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him, III study up somen. Yores a note"
drawing it from her bosom lingeringly. II
tolo i'm t. wait in de grape harbor. You slip
cut de side do. on III go tell Dasheimer
youso oryin' wi de toofachc. Doan YOU
wahnter?" seeing Myra hesitate between Il
longing to meet her lover and a natural dis
inclination to be managed by her servant
lies wait'n' dere-Mose Moranz. Ef you
ain kyah dat much fo' him 1 TEX my finger
out dis pie quick nuff.'
.'Im going to him, of course; but it
isn't your place to make appointments for me-"
Another month decides the fate of the
House Of Ahnsten. The mother has devel-
oped an obstinacy belonging to weak natures
and still insists on the sacrifice. Myra has
been brought up i'll the strictest principles OF
the Hebrew faith, of which obedience TO par
cnts is only second to worship of God. There
will be a private wedding tomorrow. aftet
which the mortgage, already Cancelled, will
be placed in her hands. The net has closed
around tho girl and she has ceased to look for
aid.
Myram enters hurriedly, and. preoccupied as
they are they recognize something foreign in
her face and manner Passion seems gone
| from her and only the affectionate yearning
of her softer nature left
| "You kin be happy now. Dere ain nutf n
| in de way no mo-. dess come L say goo
BY fo' j go T. do river. st. John calm
calm
mean by the river?'' asks Moranz. seizing
| her.
| do heart. Yes, 1 done kill dat bad Jew sc
( my sister en- de man l lova kin be happy.
I ''Tather Abraham. How did you do it?''
ovid hammer nail, vile he sleepin
! OF de lounge. IF it right fo' Jael, it i.
right fo' me- Lemme go t de river; st
John bin calm me dis long time
"No, no! You must not drown yourself.''
'sYou rudder I would hang?"
"Tha prophets forbid!'
"Well, you know dey'll hang me. all
feerd O. de river; de cole waters bettah dar
dc rope 'roun' my neck Ell disgrace fo my
moder." This is sadly true. He drops hel
! arm
GO then. in the name of Jehovah!"
! "Put you arm 'roun' me. Doan be skyahed
ain 7 ea good ez dead? En- you. Miss Myra
de oder side. Call me sister, dess d
oncet.''
'sister-sistcr!" says Myra, weeping. "Oh
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meeting his, were eloquent, and, though
his lips parted, he said nothing The two
women walked on either side. ana no ono
spoke. few yards from the water ditch
they passed man.
1t was Brady. Neither Maxwell nor his
wife appeared to notice his presence, but
the girl looked him straight in the face.
A moment later bullet whistled past tho
managers head. He felt the swift beat
of the cleft air against bis cheek. and, Tor
the space Of half second, he faltered; then
he set his teeth and went on without -
much as a backward glance. The wone0
were keeping step. and neither changed
feet, though the wife's breath YVES drawn Ia
gasps and her face was as white as marble.
Only the child, startled by the sudden re-
port, hid her face on the Girls shoulder
and the Girl looked ahead to where Silas
Field stood waiting. With a sudden move
| ment, she thrust the child into Maxwell's
arms.
Take her, quick she said. and her voice
shook ever so lightly. 'Shes frightened,
and I'm tired
The baby clung around her fathers neck.
pressing her rosy face against his cheek.
i Her hat had fallen back. and her fair hair,
caught by the wind was blown across Max
wells eyes. a golden veil through the
meshes of which he saw the sudden CLINT
of sunlight on steel. And they were on Z
| level with the emissary of vengeance; but
even as they passed, the Girl, falling
step behind, covered the managers body
with her own, for they were so near q
height that aim at one had meant short
shrift for both. The Instructions Of the
Brotherhood had not provided for such a
contingency. Fields nerve forsook him.
and his hand dropped with an oath. The
three stood at the door of the little house
among the pine trees. 1t was the Girl who
spoke first.
81 must go back" she said, "there is still
something to be DONE"
Her eyes sought those of the managers
wife. There was in that look both pride
and humility; question and prayer. For
answer, the wife kissed her, weeping. Then,
before they had realized what had hap
pened, she was gone. To Maxwell she said
nothing, not even good-by. At dawn the
camp was reused by the clatter Of horses
hoofs. The Deputy Sheriff, none knew how,
had got wind Of trouble at the mine, and
had ridden "hell for leather to the mana
gers aid, for the two were chums Of long
standing, and had done great things at the
wickets in old days for the honor of Har-
row School, But before this Brady and the
: Girl had fed. Her word was her bond; she
saved Maxwell and she never saw him
, again.-The Chap Book.
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the back of his hand His eyes were glazed
with passion and wide with a great fear
she drew his face down to hers and Kissed
him on the mouth.
Tell me-" she whispered. when
The man was mad and she knew it as she
knew her own power over him. He had
taken the oath of secrecy. but he tod her
everything.
Tho managers wife stood in the doorway
Of the little house among the pine trees.
Her ewes were turned away from tho track
up toward the hills, but her thoughts were
far away in the English home she had left
to face an unknown world beyond the seae.
She had cheerfully turned her back on the
old, luxurious life, because then she did
no; know the meaning of the phrase trough
Ing il :" and to her it had seemed that any
life must be beautiful If shared with the
man enc loved; Sometimes she wondered
whe her. after all, she had not made great
mistake.
/ She wondered now. for her heart was
heavy with doubts, She could not forget
the incident Of the letter. and each time
she thought Of il her anger hlazed up
afresn, for jealousy is master passion,
and she believed, had the Girl been there,
she could have crushed her. Yet. when
a shadow fell across the threshold and the
two women stood face to face, il was the
wife who started and recoiled. The start
was a tribute to the others marvellous
beauty. for they had never met before.
| The recoil was involuntary and instructive.
| 1t stung the Girl like the stroke of a
whip, but it gave her also her oppor-
! tunity.
: She spoke dozen rapid words. and the
| English woman uttered Il little cry.
| Us it--true?"
| 1T is Gods truth, and there is only halt
| an hour. It you want to save your hus-
| band--and he is yours, all yours-wc musi
save him together. Neither you nor l cal
do il alone. Are you ready?'
| Il am ready-yes-my hat
She ran into the house. Through the
open door the Girl saw her snatch the
child from among its playthings on the
| floor and press it passionately to her bos
ON. a light leaped into her eyes.
/ The child!' she cried. bring the child
| They are fond of her, perhaps
They set ous the mother carrying thu
baby; but before they had covered a hun
dred yards she stopped.
'iWill you take herr" she said "She j
heavy-we should-get on faster
Their eyes met and The Girl understood
She lifted the little che almost reverently
| When Maxwell came out of the ofiicc n
found them together. A hot color flame'
in his bronzcd check, but the Girls eyes
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rascal money lender. Me, half niggal1-Fd

rascal money lender. Me, half niggali-fd
be too proud t. do it.
By o'clock she has finished her ironing.
Then she dusts the hall over and over, until
Mr.. Dasheimer's ring announces his regular
afternoon call. She shows him in: hut instead
of notifying the ladies she interviews him her.
self going straight to the mark at once.
"Wat mex you cain lea dis family lone?
Nobody ain wahn you. Eff wuz man, I'd
be too much man t come ell come Were l
wassen wahnted.'
"Dey peter want me. Ishe' de only one
what can give dem back deir monish. An I
wants de pooty de proud Myra," he replies,
with cruel eye and mouth
"Wha' fo'? She ain YOU kline" scornfully.
'Isn She cain stan de sight O. you
Again. Myram. How dare you? Let this
be the last time you take such liberty"
exclaims Miss Myra, coming in with her
mother. 'You not one of the family, as
you seem to think.
"Ain't I? Den l ought & be-" she retorts,
her eyes swapping dangerously. Use got ez
much Ahnstein blood in me ez you. l leave
it to anybody. Looky here
She takes STAND Dy the pronze Miriam
in tho corner.
(Which de mores' Jew: me her? Now,
tell me.'
The Hebrew type in the statue. chseled as
| it is with rarest art, is not more distinct,
more sublime in its conception than the living
|
the flesh has a warmth and richness that
metal can never attain. But for the kinks
in her shining hair. one might have supposed
| it, the sculptured likeness of his unacknowl-
edged daughter, placed there by a whim of
the dead Ahnstein.
| Dasheimers little blue eyes have a new
sparkle in them as he takes in her splendid
brown beauty; but he is cunning enough tc
veil them from the young lady whom he is
counting.
80 yesh; you ish Jew: de only colore6
Jewess / ever shee or hear of. But you aim
got no peesiness in dish library
Myram is upstairs. assisting Miss Myra tC
dress for ride with the hated Dashemer
The young lady is so full of grief that she i:
glad to forget Myrams presumption, and seel
sympathy from her strange companion, whit
is neither sister nor servant, yet so much o
both. Aunt Judy the former slave o
the Ahnsteins. one of the weathiest and mos
exclusive Hebrew families of the South. He
odd looking baby was brought up in tn
Ahnsten kitchen as much in the negr
cabin, living in atmosphere of alternat
tyranny and indulgence that made her tn
strange creature she From the tim
she was old enough to understand her anon
alous position and realize its cruel condition
her attachment TO the family deepened, an
she assumed the airs of interest and re
sponsibity that until now had seldom bee
offensive.
J Miss Myra's tears go to her heart, washin
) out the memory of many snubs, some receive
, this very day.
You ain halter frow you'seff way on nc
body you ain wahnter. I reckon YOU modde
; done loss her senses grievn' fo'-fo'-yes,
will say it dis time--fo' our fader. 'Rlese wit
; 'oman doan kyah fo' dere chllun lax blac
! oman. Nemminc; Myram hepp you. Eff you
! | ha' de eas' idee O. kick Nose Moranz
wouldden done muffin. Longs you stick
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A FOOTHILLS HER0I NE.

Sooner or later the trouble was bound to
come. For weeks. even months, the fire had
been smodering, ready at the sllgntest
draught to burst into open fame. Of TINS
the Girl was aware, for she commanded
the sources OF information closed to those
who dwell behind the lattice OF respecta-
bility, and sho made it her business 10
know everything that concerned MaAwe,.
The relations between the two were strietiy
honest, albeit none gave them creolt ior
that. not even Maxwell's wife, whose worst
faul. was a deep-rooted jealousy OF her nus
band. A positive denial might nave car
ried conviction to the camp, Tor the Giri
had never been known to lie; but she was
proud and reticent, and of the lawless court
over which she reigned none dared question
her. except, later on, Jim Brady, ana ne,
learning the truth from her own lips, De,
lieved; but that was not until events hao
already precipitated the crisis.
Bad management and a system OF ename-
less peculation had brought AFFAIRS at the
San Sacrada mine within measurable dis
tance of ruin. The new manager found MN
self confronted with the task or cleansing
an Augean stable, process never Wholly
devoid of risk, but distinctly dangerous IN
an isolated community, where the grip OF
the law is uncertain and every man carries
his six-shooter handy. But there, as is ever
elsewhere. was a party on the side Oh ordel
and fair play. Maxwell relied on the loyal
minority 10 back him up and his own
authority and nerve to do the rest Wlthln
a month of his arrival he had demon
strated pretty clearly that he was open
neither to bribery nor intimidation. his
answer to the first incautious attempt TO puy
him over was the prompt ana vigorous
election of the agent He went aDou'
unarmed, and the camp knew 1t and re-
speoted his pluck. Nevertheless, the situs
tion was fraught with peril, fer the mai.
contents banded themselves together and
held meetings, with elaborate precautions
as to secrecy, which made occasion fol
much tall talk, attended Dy no inconemera
BILE consumption of whisky. AS the liquor
circulated, the sentiments waxed increas
ingly incendiary, and dark hints were
dropped 10 the effect that people VINO Woui'
not listen to reason might find themselves
some fine night fitted to wooden jack
et'' free of charge. The raw material o
mutiny was ready to hand, needing oni.
time and the man to work it up INTO IN
finished product-murder.
All unwittingly. the Girl supplied botn
for Brady, mad with jealousy, and munger
ing for the word which he was too proud I
ask and she to give, went out 10 the NaNe
Adullam ana swore with many strange oat-l
to obey the commands of the Brotherhooo
even to the breaking of the older com
mand which is embodied in the sixth claus
of the Decalogue. The lot was cast ana fel
as might have been expected, on the ne'
member, with Silas Field as understud!
in case of accident, which precaution SCENE
unnecessary. seeing that Brady could snu
a candle at fifty yards and knock the Pi
: out of an ace at half that distance. Had IN
man been a common ruffian to fire on an u
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armed victim. Maxwells life had paid for
felt for his honesty. but the digger had III
his veins good Irish blood. albeit puuuied
through two or three generations or mon~
grel stock, and he sent his challenge ike
gentlemaa. though for obvious reasons 1t
was anonymous. Maxwell laid the docu-
ment before the Girl. for it was through her
that he felt the pulse of the camp lie
laughed AS he did so, tracing with his fore
finger the rude outline Of a coffin when did
duty as O crest at the top OF the paper;
but there was no answering smile on her
linz. for she had recognized the handwriting
and knew irs;inctively that this was not an
idle threat she was no alarmist, but she
implored him to carry revolver, and chafed
when Maxwell refused point blank to do so.
"If I'm potted from the rear" he said,
I'D have no time to use 1t. and so far
events have proved that I'm safer without,
Why should | change my habits in obedl-
ence TO an anonymous threat? I'm not
going TO be bully ragged by a set OF thieves.
1t isn't the first time they tried the game,
either: 1've had warnings before
But not like this
She was studying the soled, crump.e1
missive, trying to read between the ih-spet
lines,
"Did She-.-your wife-see thiso'
He hesitstcd, for she hal never yet been
named between them, hut the need for open
speech was strong upon him, and after a
pause he anawcred Ter as he would have
answered another woman.
! NO: We rad a bit of a scene about It,
too. She took il into her head that it was
-au assignaton. ] let her think so. 1t
was better than breaking her heart with the
truth, though | hate a row: it makes things
GO damned uncomfortable
BY tni. she understood that his laugh had
not been genuine.
"'Tnen you know" she said, slowly.
| oh, yes. | kn1W.
| "Aua yet you VII take nc prccautions?'
He shook his head with a smile.
Not though | tell you that this meand
death?"
81 can't help that, I won't be dictated to. .
Quite suddenly she caught his hand and
kissed H.
'If you had been free-if you had only
cared. but what use is there in saying it!
I shall save you, and then--then will never
see you again"
He tried to reason with her, but she
pushed him tiercely away.
Go" sine cried. passionately; do yol
hear me? Go away, go now ct once
Sorely puzzled, he oDeyed, ani as thu
door closed behind him she fell to bttel
weeping Thus she buried the first pure
love she had ever known, and on its grave
prepared to sacrifice that which was dearol
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you are uobler than /. knew it when was
so bad to you. Sister, forgive me-
Il ain got muffin t. fo'give, on'y t my fader,
who mex me half niggah. Wen dey TEX me
out de water. will you bury me on Ahnstein
groun'? You know l would bin all jew ef
could"
Yes, Myram," they say, and are not
ashamed to minglo their tears with hers.
Den 1'se happy. Now, st. John kin call.
en- go meet i'm. I done tole my moder
good by, en- now l tell YOU
Before they can dream of her purpose she
has crushed them in a passionate embrace
and passed from their sight forever. AS they
stand with beating hearts the river laps the
shore near by, and they fancy they hear Its
sweet. cruel voice calling, calling.
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10 her lawless nature than life itself
her liberty. An hour later Brady came
m the street and the girl went out to meet
him. He tried to pass. but she laid ner
hand upon his arm.
Come in," she said; Il want woro WIN
you.'
The big man shook from head to foot; he
could not meet her steady gaze. but he let
her lead him into the house. They were alone
there she had taken care or tnat' sne
stood up facing him, and her eyes never
left his for moment.
"Oh, you fool!" she said; you 1ooi! What
good could come OF it? If loved the man,
should l be so ready to take you wIen Suu.
hands were wet with his blood! l 90 not
love him. There has been no word or love
between us. no word of aught but honest
friendship, such as those hogs you nave
come from know nothing OF. wouiu nay :
told you that long since if you had dared 10
ask me. tell you now, OF my own iree
will and when have I ever led?'
She threw back her neau VIII eupe'o
gesture of defiance.
"Rut 7 tell YOU this too, my life answers
for his. Touch one hair of his head and 1
pay the forfeit with my own hand swear
it before God, and you know that snai'
keep my word" H.,
/ He strobe step nearer and caught her by
the wrist. ..v,,,
J 'lO love D1H. ue Sdiu hOAiSN's'
must, or you wouldn't care.
She looked him straight in the eyes ana
lied unfinchingly, as is the way OF woman
who. habitualy truthful, is driven TO Iaise'
hood for the comprising OF great ana un'
selfish ends. na ,
ssI do not love him, but | love you, ana !
will not have you common murderer. a
murderer YOU would be, Jim Brady, Tor VIVA
| wrong has the man ever done to you? IL ID
in vour hands, Save him and / am yours
body and SOUL to go where you go, 1olioN
you live for you, die for you II need pe'
she crept closer and held him, her fac'
level with his, for she was tall, ana puliI VI
lines a goddess had not disdained.
"All that" she whispered, "for US both
or-for me--your gift. You taught me nov
IA uss it. You know If your pupil di'
credit to her master. 1t will be easier tnai
card at twenty PAGES, Just TO rest III
! muzzle here" /,
She raised her finger significantly to he
temple He broke away with groah an
fell into chair beside the 1apie, niuln iu,
his face OH his folded arms She waited
moment and then knelt down, twlning ne
arms about him. letting her head res
against his shoulder.
INV life" she murmured, your love, on
: happiness Surely it is worth the price G
, innocent blood .,,
: ] ''There has been notnlng pet"eeh Sou
you swear it?"
Nothing but honest friendship. swea
9 It, so help me God''
Il There was silence. for he knew she we
' speaking the truth and the knowledge ma
+. come too late. AS the grip on her snouidel
| loosened, she leaned forward closer.
: "You will save him-and me?
n 81 can't. ] have sworn to do it. II
e backed out now they-1----"
l. He wiped the sweat off his forehead VIII
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MEMORY CHILDREN.

I see them when eve-time cometh,
Where misted meadows glow
The beautiful fair-haired children
From fields of long ago.
Softly they gather about me,
Each with IL rose in her hand,
And glints of gold on their tresseS
OF a far-off sun-kissed land.
But they will not stay-tho children.
Tho fondly | call each name,
Fade where the misted meadows
Border on seas of flame;
And singing still as they vanish.
Calling me fondly by name,
The beautiful fair-haired children
That seem forever the same.
Sometimes in the worn faces
| pass on the busy street
/ see a look of the children
4 CLEAN of their smiling sweet.
/ long to say as they pass me.
Dear hearts, let us not forget
The love and trust of our child-umo
viii keep us like children yet.
Pray God. when my eve-tino coneth
The gray of life's afterglow.
The beautiful fair-haired children
From meadows of long ago
May gather blithely about me.
\ star-eyed and laughing thrcns.
Noicing the hush Of my eve--time
With faint sweet echoes OF song,
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A Fancy Rainy Day Gown.

Miss Fannie Leidesorf. San Francisco wo.
man, has appeared in boomers. and has not
been criticised There is a reason Tor this.
her debut aud she wore pretty cos
tune. II consisted of bloomers Of navy
blue cloth, quito full, and falling well below
the knee She wore cloth leggings of the same
shade, and sandal rubbers over her small
shoes The rest of her costume consisted OF
a. black jacket. a black hat with d yellow
velvet Tam o'Shanter crown, and long
black skirt of serge. This skirt was lined
with moreen, but not stifened with wire. Sho
threN il over ono arm. as 4 horsewoman
throws her riding skirt and it fell in graceful
folds The hem of it did not reach the knee.
and IL was the only clean skirt seen that day.
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uCboIl;c.s" Ncnsurements,

Columbia College freshmen are interested
inst now in the physical measurements recent
is made of the students of their class. The
table follows:
Average age. ~ years 3 months.
Average weight, 12d:% pounds.
Average height . feet 6.4 inches.
Average strength. Sj1h.
Average lung capacity of smokers, 1872 cube
inches.
Average lung capacity of smokers 10
cubic inches.
Average weight of smokers. 1907 pounds.
Average weight of non smokers, l25.2 poundA
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READY FOR SPRING DAYS.
Under the Brims of Spring Hats Are
Mild..rneSAea of RI0Qms.

N1IuerncSses w Oh BIOOms.
Spring millinery is already a topic OF abb
sorbing interest, and the first advanced mod
els are to be seen. These indicate no LESSEN
ing in the frills, fuss and frivolity which
have been characteristics of the stylish
headgear lately, though it is possible that as
the season grows older this tendency may
be modified. Vast quantities of flowers,
particularly wild flowers, will be used, and
the omnipresent aigrette will lose nothing Of
its present charm. The models now shown
are all elaborate, more or less, and large,
coming well over the face. This importation
has Il high crown Of butter-colored cloth
aud a brim of white tulle ruffies. standing
erect and edged with black lace. At the
base Of the crown is band Of black velvet,
and one side is finished with a black os-
trich tip, large aigrette Of black and
white and a white tulle rosette.
Under the brm is perfect wilderness OF
1owers-yiolets, pink roses, holly and gar
denia,
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FIVE 0'CLOCk TEA.

What is known as the N-shaped evening
bodice front and back has come into fashion
ocain as auv one at all observing at tho
onera can see. There arc physicians who call
them pneumonia bodiccs.
The waste paper basket has developed into
. ycrv elaborate and expensive article; so fine.
in fact that one hesitates to throw into 1T any
unsightly thing or scraps Nevertheless. the
hired girl is no respecter Of waste baskets,
however sumptuous they may be.
The herald., 1896-02-16

Mrs. Elizabeth L. Hutter, who was so well
known during the war by reason of her labors
on behalf of the soldiers in hospitals, died re-
Gently in Philadelphia. She was. the first wo-
man to cross the line after the. battle OF Get
tvsburg She went by special permission OF
President Lincoln, in provided for her
use by the president of the Pennsylvania
Railroad.
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Two American Missionaries.

degree of civil engineer have gone to Mata-
beeland. in South Africa, to practice their
profession. They are said to be as pretty as
they are smart. and it is not unlikely that
kaffr millionaires will entice them into matti-
The herald., 1896-02-16
The wv Leaf In Embroidpry.

A beautiful tray-cloth of heavy white linen
is embroidered on each corner with white silk
in "A design of three ivy leaves. Almost any
reedlewoman has enough artistic skill to trace
her own design from natural leaf, and
sometimes it Is very convenient TO do 50.