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CHAPTER w.

George Lescott had known hospital
ity OF many brands and degrees. He
had been the lionized celebrity In
places of fashion. He had been the
guest Of equally famous brother artists
In the cities of two hemispheres, and,
since sincere painting had been his
pole star. he had gone where his arts
wanderluet backoned. He had fol-
lowed the lure of transitory beauty
to remote sections OF the world. The
present trip was only one of many
like 1t, which had brought him into
touch with varying peoples and dis
tinctive types of life. He told himself
that never had he found men at once
80 crude and so courteous as these
hosts who. facing personal perils, had
still time and willingness to regard his
comfort.
The coming of the kinsmen, who
would stay until the present danger
passed. had filed the house. The four
beds In the cabin proper were full.
and some slept on floor mattresses.
Lescott, because guest and wounded.
was given a small room aside. Sam
son, however, shared his quarters in
order to perform any service that an
injured man might require. 1t had
been q full and unusual day for the
painter. and it's incidents crowded in
on him in retrospect and drove OF the
possibility of sleep. Samson. too,
seemed wakeful. and In the isolation
Of the dark room the two men fell into
conversation, which almost lasted out
the night. Samson went into the con-
fessionaL This was the first human
being he had ever met to whom he
could unburden his soul.
The thirst to taste what knowledge
lay beyond the hills; the unnamed
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"Reoicides" in America.

Three of the men appointed by Oil
yer Cromwell to try King Charles l
fled to Massachusetts and were in hid
ing there for quite while. Cromwell
appointed $50 commissioners to try
the king, of whom 70 acted and SO
signed the death warrant. After the
restoration 20 of those who had signed
the death warrant were tried, Is were
executed, and three fed to Massachu-
sets, viz, William Cote, Thomas
Whalley and John Dixwell. They were
all men of good families. stood high in
Cromwell's confidence and had fought
In some of his hardest battles. They
lived in Massachusetts several years,
in concealment, and then in Connecti-
cut, one or two of them dying at New
Haven. Dixwel assumed the name of
James Davids, married a Massachu-
setts woman and reared family of
Dayids children, whose descendants
NAV still be living. After coming to
this untry COTE correspondent affec-
tionately with his wife in England, but
never saw her again. He was buried
at Hadley, Mass, where at one time
he led the inhabitants in repelling ar
attack by the Indians.
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TRAINING BOYS FOR WARFARE
Youth OF Australia, From an Early Age,
Undergo a Compulsory Mill
tary Service.

Australian lads of twelve years be-
gin a more or less voluntary form OF
military training. It Is an indulgent,
happy-go-lucky sort Of thing, designed
primarily to be of physical advantage.
When the lads are fourteen years old,
a limited military service is severely
compulsory, with penalties for eva
sion, and fines laid upon employers
and parents who interfere, and thus
continues, with physical exercises.
drill, parades, and rifle practice, for
four years, whereupon these cadets
are passed into the citizen forces.
Four whole-day drills are required
each year, and IL halliday drills and
"a night drills. A perfunctory attend
ance upon these grave obligations-in-
apt. sullen. frivolous behavior-counts
for nothing at all II the cadet fails
to be marked efficient by his battalion
officers he must perform his service
all over again. In Kalgoorlie Of west
ern Australia-a great dust storm
blowing that might've watched a
column of these little conscripts"
march past with rifles and bugles and
drums: and they were smart to see
brown uniforms, with tricks OF green.
and wide-brimmed Australian hats
caught IN eli the side In the Australian
way. # I'D no farcieal affair. When
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tatZd through drawn blinds, and the
June rustic and bird chorus in his
ears-and his own thoughts in his
brain.
Conscious, but In great pain, Purvy
! beckoped Jim Asberry and Aaron Hol-
Liz, his chiefs of bodyguard. to his bed.
side and waved the nurse back out OF
hearing.
"If don't get we'll" he said feebly
there's a Job for you two boys. ]
reckon you know what 1t is?"
They nodded. and Asberry whis.
pered a name:
Samson Southf"
/, "Yes," Purvy spoke In whisper;
but the old vindictiveness was not
smothered. "You got the old man, ]
reckon you can manage the cub. II
you don't he'll get you both one day"
The two henchmen scowled.
I'll git him tomorrer." growled AS.
berry. Thar hain't no sort OF use
in a-waitin'."
mol" For an instant Purvy's voice
rose out Of its weakness to it's old
staccato tone OF command, a tone
which brought obedience. "If get
well have other plans. Never mind
what they are. That's my business.
If don't die. leave him alone, until
I give other orders.
"If get we'll and Samson South Is
killed meanwhile won't live long
either. 1t would be my life for his.
Keep close to him. The minute you
hear Of my death-get him" He
paused again, then supplemented,
"You two will find something mighty
interestin' In my WILL
1t was afternoon when Purvy
reached the hospital, and, at nightfall
of the same day, there arrived at his
stores entrance. on stumbling, hard
ridden mules, several men, followed
by two tawny hounds whose long ears
tapped over their lean Jaws. and
whose eyes were listleSs and tired, but
whose black muEzles wrinkled and
shifted with that sensitive instinct
which follows the man scent. The ex-
sheriff's family were instituting pro-
ceedlngs Independent OF the cn1efS or
ders. The next morning this party
plunged into the mountain tangle and
beat the cover with the bloodhounds
In leash.
The two gentle-faced dogs picked
their way between the Towering rho
dodendrons, the glistening laurels, the
feathery pine sprouts and the moss
covered rocks. They went gingerly
and alertly on ungainly, cushioned
feet. Just as their masters were de-
spairing they came to q place directly
over the store, where q branch had
been bent back and hitched to clear
the outlook and where a boot heel
had crushed the moss. There one OF
them raised his nose high into the
air, opened his mouth, and let out q
long, deep-chested bay Of discovery.
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without thanks. He furthermore
states that as far as he can judge he
is not better looking nor is he home
lier than the general run of men, is
comfortably situated and believes as
good, true loyal husband he would
be a success. He asks me to solve
the problem as to why he has been
nonsuited thus far.
There is no problem about 1t. This
man has proposed to the wrong won-
en-. He could not have loved all
four; few hearts are so elastic AT
all events, he struck discordant key
in each instance in offering his heart
and hand. 1t is not so much what a
man says as the way he says it that
appeals to the feminine heart. Car
pet knights, singing on Bonded knee
to pour forth their love story, might
do very well in an ancient novel, but
the twentieth century maiden would
not listen a minute to the protesta-
tions of such swain. The spectacle
would be too mirth provoking and
rout any tender sentiment that might
be creeping into her breast.
Nor does a woman relish the man
ner in which too businesslike wooer
asks for her heart and hand in much
the same way as a lawyer makes his
plea before the court of appeals or
merchant mechanically speaks of
the merits of his merchandise.
1t takes earnestness and a straight
forward appeal to carry conviction to
woman's heart that a man means
all he is saying.
The choice of language has much
to do with making a favorable impress
sion. The wooer of good sense will
not beat about the bush unnecessar-
lily. Good common sense always pre-
walls. He who is a novice and in
doubt should choose a moment when
he and the young woman of his choice
are quite by themselves. If she is in
pleasant mood, it would not be
amiss to take her hand as a first in
timation of the bent of his thoughts.
If permitted to retain it what would
be more natural than for man who
had mace up his mind that the mo-
ment had arrived to know his fate to
say earnestly. MARY, you must have
noticed how often 1 have been COM
ing to see you of late. Each visit has
endeared you to me- At last the
truth occurred to me-my heart had
gone out to you. love you and when
man loves a woman with all the
ardor his nature is capable of he
Graves her love in return. He wants
her for his wife. I have been bold
enough to believe you are not indiffer-
emit to me-indeed that you return my
affection. If this be the case l offer
you my heart and hand; is your an
swer yes or no, dear?"
Indeed there are just as many ways
Of popping the question as there are
men in the world, but the average
bashful masculine reader of the above
has learned quite enough to put him
through the ordeal
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Of contact with the outside world; O
town where the ancient and modern
orders brushed shoulders; where the
new was tolerated, but dared not be-
come aggressive. Directly across the
street from the courthouse stood an
ample frame building, on whose side
wall was emblaxoned the legend,
"Hollman's Mammoth Department
Store" That was the secret strong
hold of HOLMAN power. He had al
ways spoken deploringly Of that spirit
of lawieesness which had given the
mountains bad name.
When the railroad came to Hixon
il found In Judge HOLMAN a public
spirited citizen" Incidentally, the tim
Der that 1t hauled and the coal that
its fat cars carried down to the Blue
grass went largely to his consigneea.
He had so astutely anticipated coming
events that, when the first scouts Of
capital sought options they found
themselves constantly referred to
Judge HOLMAN. No wheel, It seemed,
could turn without his nod. It was
natural that the genial storekeeper
should become the big man of the
community and inevitable that the one
big man should become the dictator.
His inherited place as leader OF the
Hollmans in the feud he had seem
ingly passed on as an obsolete pre-
rogative.
Yet, In business matters, he was
found to drive hard bargain. and
mes came 10 regard u the part q
goo4 policy 10 meet rather than com-
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appeared at the door between the
morning-glory vines. The red patch
OF color was Sally.
She made her way, carrying a
bucket, to the spring. where she knelt
down and sazed at her own image In
the water.
Before going home she set down her
bucket by the stream, and. with a
quick glance toward the house to make
sure that she was not observed,
climbed through the brush and was
lost to view. She followed a path that
her own feet had made, and after a
steep course upward came upon a bald
face of rock, which stood out storm
battered where a rift went through
the backbone of the ridge. This point
Of vantage commanded the other val
ley. Down below, across the treetops,
were a roof and a chimney from which
a thread OF smoke rose in an attenu-
house and Samson's homo. The girl
leaned against the gnarled bowl of the
white oak and waved toward the roof
and chimney. She cupped her hands
and raised them to her lips like one
who means to shout across great dis
lance, then she whispered SO low that
only she herself could hear:
Hello, Samson SOUTH"
She stood for a space looking down,
and forgot to laugh, while her eyes
grew religiously and softly deep, then,
turning, she ran down the slope. She
had performed her morning devotions
That day at the house OF Spicer
South was an OF day. The kinsmen
who had stopped for the night stayed
on through the morning. Nothing was
said Of the possibility Of trouble. The
men talked crops and tossed horse
shoes in the yard; but no one went to
work in the fields, and ali remained
within easy call. Only young Tama-
rack Spicer, a raw-boned nephew, wore
a sullen face and made q great show
Of cleaning his rife and pistol.
Shortly after dinner he disappeared.
and when the afternoon was well ad-
vanced Samson, too. with his rife on
his arm. strolled toward the stiIa.
(TO BE CONTINUTD>
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How dismally the summer rains
beat upon her narrow window panes!
Snow is hurled high upon the case
ment winters until she finds it i'm
possible to keep out the piercing, icy
blasts. 1t can easily be realized why
such lone women look upon the home
picture as though it were heaven on
earth. God knows they are not I'M
wise often in marrying for the sake
of dearly-prized home offered them,
together with a loving companion,
we'll appreciated.
The heart of a homeless woman
goes out to that dear place more earn
estly than it ever did In the days
gone by, of plenty, ere S! knew
what it was to be parted from her
own abode and to go out facing the
cold world in bitterness. The priva-
tions Of these women cause them to
look upon other women who have
homes of their own and household
duties they should perform with envy,
wondering why they could think of
complaining or ever fret over dull
moments and not having gay times
Cftener.
The lives Of the two women are in
such contrast that If the dissatisfied
ones were obliged to change places
with their less fortunate sisters, even
for brief while, they would never
want to stand the ordeal again. But
it is a long road that has no turn.
BY some unexpected happening, many
lone woman has foundi the joy OF
her home once more. Dark clouds
must give way to sunshine and hap.
piness to fill the hearts of those who
do not give up hope.
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In days when the Indian held the
Dark and Bloody Grounds q pioneer.
telling oak and poplar logs for the
home he meant to establish on the
banks Of purling watercourse, let his
ak slip. and the cutting edge gashed
his ankle. Since to the discovered be-
longs the christening, that watercourse
became Crippieshin, and 90 1t IL today
set down on atlas pages. A few miles
away, as the crow flies. but many
weary leagues az a man must travel.
q brother settler. racked with rheuma-
ttsm, gave to his creek the name of
MiserJ. The two pioneers had come
together from Virginia, as their ances-
tors had come before them from Scot.
land. Together they had found one
Of the two gaps through the mountain
wall, which for more than a hundred
miles has no other passable rift. To
gether. and as comrades, they had
made their homes and founded their
race. What original grievance had
sprung up between their descendants
none of the present generation knew
perhaps 1t was a farm line or disputed
title to q pig. The primary incident
was lost In the limbo of the past: but
for fifty years. with occasional inter.
walls of truce. lives had been snuffed
out In the nercely burning hate Of
these men whose ancestors had been
comrades.
Old Epicer South and his nephew
Samson were the direct lineaI descel-
dants of the manner Of Misery. Their
kinsmen dweIt about them: the Souths.
the Jaspers. the Spicers. the WiIeys.
the Millers and McCagers. Other fam.
lies. related only by marriage and
rlsse association, were. In feud align.
ment, none the less "Souths." And
over beyond the ridge, where the
pprinxa ana xfpotu lowed the other
AsJ To sesA cssApsask4n. twalt the
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vanderlusr that had at times brought
him a restiveness so poignant as to
be agonizing; the underlined attuning
OF his heart to the beauty of sky and
hill; these matters he had hitherto
kept locked in guilty silence.
In a cove or Rowland pocket, stretch
ing into the mountain side, lay the
small and meager farm of the Widow
Miller. The Widow Miller was a
South" that is to say. she fell, by
tie Of marriage, Under the protection
of the clan head She lived alone with
her fourteen-year-old son and her six
teen-year-old daughter. The daughter
was Sally.
The sun rose on the morning after
Lescott arrived, the mists lifted, and
the cabin of the Widow Miller stood
revealed. A tousle-headed boy made
his way to the barn to feed the cattle,
and q red patch Of color, as bright
and tuneful as a Kentucky cardinal,
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proposing m q r.
riage to a woman.
"It looks to me
like a scientific
game where the
knave comes out
with flying colors
and the bashful
h o n e S t y ou n g
man gets turned
o W n ignomini-
ously by the av-
erage girl" he
AYERS. He adj
mits that he has
asked four differ
ent women to be-
come his wife and
in each instance
was unhesitating-
ly declined and
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(TO BE CONTINUTDA

we were in Brisbane Of Queensland, a
score Of truant youngsters were
packed off to the military Barracks
for ten days OF close confinement and
drill; and away they went, In a big
cape wagon, in charge Of a sergeant
major, and under escort Of some
brilliant artillerymen-a melancholy
little crew, these truants, then, facing
ten days of absence from home, with
six hours OF drill on the hot parade
ground. under sergeant major, who
doubtless knew how to improve the
patriotism Of small culprits, and would
do it with q switch-Norman Dun
can, in Harper's Magazine.
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Friend of the Farmer.

DR.. Marion Dorset, bi-chemist Of the
federal bureau of animal industry. is
the scientist who first isolated the
germ responsible for that farm scourge
cholera In tho hog. That accomplished.
he perfected q serum to combat It.
protected his processes by patents and
then turned them over to the public,
10 be used without charge.
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The Bible.

The Bible is not losing ground"
On the other hand its circulation is
steadily rising. Since 1850 the Brit
ish Bible society has published 240..
1000 copies OF the Bible. and the
American Bible society, since 1916,
has published 100000. 900 copies.
Total publication for past century
equals 100000, 900 volumes.
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CHAPTER li-Continued.

"T haint a-wantin' ter suspicion ye,
Samson. but ! know how ye reels
about yore pap. ! heered tibet BUD
Spicer come by hyar yistiddy plump
full Of liquor an lowed he'd seen
Jesse an Jim Asberry a-talkin' ter
gether jest afore yore pap was Kilt.
He broke of abruptly, then added;
"Ye went away from hysr last night,
an didn't git In twell after sunup-l
Just heered the news. an come ter
look fer ye."
Air you-all Towin' tibet shot them
shoots from the laurel?" inquired Sam
son, quietly.
'rEf we-all hainf Iowin' hit, Sam
son, we're plumb shore tibet Jesse
Purvy's folks viii 1ow hit. They're
Jest a-hoIdin' yore life like a hostage
fer Purvy's, anyhow. Ef he dies they'll
try ter git ye."
The boy flashed a challenge about
the group, which was now drawing
rein at Spicer South's yard fence. His
eyes were sullen, but he made no an.
swer.
One Of the men who had listened in
silence now spoke:
I'm the fust place, Samson, we hain't
a-sayin' ye done hit. In the mex place.
eff ye did do hit we hain't a-blalnin'
ye-much. But I reckon them dawgs
don't lie, an, eff they trails In hyar
YEN need us. Thet's why we've done
come"
The boy slipped down from his mule
and helped Leecott to dismount. He
deliberately unloaded the saddlebSgs
and kit and laid them on the top step
OF the stile. and, while he held his
peace. neither denying nor Affirming,
his kinsmen sat their horses and
waited.
Even to Lescott 1t was palpable that
some Of them believed the young heir
to clan leadership responsible for the
shooting Of Jesse Purvy, and that
others believed him innocent, yet none
the less In danger Of the enemy's ven
geance. But, regardless of divided
opinion, all were alike ready to stand
at his back and all alike awaited his
final utterance.
Then. In the thickening gloom, Sam
son turned at the foot Of the stile
and faced the gathering. He stood
rigid, and his eyes flashed with deep
passion His hands, hanging at the
seams Of his jeans hreeches, clinched,
and his voice came In q slow utter
ance through which throbbed the ten
stty Of soul-absorbing bitterness.
Il kncwed all bout Jesse Purvy's
bein' shot. When my pap lay
ardytA' over thar at his house I Was
a little shaver ten years old
Jesse Purvy hired somebody ter kill
him an / promised my pap
that I'd find out who tibet man was.
an thet I'd git 'em both-some day.
So help me, God Almighty, I'm a,soin'
ter git 'em both-some dayi" The
boy paused and lifted one hand as
though taking an oath.
I'm a-tellin' you-all the truth
But I didn't shoot them shoots this
morN1A'. i hain't no truce buster. /
gives ye my hand on hit. IF
them dawgs come hyar they'll find me
hTar, an ef they hain't liars they'll
80 hight By hyar. / don't low ter run
away, an don't low ter hide out. I'm
a-goin' ter stay right hyar. Thets all
I've got ter say ter ye."
For moment there was no reply.
1HSA the older man nodded with q
gesture Of relieved anxiety.
'"Thet's all We wants tar know, Sam
son." he said. slowly. Light, men an
come In"
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SYNOPSIS.

On Misery creek. at the foot Of a rock
from which he has fallen, Sally Miller
finds George Lescott, landscape paint
or. unconscious. and after reviving him;
goes for assistance. Samson South and
Sally, taking Lescott to Sarnsons home,
are met by SDicer South. head OF the
family. who tells them that Jesse Purvy
has been shot
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HOW SHOULD A MAN PROPOSE
MARRIAGE?

II. after all, you still will doubt and fear
me,
And think this heart to other loves will
stray,
Il must swear then, lovely doubter,
hear me,
By every dream I have when thou'rt
away,
BY every throb I feel when thou art
near me.
love but thee-I love but thee.
A man wants to know and in all
earnestness If there Is knack in
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Die sbIatbtfeIder I'm 1frieden.

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feds 9ferbe un0 brsibig Munn, 70
mar bic Srber. So mar f9pere 9lrs
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SutensrGber. n2lber bas Na9uuer
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