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little rascals. On the second turned the
king, but lost two tricks, and my score
was four to his two. When I saw my mex.
hand I could not but give a cry of delight
If I cannot gain my freedom on this
thought I, l deserve to remain forever in
chains.
Give me the cards, landlord, and 1 will
lay them on the table for you. Here was
my hand-knave and ace of club, queen and
knave of diamonds and king of hearts
Clubs are trumps, mark you, and had but
one point between me and freedom. AS
you may think, I declined his proposal
He knew that it was the crisis, and he
undid his tunic. 1 threw my doiman on
the ground. He led the ten of spades,
took it with my ace of trumps. One point
in my favor. The correct play was to clear
came the queen upon it. and the game was
equal. He led the eight of spades, and l
could only discard my ace Of diamonds.
Then came the seven of spades, and the
hair fairly stood straight up on my head.
We each threw down a king at the final.
He had won two points, and my beautiful
hand had been mastered by his inferior
as l thought of it. They used to play very
good ecarte at Walters in the year 10. 1
say i'll, Brigadier Gerard.
The last game was now for ALL This
next hand must settle 1t one way or the
other. He undid his sash and l put away
my sword belt. He was cool, this English
man, and I tried to be also, but the per
spiration would trickle into my eyes The
deal lay with him and I may confess to
you, my friends, that my hand shook SO
that 1 could hardly pick my cards from
the rock But when I raised them what
was the first thing that my eyes rested
upon? It was the king, the king, the glori-
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nave u VHOROoAA, cf1cOs
. ''Then we'll see who can play 1t best"
he cried. pulling out his sword
had drawn mine also. but was quite
determined not to hurt this admirable
young man. who had been my benefactor.
Consider" said l. "You say that am
your prisoner. I might with equal reason
say that you are mine. We are alone here,
and. though have no doubt that you are
an excellent swordsman. you would hard
ly hope to hold your own against the best
blade in the six light cavalry brigades."
His answer was a cut at my head. I
parted and shore or half Of his white
plume. He thrust at my breast. I turn
of his cockade.
Curse your monkey tricksr' he cried,
as l wheeled my horse away from him.
why should you strike at me-" said /.
You see that I will not strike back"
That's all very WELL" said he. ''But
camp"
II shall never see the camp" said I.
I'll lay you nine to four you do" he
cried. as he made at me. sword in hand.
But those words of his put something
new into my head. Could we not decide
the matter in some better way than by
fighting? The Bart was placing me In such
a position that should have to hurt him
or he would certainly hurt me. I avoided
his rush. though his sword point was with
In an inch Of my neck.
Il have a proposal" cried. 1--WE shall
throw dice as to which is the prisoner Of
the other"
He smiled at this. It appealed to his love
Of sport.
where are your dice?' he cried.
Il have none'
Nor I. but 1 have cards."
Cards let it be-" said 1.
"And the gamer"
81 leave 1t to you"
"Ecarte, then-the best of three"
could not help smiling as I agreed.
for do not suppose that there were three
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n
Dr0thcr-fn-Lnyv Affection.
From the Chicago Infer.Oeeaz

Justice Brown of the Texas supreme
court has raised an interesting question
regarding the affection that may exist be-
tween brothers-in-law. When Mr.. Bracken
died and his friends were notified by wire
the message failed to reach his brother
in-law, Mr.. Coffin. and that gentleman
could not attend the funeral He brought
suit for damages against the telegraph
company and secured judgment for $500
The case was carried to the supreme court
and the decision reversed on the ground
that Mr. Coffin was not so related to the
deceased as to suffer severely from the
failure to receive the message in time to
mingle his tears with the others at the
grave. Justice Brown read the decision of
the court and drew a clear distinction be-
tween blood relation and that by marriage
It was not case like that of a brother or
a father. but only a brother-in-law. It Is
row necessary in Texas to get at the pos
sibly close relationship between brothers.
in-law and the affection they may bear for
each other. 1t would be unfortunate for
man to sue for damages for not being
promptly notified of the death of his
mother-in-law in Texas.
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MuBketry.
purse was in the hands of the brigands
that he would give over the idea.
Well. we chatted away in this very
amiable fashion until the day began to
break, when suddenly we heard a great
the front Of us. 1t was very rocky and
broken ground, and thought, although
could see nothing, that general engage
ment had broken out. The Bart laughed at
my idea, however, and explained that the
sound came from the English camp, where
every man emptied his piece each morning,
SO as to make sure of having a dry prim-
ing.
'In another mile we shall be up with the
outposts," said he.
1 glanced around at this, and perceived
that we had trotted along at SO good pace
during the time that we were keeping up
our pleasant chat that the dragon with
the lame horse was altogether out Of sight.
l looked on every side, but in the whole of
that vast rocky valley there was no one
save only thu Bart and I-both of us
armed, you understand and both of us well
mounted. began to ask myself whether,
after all. it was quite necessary that
should ride that mile which would bring
me to the British Outposts
Now, I wish to be very clear with you on
this point, my friends, for I would not
have you think that 1 was acting dishon-
orably or ungratefully to the man who had
helped me away from the brigands. You
must remember that Of all duties the
officer owes to his men. You must also
bear in mind that war is game which is
played under fixed rules and when these
rules are broken one must at once claim
the forfeit. If, for example, I had given a
parole, then / should have been an infa-
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"Remove the prisoner to the rear"
had to answer to these burning words of
mine. That was his reply to what would
have made Frenchman weep upon my
shoulder.
What weight on a muller" asked the man
with the red coat.
1.-TWO hundred and ten pounds" said I.
Then you load them deucedly badly"
said Lord Wellington. Remove the pris-
Oner to the rear"
His hncers closed in upon me. and I
was driven madt as thought that the
game had been In MY hands and I ought
at that moment to be a free man. I held
the cards up in 'front.' of the general.
"See, my lord e'e II cried, II played for
my freedom and won. for, as you per-
ceive I hold the king"
For the first time a slight smile softaned
his gaunt face. .'mo
ION the contrary" said he as he mount
ed his horse, 'iti was I who won, for. as
you perceive. my king holds you"
IThs, end.)
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me, my children! They are numbering
your colonel!' For the moment my
wounds and my troubles had brought on q
delirtum. and 1 looked for nothing less
than my five hundred hussars. kettle
drums and all. to appear at the opening Of
the glade.
different to anything which 1 had con-
ceived. Into the clear space there came
galloping fine young man upon most
beautiful roam horse. He was fresh-faced
bonnaire bearing in the world. and the
most gallant way of carrying himself, a
way which reminded me somewhat of my
own. He wore a singular coat. which had
once been red all over. but which was now
stained to the color of a withered oak leaf
wherever the weather could reach 1t. His
shoulder straps, however, were of golden
lace. and he had bright metal helmet up
on his head. with a coquettish white plume
upon one side of its crest. He trotted his
horse up the glade, while behind him there
rode four cavaliers in the same dress-all
clean shaver, with round. comely faces,
looking to me more like monks than dra-
goons. At a short. gruff order they halted
with rattle of arms, while their leader
cantered forward, the fire beating upon
his eager face and the beautiful head Of
his charger. 1 knew, of course, by the
strange coats that they were English. 1t
was the first sight that had ever had of
them, but from their stout bearing and
their masterful way l could see at a glance
that what 1 had always been told was
true. and that they were excellent people
to fight against
We'll, well. wellp' cried the young off,
Ger. in sufficiently bad French; what de-
wills game are you up to here? Who was
that who was yelling for help, and what
are you trying to do to him?"
1t was at that moment that learned to
bless those months which Obriant, the de-
scendant Of the Irish kings. had spent in
teaching me the tongue of the English.
My ankles had just been freed so that
had only to slip my hands out of the cords,
and with a single rush / had flown across
picked up my saber where 1t lay by the
fire. and hurled myself onto the saddle of
poor VidaIs horse. Yes, for all my wound
ed ankle, l never put foot to stirrup, but
was In the seat in a single bound. tore
the halter from the tree. and before those
villains could so much snap a pistol at
me I was beside the English officer.
II surrender to you, SIR" cried, though
/ dare say my English was not much bet
ter than his French. IF you will look at
that tree to the left you will see what
these villains do to the honorable gentle
men who fail into their hands"
The fire had f1ared up at the moment,
and there was poor Vidal exposed before
them, as. horrible an object as one could
see in q nightmare. "GodamT cried the
officer. and ''Godamr' cried each of the
four troopers, which is the same as with
US when we cry Mon Dieuv Out rasped
the five swords and the four men closed
up. One WHO were a sergeants chevron
laughed and clapped me on the shoulder.
Flight for your skin. frcggy." said he.
All! 1t was so fine to have a horse be-
tween my thighs and a weapon in my
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Gus king OF trunWs. My mouth was open
to declare 1t which sthe words were frozen
to my lips by the appearance Of my COM
rade.
He held his cards in his hand but his
jaw had fallen and his eyes were staring
over my shoulder with the most dreadful
expression of CONSERVATION and surprise.
I whisked round, and myself was amazed
at what I saw.
Three men were standing quite close to
us-hfteen meters 2 at the farthest. The
middle one was Of good height, and yet
not too tall-about, the same height, in fact,
that am myself. He was clad in a dark
uniform, with small cooked hat and some
sort Of white plume upon the side. But
had little thought for his dress. 1t was his
face. his gaunt cheeks, his beak Of q nose.
his masterful blue eyes, his thin, firm slit
Of a mouth, which made one feel that this
was wonderful man, a man of a million.
His brows were tied into a knot. and he
cast such glance at my poor Bart from
under them that one by one the cards
came dutterinR down from his nerveless
fingers. OF the two other men, one who
had face as brown and as hard as though
1t had been carved out of old oak, wore q
bright red coat. while the other, a fine
portly man with bushy side whiskers, was
In blue Jacket with gold facings. Some
little distance behind three orderlies were
holding as many horses, while an escort
Of lancers were waiting in the rear.
Heb. Crawford. what the DEVILS this?"
asked the thin man
the red coat. Lord Wellington wants to
know what this means" t
My poor Bart broke into an account Of
all that had occurred, but that rock face
never softened for an instant.
Pretty fine. pom my word Gen. Craw-
ford" he broke In. THE discipline of this
force must be maintained. sir! Report
yourself at headquarters as a prisoner
mount his horse and ride of with hanging
head. I could not endure it. threw my
self before this English general. pleaded
with him for my friend. I told him how I,
officer he was. All, my eloquence might
have melted the hardest heart; I brought
tears to my own eyes, but none to his.
Ny voice broke and could say no more.
What weight do you put on your mules.
sir, in the French service?" he asked. Yes.
that was all this phlegmatic Englishman
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GlndstOne's Private Talks.
From the Westminster Budget.

Mr.. Fowler's speech on the Indian cotton
duties the other day is said to have been
one of those rare public orations which
actually influence votes. Most Of the
speeches which do this are made in private.
I remember once asking a friend of Mr..
Gladstone what kind of arts he used to
employ to bring over hesitating colleagues
or wavering partisans. mo arts" was the
reply. He never wheedled; he simply over
whelmed" The amount of energy and
even of rhetorical skill which Mr.. Glad
stone would throw into these informal
colloquies was often prodigious. Good
heavensi good heavens!' said well-known
politician once, as he wiped the perspira-
ton from his forehead and sank exhaust
ed into his chair, Good heavensS there is
nothing left of me!' why" asked his
friend, what have You been doing?"
Talking with Mr.. Gladstone for an hour"
was the reply.
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Copyright, 1885, BY Bachelor. johnson & BaeheIler)
(Copcluded0

Copyright 1895, by Bachelor. johnson & BacheIler)
(Concluded)
CHAPTER w.
Ut Is acknowledgement have heard many
make the same remark-how acute ones
senses become at such crisis as this. I
an convinced that at no moment Is one
living so wildly. so acutely. as at the
instant when violent and foreseen
death overtakes one. 1 could smell the
resinous fagots, I could see every twig
upon the ground. could hear every rustic
Of the branches. as I have never smelled,
OF seen, or heard. save at such times of
danger. And so 1t was that, long before
any one else. before even the time when
the chief had addressed me. I had heard
q low, monotonous sound, far away. In
deed, and yet coming nearer at every in
slant At first 1t was but a murmur, a
rumble. but by the time he had finished
speaking while the assassins were untying
my ankles in order to lead me to the scene
of my murder, I heard, plainly as ever
heard anything in my life, the clnking
of horseshoes, and the jingling of Bride
chains. with the clank of sabers against
stirrup irons. Is it likely that I. who had
lived with the light cavalry since the first
hair shaded my lip. would mistake the
sound of troopers on the march? Help.
comrades, help!' I shrieked, and though
they struck me across the mouth and
tried to drag me up to the tree. kept on
yelling: Help me, my brave boys! Help
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tanned in the Greek Church. and in some
parts Of Russia Gagged birds are loosed and
red eggs exchanged

Ieu eggs eACH2DSe0
Origin OF the Easter Egg.
The origin of the use of the Easter egg
is thought to have been symboliz;ng the
resurrection. The use Of the egg as SYM
bolical OF renew ed life can be traced back
much further than the early church, how
ever. 1t has been connected with the Gus
toms Of the ancient Egyptians. Persians.
Greeks and Romans. and Schwart says it
was customary among the Parsees to dis
tribute red eggs at their spring festival.
Many Of the popular observances con-
rected with Easter are of pagan origin, and
traceahle to the feast Of the Saxon deity
Easlre. and the Anglo-Sa1on name Of April
was Easter-monath. The celebration Of
Faster was marked by kindling of bonfires
and other rites. The church finding 1t in
expedient to crush out this pagan rite. con-
ciuded to give Christian significance to
1t. Joy at the rising Of the natural sun
and at the awakening Of nature from the
death Of winter was easily transformed in
to joy at the rising of the Sun of Right
eousness and at the resurrection of Christ
from the grave. The custom of lighting
bonfres was superseded by the lighting Of
immense church tapers, some of them
weighing 800 pounds.
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From the Kansas City Star.
A very dignified black and white cat was
crossing 18th street at the corner of Broad.
way last Wednesday night when she was
espied by Scotch terrier prowling about
In the neighborhood. Pussy had just ar
rived beneath the electric light at the cor
Eer when the deg charged upon her full
tilt Taken by surprise, she made a few
leaps forward, but seeing her retreat cut
off by passing cable car. she faced about
determined to make a stand against the
enemy.
The terrier was possessed Of more dis
c1etion than valor. and when pussy turned
on him he stopped short, out of reach of
the claws sha held up ready to strike at
him. Then he began to bark, which only
made the cat the more furious Two or
three newsboys, "red-hot' peddler and a
policeman gathered at the corner, inter-
ested spectators of the encounter They
cries of Sick 'em: sick 'em!" urged him
on to battle. Pussy's eyes showed green
and yellow and scarlet under the electric
light, her back was arched almost double
ard her tail stood out like fox brush
She kept up continuous splitting, while
the terrier barked necessarily.
Tho crowd on the corner grew bigger and
the light grew interesting. The policeman
shouted words of encouragement to the
deg, but the cleaning eyes of the angry
cat kept him at a distance. Suddenly
stone thrown by boy rolled between the
combatants. The dog turned to look for
the thrower. 1t was the mistake of his
life. With one leap pussy was on his back,
tearing clawfuls of hair out of his head.
The terrier turned tail and ran, but pus-
sy held on tight to his long hair. all the
while clawing his back. Down Broadway
they went. while the crowd cheered for
the cat. who still chung on her foes back
like the woman bareback rider at the cir
Gus.
When they got opposite an alley pussy
dropped lightly off, and saying eta, ia,
doggy" darted away in the darkness. The
terrier will hereafter be more circumspect
in his manner of approaching respectable
Tables after dark.
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A Study in Grammar.

From the Cincinnati Tribune.
A teacher in one Of the lower grades OF
a city school was endeavorng to impress
upon her pupils the fact that a plural SUBJ
ject takes a verb in the plural
Remember" she said; girls are. boys
are: girl is, boy Is. Now. do you un-
derstand it?"
Every hand in the room was raised In
assent
"Well, them" continued the teacher
who can give me q sentence with girls
plural, remember"
This time only one hand was raised, and
that belonged to- a pretty little miss
Please, ma'am," she said. with all the
assurance of primitive reasoning, Il can
give sentence. Girls. are my hat on
straight?"
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far behind US and were right out in the
open fields that we ventured to halt and
to see what injuries we had sustained. For
me, weary and wounded as I was. my
heart was beating proudly and my chest
was nearly bursting my tunic to think that
I. Etienne Gerard, had left this gang Of
murderers so much by which to remember
me. My faith. they would think twice be-
fore they ventured again to lay hands upon
one Of the third hussars. So carried away
was that made a small grafton to these
brave Englishmen and told them who 1t
was that they had helped to rescue.
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men In France who were my masters at
the game. 1 told the Bart as much as we
dismounted. He smiled also as he listened.
Il was counted the best player at Wa
tiers" said he. with even luck you de-
serve to get on II you beat me-
So we tethered our two horses and sat
down, one on either side of the great fiat
rock. The Bart took pack of cards out
of his tunic and 1 had only to see him
shuttle them to convince me that had no
novice to deal with. We cut and the deal
fell to him.
My faith. 1t was a stake worth playing
for. He wished to add a hundred gold
pieces a game. but what was money when
the fate Of Col. Etienne Gerard hung upon
the card? I felt as though all those who
had reason to be interested in the game.
my mother. my hussars, the sixth corps
d'armee, Ney, Messena, even the emperor
himself. were forming ring around US
in that desolate valley. Heavens, what
a blow to one and all Of them should the
cards go against me. But was confident,
for my ecarte play was as famous as my
swordsmanship. and. save old Bouve Of
the hussars, who won seventy-six out Of
one hundred and fifty games of me, have
always had the best of a series.
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had at least one guard besides myself.
refined up my horse and explained this to
him, asking him at the same time whether
he saw any breach Of honor in my leaving
him.
He thought about it. and several times
when they mean mon Dieu" "You would
give me the slip, would you?" said he.
IF you can give no reason against II"
1.-The only reason that I can think of"
said the Bart. "is that should instantly
it."
1.-TWO can play at that game. my dear
Bart said
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CHAPTER VI.


The first game I won right OF, though
I must confess that the cards were with
me, and that my adversary could have done
no more. In the second I never played
better and saved a trick by a finesse, but
the Bart voled me once. marked the king
and ran out in the second hand My faith,
we were SO excited that he laid his helmet
down beside him, and my busby
TIL lay my roam mare against your black
horse" said he.
Done" said I.
Saddle. bride and stirrupsr' he cried.
"Done! I shouted.
had caught this spirit Of sport from
him. would have laid my hussars against
his dragons, had they been ours to pledge
And then began the game Of games. Oh,
he played. this Englishman; he played in
a way that was worthy of such a stake
But my friends, I was superb0 OF the
five which had to make to win gained
three on the first hand. The Bart bit his
mustache and drummed his hands, while l
already felt myself at the head of my dear
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The Man and the Place.

From the Chicago Record
Joaquin Afiller's stand in advocacy of Ha-
waiian royalty qualities him pre-eminently
for the pest Of poet laureate to our ma
uonal administration.
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Not Today.

From the Boston Transcript.
visitor-"And is your mistress so very I'll?
1 am exceedingly sorry. Do they think she
will die today?"
Manservant-''She be very bad. mum, but
she can't die today. This is cooks day on"