Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1915-01-03

must be done soon or there won,d ,o. servant left in the county
 The hill back of the Storm n,aou haunted. Nigh: after night. against tbo s;,o
 'Ae ''''i' there appeared the heroic skele. ton Of huma1 hand with a b,aot sno4 E.. 'ne center of the palm, as if if had b.on iiaoe ny an enormous bullet. No one oo,,,,, se' e'ose To It. Invariably it vanished st tho approach of sn! living being. This pbas+lv thing waxea snt yaned sometbino ,f+o .. A'''ihef ot ths coal of mans pipe. Of course it WIS 3,ain trickery. but one cor,a not impress tae exoitable negro mind n,;th 'N'S Tact; an' more than this, there were many White Ieopie. who were quite assnrea that this skele!>n hand presaged inc comin, of the end of th: world. Sometbino ,,u. pe oone at once. Would her dear son como immediately and see if he could nu+ +h;s mystery where it belonged? He wired haok that he would.
 UT course there was no doubt in his mind that some one was playing prac+;c., ;o,,o oi sfe"some sort: but he also realized that It might turn into serious affair if if ras permitted to continue. He laughed at ma moment and swo~e at the next. Why tha perpetrators of the joke had selected the hin back Of the Storm place set him to thinking deeply. He decided to go home and av the ghost, as the saying goes. He packed LID. sent letter to Zudora, and left town.
 When Zudora received the letter she was greatly perturbed. It seemed to her that what appeared as a bit of coarse foolery might have as its base something serious re- gardlng the welfare of her love and his peo- pie. Rather difidently she sought Hassam Ais advice.
 Her uncle shrugged. "some country pumpkin is playing joke on the more sim pie minded. Go and solve it if YOU wish. Only. you'll have your trouble for your pains"
 But how do you account for the hand?"
 Trickery, pure and simple Phosphor- essence, mayhap. The negro mind-at least the southern negro-is full of kinks like their hair. They will take it as sign that the world is coming to an end.''
 Some of them have already deserted It looks to me something more than an idle jest.''
 Hassam Ali gave her a quick, shrewd glance He wondered what was going on in the girls mind. Had she any suspicious? It "Have you ptimatsd ta Slssu of thea
 ..'e.' raihe. s,or..c@,,,y. =! he s.,etG my word Ycu ought to know t.iat never break it.
 "Bat often regret giving it?" shrew,lly
 "Pcrhars."
 "Well. my advice is. stay home. There is no reason why you should take any risks on account qf StorEl's people,"
 "You said it was probably bumpkin's joke"
 "Yes, but the negroes cannot be trusted the better of their common sense. Better wait until you hear from this fool of lover of yours"
 "I am better able to judge John Storm than you," collly. He is not fool.''
 Hoity -toity! Hasn't it ever occurred to you that Storm is young, alone, and built like most young men?" ,
 "What do you mean by that?"
 "Has he told you everything about his life before he met you?'
 "Will you kindly explain?'
 "Let him explain said Hassam Ali; and having planted this barb of doubt, turned on his heel and retired to his den, rather well satisfied with himself
 But Zudora's love was like shield. The barb bounded off harmlessly. John storm was clean man, in thought and in life. She had not passed through this peculiar school ;ne of hers without being able to read be- +ween the lines. She was absolutely certain +bat love could not blind her to any defects in John. All Hassam Ali accomplished by his innuendo was to enlarge that smolderlns snsnicion which was ever in her heart.
 A good many of us are near sighted men tallv. It is easier to judge things in the d;.tance than close at hand. While the gen eral world xnew that Hassam Ali was miser. zudora was quite ignorant of the fact Had she definitely known of his inordinate love of gold. her subsequent miseres might {