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Bisbee daily review., 1906-02-18
By, Major Arthur Grifiths.

and elung to him, be treated with unvafy- ing harshness. holding her almost a pris oner in the lonely old house. forblddlns her to mix with her friends, condemnina her to a ''set gray life" forever tied tc hin as attendant and slave.
 Love laughs at iocksmiths,' and q ray of bright hope had crept through the iron bars of the grim old Manor House. The young doctor had been called in once pro fessiopslly and came again on his owI account, drawn hresistibly to sweet Amy rhreadholme's side. It was the old. old story, n short space of unequailed bliss the interchange of tender vows. and thaI the abrupt veto Imposed by the passionate t' old man GeoffIey Haltwhistle wa! ejected summarily. and Amy was peremp torily forbidden to see or think of hin again.
 Now his heart was gladdened by hel piteous appeal to him. and as he u otted briskiy along he told himself that nothing should keep him from her side. shs wanted him-that was enough. He had ns seruples in breaking through the cd Squire's prohibition. The time for thai was probably past. but in any case Amy'i need was paramount; he would face and surmount any obstacles that might inter pose between them.
 The way led him straight up the long Hangover IIili. IL was easy. for the night though dark. was dimly lighted by in Eumerable stars, and as he gained the brow, the great arms of the sign-post loomed dark against the sky. It marked the turn down Hanover Lane a short hai mile of which would bring him to the gates of one of the side or lesser enti ances :o the park They would doubtless be locked but he proposed to leave his horse fastened outside them and climb through the parh fence by a way he knew, and had more than once used before.
 Now he became aware of something wrong with the old mare. She began tc blunder and stumble. and very distinctly slsckened speed. The faithful brute had always served nlm well. and he was 10th to use whip and spur, but eoexed and made much of her. speaking kindly, encouraging her to go on.
 Then all at once the clock, the stable clock of the Manor House. evidently close at hand. struck midnight. and st the first sound the mare came to dead stop, snort ing loudly and shivering all over. She J.bbed and stood stock still. nothing would move her. With her fore feet firmly fixed In front of her, she o6stinately refused to stir, and all the time was obviously the prey to consuming terror.
 The gate, The white gate. An ordinary fve-barred gate opening Into the adjoining Geld; that of which his housekeeper had spoken in mysterious terms as possessing some nameless terror for his horse. The poor animal was suffering terribly, that was plaain; she was rooted to thee spot sweating. shiverins and trembling in every limb. It was impossible to get her further nothing would induce her to pass that seemingly harmless white gate.
 At last the doctor gave 1t up in despair, and turning the horses head. led her back, willingly enough. a few yards the other
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way. and finding a convenient tree in the hedge. made her fast theie. while, greatly puzzled and put out. he proceeded on foot. alone. in the direction of the Manor Houss.
 IL was very dark at the end of the lane: the trees hemmed 1t in close, but through the dense foliage an occasional light sparkled. coming from the house. Geoffrey took this as his guie= and pushed on, but had not gone many yards before he became conscious of a strange sensation of heat, succeeded by icy cold. The next moment he faneied that something dashed past him at lightning speed. going up the lane. Hash of phosphoreseent light: 1t might have been a bicycle lamp, but the road was too rough for wheeled trarie. and the light was gone as soon as it came, accompanied by hoarse raucous cry. indescribably weird and horrible.
 Strangely perturbed. and a prey to such lively alarm that he must have yielded to 1t but for the strong purpose that mad brought him thus far, he pressed forward. climbed into the park. and followed the path to the front door. He rang and could hear a remote melancholy sounding bell, but 1t was long before anyone answered. and he was admitted at length by the daughter of the house in person.
 "Amy!" he ciied, taking her straight into his arms. She was weeping bitterly, and little less agltated than be was after his strange experience.
 Your father?" he asked anxiously.
 '-I am afraid 1t is all over But just now he was seized with terrible paroxysm; he seemed possessed. and was torn by some unseen malevolent influence against which ha f1Ohr dCer fn1x A 4A. ~s his greatest agony I placed my hand upon his brow and prayed silently. fervently. to the all-powerful God to help and protect him. It seemed as though my prayers were answered. for presently he grew ealmer, and turned his eyes to mine wi:h a look of unspeaksble gratitude and affec- ticn. The crisis had passed; he had come to himself. and beaten on the malign power that had sripped him"
 Then Geoffrey bethought him of the vision thst had swept past him in the lane. and more than half believed that some foul fend was flying from the bedside of the victim whom he thought to make bis prey. The erTing. sinful father had been saved by the devotion of the pure soul who watched over him.
 The dying man was still alive when they reached his bedside and able to recognize them. Almost his fast act was to motion them to join hands and receive his bene- dietion
 Next morning the doctors horse was found dead near the white gate In the lane. There was no ostensible cause of death, but reason was suggested for the fatal mystery that hung about the spot. Local report had 1t that on one occasion the Squire, In it of rage with a high-spirited horse he could not master, had misused 1t so cruelty that he had killed the poor beast just where the white gate stood, be- tween the field and the lane
 Amy Threadholme was her grandfather s sole heiress, but after her marriage the Manor House was sold, and the doctor moved to London where he made for him self a large practice and great name.
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had swallowed. Then she noticed how close the top of his brown head was to her, and she grew strangely calm.
 He was rubbing the white flesh with his handkerchief. and she found herself wonder ing what he was going to 60 next. Some how she felt that no harm would come tc her. because-because he was there. Ever now he was not excited, and she-yes, she was glad.
 He looked up and smiled.
 Now. Margy," he said, I'm going tc do something that don. like to do. But It's got to be done, so please don't mind the unpleassptness-"
 And then he got down upon his knees pressed his lips over the two little blue spots and sucked the poison from the wound. Just for moment he did 1t, then he straightened up.
 She watched aim, fascinated, and with queer little thrills chasing each other up and down her back.
 "Ugh-h he said, that's not pleasant, Is 1t? You'd better take another drink of that brandy; 1t won't hurt you"
 Then he repeated the operation, and then bandaged the foot with his handkerchief. HuAIh Ac toAo III etfips, duQ fepidCeQ neE shoe and stocking.
 ''There!" he announced, T think that will dc all right. Does your foot pain youf"
 She shook her head.
 No; but my head feels so-so funny"
 He grinned,
 My great-grandfather bottled that brandy ever so many years ago. It ought to be good.''
 He fell to arranging the knspsack and other things.
 You can't walk, you know" he said.
 Why. how am to get bsekf'
 ''I shall carry you"
 You mustn't Think of the people al the hotel"
 ''If you were my fancee"-
 But I'm not
 Then I shall leave you here"
 ''oh. Benniei'
 There was agitation in her voice.
 Well" he asked. turning. shall carry youY"
 Well. I-i can't very well stay here, aud--weil. ] suppose so.'
 'Ahl'' he said. as he picked her up aad she snuggled her face to his. 'this is ex- citing"
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An Old Mans Darling.
By Frank Stewart.

disarray about him, he found 1t more and more difficult to realize that he would never see her pretty face flash into laugh ter again; never again hear her light foot steps. He could not realize It. There had been no preparation. Only that morning she had ridden past the windows os bis study. smiling and waving her hand at hiu and two hours later they had brought her back on a hurdle with her neck 5roksai
 Tho West was growing red; dazzie of light poun ed into the room where he sat staring foolishly before him. They had driven him away from her side. and. diGi- cult as it had been to realize that she was dead when she lay still before him, 1t was ssnoss M sr fmgSsssiels BOSS when bs could no io1ssr her death saddened him. She had been SO happy-so slor.ousIy happy! At first he adn had been ,ia si. aid = he 80 old and sse , % world he had felt as If he had cheated her of her youth and it's attendant rights, but time had allayed his apprehensions, ton Of grief was his as he remembered her saort married life had been full of
 lie wandered ssmiessiy about the room, noting as hs passed her writing table q pile of letters addressed ln her dreadful handwriting: Himeeif difficult. fastidic1s Wifss As scPs~. with % Its prsaiIsciien % & s fos ascent and descent. mad often annoyed him. Evea now, with tbe salt il his eyes biind- ln- him, he noticed 1t as he picked up the letters. The top one was sddi iessed to A. Clayton. Esq. He duily wondered who A. Clayton, Esq, was, and also whether one ought to post iettels from the dead. He decided in the negative. and resumed his restless pacing of the room. Peace of a sort came to him. She was twenty when be married her; twenty Ave this year whsn she lay dead but these i've years 1ad been cioudless. and he knew that she had never regretted her marriage. In this knowledge lay an anodyne of his agony He picked up the pile of letters He conld not destroy them, for love of her late tonca: in honor he could not open them and one does not pest letters from the dead. He locked them up.
 T cannot bear my life here any ionrer... so ran her last letter but one to 4. Clay ton. Esq. ''1f could spare him. | would -te has been so good to me--so good Duf he Is old. and ! am young. and life Is Hysd but once. I will w1ite again if I decide fc come TO you. :" But her wIitinS arsiied nothing. for letters from the deai are nof posted and A. Cfrvton. Esq. puzzied ar6 perpiexed, waited in vain until be read f1.s obituary notice inserted fin ssrhe Tfu,ex-. oy Sir James Warden
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The White Gate.
 Rv Major Arthur CrHiths

When Geofrey Haltwhistie reached his dcor in I'm eadholme village and dis mounted at the end of his long night round he tsought contentedly of the weicoms awaiting him within. He knew that hi | good old housekeeper would have Set ou a cosy supper before the blazing Are that something tasty would be simmering or the hob. and beside it the kettle wherewitI te brew a jorum of hot punch.
 l But disappointment was his portion Another an urgent summons had eOm' for the hard-worked young county doctor and he must attend to 1t forthwith. Th' practice he had lately bought was none oi the best; he could not neglect any of hi' patients. even Squire Threadhoime. of tin
 Manor House. with whom he was not or
 the best of terms But tha message ha,
 come from Amy Threeadhoims. whose sof
 appealing eyes would have drawn him any where at any time.
 Come to me- she wrote. "come in sl haste. Father has been suicksn with | sudden msiady. l am In soie trouble It was like trumpet call, and Geoffrey reeuttoned his oyereoat and drew on hi. gloves
 shout to Diccon to bring the mare round again. That will be the quickest I'll ride over"
 'You'll never be going out again. Maistei Geoffreyr' protested the old woman, "ai this uncauny hour. It's past eleven of the clock, and you can do no good. The lad said squhe was at rhe worst. long mast praying for
 It is my duty 10 go," and my pleasure ( h.. oAA Aad 4r Amy Threadhoime called to him. And OF horseback, too. Don't do it You must never ride to she Manor at thii time of night" cried Deboish. shaking with unexplained terror.
 Way potf It's good three miles by the shortest road down Hangover Lane You would not have me walk itr' Best so. best so. Two feet are better and safer when you know your way. ir'a an ill road to travel after dark"
 "Psha! Deborah; the mares as sure foctsd as q mule. She could pick out ths way biindfoided snd kneelhaltered.'
 The mare would be right enough, Maister; there's no fear from her If you can get her along the lane as far as the white gate and past. if So be ycu ser her past 1t. But there's ugly tales anent that ciuel lane. and If you'll listea to me. Maister Godfrey. you'll not try the journey at all And you'll be doing no good. The devils got his grip on the unnatural old cu mudgeon, and all the faculty, let alone enc, eorid not save him now"
 The Squire of Threadholme bore an "vll reputation in the countryside. He was a mssterful man of violent and vindictive temper. who would not brook being crossed "a cruel father, hard landlord, mean and grasping, hated and feared by his tenants and all who had dealings with him He had quarreied with his only son and driven him out for marrying against his wishes; had refused to help him, and left him to die in ahjeet penury abroad. His grand daughter. the sole being who cared for him
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The liner had slipped from her pier and WAS moving out to sea- The heavy clouds os smoke that beIched from her tunnels noured oyer the surface of the water and died out in g trailing stream There was farewell whistle Wlikins Wateheo me steam rise and fade.
 Ii had all been very sudden. and now that it was over he felt strangely stunned. auire as If he didn't know the whole thing from }beginnIng to end It was long time before he moved. Then he turned and walked swiftly away. Before him the e,rcet seemed to rise pyecipiioHsly and the noise heat painfully But he kept his way, walking like one might in dream
 He went to hls office Absent-mindediy he left the elevator at the wrong floor, and then climbed up the deserted stairs. Ills heels seemed to strike the marble steps ike torpedoes. ec6eing and re-echoing through the biz Iniidiag. The lock on the door was stubborn. and when at last he fell into his chair he felt fstigued and sick
 The whole thing came viyidiy before htul. He thought 0f the fIst proToca- ton. the subsequent disagreeme1ts, inc finaI decree. They were nothing to each other now-nofhing. Doubiless she would marry again It would be all right. He didn't care much. anyway As far as he was coneei red lhe was desd. He was glad. He laughed little. quite bitterly. Yes. be was glad. She never loved him, aia Shes Or did ske? He didn't know. He didn't care. As far as he was con cerned. she was dead. he repeated
 He was not sorry that he had gone to the boat He knew that she had not seen him. He had been careful that she shouldn't But he had fsen her, and had chnekled inwarily when he saw that she wore some roses at her waist He was quite sure she didn't know be sent them Lit was evidence enough when she woie them. T wonder whs I sent them" he naused- T wonder way"
 wilkins took cold plunge the follow ing morning and with it tried to cast of his former life and begin a new one. When he entered his office be was not otherwise than the John Wilkins of for mer days. except that his eyes had taken on. perhaps. a new expression
 Two weeks later he was reading his mail when messenger entered He handed rrfIkins esbiegraIn- The fnaa read II calmly. 1eoossy- II ran
 ..coiaing back: Cedric
 There was no signature None was nee.i- ed. Wilkins struck a match, rciit his cigar and carefully burned the message over his cuspidor The messenger cleared his throaf. wilkins looked ap with start.
 s'well?~ he said.
 .'sign. plesses'-
 Wilkins scratched his name hurriediy and pushed back igVue.
 There. Now frs out.
 called hiFn back
 Here he said. ''fake this.- and gave the lad 6 quarter
 After the door had closed behind the mes- sencer, Wilkins locked if- Then he fui ned to the windo~ and looked down Into the street.
 ~If was she first wanted it. he mused- T didn't ask for z divorce"
 He turned swiftly fo his desk. dashed on a message and rang for messenger. Tas message said
 .'Don'f.~
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She was twenty and he was seventy when they married. The disparity of age was appalling. and every one foretc.d a lamentabie ending to their marriage But as time passed on and dismal progncstf- cations remained unfuhlIed, people forgot to wonder and gossip, and only remem- bered how sensible 1t had been of Lucille Duphot to forget Sir James Marden's years in consideration of the manifold ad- vantsges he could offer her. She had badly needed friend when he bad offered her a husband. She was the niece of Mademoiselie Duphot. an old school mistress at Rugby. who had died leaving her niece her blessing and few pounds with which to fight the world. The vicar and hls wife had interested themselves on her behalf. or, rather. would have done so had not Sir James anticipated them. caught, as the vicai's wife. who was every inch a female, had 1t. by pretty face. and she hoped tthis witn an emphasis that fully expressed the difficulty of taking an optimistic view1. tha, he wouldn't re- gret it.
 But, if external evidence counted for snything, neither of them hsd regretted it. They were the happiest-Iookiag couple in Warwiekshire, and If at first Sir James had fl ietted if some word of the current gossip hsd reached him. ne had lons since ceased worrying over the possibility that his happiness was not shared by bis wife. And now-for good or had-lt vas all over He sat in her sitting room, dniiy piecing together the past; striving to assuage the anguish of the present by remembrance of the golden houls that lay behind him He had had but enc desile when be married her. End that had been to make her happy. And his desire had not been denied him. Not in vain had he given her fair raiment and jewels, anticipated her upvoiced de- slres. Not In vain had he adored her with an intensity that startled him. She had learned to lore him. Love! But could four little letters express the feeling with which he had regai dsd her-witb which be stils regarded herr To him she stiil lived. Death was for the old-the ill. He could not associate fl with her radiant presence.
 Now. as he sat alone with the pretty, foolish things she had so loved in luxurious
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Msrgery threw herself upon a moscow cred log and famed herself vigorously with her handkerchief.
 My .' she said, its hard work climbing about these hills. and its--it's awfnliy hot. ' | Tt is warm" Marsery turned and faced him, suspending operations with the handkerchief. and con tempiated him calmly. "Dou you know she said slowly, T think you are without doubt the most ex- ssperating man know?' This said, she resumed the cooling process with the tiny bit of iinen and lace in her , hand, and awaited a reply. l Braseoe licked 6 ny from leaf witr A carefully directed and skilfuiy executed Jerk of his handkerchef, and wisely held his | tongue. ,,. ' Here go tramping about these hills with you ou your absurd botanical ex ploratious," she continued, scraping the moss from her end of the fog with ] xtick. .zetting all tired and hot, and dusty. and then when remark that It fl hot you sit there and calmly repiy-ft Ii varmrn She jabbed the log viciously. T suppose If I told you felt ss if were go ing to die you'd still sit there and make some equally foolish remark" 'Margy:r
 The word came sharp and decisive as ; he sprang to his feet ! The girl gazed at him and then broke into a silvery laugh. "oh, Bennie." she said. Il didn't mean to be cross; I didn't Bsnnie. really didn't" and the pleading in her eyes and :he contrition in her voice were such that he joined in her laugh and resested him. self by her side. She broke the silence. You think I'm horrid. don't your .No. Margy, not that. You ssnow r'-- -sYes you do. You think I'm horrid. and hard to get along with, and ali that; now don't your
 If I should admit the truth of what you say" he drawled. halting in the tyins { Of bis shoe laces to glance up at her over his right shoulder, you'd be as mad a'
 c hornet"
 Indeed. then you do think soT
 .There, xhst did tell you r he laughed i But Tn rot. am I. Bennier sI didn't say you were"
 "oh you're the most exasp -
 That. twice you've said t." be inter rupted-
 .rd like to pull your ear" "Go ahead" he drsvied, poksng his face obediently toward her. ! She turned and looked at him much as I she would st curious insect. { q really believe you'd let me-" she solilo aalzed-
 ..of course. I vould--and enjoy if.r
 She half rose and tucked one foot under her. and faced him squsrcIy. She had ( pretty way of wrinklins her brow and purs ing her lips. and he xszed at her with frsns admiration. She did not desm. however to notice it.
 "Bennie." she said. measuring her words.
 "why is It that you never get excited or show any aninstionr ' He laughed. | T do."
 Pardon me. but you do not At least have neved known you to do so." 1 He reached over and snapped a little green caterpillar from her shoulder. Your memory serves you H." he said. You seem to have forgotten that little affair of last Summer. I-I was terribly
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QUICK MEAT PIE.

THIS recipe will be useful to the busy
 | mother. who has a large family bu, snail income Cut the remains of . cold joint into very small pieces; then mince these in your meat chopper. Season
 with salt and pepper, and add a large onion, minced finely. Break the small bone. and put it Ia a saucepan with a slice of lesn ham or bacon, and just enough water to cover. Let this boil gently for an hour. then strain 1t and mix with the meat; put all into pie dish. cover with a thick ssyer ssi,e 5. q. mssnen po,a.1es, vel, ssasonsc
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A FAVORITE OF FATE.

"Thcre's something T. that boy" said the old man, land I'm more and more persuaded he's reserved fer some great purpose
 "Whst makes you think so?"
 sJust this: He's come through six football games, and he's got his head and one leg Ieft."-Atianta ccrstitu- ton.
Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1906-04-05
GREATER FOR EIGHT MONTHS BY
$71,ooo,ooo THAN IN LIKE PER-
IOD LAST YEAR.

Washington, April 5.-According to
a bulletin issued by the department of
commerce and labor exports from the
United States for the first eight months
of the fiscal year 1906 are $3.50 ,OOO, 600
in excess of those of the correspond
ing months of 1905.
Imports for 1906 are $71 900, ,00O
greater than for 1905. The growth in
exports of manufactures has been $45.-
100000 and in agricultural products
s133. 100000 over the same period OF
last year.
Some of Leading Items.
The increase in exports of manufac.
lures occurs chiefly in cotton goods,
iron and steel manufactures. cars and
carriages, manufactures of wood, min
eral oils and leather. The increase in
exports of agricultural products is
chiefly in wheat, wheat flour, corn, oats
and provisions.
Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1906-04-05
CHANGE GRANTED
Judge Ramsay at AIedo Permits
Mckinney Case to Go
to Peoria.
RETRIAL ON CRUELTY CHARGE
Both Sides Introduced Hundreds of
Affidavits to Support Their
Contentious.

Aledo. H., April s. (SpeciaL)--
Judge RamsaT in the circuit court
here today granted the motion of the
defense in the case of Mrs. Archibald
Mckinney. once tried for cruelty to-
ward Stella Grady. for a change Of
venue. The case will be taken q
Peoria county, and the trial will be
held at Peoria at a date to be fixed by
the court there.
Had Many Anidayits.
Arguments on the motion were be-
gun last evening and completed this
morning. Attorney q. A. Cooke, for
the defense, introduced All affidavit3
from residents of Mercer county in
support of his plea that it would be
impossible to secure an unbiased hear
ing in Aledo. States Attorney Gra-
ham introduced 492 affidavits support
ing his contention that a fair trial
could be had in Mercer county.