The state rights democrat. [volume] (Albany, Linn County, Oregon) 1865-1900, 1874-12-25

woman aboard. "
Helen shuddered at his language,
but thought his voice was deep, and
his mustaehe very grand.
Such glinpses Of physical life did
the classical Helen get in the silver
moonlight by the shore.
In an upper room Of the Summer
hotel sat Hercules at table, with
companion less handsome than he.
"Now, Steve" said his companion,
"there's them two fifteen-hundred-
dollar fellers from the Middletown
Bank; them uns come to me-"
"No," said Hercules, who was
really Mr.. Steve Hunnison, of New
York, burglar and gambler, and
known to the detectives as "Big
York" and "Pfetty Persimmon;' '"I'll
chuck you for 'em." ep 5l4s
At which Steve won, and his COM
panion and he drank themselves into
a booze AS the two tumbled into
bed, Steve gurgled;
"Johnny, I'm goin' fur the woman
Of that feller that beat me tonight.
X T. x
Helen Londsdale lay on her white
pillow just as dawn was creeping
| into the room. Recollections OF
some brilliant criticisms on Hugo,
that David had made the night be-
fore, were exciting her admiration
for the mental qualifications Of her
husband. Then she began to Won
der at the remark Of Hercules, and
asked herself whether he was not
really chivilrous in not beating her
frail husband because q lady was in
the boat with him. "But, really"
thought she, che could not have crit
icized my playing IfaritG as David
did," and she fell asleep again
Meanwhile the Rev. David Lonsdale
had risen with the dawn, left his fair
young wife asleep, and with great
long strides, had gone down the road
that winds with the undulations OF
the lake, No prize-fghter could
have stepped over the ground more
glibly than he; no gymnast have
! ieaped fences more easily. By-and-
by he came to low, tumble-down
farmhouse, and, tapping at the door,
said: "Is the old man better?"
"No better, replied the old lady,
who came to the door.
"What was be talking about?" in
ouired the Rev. David Lonsdale.
CAV the earn" said the brusque
old woman.
Then David Lonsdale took up the
hoe which stood against the cabin,
its dirty handle half-lighted by the
dawn, and went into the nearby
field and rapidly began to hoe the
Young corn. So swiftly did he go
over the yellow-green rows that wsen
the sun was an hour high the little
was done. Then, putting his hoe
beside the cabin door, he asked;
"'Is your old man any better
ssNo better, my dear soor, but only
, a little aised, because his earn is not
a-witherin' soor."
Then David Lonsdale dropped
some money into her hand, and said
"Tell your old man that the corr
1 is hoed.'
Q "An' it may save his life to heal
4 yer words, soor, said the old woman
: as the Rev. David Lonsdale strobe
down the road.
d When Helen Lonsdale sat down tt
t breakfast that morning, she saw be
{ side her a thin, pale young man, wht
s was her husband; and opposite tx
t Eer at the hotel table, Hercules (aliaI
J, "Steve') of the evening before. :
/, Hercules was gorging beef-steaks i
# a most vulgar manner, and David
! too, was eating a beafsteak in mos
e gentlemanly acknowledgements
It remarking to Helen, by way Of pa
renthesis, that Voltaire was onl
u playing a polite game unworthy Q
p his great genius when he praised tn
+, the verses Of Frederick. t
Q eyes" said the accomplishe
Helen, as her mind came back TO hel
'but what do you say for Madam
% du Chatelete?"
Q "Nothing," said the unobtrnsivt
- modest and intellectual Rev. Davl
y Lonsdale.
u On the opposite side Of the tabl
sat Steve, or "Big York" whoi
Helen, in her Imagination, ha
lg named Hercules. To be sure he al
his potatoes with his knife, an
I'd sucked his coffee from saucer; bl
\, he was broad-shouldered, and grea
d: thighed, and glossy-mustached an
ID curly-haired; and she took glance
ID at him, now and then. Her hu
band sat like gentleman at h'
ed side, and told her that in her pian'
n playing Of the night before he ha
observed not merely an accomplish
Q. ment, but sign OF genius, if 81
De would wait for him to explain VIII
lls genius really was
as Hercules vulgar companion, 7
u, marked that rowin' was now ye.
IN good; and Hercules replied that
.rs might have have won race with
he slim-Jim Of feller last night, on
n he had woman with him"
ng Helen began to talk to Day
lls about the literary ability Of Wend'
ea Philips.
NJ be Two days afterward Helen "
al walking by the lake shore, Day
1s- having gone down on some "elasslc
INF nj errand9 along the road, probably
ID the parched corn-feld Of the po
nj freshman. Suddenly Hercules, wi
IA silken mustache and glossy ha
.en stood beside her.
"A Good day, ma'am."
in No reply.
nd 81 could have beaten you out
ow your eyes, na'am, but ] wouldn't, J