Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1905-12-07

E.s..S:zG ~ 9 "JtS 'nigitH incOnrCnieht that 1 should
 hdUe nislaid utdt book" oldest sinner can read it without hay ing any tieshly meditations intrudin' on his piety''
 The Yellett family had by this time dispersed itself for the afternoon, and the matriarch and the two girls start cd in to clear away the meal and wash the dishes.
 That's the kind of book for me-" continued Mrs. Yellett, vigorously swishing about in the soapy water Story books don't count none with me these days. It's my opinion that things are snarled up whole lot too much in real fife without pestering over the anguish of print folks. Flesh and blood suffering goes without groan of sympathy from the onlookers, while novel characters wade to the neck in compassion.
 Has the Book of Hiram anything to say against the habit of novel reading, ~ ly.
 She paused for moment. Its mighty inconvenient that 1 should have mislaid that book. but rounding up my recollections of it 1 recall something like this: Romance is the loco weed of humanity.
 With the feeling that there was all excellent though unspoken understand ing between them, the two girls walk ed together to the top of the path that wandered away from camp toward d bluff overlooking wave after wave of foothills, lying blue and still like a petritied sea.
 I'm still dying to know who wrote that letter." begged Mary.
 Tt was written by lady who is very anxious to return to Washington, and she took that means of getting one more vote. Her husband is going to run for the senate next term. We hear d good deal of that side of pol- tics, you know.'
 It was certainly convincing," re- marked the victim of the letter. My aunts detected many virtues in the handwriting
 But now that you are really here. isn't it splendid? Mountains are such good neighbors. They give you their great company and yet leave you your own little reservations"
 "But 1 fear l can never feel at home out of doors,'' Mary announced with such a rueful expression that they both smiled.
 Perhaps, then, it depends on the frame of mind. I've had longer than you to cultivate it."
 Mary looked toward the mountains serene ill their strength. "Awesome as they are.' she laughed, "they don't frighten me nearly as much as Ben and Ned. They are really very diff cile, my pupils, and 1 feel so ridicu lous sitting up back of that tub, teach ing them letters and the spelling of foolish wovds, when they know things I've never dreamed of. The other day, out of Il few scratches in the dust that l should never have given a second glance, one of them made out that some ones horses had broken the cor ral and one was trailing a rope, where upon my pupil got on horse, went ill search of the strays and returnei them to men going to roundup. After that the spelling of cat didn't seem quite so much of an achievement as it had before"
 But they need the spelling of cat so much more than you need to un- derstand trail marks. Why don't you try little strategy with them-per haps bribe even! It seems to me 1 remember something in history about the part played ill colonization by the bright colored bead"
 You are so splendid" said Mary i'm pulsiveiJ. remembering Judith's own sorrows and smiling fortitude with which she kept them hidden. You make me feel like horrid little girl that i..vs been whining"
 Jud.th looked toward the mountains log time without speaking.
 When you know them we'll they whisper great things that little folk can't take away
 She turned back toward camp, walk ing lightly, with head thrown back. Mary watched her. Yes, the mountains might have admitted her to their com pany.
 CHAPTER XIV.