Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1914-06-30

tsrly, wiping his eyes with the back Of
his SCARED hands and moaning Ike
child for some ten minutes.
They was cruel enough to feed him
up In the temple, because they said he
was more Of god than old Daniel that
was a man. Then they turned him out
on the snow and told him to go home.
and Peachey came home In about O
year. begging along the roads quite
safe. for Daniel Dravot he walked be-
fore and said: Come along. Peachey.
It's a big thing we're doing. The
mountains they danced at night and
the mountains they tried to fall on
Peachey's head, but Dan he held up
his hand. and Peachey came along.
bent double. He never let 90 Of Dams
hand. and he never let 90 Of Dams
head. They gave it to him as a pres
ent In the temple. to remind him not
to come again. and, though the crown
was pure gold and Peachey was starv-
ing. never would Peachey sell the
same. You knew Right Worshipful
Brother Dravot. Look ut him nowr'
He fumbled in the mass Of rags
around his bent waist. brought out Il
black horsehair bag embroidered with
silver thread and shook therefrom Oh
to my table the dried. withered head
Of Daniel Dravot! The morning sun
that had long been paling the lamps
struck the red beard and blind. sunken
eyes; struck. too, Il heavy circlet ot
gold studded with raw turquoises. that
Carnehan placed tenderly Oh the bat
tered temples.
You behold now" said Carnehan
"the emperor in his habit as he lived
the king Of kaiiristan with his crown
upon his head Poor old Daniel. tina.
was monarch once."
shuddered, for. in spite Of deface
ments manifold, recognized the head
Of the man Of Marwar Junction
Carnehan rose to SO. attempted to
stop him. He was not lit to walk
abroad. Let me take away the whis
ky and give me little money" be-
gasped 81 was Il king once. I'll &"
to the deputy commissioner and ash
to sit In the poOrhouse till get my
health. No, thank you. ! can't wait
till you get carriage for me. Tvr
urgent private affairs-in the SOUTH
He shambled out Of the office and
departed in the direction of the deputy
commissioners house. That day at
noon | had occasion to go down the
binding hot mall. and | saw crooked
man crawling along the white dust OF
the roadside. his hat in his hand
quavering dolorously after the fashion
Of street singers ut home. There was
not a soul I'm sight and he was out OF
all possible earshot of the houses And
he sang through his nose. turning his
head from right to left
1.-THE son Of man goes forth to war.
4 golden crown ~ gain.
His blood red banner streams afar
Who follows In his train?'
waited to hear no more but put
the poor wretch into my carriage ami
drove him off u the nearest mission
airy for eventual transfer Ia the asy
lum. He repeated the hymn twice
while he was with me. whom he did
not In the least recognize. and left
him singing II to the missionary.
Two days later ] inquired after his
welfare Of the superintendent Of the
asylum
"He was admitted suffering from
sunstroke He died early yesterday
morning" said the superintendent
"Is II true that he WAS half an hour
bareheaded in the sun at mddny!'
Yes" said l. but do you happen
to know II he had anything upon him
by any chance when he died:"
mot to my knowledge. said the
superintendent
And there the matter rests