Morris tribune., 1903-01-24

out penny. But, happily, among
the prisoners taken by the British
forces in that memorable war was
the private physician to the rance of
Jhansi. Seeing me writing with
rheumatism to which, gentlemen,
was then a martyr his feeling
heart confded to me under an oath
OF secrecy the inestimable blessing
Of a never failing remedy These
pills, gentlemen, taken in time are a
reliable cure. If you have ever. seen.
crooked legs, stiff arms or a back as.
bowed as a reaping hook, take a cou-
pie Of these pills four and twenty
in each box. The price is tWopence,
and I guarantee if kept dry the con.
tents will never deteriorate Thank
you, gentlemen. / wish you good
evening
His glibness had been successful;
but, i'll at ease, he shuffied on to the
old house with the pear tree. A sill
yer named colt was reaching over
the paddock rail, the image Of the
roam mare they used to call RUDE.
All was quiet and prosperous, and in
the garden path stood the familiar
figure. He skunk into the shadow Of
the churchyard wall. Yet it was
only Dick grown into the substan-
tial staidness of his fathers place.
He went to the low thatched
house standing all askew with the
stalls and the wagon shed where he
and Dorothy used to meet. He
would sleep that night in one Of the
wagons. It was scarcely dusk, but
the life came back quite clearly.
Work was over, and nobody would
come, so he went in and climbed up
out of sight.
He heard light step and peered
over the tailboard. There stood the
Doll Sanford Of years ago, With bud
ding womanhood beneath the open
neck Of her print frock. She had
run out in haste Her lips were
parted. He could see her face look
ing toward the gate into the or
chard. Then came a frner step
just as when they said he was too
wild for their Dorothy.
Il mustn't stay tonight, Jack"
GA few minutes, Doll"
"The maids out Mother II miss
me-"
"Doll!"
5Jack!!'
They kissed close to the wagon
wheel and were gone.
He could not helpit. Come what |
would he must go to the house, and
presently he crossed the yard, en-
tered the porch and knocked. |
Nothing today, thank you" said
a sharp voice through the partly
opened door.
He remembered the Craddock
rule, never to give money nor refuse
bread. will you give me bit to
eat?o he begged.
Without word she disappeared,
but came back, bringing also a cup
of cider.
'Isn't this Mr.. Craddock's?'
ssIt is.'
q knew one of that name once
Jack Craddoek. We we're chums. i
was by when he was killed. I've got
something of his now.
Killed p she echoed, trembling.
eyes. 1t was in the trenches be
fore Sevastopol"
She gave a sharp cry and sank
into,the stone seat in the porch.
A burly figure came from the
house. ssWhat's this? What's this ?"
he clustered and seized the tramp
by the collar and shook him.
s'Don't, William, !" pleaded the wo-
man. Its nothing. He has done
He shuffled nervously into the
highroad and stood there in the
twilight beneath the pale summer
stars. Had she recognized him? He
could tramp no farther that day,
and again he skunk across the yard
and climbed into the wagon. At
dawn he would trudge on-far from
The village out Of the district.
At daybreak came the horses, but
Fhevtdid not wake him.
Here's thik tramp Teller. God,
he's dead What dost gay, Abe e
ABE solemnly said, moo fear!"