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ings, sacred to the ancestral foundeI
Of the house Of Burt.
In the long summer dayq Jessis'l
children play about Pel-r Burti
knees. Nearly five score years have
passed over his head. His shoulders
are bent. and the voice fasters al
times, but his eyes preserve t-e spark
Of their wonted fires.
Watched and cared for by those
who love him, he calmly awaits the
coming Of the reaper, into whose gar,
ner long since have been gathered the
atoms Of his generation.
A few miles away another mansion
fronts the ocean. James Blake and
his fair Edith have been blessed with
two children and with each others
love. A roguish boy bears the name
Of John, and a dainty littl- aiss re-
spends to the name of Jessie. James
Blake is now in fact as well as il
name the head of the great frms SO
conspicuous in this narrative. In a
thousand ways he has merited the
confidence reposed in him by John
Burt Generous as yet, almost to a
fault, he has acquired with Tasponsi-
bility that breadth of view and poise
OF judgment which found its highest
expression in the man who made his
success possible.
Retiring from active business when
most men are making a start, John
Burt has devoted his time to the
study of craftsmanship in its purest
sense. Political honors have crowded
upon him. There are thousands who
share the confident faith of his lov.
ing wife that the highest place In the
gift of the people shall some day
crown his career.
There are frequent reunions in the
old farmhouse or on the spacious
lawns surrounding John Burt's resi-
dence. Once a year Sam Rounds su-
perintends a clambake, and John
Hawkins always manages to be pres
ent. To the latters inquiries CON
cerning the future Mrs. Rounds, Sam
turns grinning, untroubled face.
mo man in Rocky Woods is a bach
elor until he is way past sixty" Sam
declares, IAN I'm spry yet as a colt
in clover. Sometimes Ma Rounds is
a bit doubtful erbout my matrimonial
chances, but has hopes; | still has
hopes. Edith, may help you to some
more of them clans? Jessie, please
pass young Master Burt's plate; it's
empty already. How that boy grows!
He's coming up like sparrowgrass af.
ter a rain"
Mrs. Rounds bustles around. her
eyes bright with the Joy Of being
busy.
"You set down, Ma Rounds" COM
mands Sam in hopeless tone. "You
set right down and let us young folks
wait on the table. can't break her
of workin', John; l swan, l just can't
do nothin' with her. Well" raising
a glass of sparkling cider, there's God
bless all good people, an happy days
tew all of yel"
(The End.)
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'Jobpl- 'Je55iel"

must end. Blake gallantly raised
Jessie's hand to his lips.
Goodbye, until I'm better" he said,
almost gaily. You and John have
saved my life"
John escorted Jessie to the door,
whispered a few words and returned
to Blake's side.
You're a god, Johnl" said Blake,
in a low tone. you are the only
man in the world worthy the love Of
such a woman"
1t is merciful to draw the curtain
over the two hours which followed.
At last a moment come when the
grave face of DR.. Harkness was
touched with a smile of professional
pride, as he drew from an incision a
fattened, jagged piece of lead. The
patient glanced at it with pain-dis-
torted eyes, and then sank into a
sleep, the awakening from which
meant so much in deciding for life
or death.
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extending his hand, "but any friend
Of my grandson's is welcome to such
hospitality as a Burt can offer"
AYE, aye, sir; Captain Burt My
names Hawkns-John Hawkins, and
I'm coming ashore" said the gentle
man, stepping from the carriage.
Peter Burt Tasped him by the
shoulders and stared into his face.
Jack Hawkinsl Jack Hawkins, OF
the Segregansett! The dead has come
to life, and God is good to his sery-
anti Forgive me, Hawkins, as He.
has forgiven mel"
Nothing to forgive, Captain Burtl"
exclaimed John Hawkins, heartily, as
he grasped the patriarch's hand. "You
dropped me off the Segregansett in
the right place and at the right time.
Destiny orders all these things, and
old destiny and are chums. I'll tell
you all about it, Captain Burt, when
we have lots of time"
Linked arm in arm the old captain
and his first mate entered the wide
door of the Burt farmhouse.
Never had the great oaken table up
held such a dinner. Mrs. Jasper was
temporarily supplanted by a chef from
Boston. Rare old plate came, for the
first time in Johns recollection, from
mysterious chests stored away in the
attic. Those who surrounded the
board never will forget the invocation
offered by Peter Burt when he blessed
the food. The shadows which dark
ened his life had all been lifted, and
the austere cloud passed from his
features as fog before a quickening
gale.
Glistening in new coat of paint,
the Standish bobbed at the landing
when John helped Jessie on board
They had accepted Sam Rounds in
vitation to a clambake at Churchill's
Grove, and Sam asked all his old
friends and neighbors. For the first
time in the memory of the living gen
Grafton Peter Burt attended an out
ing. Under the giant pines he sat
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Then darkness.

papers and tore the states off peoples
roofs. But little did Francois Seck
Of the weather-the storm only suited
his misery.
Suddenly a woman's cry reached
him, then confusedly he was con
scious of a terrific blow. Then dark
ness.
A heavy brick from a neighboring
chimney had struck him squarely on
the side of the head
He was hastily carried to a hospi-
tai and there lay for a week, uncon-
scious and blissfully removed from a
world where no woman smiled for
him.
But, little by little. memory and
thought came slowly back. He was
hungry, he could speak words and
recognize voices. But It was still i'm
perfectly, for his head was yet
swathed in bandages and the light Of
day was denied him.
At last, however, he was complete
~ cured and the good old doctor who
had taken care of him said grufiy:
well, you are on your feet again
Barbasse, my man. You may well be
thankful to get of as you did. That
was a brick and a half You hadn't
many ideas left after that struck you
Hum, hum"
The doctor stopped and seemed at
loss how to go on.
"Well, I'm glad I'm out Of it, said
Francois, "but III be even gladder
when you take of this rotten old ban.
dage. Why do you keep it on any
longer; is there anything more the
matter with my eyes?"
"The truth is, my dear Barbasse, be
gan the doctor. hesitatingly. there
have been complications and
"And what? Speak out. man." or
dered Francois.
Every well. One eye has been very
much injured and you will lose the
use Of It in a very short time"
"An eye? Which. doctor. which
one?"
The left eye, my poor friend. the
GOCtOf answered. sdulg.
Francois Barbasse sprang from his
chair and did a cake walk then and
there.
Are you perfectly sure, my dea-
Doctor" he cried. you are not mis-
taken as to which eye? OH It is too
good to be truel shall be happy now
all my life"
For a moment the good doctor
thought that half his patients reason
had gone with half Of his vision.
Then Francois exg,ained.
The first time he went out after the
accident Barbasse hastened to the
house Of Nile. e.. She had been
his first and only love. despite his
later matrimonial attempts. He fell at
her feet in an ecstacy OF passion. i'm.
ploring her to listen favorably to
second request Of her hand in mar.
riage. The young lady listened, looked
at her kneeling lover. waves d-and
was lost. She whispered soft yes
and Francois, fathoms deep in bliss
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HARD WORK TO KILL BEAR.
North Carolina Men Evidently Not
the Marksmen Their Fathers Were.

North Carolina Men Evidently Not
the Marksmen Their Fathers Were.
Some Of the citizens of the Ashland
section had a novel experience in
killing a big black bear recently. He
was discovered passing across the
bottoms OF the Bushnell plantation
about noon, by Alfred Jones, a color
ed tenant on the place, who notified
all the farmers in the neighborhood.
A number of men came with their
dogs and their guns and proceeded
to locate the beast
The dogs soon struck the track
and several of the hunters got within
close range at o'clock. Five or six
loads were fired into him before he
had apparently noticed any onslaught
Firing continued for several hours
with slight effect, and several fierce
fights between the dogs and the bear
occurred, but he apparently made no
effort to attack any of the huntsmen.
Late in the afternoon, after consid-
cradle lodging in a thick swamp. he
climbed a large tree. Several shots
we're fred at him from below, and
he went out on a limb which was so
small it broke under his weight.
When he fell to the ground Mr.. Ed
Harrill was at very close range and
got a good aim at a point Just below
the heart, which ended the conflict.
Mr.. Summers, who sent for his
wagon, carried the bear to the near
est scales and found that he weighed
267 pounds.-Charlotte Observer.
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seIentlfie EnnIlsh EarmInn.

At Faringdon, Berkshire, farming
has been raised to a science. Mr..
George Adams, of the royal prize farm,
Wadley house, farms some 1000 acres,
of which about half is arabic and half
pasture. He employs from 200 to ESQ
laborers, milks 500 cows daily, keeps
about forty Shire brood mares, a score
of breeding sows. and from 5000 to
1000 laying hens, grows about 1000
acres of grain, besides attending to
other multifarious items in the ordi-
nary course Of farm practice. About
1000 acres of meadow hay are har-
vested annually. All the work, cut
ting, carrying and ricldng, is done by
Observation-Disclosures.
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into a peal Of laughter that wrecked
their would-be suitor's hopes.
Barbasse had consulted every opti.
clan in France. But each and all had
said:
"A mere trick of nervousness. my
dear sir. 1t will pass away with ad-
vancing age"
But what good would 1t do Francois
to have a normal eye at 60? He would
be filter for his grave than for a do
mestic fireside by that time.
Accordingly, you may understand
the poor mans feelings as he left
his house that cold, gray morning.
1t was February and high wind
was blowing, a wind that scattered
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Warned Away.

Anna. who combines the duties OF
waitress and doormaid in a West
Twenty-sixth street boarding house,
weighs 1870 pounds. Every time the
door bell rings she has to climb a
steep flight of stairs from the English
basement. After four or Ave trips she
gets winded.
Sloper, who had got in the habit OF
forgetting his latchkey, was the bane
of Annals life. One morning last
week he moved; but he did not forget
Anna. For the joke Of the thing. he
stopped at three or four employment
agencies on Sixth avenue and left
orders for waiter girls to be sent
around TO the boarding house on APP
proyal between 10 and y that morn
ing,
For an hour or more Anna toiled
up and down stairs. The mistress was
out, or she would have quit the job.
she was so tired. Finally flingIng
responsibility to the winds, she wrote
a sign with a blue pencil that belong.
ed to a newspaper man on the first
loor. When the boarders came home
TO dinner they found this on the door
bell.
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Francois Barbasse left his house
one morning in the frame of mind Ct
q man who has decided to jump of
the Eiffel tower.
Evidently there was no luck in life
for him. For the tenth time in less
than year he had that morning re-
ceived letter in his mail that dealt
death blow to his hopes. A letter
that contained a polite refusal to his
offer of marriage made the week be-
fore.
You must not think that this letter
came for the tenth time from the
same hard-hearted beauty. No, in
deedl Francois Barbasse was not
capable Of such opportunities. Be
sides, the real truth of the matter
was that it was not a woman he so
ardently sighed for; 1t was home
and conjugal happiness. He dreamed
of sitting at the head of his own table,
when nothing would ever be served
that could possibly suggest the menu
of boarding house. And he longe1
for cozy fire where he might smoke
his pipe in peace and listen to the
idle chatter of pretty wife.
For Francois Barbasse wac by no
means insensible to feminine charms
He had fallen desperately in love with
Mile. K, whose beauty had for
long seemed to him the perfection OF
earthly grace.
For a long time he suffered in sill
ence. Then at last he ventured to
propose.
Poor Francois. His request was met
with a clear and firm refusal; a no
wreathed in polite excuses, but new
ertheless a no.
Then for six months he was miser-
able indeed At the end of that time
he tried again.
But Mile. c. was no kinder than
Mile. x had been.
Fresh disappointment alasl for
Francois Barbasse.
A month later, with third young
lady, he made a third proposal. The
result was still the same.
And thus 1t went From one mo
to the next, he descended the silken
ladder of grace and beauty that led
to marriage.
Consequently, the letter he had re-
ceived that morning wounded only his
pride. His heart was not affected.
But why, dol hear you ask, did poor
Barbasse get so regularly and sadly
thrown down on his proposals?
Why? This is treading on delicate
ground.
FRANCHISE Barbasse was the best
Of good fellows, always attentive to
the old ladies as well as to the young
ones, young, rich and good dancer
What more could have been required
for a very model of lover or son-in-
law?
But alasl all these advantages were
rendered as naught by small, but
terrible infirmity.
In his calm moments, Barbasse
might even have been called fairly
good-looking, but at the approach Of
any emotion, however slight, he would
begin to wink with one eye in such
a ridiculous, unexpected way that the
most serious people on the face Of the
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Pu. cardInsI under Arr.at-

Very few knew that the present
pope was once arrested. He had visit.
ed a poor man dying and stretched
on the bare ground On retiring 70
bed the thought Of the poor man
without a mattress came back to the
prelate. This was too mucnj for hi.
fatherly heart and without more ado
he rolled his own up as we'll as be
could and slipped out with II on his
shoulders. But he had not bargalned
for the watchful police and he was
presently IN the custody Of two vene
tian gendarmes. AS soon as they rec
ognized him, however. they took
charge of the bundle themselves and
carried It to where the good cardinal
directed.
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CHAPTER xxxlV.
The End.


Peter Burt stood by the gateway
and shaded his eyes with his hand
as he gazed down the road. Two
weeks before that day he had re-
ceived his first letter from John. It
briefly and modestly recited the story
Of his struggles and Of his success.
and ended with an account of the
tragedy which resulted in the death
Of Arthur Morris and the wounding
Of Blake.
The old-fashioned clock had sound
ed the midday hour, and Peter Burt
looked beyond the turn of the road,
where the yellow-brown Of dust had
dulled the green of foliage. Respond
ing to the touch Of whip a spirited
team Of horses dashed ahead as they
reached the summit of the hill.
Sam Rounds was driving, and
stranger to Peter Burt was beside
him. John Burt and Jessie we're in
the rear seat.
"God is very good to US, john" said
Peter Burt. as he took his grandson's
hand and looked, through glad tears,
into his face. His stern old face grew
tender as he turned to Jessie Garden.
"An old mans blessing on your
pretty head" he said, gently touching
the folds of her hair with his huge
palm. "You are very beautiful, my
daughter, and it is Gods will that you
shall be happy. am glad to see
you again, Samuel"
He looked searchingly at the silent
man In the front seat.
= % rst know you, sir" he said.
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Representative John Lind Of Mime
sofa, who has twice been governor Of
that state and has been nominated
for justice Of the Supreme Court, is
said to bear a marked resemblance
to Lincoln. In fact, he seems a per-
feet double Of the martyred Presi-
dent; even the expression Of his face
is similar, as well as its contour He
is extremely tall and gaunt and has
shambling gait
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CHAPTER NxxiII--continued,
You are very good to come at this
hour the sufferer said. Il spoke to
you this evening Of my dear friend
from California. Miss Garden, allow
me to present him. God bless you
both"
And thus they met, after the weary
flight Of years. Tenderly laying
Blake back on the pillows, John
clasped Jessie's hands and looked in
her face.
"John!"
"Jessie!"
Take her in your arms, Johni
Don't mind me. She loves"
His voice died with a whisper, and,
with a long-drawn sigh, he closed his
eyes.
He's dyingl Call the doctorl" ex-
claimed Jessie, fear and pity chasing
the love ligh. from her eyes.
Don't send for him, I'm all right
now" pleaded Blake, opening his
eyes. Let me lie here and talk to
you. The sight Of you two is better
than all the drugs or instruments.
have something to tell you-Miss Car
den. -"
"You promised not to talk" inter
rupted John Burt, with a look at
Blake which had all the effect Of
command.
Let me say just a world" he ex-
claimed. ITO see you two together,
and to hold your hands in mine af-
ter all that has happened, gives me
new courage and renewed ambition"
The subdued sound of conversation
came from the adjoining room. All
Of Blake's faculties seemed abnor-
mally acute.
"Is not that Edith's voice?" he
asked.
"she is in the other room," said
Jessie.
Let her come in," pleaded Blake.
John made a gesture Of disapproval
4 should like to see her, but you
know best. suppose, john" he said.
DR.. Harkness entered the room and
signaled to John that the interview
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The night before the battle met
He sang the eplsndor ~ the fray.
Til an our lceions. hard beset
Took heart against another day.
He sang the thunder-sw.ft attack
The shock u shields. the overthrow.
The shout that reared the chorus hack
Startled the camp-fires Of the foe.
The harps hour passed. Dawn heard
alone
The high heroic bugles' cry.
But ere q blade had crossed his own
The singer turned his horse 70 ny.
They slew him as he fed the field.
But an day long the Zoe In vain
Shattered against our spearsmen sfretea
with memory q bis noble strain.
So half fen foul into the snare.
And half sped splendid 10 the goal
What earthly tribune can declare
The doom of this divided soulg
Frank Little Pollock IA the Atlantic
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HORSE RODE TO FUNERAL.
Ironis End to Career of Hard-Wcrked
London Animal.

lroiis Eno 10 career OF 1aru-WoFNeo
London Animal.
Here is a true and pathetic story
Of a bus horse. It was told 10 me a
day or two ago by medical friend Of
mine who has an extensive and pc
culiar practice in the south Of London.
One Sunday morning, during the hot
test days, he was asked to come round
to an omnibus yard as quickly as pos
sible. 1t seemed that one of the
horses, driven to desperation by the
heat, had insisted on climbing into the
bus, instead Of taking its proper po-
sition alongside the pole. The stable
men had endeavored to get the arimal
out of the bus, but the poor horse,
during the course of the struggle, had
plunged its head through one of the
windows and cut its neck. The doc
tor, unfortunately, arrived too late to
be of service, with the consequence
that the horse bled to death. And
here comes the ironic sequel OF the
grim little tragedy. Even when the
horse was dead the men were unable
to remove the body from the inside
Of the omnibus, and thus 1t happened
that they we're compelled to harness
two other horses TO the vehicle and
drag the corpse to the nearest car
penter shows in order that the bus
might be taken to pieces. Truly, 1t is
better to de gloriougly that 10 live
out life Of hateful and ignoble bond
age. 1t would be interesting to know
the thoughts of the other bus horses
on seeing their former comrade riding,
like any gentleman, through the
streets Of London.-The Sketch.
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The Woman Of 4.

she-I had a splendid half hours
chat with young Simpkins last oven
ing.
He-Indeedl Why, everybody says
he is stupid and never says anything
She-True; but he's an excellent
Ggtener.
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clasped her in his arms. And in SPITE
Of the Joy of his emotion. both eyes
we're steady and we'll behaved. HE
left eye. once so impish and so dam
aging, beamed with perpetual smile
It was made of glassl-Boston Herald
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earth could not keep from laughing.
Whenever one eye was wet with emo
ton, or shining with tenderness, the
other would commence its Internal
dance. Beneath the winking blinking
lid, the eye ball would rush back and
forth, dilating and contracting. as If
worked by the very master of mis-
chief himself.
And the poor ladies' we're scarcely
to blame, If at Francois first words
OF love and longing. they should burst
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with John Hawkins and told and lis
tened to tales Of the sea.
The Standish pointed her bow out
towards Minors Light, and picked her
way between threatening rocks. I'm
der the shadow of Black Reef John
dropped the anchor and watched the
line until it became taut as the incom-
ing tide swept them near the rocks.
Above his head he could see the spot
where he had knelt as a boy and
listened to Peter Burt pile he prayed
to the God who ruled the storm. For
some minutes no words we're spoken.
DO you remember the last time we
were here, Jessie?" he asked.
Eyes, john" without raising her
eyes.
do you remember what l said to
you that day, Jessief"
IL think do, John" 1t may
have been the reflection of the sun,
but a touch Of crimson came to her
cheeks. 1T was a long time ago,
John, and perhaps I've forgotten just
what you said. Can you repeat it?"
An arm reached out and the r4Ie
hand was firmly clasped.
q told you that loved you, JESSIE"
he said. The imprisoned hand made
no attempt to escape. Il told you
that that love was my inspiration;
that no woman on earth should share
it; that no matter whatever befell
you-sunshine or rain, happiness or
sorrow-that my ambition was to see
you showered with all the blessings
God can grant to a good woman: |
said that if day came when l had
a right to ask your love in return that
I should do SO, making no claim on
our old friendship And then you
said something, Jessie-do you re-
member what you said, darling?"
4 said that wanted you to lo14
me, but not to speak of II agair
until ! said you could" said Jessie,
lifting her laughing eyes. you can
say it again-if you wish to, John"
Two soft arms were around his
neck and two sweet lips met his.
You knew | would wait for you.
John, didn't you?"
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John Burt's modest mansion stands
on the crest Of the hill which slopes
down to the old farmhouse. It com
mands a superb view Of the crescent
sweep Of ocean beach, and also Of the
more quiet beauties Of bingham bay.
Verdant terraces and winding paths
and roads come to the edge Of the
yard surrounding the old homestead,
but no gardeners hand has been per
mitted to touch the quaint surround