The Montgomery advertiser., 1902-01-15
GOALS OF FIRE.
BY JULIAN STANFORD.

e1Rsx@sAse%xsxes2&2 .TAas ?, That, !. just what am going to do
 The two stared at each other. Finally the stranger ventured. 'What forT'
 What are you aoing it for?" retorted Bliffkins.
 Il have no hesitation in telling you. am suffering from a lingering and ine h,. wretched. but unht for work. l have nn means and l haven't any desire to become public Beneficiary. 50 I m tax ing this way out of it.. A pause, tnrh he added, "One confidence deserves an
 Oh" said Bnnkins. with a. painful ef- fort, same old trouble-a girl
 Thrown you oVerr Bin4lns noddea.
 Whats the matter?
 Nothing, only she says she don't care for me ''
 'Oh, don't you believe it. Never say
 No; it's no use," Blinkins responded. drearily T ought to have seen it long ago, only I was such an ass. .S
 My boy. you'll forget her l in L month; and Co and have a glorious oid Jas, anu you'll be all right"
 Bliffkins shook his head. But he got started to talking and the rest or his dale came forth without much difficulty. The stranger was soon in possession of the facts of his bequest to Enmabelie. Ar ter he had finished the man stood look ing thoughtfullv 1t Bhnkns t, eye with hin. "nedium complexion. brown hair, blue eyes, mustache, weight abour the same as mine-. What's the use. he said. sof giving & ner sorv al. taas ass didn't take you. for nothing? III tell YOU trick worth two of that. Nobody here knows me. Change clothes with PaIers an on e wfhcut Sfh witnesses. When they find me I'll he changed so they couldn't tell me from you. You go somewhere and Keep quiet over; then come out and claim her while stI sde.F 5em'rSs and gratitude are at "SA
 How about the money?'
 Do you care for that-youd get It,
 No, but suppose she shouldn't be glad to see me?''
 "Is there any danger of that?'
 "N-no: l don't think she realized what she was doing; she would he glad to have me come back If she once thought [ was dead"
 Well. try it. anyway; it can't do any harrn."
 T will" said Bliffkins, and they shook hands.
 The two men retired within the ferry and exchanged clothing. Then Blinkins, suddenly feeling very queer, sat dow. on a bench in the saloon and watched the other man go out through the door The resemblance to himself, back view, was not reassurng. He was conscious of distinct relief that his suicide was to be hy proxy.
 Bliffkins secured himself in a quiet lodging in South San Francisco to await the turn of events He was interested in reading the newspaper accounts of his disappearance, and his bequest to Elm mabelle furnished material for two col umns in the yellowest sheet. But the supplementary tale of the finding of his h0dV Uithhal6 The UttI6 money he had with him tided him over the first few days, but at last he was obliged to earn something, and his shab- by garb found him behind the counter or a shabby grocer's shop. He hated the work, and found himself desperately homesick for the magnificent surround ings of his uptown position. Two weeks went by; he began to venture about the city a little. He did not dare to go near Emmabelle's home. fe sling less and less sure of his welcome even had the long for Identification taken place But he tried to catch a glimpse of her.
 The meeting came about quite unex- pectedly, after all. one Sunday in Golden Gate Park. He saw her while she was at some distance: walking with man of his own height. dressed in black. Bhffkins did not know him. but he was sure he had seen him before. He mo- ticed with pain that their understanding Nevertheless he went toward her boldly: She raised her eyes. Her face turned white and she caught at her escorts arm. "Epimabelle" said Bliffkins. "I-I-.you have the advantage of me, sir" she faltered.
 "Emmabelle!' he repeated, in a be- seeching tone. A masculine voice cut in roughly!
 you mean by speaking to my wife?"
 Bhffkns looked at him squarely for the first time That comprehensive glance toox in also his own best hat, tie and fnnk a 2tRn backward. The one muttered a curse: The others jaw dropped. A moment thev stood so. then Emmabeile's voice broke the spell. 70, George, please take me away" A party of tourists. dozen in all' came up behind them, laughing and chat tering They bore them past ana lett Bhffkins standing alone. ,,~-, Well. I'll be-d-d" said Bhfkins. IN MoLTKE," by Richard Linthicum