATS! HATS!
Our prices in Hats are simply Tornado Swept. We give yon Boy*
Hats 10c, a real good Hat 25c. Men’s Felt Hats 65c, Men’s Extra Good
Felt Hats $1.00, and so on to the end.
We don’t expect any one to come within a mile of us this season in
Price and Quality. When in the city be sure to Call and Examine and be
Convinced.
GREAT EASTERN SHOE CO.
907 Broad Street, Augusta, Ga.
Legacies to Employes.
In addition to leaving over £100,
000 to Glasgow charities, Mr. James
Dick, the Glasgow gutta-percha mil¬
lionaire, whose will has just been reg¬
istered at Edinburgh, has bequeatned
handsome sums to all his employes:
The cashier received £5,000.
Each clerk gets £500.
The manager of departments, £500.
Each woman worker with thirty
years’ service, £300.
Women workers with twenty years’
service, £100.
And every other woman worker is
bequeathed £50.
The men employes are not so hand¬
somely provided for.
Those with forty years’ service get
£ 100 .
Twenty years’ service, £75.
Fifteen years’ service, £50.
The remainder, £30 each.
To bis domestics, Mr. Dick also
makes handsome legacies.
The cook gets £2,000 and the
housemaid, coachman, and the gard¬
ener £1,000 each.
Measurements of a large number of
heads of those attending the universi¬
ties of Great Britain show that the in¬
telligence of a student, so far as it
can be measured by his success as a
scholar, has no relation to the size of
his head, i_.
NO. 15.
That Settled the Officer.
Recently a Duluth minion of the law
had occasion to visit a family living in
the West End. He wanted to see the
man of the house, but as he was not
in, he sat down and waited in the
kitchen. A young girl, apparently
about 12 years of age, was busying
herself kneading bread.
The officer watched the proceeding
for some time, when he remarked:
“Don’t you go to school? ’
“No, I stopped school some time
ago.”
“I should think that a girl your age
would want to get as much education
as possible before taking the respon¬
sibility attending household duties.”
“Yes, maybe.”
“But why don’t you go to school,
then?”
"Well,” she stammered, “because
my husband thinks I had better stay
at home.”
Then the officer looked out of the
window and the conversation came to
an end.
The Automobile Club of America
has itself undertaken the task of
regulating speed, It takes an auto
mobile to catch an automobile.
ROSES WERE TOO EXPENSIVE.
Wisconsin Man Would be Satisfied
With Carnations.
“Speaking of dreams,” said one of
the fellows the other day,, .“a friend of
mine told me a good one on his part¬
ner. The partner came from a small
interior town, where he kept a gen¬
eral store and sold primes and such
things that do not require much
money to keep in transit. The Mil¬
waukee business was a large one and
involved the expenditure of large
amounts of money. The country part¬
ner had frequent attacks of ‘cold feet”
and was only braced up at such times
by the assurance of the oity man and
the ocular proof given by the books
of the firm.
“Well, the other night the city man
dreamed that his partner came into
the office with a downcast, woebtegone
face and announced:
“ ‘Well, I’m ’way in now.’
“ ‘Pshaw, old fellow, don’t get feaz
ed like that. It’l be a long time yet
before I buy roses for your coffin.’
‘Roses! Roses! Don’t you ever
buy any roses for my coffin. Don’t
you know carnations are a great deal
cheaper than roses?’
“And the realism of the dream was
so complete that the dreamer awoke
and laughed so that he couldn't get
to sleep again for an hour.”—Milwau¬
kee Sentinel.