Arizona republican., 1898-12-28
Number Six s
 Sister.
BY BERNARD BIGSBY.
Continued From Yesterday.)

Before the madman could move a dog en hands had bound him.
 "A trick of the old 'rastling days in Derbysllirc, when the lads used to meet on the hillside" Bladon said, when eager friends crowded round to give him congratulation.
 This feat of Bladon's served him well while he sojourncd in Havana, for the rivcrsidors were as ardent worshipers of courage and strength as the Romans in the height of their glory.
 But the old man did not finger to en- joy his triumph. He turped to Wanda Arlington, who having recovered from her swoon, was standing gazing in dazed wonder at the scene.
 Coon. 1ass,' he said kindly. ''Thecdst better be winning home wi me-
 Trembling and obedient, the young girl accompanied him. For a time neither spoke, then her pent-up emo tions found vent.
 .'Oh, MT. Bladon," i" she said. ''how can I ever find words to thank you for the noble service you have done me this day?''
 Bladon looked wistfplly at the sweet face.
 Would thee mind an old man asking a question:, Faint right, 1 know, to put q young girl to the blush, but
 Ask me what you will, and 1 will answer you without reserve
 There was no doubting the truth that shone from those velvet eyes
 (Which, then, of those two lads was thy swectheart?"
 ''So help me Heaven, neither.'' ~d
 s'What!''
 1.-The one, I hated. scorned, loathed the very presence of; the other I loved, but not with q love which you mean
 (Which one, my pretty?"
 There was a depth of tenderness in the old mans voice.
 ''Whys poor George Arundel, of course she said with all simplicity.
 And now, lass, speak fearlessly, as between an old man an young maiden, be there anyone thee dost love in the way mcan?"
 Though the crimson blush dyed her cheek, she never faltered.
 'sYes, MT. Bladon, there is one I love in the way you mcan.'
 Thank Godr' was all the old man said, but the light in his face showed the relief he felt. ,
 Just as they reached Dolman's door, | he held out his horny hand to the girl and said with some emotion:
 T didna like thee, lass. I couldna ! bear the sight O thee; but all that has passed now; an you'll try to forget the wrong I've, done thec?"
 q shall remember nothing but the debt of gratitude I owe you.'
 You see,'' Bladon went on in contritc apology, it was thy name that first set ne against thee" .-.
 What, 'Wanda?' "
 Aye, lass. There was Q Wanda once as wrought a bitter wrong to my lads fatker-a cruel, hard woman, as wrecked 1 a noble life.''
 You mean George Arundel's moth er?''
 II do, lass. An strange to say, you are her very image. Only there's a soft ness about thy pretty face there never was on her'n.''
 May, nay," Bladon interrupted, hur- riedly, thee mUstna ask questions. | Georges mother be nothing to thee, | lass, an never will be. Never tell the | young master I even mentioned her | name to thee. Forget I ever let my old | tongue wag as I've done to-day; for | least said is soonest mended, an I wouldna regret the bit Qf confidence [ I've put in thee" |
 And you never shall" she said | sweetly as they passed into the house. | But, from that time forth, William Bladon had always . kindly smile and gracious word for the pretty teacher.