The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1896-02-06

of his moOdiness was the following
cruelty courteous foolscap letter: t5 -.
'.Sm: I have the honor to inform
you that 7 have complied with your re-
quest by placing your name on the list;
.sofs candidates for the :vacant post: the,
Jungle RECLAMATION Office, where 1t
stands No. 315.; Prayrefer to that NUM-
Der in any further communication you
1nay:desire to make" 49,.
a. ''Further communication be darned,"
exclaimed the young officer as he flung
the sheet of foolscap INTO the fireplace.
Whats up now??' inquired his bosom
friend, MILFORD Bosanquet, bursting in
upon him without CEREMONY = 8, =
"Oh! confound it,. Only the old tale.
Any news?""s vi" s.. !. ~, 7,
"Nothing newer than that would I've
stale enough to anybody but 1noping
owl like you. But of course nobody.
no rational being-would expect you to
know what every one else was talking
about the day before yesterday. Queen
Anne's dead!"
The lieutenant deigned not to note
this little speech, and his friend ran on:
$50 is another post runner-that's the
sixth that the 1nan-eater has eaten
within the last nine months, according
to the general reckoning. And there's
a deuce of a difficulty in finding any
body to take his place. So we seem
likely to be as newslessase even you could
desire in this God-forsaken hole. No
letters, no newspapers, no nothing.
Meanwhile Collector Campbell has
issued handful Offering a reward of
5000 rupees to any wight who'll bring
him. the tigers skin" j..
ttWhy not ?" mprmured the lieutenan.
with knitted brow. ''What does it mat
-ter?"
'.l'll see if can't wake him. NUT
tered MILFORD Bosanquet to himself.
Then aloud: "Asyou seem to think Sc
lightly of the death Of nine post run
ners, and heaven knows how many
harmless natives to boot, what say You
t, Lucy Campbell's coming 1narriage?"
''1ucy's marriage--to wholn?" broke
in Wallace, tiercely. eff to the man of
her choice" Here he milmbled some
thing which his friend failed to catch.
"'But if they're going to force her into
wedding old Col. Graybeard, or that
]oathsome sneak. Tom Wilson, with
his $4,000 a year, I'll murder 'e1n both"
I'm for penny, in for pound, eh?"
-nuoth Capt. Bosanquet. elise I might
remind you that to slaughter the one
who wins her might suffice. She can't
wed both. But thought I'd rouse
you. And I've done it. Anyone would
swear that you are the tigers kin
his next of kin. Can't You see that I'm
joking?"
Aye, your jokes are obvious enough,
and always in good taste, must say"
retorted the love-sick lieutenant.
'tCome, old man; don't be rolled. You
know-at least, I do-that, though
Lucy Campbell may be loath to leave
her parents in the lurch and be yours
ION next to nothing a year, and hope,
she won't be anybody else's, though he
had $4,000 a year. Old Graybeard
and Wilson are not the only fellows
who've tried their luck in that quarter
and found little cause to boast of the
upshot, let me tell you."
This singularly generous confession
of defeatr-and that from the lips of the
heir to 10000 acres, yielding 100000
a year-thoroughly restored Wallace
to his wonted good humor and did
something toward dissipating his
gloom. But it did nothing. to damp
lis determination to so forth and do
hattie with the man-eater-a deter
1nination which had voiced itself un-
consciously to him, and to the sore be-