The Newtown bee., 1901-12-06

new Adam and Eve fleeing from a gar den of Eden. they went into the house It /. u l, n)clvllry had come; and Nose Martin had but one thought. A hundred dollars. This was the small golden key to unlock Elysium for him. How could he ever get hundred dollars? No small sum was this to him. It was rather the gold of GOlconda, diamond from Kim berley, the wealth of an Oil Trust. To handle a hundred dollars-it was like voyage to the moon.
 Annie had said that if he owned one hundred dollars they might be man and wife, living on farm, dwelling in happiness, apart from the world, nay, abiding in a paradise which is a country bounded by lovers hearts and lovers minds. Nose had no sleep this night. He arose, dressed himself, hurriedly tied up a few belongings into bundle and went out. Whither into the great world beyond the mountains should he go? Into the cavalry? into the army?
 The passions of men were burning, blown into hot flame; the small ham mer of enthusiasm and the ThOr-like sledge of conservatism were clinking merrily, yet tragically, upon the politi' cal anvil; the sparks of fanaticiSm were shooting, darting, crinkling, snap ping, electrically: the charcoal of old antagonisms and ancient political hatreds glowed with fervent heat: To be soldier came, with the air he { breathed, into the nostrils of this young man. Nose thought-a few months of ! service and he would have the amount of wealth needed for his everlasting happiness.
 He slipped to the stable where the "critters'' were housed.
 l All were gone save two COWS. What could this mean?
 He strove to track them, as their last traces led through the barn and down the road. For while he followed la boriously, as hound tracks deer or a fox. The hoofs soon left the main road, and led into a private farm lane; then into patch of woods: here the path even was obscure.
 1 Nose became uncertain and stopped many times to listen. A falling tree cone startled him. He thought that he could almost hear the spring sap struggling to bubble upward in the saplings. It was probably the faint, fairy-garmented whir and rustic of the angle-Worms foraging from their holes among the leaves and grass. A piece of bark fell from tall pine and sent echoes through the forest. An insect $ wing in the night sounded as the muf- fled roll of the pheasantS $ far-heard drum in the day sounds: cricket or tree frog piped like the languid whist ling ofa tifer half asleep. He imagined he heard the faint champing of horses: the sound of sentinel's tread drawing closer, and of animals neighing seemed to come to his fancy; were the woods suddenly changed to a military camp:
 Nose pursued the trail noiselessly, CiNd Ilc "CIlU uCCpCl dIlu uccp- CT into the Businesses impenetrable to any foot unacquainted with their secrets.
 He fancied that he heard the colt whitney. Then he lay prone and lis tened. Now he heard the click of a pickaxe striking into the earth as of some one digging.
 Nose wormed himself forward by inches rather than by feet.
 A ghost of a light in the distance emitted d faint glimmer; it was not much more than the fox-fre lantern of an old stump, swung by the specter of some murdered tree, haunting the forest scene of his untimely and unhal- lowed taking off. Here was plainly something to be discovered.
 Was murderer hiding the evidence of his crime?
 Nose instinctively shrank from being an unwilling witness ofaught so grue some, and remained quiet for a while. dragged himself forward. Some yards to the side of the glimmering phos- phorescent light he could make out the shadowy forms of animals. He counted them. He drewa a few paces nearer. Now and then the light was obscured; it was by the figure of a man passing and intervening, as he bent to the task of digging.
 And then the digging ceased; the