The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1903-07-01

Dead Mans Hollow at o'clock this
afternoon. Kindly bring your gun.
(Signed) JOHN HARRIS"
This note was delivered to Mr.. Hill
In his schoolroom, and produced a GU
rious effect. Mr.. Hill had been in
villainously bad humor. Now he twist.
ed ecstatically in his chair as he read,
his face spread into wonderful grin.
Tell Mr.. Harris" said he to the
boy, '1ll be there"
All the rest of the day he was nota-
bly, preoccupied and fidgety. and sew
cral times the pupils heard him
chuckle to himself. About half past 4.
having at that time dismissed the last
lingerer, Mr.. Hill, from the window of
his schoolroom. saw Mr.. Harris walk
ing by in the direction of Dead Mans
Hollow, which, by the way, was
lone spot in the pines. and the reput-
ed scene of a murder The editor
was accompanied by the same gentle.
man who had been his companion at
the time of the street encounter. The
two men walked rapidly, and Harris
face wore an expression of much
grimness.
When the pair were we'll past the
house and out Of sight around curve
in the road, Mr.. Hill laughed aloud all
to himself, and followed slowly. Just
as he reached the edge of the town
he met a buggy. In the buggy was
Miss Carry.May and a man with red
hair. Miss Carry-May bowed. and the
buggy drove on. Mr.. Hill turned TO
look after it, and seemingly forgot, 10
turn again; for, instead of going to
Dead Mans Hollow, he walked
straight home. The editor and his
friend waited for him at the appointed
place full half-hour-then they came
back TO town, and went without delay
to Mr. Hills place Of residence. There
they learned that the schoolmaster
had just gone toward the station car
rying a small handbag. They fol-
lowed in haste, and were in time TO
see the tail end of the southbound
train disappearing a mile down the
track. Then the editor swore in his
slow way, and the two trudged back
to town again.
A little later Mr. Harris rang Miss
Carry-May's doorbell. He was ushered
into the parlor and found the young
woman arrayed in her most becoming
frock and very busy entertaining a
strange gentleman with red hair. Miss
Carry-May looked startled. but intro
duced the stranger as the Rev. Mr..
Jopling. Mr.. Jopling, basking luxuri-
ously in the lady's smiles. kept up an
incessant fow of small talk, and was
evidently good for the evening. Clear
ly there was no chance for Mr.. Harris
tonight. and he took himself off in
ton.
At his room he found note in q
strange. wild handwriting.
Dear Harris-We are both Of us
euchred. amt going 10 fight for no
gal alive-especially not one that is
spoke for already. This one is going
to marry that red-headed parson. She
told me so last night.
yours truly, T. HILL"
That nisilt the editor did not sleep.
Hill came back Monday morning-the
duel had been set for Friday-entirely
cured of his warlike fever. He was
very friendly with the editor-who re-
ceived his advances with very bad
grace-ignored Miss Carry-May utter
ly, and was presently a violent admir-
er of another of the young women of
Wauhatchie. The editor, for his part,
withdrew from society, and his lead
ers took on a tone OF chronic nissan
thropy.
Miss Carry-May, it seems, did actu-
ally, in time, marry the parson with
red hair.-New York Times.