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The Lamar register., 1904-10-12
i floated around on that hencoop until

i floated around on that hencoop until
morning.
along about noon heard a splash
ing. and big canoe filled with ma
tlves came in sight. yelled at them
ard after much palaver they took ME
in. They were friendly sayaGes on n
visit from one small island to another.
| went along as a guest, and 1t was
months before the boats of the Jane
M came ashore and took me of.
"A year later | landed in Frisco,
lust in time to be in the gold excite
ment. That's all. If your grand
father hadn't thrown me overheard
IN the middle of the Pacific ocean. it s
not likely I'd have located the Chal-
lenge mine. | forgave him years ago.
and you can bet l harbor no grudge
against his grandson"
He has been the one to suffer-"
said John. He imagines himself your
murderer. and for years has prayed
for forgiveness. l expect to go back
to him in few days, and you must
90 with me-"
Then he told John Hawkins the
story of his boyhood and of the shoot
love for Jessie Garden. and of his de-
termination to restore to General Car
den the fortune flched from him by
the elder Morris.
When last l saw Miss Garden"
said John, "she was the heiress to n
comfortable fortune. I had nothing
but health strength and ambition. but
she believed in my future. and some
thing has told me that she would wait
for me. / shall see her in few
days. and wish her to be as proud
and Independent of my wealth as on
that night | left her side. five years
ago. She has been robbed of her
Jirthright. but II my judgment of the
value of l.. & o. is accurate. it will be
restored to the keeping of her father"
81 have news for you about l.. & o."
said John Hawkins. but first tell me
exactly how you stand"
THE company is organized with one
hundred thousand shares. of par
value of one hundred dollars each" he
said, with bonds to the amount OF
FIVE millions more. Morris holds
thirty-fve thousand shares. and his
associates twelve thousand. That Ia
three thousand less than control, but
he imagines that General Garden can
not exercise his option on ten thou.
sand shares. AS | wrote you. I've had
Blake acquire this option from Gen.
cral Garden but of course. Morris
knows nothing of this. BY private
purchase and in the open market, our
agents have picked up twenty-nine
thousand shares"
Lets see," unused Hawkins. 81
have 1850. you have $4,000 and an
option on Gardens 10000. That
makes total Of 1890 shares. You
yet lack 3.541 of control. Go into the
market and buy EN-. my boy, You've
zone n great piece of work: a bigger
one than you realize
ITO be continued)
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Gate and name and ran his eye over
the pages.
The first words that caught his at
,ention were Miss Jessie Garden
John Burt stood like statue and
read the paragraph which had thrown
Blake into a frenzy OF fear.
Every word burned itself into his
brain. Instinctlvely he drew back like
one menaced by blow struck in the
Ozark. Then the enormity of the thing
came to him. Crushing the paper in
his hand. he strobe across the room
and lowered over the figure of the
man who had requited years of friend
ship with an act of treachery.
Blake's face was turned toward him
the handsome clear-cut features OF
the one he had known since boyhood.
For an instant the impulse to strike
this man dead in his sleep came to
John Burt Then a flood of feeling
checked the swelling tide of his rage.
How could you do such thing.
Lim?" he exclaimed. unconsciously
alord.
For hours John Burt concentrated
his mind on the strange problem which
had so suddenly arisen. At times
wave of anger swept over him. but
in the end charity won against odds
which seemed overwhelming.
1t was dark when Blake awoke from
his stupor. He raised himself on his
elbows and stared wildly about the
room until his eyes rested on John
Burt. John laid aside the book he had
made a pretense of reading.
DO you feel better. Jim?" he ask
ed. as Blake struggled to his feet,
end passed his hand YEARLY across
his eyes.
81 beg pardon for this foolishness!"
exclaimed Blake looking ruefully first
at John and then at the decanter.
AS you know. I'm not given to drink
ing. / felt very bad this morning and
took some brandy on an empty stom-
ach. Are you sure | said nothing to
offend you. John?'
You have said nothing to offend
me since that day We had the fight
near the creek in old Rocky Woods"
returned John, looking Blake frankly
in the face. The latter's eyes dropped
in confusion.
We'll say no more about it," added
John. Take your Dath, ana Dy the
time you are ready, | Will see that
Roberts has dinner served ri
During and after the meal John led
III conversation back over the years
they had spent together. Blake was
strangely silent. AS a rule he took
.he lead over his quiet companion on
such occasions, but this evening when
he attempted to join in the converse
ton. something arose in his throat
and choked him.
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| rtrange exclamations, and John Burt
was silent, in puzzled amazement.
John Burt, grandson to old Cap
| tain Pete Burt! This is too rich! My
| hoy, there's feud between the houses
of Burt and Hawkins. but IL shall not
extend to your generation. Well bury
| Ii right now, Did the old man ever
mention the name of Jack Hawkins
to you?"
Never"
81 suppose not 1t isn't likely he
would" and again Mr.. Hawkins seem.
ed vastly amused. well. was his
first mate on the Segregansett. Cap.
Burt was nearly sixty years old then.
and | was about twenty-six. There
was an idea abroad that no man who
trod deck beneath an American flag
could lick Jack Hawkins. and. barring
one man, | guess they had the facts
rized up about right. Do you see that
scar?"
He ran his fingers through the iron
gray locks and pushed them back
from his forehead. There showed
iivid mark with four black circles.
Those round black marks are the
PRINTS of your dear old grandfather's
kluckles," he said, letting the hair
drop back into place. They've been
there thirty odd years. I'll tell you
how 1t happened. Captain Burt was
very religious man. according to his
own standards. He was particularly
down on swearing. A cuss word drove
him crazy and I've seen him pound
man nearly to death for harmless
damn
I'VE had sailor named Bilson,'
continued Mr. Hawkins. He was one
Of those clumsy, aggravating fools
whose very looks were an incentive
to profanity. II came on to blow one
right and | sent Bilson aloft. He man
aged to foul the fore-royal clew lines
and when / yelled at him he laughed
in his idiotfc way. and was boiling
mad all over While was relieving
my mind felt a hand on my shout
der. and it wasn't a gentle one, either.
Not another word from your bias
phemous mouth, Jack Hawkins!' said
Captain Burt
You go to helll' | said. so mad
didn't know what | was saying.
He gave me a cuff on the side of
the head with the palm of his hand. 1t
was not heavy, but 1t made me crazy.
!"!Go below and pray God to forgive
YOU he said.
No man had ever struck me before
and | swung at him with my right
caught him a glancing blow above the
eye. He didn't even raise his hands.
Hit me again. Jack Hawkins! he
said calm as II asking me to pass him
The salt.
81 aimed for his chin. but caught
him on the neck 1t was like striking
a brick wall. His arm smashed
through my guard, and his fist landed
fun on my temple. 1t was frightful
bow and | went sprawling to the
Geek. Before | could make struggle
lie picked me up and hurled me over
The rail. AS | came up | caught one
glimpse of the Segregansett through
the mist as size heeled to port in the
Tale.
THE water revived me, and | sue
ceeded in kicking of my boots. !
swan in the direction OF the ship. and
by sheer good luck bumped into hen
coop. which some one-Captain Burt
most likely-had thrown overheard.
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scrutiny which did not escape John
Burt.
In your new disguise-or lack of
di3gu!se-you strangely remind me
OF some one" said Mr.. Hawkins sud-
denly you told me once. as I re.
member, that you were born in Massa.
chusetts. didn't you?"
81 did," replied John. land I also
told you that Burton was not my
right name. Now, I'm going to tell
YOU who am, though you must guard
my secret for a while yet-a short
while. | hope"
John Burton is good enough for
me-" asserted the magnate. grimly
Il know You're all right, and I'll bet
n million on 1t. Don't tell me. my
boy, if You run any risk by doing So
There is no reason why | should
not tell You" said John, after mo-
ment's pause Here is an advertise
ment | recently ran across in San
Francisco newspaper. Read it."
John Hawkins adjusted his glasses
and real the following:
ITO John Burt of bingham. Mass
All rewards offered for your arrest by
Randolph or Arthur Morris are hereby
withdrawn. and you are exempt from
prosecution at our hands.
"(Sisned)
Randolph Morris.
Arthur Morris
John Hawkins read it slowly and
looked searchingly into the face of the
young man.
so your names Burt? Ever have
a relation by the name OF Peter
Burt?"
My grandfather's name is Peter
Burt" replied John.
WAS he whaling captain"
He was captain and part owner of
the whaler 'Segregansett,' answered
John.
Hawkins vented his surprise in
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place near there. Miss Garden was
then little girl but remember her
distinctly. That's all. If you demand
evidence, | have not the slightest
doubt that Miss Garden or the gen
eral will furnish it,
To Jessie's amusement and Gerer-
al Gardens relief Morris declared
that he did not doubt Blake's word.
The fires of jealousy burned fiercely
in him. but he concealed his rage.
Il admit myself done, old chap" he
declared. I'VE shall have a jolly
dinner in honor of my defeat. Say
Tuesday. at Sherry's? Will that be
convenient. Miss Garden? Good!
There gees the curtain
Morris smiled gaily and excused
himself. and Blake and Jessie re-
sumed their places.
You have a wonderful memory.
Mr. Blake" said Jessie, behind her
fan. Il could not help thinking.
while you were enlightening Mr.. Nor
ris, that perhaps you had uncor-
sciously confused your Rocky Noun
tain career with that of your boy
hood friend. John Burt
The smile on Blake's lips died ana
the color mounted to his temples.
neutrality-suspicious. | did, he said.
after an awkward pause. A thousand
thoughts and fears came to him. He
dared not lift bis eyes for fear OF
encouraging the gaze of the man he
had wronged. The voices on the
stage sounded far away. Jessie's
innocent words. your boyhood friend,
John Burt" had hurled lin for the
moment from the heaven of bliss to
the nadir OF remorse. Opportunity
for his confusion. Edith called Jes-
sizes attention to some trining matter,
and in the interval he regained his
composure.
The play ended. and Arthur Morris
again Joined the Blake party as they
waited for the crowd to leave. He
declined Blake's invitation to supper
pleading previous engagement.
Il am chaperoning the governor"
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CHAPTER xxv-con.lnued.

CHAPTER xXV.-Continued
The valet opened the door and John
Burt entered.
For a moment Blake did not recog
riZe him. The moustache and beard
had disappeared, and the strong regu-
lar lines of John Burt's face were in
perfect harmony with the keen, calm
ana discerning eyes.
Hello, jim; whats the matter with
you?"
Mall right. John. OIL fellow; mall
right! Glad to see ye. dear OIL John.
Have a drink, John Glad to see ye!"
Blake swayed and fell into John
Burt's arms. His flushed face and
reeking breath told their own story
Without the help of the emptied de
canter. Blake weighed two hundred
pounds, but John picked him up and
laid him on the couch as If he were
child.
You're knocked out, jim" he said.
Take nap. old man, and you'll be
all right when you wake up"
With dull smile on his lips Blake
sank into a deep slumber.
The minute hand of the little clock
erawled half its way around the circle
before John Burt left the side of his
friend. His eyes were fixed ON the
motionless figure. but his thoughts
wandered far away.
Blake groaned and muttered in his
sleep. At first his words were inco-
herent. but as his excitement grew his
voice became distinct. and in a higher
key he exclaimed:
This is awful-awful! What shall
| do; what shall do? l love her!
love her. and no one shall stand be-
tween us, no one. by God! no one.
rot even" The sentence ended in a
moan and again he sank into quiet
slumber.
Pacing up and down the room John
stepped on a crumpled newspaper. He
picked it up, glanced carelessly at the
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The Stratford works of the Great
Eastern Railway, in England, have the
record of locomotive engine built in
ten hours-a large freighter with a
tender Before the actual construc-
ton was begun the various parts were
laid close at hand. ready for fitting to-
gether. The workmen began early in
the morning and continued until the
breakfast bell rang. Then the part
ly-built engine was photographed.
After half hours rest the workmen
returned to the task and continued
till the dinner hour. when another
photograph was taken. Thus the
work proceeded till the engine was
completed, with the exception of a
coat of paint. This was quickly laid
on by spraying machine. and in less
than half an hour was perfectly dry
The locomotive was then sent on a
trial journey a few miles up the line
and all proved satisfactory. so it was
sent with a baggage train. 1t has
been in active service ever since.
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The late Hugh Stowell Scott, ia
nous as Henry Seton Merriman, au.
thor of THE Sewers THE Vultures'
and other novels. was n man of extra.
ordinary reserve and selfcommand.
The following story is told of him:
His father, who was a director of
the London Graphic. had an unac-
countable objection to his sons fol-
lowing a literary career, and tried to
make a business man of him. His
son wrote in secret under a pseudo.
nym, and, although his work was sue
cessful. he never betrayed his literary
identity to his father.
On one occasion his father placed
before him one of the young authors
own stories, saying. Now. If you could
write book like this. it would be an
other thing altogether"
And still the son kept silence
Harper's.
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CHAPTER XIV.


1t was late on Su. lay morning
when Blake awoke. For years he
and John had dined at four O'Clock
on Sundays, and they had continued
the custom in New YORK. Blake
looked forward to what had ever
been pleasure. with an aversion not
unmixd with fear.
He rang a bell and his valet re
sponded.
Mr.. Burton will dine with me at
four O'clock" he said. Until he
leaves I'm not at home to anyone
Make no mistake about this, Roberts
| want a light breakfast"
Blake carelessly glanced over a
newspaper. With a yawn he was
about to lay the paper aside, when he
noticed headline descriptive of the
Booth performance of the preceding
evening. 1t was long article. but
Blake was so engrossed in its reading
that he paid no attention to the
Wallets announcement that his bath
was ready.
To the abject aston.shment of that
trained and sedate servant, Blake
gave cry of terror and sprang from
his couch. upsetting small table as
he rushed towards the window.
In the full flood of light he again
read paragraph which had frozen
the blood in his veins. 1t was as fol
lows:
Among the box-holders at this
notable performance was James
Blake, the famous Wall street oper-
ator and financier, whose recent ad-
vent in New York was signalized by a
market movement not yet forgotten.
Mr.. Biake's guests were General Mar
shall Garden. Miss Jessie Garden and
Miss Edith Hancock, of Cohasset.
Massachusetts,. Miss Garden returned
a week ago from two years sojourn
abroad, where her musical and arts
tic talents attracted neaoo as much
attention as her rare beauty"
MY God, this is awful-awful--
awful" groaned Blake. Get out of
here." he shouted to his man. What
the devil do you mean. standing there
gaping at me? Bring me glass of
brandy, and be quick about it!
He hurled the paper from him and
sank back into a chair.
ne uooi UGH iohs' "" " NS
sound every nerve tingled with ter
ror. Was it John Burt? James
Blake was not coward-as he had
proved a score of times when his
mettle was put to the test-but from
the moment he went down to defeat
beneath sturdy blows he had respect
ed his boyhood conqueror.
The valet opened the door and
Blake heard the piping voice of tel
egraph messenger. He drew long
breath and tore open the envelope.
The message was from John Haw-
Tins and stated that be would ar
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CHAPTER xxlv-continued.

CHAPTER xxiv-Continued.
They strolled into the conservatory.
For the first time he was alone with
Jessie Garden, and sense Of exalted
happiness surged over him.
Blake had formulated no plan of
campaign for the conquest of Jessie
Garden. The light of her eyes and
the radiance of her beauty were to
him as ignes fatui. and drew him on.
He talked Of California and of
Rocky Woods, but his eyes spoke
love and his deep rich voice was
tender. Fair woman is seldom blind
to the spell cast by her charms. and
it is probable that Jessie was aware
of Blake's admiration; but she Meth
er recognized nor took advantage
of it.
Though he knew that the odds
were overwhelmingly against him.
and that one false step meant ire
:rievable defeat. he shut his eyes to
the perils which encompassed him.
He knew the risk he ran in appear
ing in public with Jessie Garden. but
he did not hesitate to secure a box
for the Booth performance.
There were four in the theater
party-the general and Edith, Blake
and Jessie Garden. Blake escorted
Jessie to the front of the box and
took his place by her side. The
boxes were thronged with fair wom-
en-. but all eyes were turned on Jes-
sic Garden and her handsome escort.
She had been absent from New York
for two years, and only a few recog
nized her. James Blake was even
less known, though his name had
been ..Iade familiar by the name of
Wall street achievements with which
he was publicly identified.
The first act was nearly over when
thick-set young man, with soft.
fiorid face, sauntered into the box
directly across the orchestra from
Blake and Jessie. Both recognized
the newcomer as Arthur Morris. and
both felt secret joy that he was
present. Like flash the thought
came to Blake that, by means of his
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They were talking about a friend
of hers who had married a bishop
stationed In Kamchatka. or Timbuktu,
or some other heather land.
81 never could understand why she
married him." said the young woman.
she seemed the last girl on earth to
marry bishop. She cared so much
more for having good time than she
did for church work and sewing cir
cles,"
Girls are pretty wise nowadays. "
said the young man and they gener-
ally have good reason for marrying
the way they do A girl friend of
mine married doctor SO she could
always be well for nothing: and may
he this girl married the bishop so she
could be good for nothing.
York Tribune
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Butter.
Eggs.


Mrs. Worth Hall OF Chicago and thu
east coast OF Lake Michigan beyond
Grand Haven, furnished the best ser
want girl story of month. Mrs. Hall
is n blrthright Quaker of line piously
bent. and when members of the family
on their usual yearly visit TO one an
other reached the Michigan home.
they seemed little chilly at the first
course at the first dinner because no
grace had been said.
Dear" said the elderly Aunt Ra-
chel. will thee not ask blessing on
thy food?"
ooh, the food was blessed-blessed
In the kitchen before 1t was brought
In. Aunt Ray" For this philosophical
reply was a scene to kitchen upheav-
al that even Quaker families do not es'
cape.
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HE BROUGHT THE RAIN.


acle or Made a Great Bluff.
Hungary's great central plain has
lately been suffering from lack of
rain and the agricultural population
are disquieted in consequence. At
a village near Grosswardein called
Rozasalva. the district judge-a gov
eminent official and a man of univer-
sity education. who must have taken
legal degree-convened meeting OF
the inhabitants and informed them
that the drought might infallibly be
brought to an end If they would fol
low his instructions. The great bell
in the church tower must be solemnly
taken down from its place and depos-
tied beneath the water of a deep
well. This proceeding would have the
effect of attracting the clouds and
rain would result-of that his hearers
might rest assured.
Full of admiration for the profound
wisdom of their judge, the men of
RoZasalva went to work without de-
lay. The local clergyman blessed the
undertaking and offered prayers for
its success and the bell was solemnly
lowered into the well in the presence
Of believing and deeply impressed
multitude. And the next day brought
the longed-for rain.
Whether the immersed bell exer-
cised any sort Of influence upon the
clouds that so soon began TO collect
above it. readers probably will be in
clined to doubt. though the peasants
of Rozasalva regard the miracle as
proved up to the hilt.-Chicago News.
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Two little boys and two little girls
were playing house" the boys being
the papas. of course. All went well
until the papas insisted upon coming
home to luncheon. although thei.
wives repeatedly told them that they
should stay down town in their Offices
and kill bears until o'clock. The
argument finally grew SO noisy that
auntic came to investigate.
Boys why do you come home whsn
the little girls ask you not to. Is
1t because you are so fond of them
you cannot keep away"
NO" said Tom disgustedly.
zig it because you wanted anothNr
look at your beautiful children"
No said Rob, with even more DIS
gust in his tones. ITS because the
girls eat chocolate for lunch and we
want some.'"
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What the Senator Thouaht.

Blackburn, often look at a pretty
women much as we would at pie
ture, admiringly. courteously, but
never impertinently. 1t was in this
way that I not long ago rested my
orbs upon a handsome young woman
who was walking up and down the
platform at the station at Washington
waiting for her train.
Soon she turned and saw me.
"'Rubber!' she exclaimed, and
shrugged her shoulders with a frown.
II took off my hat
Madam, said I. beg thousand
pardons. took the liberty of admir-
ing you because I thought you were
the real thing New York Times.