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ARE YE FOR KING OR PARLIAMENT?”’’ CAVALIER AND ROUNDHEAD; OR, may BY ALFRED ARMITAGE, Crusader and Saracen,” “In the Days of the Gladiators,” “Out With Robin Hood,” etc. Auehor of * With CAVALIER AND ROUNDHEAD” Was commenced last week.) : [ Noe 6 a a ‘ ‘ my a . across > arly : } ~ 2 r "ae SYNOPSIS OF PREVIOUS CHAPTERS. || 09, 00h eres Moods Withthe oid maa i op ' 8 s laid in England, in 1645, at the | a youth of fifteén, whom Cyril recognizes as in Bo 09 seen soe Seay petween the adherents of | Prince Charlie, the son of the king. Sir Sow Heat oad ie First, known as Cavaliers and the | Anthony is alarmed at the recognition, but . fase Piso ; yyy tea regi Onin Cenareeli known as Round- | determines to trust the boys not to betray the Kf oot conde he were determined to dethrone the | secret. They part and soon afterward Geoffrey 10, a? ib ii eo he story is told by Geoffrey Davenant, | and Cyril meet a party of Roundhead cavalry, nt ac rE 8 livir ~% with his grandfather, Titus | the leader of whom turns out to be Oliver cont Bie Bar ram, ie Sivatlstiaies Roundhead. The lad | Cromwell. The latter questions the lads, but a root RE ani ‘however, is loyal to the king. Geoffrey | they loyally refuse to answer, at which Crom- sue @ WAS SILENT FOR A FEW SECONDS. THEN, IN A WEAK VOICE, HE ADDED: De \ tingte triend, Cyril Rudstone. One| well brutally assaults them, Shortly after- winstat ‘PEEL IN MY BOSOM FOR THE PACKET, LADS.?’ dad ia the boys are out hunting for rabbits, | ward, the two friends, with another conipan- fe MV f a) c ur por ry® 18? cen = ion, Marmaduke Burley, are indulging in a little supper in Geoffrey’s room, when there is a great commotion in the street, followed by two musket shots. The tumult gradually dies away, »nd then the boys hear a groan in the yard and a faint knocking at the back door. CHAPTER IV. IN WHICH SIR ANTHONY FLEETWOOD DIES FOR THE KING. fy ~ we had imagined the sounds. <0) Then there came another groan, and a feebler rap at the door. + **Who can it be?’’ whispered Cyril. . ‘‘ Not Dame Newberry, surely, for she would come to the front entrance; the garden gate is barred.’’ ‘‘The only way to find out is to go and see,’’? said I. ‘*Some one is hurt, and needs assistance. Shall we refuse to give it?’’ ‘No, no,’’? exclaimed Cyril. ‘*Come, Geoffrey, I will go with you.”’ ‘‘But let us demand who is there before we open the door,’’ said Marmaduke. ‘‘It may be ‘a trick. A wounded man could scarcely have climbed over the wall.’’ By this time we were descending the stairs, I leading the way, and we quickly reached the kitchen. A lamp was burning dimly on the table, and the shutters of the windows looking upon the garden were tightly closed. We crept to the door, and listened ; all was quiet outside. ‘*Who is there?’’ Cyril called, in a low tone. There was no reply, butgwhen he repeated the question, we all heard a faint groan. ‘*Tt looks suspicious,’’ whispered Marma- duke. ‘*No, it don’t,’’? said I, and Cyril evi- dently agreed with me, for he impulsively undid the fastenings of the door, and threw it open. s 6 shrank back in horror from the sight that met our eyes, for the gleam of the lamp shone on the ghastly white face of Sir Adthoniy Fleetwood. He was lying in a hud- dled heap on the stone step, and his plum- colored coat and linen ruffles were’ stained with blood. Cyril was the first to speak. ‘*He is dead,’’ he whispered, have done this foul murder?’’ ‘No, he still breathes,’’ I replied, ‘‘but he is sore wounded. Quick! bring him in- side!”’ It was a heavy burden, but the three of us managed to pull the wounded man into the room. I ran out again, and hastily searched the garden to make sure that it was empty, for Dinue the danger of being spied upon. Faint shouts rang on the night at a distance, but in the immediate neighborhood all was quiet. I came into the house, and Closed and barred the door. Sir Anthony was stretched full length upon the floor, and my companions had brought a pillow from the settle and propped it under his head. He was a handsome old gentleman, and it was truly a grievous sigbt to see him lying there with closed eyelids, and bloody garments, and with his bosom heaving painfully. Atthat moment, I think, we first awoke to a realization of what this awful civil war meant. A blighting shadow seemed to have fallen upon our innocent and happy hearts. But after the first shock was over, we stirred ourselves to action. Sir Anthony’s sword was still fast at his side, and a pair of brass-barreled pistols were thrust in his belt, so that it was clear that he had been shot while running from his enemies. Mar- maduke removed the weapons and the belt, while Cyril and I loosened the garments, and quickly laid the hurt bare. A musket ball had entered under the right arm, and seemed to have gone toward the heart. Fragments of cloth and linen had been driven into the wound, so that by now it had almost stopped bleeding. Our handling, gentle as it was, revived the wounded man. He stirred restlessly, gave a groan or two, and opened his eyes. He looked at usin puzzled wonder, and then with sudden recognition and remembrance. ‘*T know you, lads,’’? he said, faintly. ‘‘Thank God that I have fallen among friends! So you brought me into the house. And the Roundheads—where are they?’?’ ‘*Gone by to another part of the town, Sir Anthony,’’ [ replied. He gave a sigh of relief. ‘‘They missed me in the darkness,’’ he added, ‘‘I did not know this was Dame Newberry’s house. Where is the good woman?’? ‘‘Visiting a neighbor,’’ @gnswered Cyril, ‘*She will hardly return yet.’’ ‘‘Then we are alone,’’ said Sir Anthony. ‘*‘But who is that yonder? I know both of you young gentlemen, but the third—Ah, yes, ’tis Master Burley, of a loyal family in Cornwall. We are all loyal here, then, I must trust you with a weighty secret and a commission, young gentlemen. You will not refuse to do a service for the king. So listen now—Ah, I feel a weakness. I fear I am dy- ing, lads, yet may God grant me breath for but a few words——*’ A spasm of pain convulsed him, setting his jaws rigid. He looked at us with mute and eloquent entreaty. By good chance, I now remembered that E were more puzzled than scared, . and at first we half believed that ‘*Who can GooDpD Dame Newberry had in the cupboard a bot- tle of rum brought from the plantations of Barbadoes, which she was wont to use for divers ailments. I got it out in haste, and poured a generous portion of the strong liquor between Sir Anthony’s teeth. The effect was marvelous and speedy. He opened his eyes, and a faint color came into his face; he raised his head a little higher on the pillow, ‘‘Thanks, Master Davenant,’’ he said, distinctly. ‘‘ You have given me a fresh hold on life. I needed breath sorely, and while I have it I will make haste to speak. Miss not a word, young gentlemen, I pray you. I came into town this night by appointment with one Captain Hunter, of the Royalist army. In the forenoon word of his arrival was brought me by a stable lad of the Fair- fax Arms. He dared not come himself, since, for a week past, Cromwell hath had his pa- trols all around Beechcombe house and park. ‘*So, scarce an hour agone, I crept into the town, and joined the captain at a_ pri- vate room of the inn. He had made his way out of Oxford in disguise, and brought me a packet from the king, which his majesty earnestly prayed I would find means to de- liver speedily to Prince Charles, in Corn- wall, ere he should take passage for France. The captain could not execute this commis- sion himself, since he was to take back cer- tain information to the king from me. ‘*But some dastardly knave did spy upon us, or else I was followed to the Fairfax Arms; for, as we were about to leave the room, a party of Roundhead soldiers en- tered, and took us by surprise. Captain Hunter was run through, and killed, by two swords, and I, on account of the packet that was on my person, leaped out of the window. I was hotly pursued, and as I turned into yonder side street, I was fired upon and hit. By a hard effort, I climbed the wall, and fell into the garden, and thus came I here. By God’s grace, the Round- heads must have believed that I ran on.’? He was silent for a few seconds, and we saw his face turn the color of ashes; he seemed to be ia much pain. Then, in a weak voice, he added: ‘‘Feel in my bosom for the packet, lads.’’ I was ‘nearest to him, and it was my hand that drew out a folded sheet of parchment, sealed and stamped with green wax. Cyril was as well satisfied as though it had been he, but Marmaduke looked sour and en- vious. ‘*Yes, that is it,’’ said Sir Anthony. ‘*Now swear to me, Master Davenant, that you will spare no pains to deliver the letter to the prince. Remember, it is in the service of his majesty the king.’?’ ‘‘We will go together, sir,’’ I replied, fer- vently. ‘‘The three of us. And we will spare no pains, be assured.’’ ‘* Yes, we will go together,’’ added Mar- maduke, and Cyril nodded assent. I put the letter in the inner pocket of my jacket, and buttoned it up tightly. Then we looked at one another, suddenly compre- hending what.a stupendous thing we, three mere lads, had undertaken to do for the king. Perhaps the same thought was in Sir Anthony’s mind, for he looked at us doubt- fully. ‘*You are over young for such perilous work, my lads,’’ he said, faintly. ‘But there is no other way, and by stout hearts and craft, you may succeed. Start at once, lest the Roundheads come back to search for me. On this dark night you will find it an easy matter to reach Beechcombe House in spite of the patrols. Take this ring, Master Rudstone. Give it to my faithful servant, old Sykes, who sleeps over the stables, and tell him what has happened.’’ With an effort, he slipped the gem off his finger, and handed it to Cyril. ‘*Sykes will furnish you with horses and food for the journey,’’ he resumed. ‘‘Ride hard by night, and hide in the day-time. You must judge of the best and safest route to Cornwall, or Master Burley may know the way. You will find the prince some- where near the town of Penzance. Be off with you, young gentlemen—off on the ser- vice of the king. Take my sword and pistols; you may need them. I have ever been a Joyal subject, and have given much secret aid, though I fear some will judge me ill be- cause I have not declared openly. They do not know——’’ A change came swiftly over him. He seemed no longer to know us, and his eyes had a dim and glassy look. Paler and paler grew his face, and each breath was weaker than the last. His head drooped lower. ‘The Jast of the Fleetwoods,’’ he whis- pered. ‘‘My wife and my son Tony have gone before—I shall see them soon—strangers will be in the house, and——Oh, what pain! Lord, receive me. God save the king!’’ Those were his last words. He gasped for breath, shuddered violently, and a stream of blood gushed from his mouth, Sir An thony lay dead before us, CHAPTER V. IN WHICH FOUL MURDER IS DONE, O this day I can recall every detail of ~ the scene—the motionless and stiffen- ? \ ing body on the floor, the gleam of the 7 lamp lighting up the dark corners of NEWS. the room, and the looks of atve and horror on the faces of my companions, Was it a dream, or a reality? spell was broken. ‘*We are men, now,’’ he said, with a little burning to keep him company. sob in his voice. ‘‘At least, we have men’s work to do, and we must do it well. Poor Sir Anthony! It was a fearful thing to see grown hardened to such sights ere we are much older.’? duke, who, with all his faults, was brave, ‘fand we are likely.to do the same. glory may not be won without risk, and many a cavalier would yield an arm for the chance that is ours, delay, my comrades. As I am the oldest, Cyril spoke, and the | | | the bolt. ‘*He died for the king,’’ replied Marma- , buried in slumber. | | We must be off without | | were never to see again—we rejoined Mar- maduke, bringing his cap down to him. Sir Anthony’s dead face was staring up at the brown rafters, and we left the lamp We made certain that our weapons were secure, and then we opened the door, slipped out, and closed it softly behind us. In the pitch dark-. him die before our eyes, but we will have ness we crept to the garden gate, where we stood and listened before venturing to undo At first the whole town seemed ‘‘Allis well,’’? whispered Cyril. ‘‘Do you But open it, Geoffrey.’’ ‘*Wait,’’ said Marmaduke, ‘‘I bave thought of something. Beyond a doubt, the Round- heads have gone to Beechcombe to look for Sir Anthony, so we dare not go there our- Geoffrey, it is no more than fair that I | selves.’?’ should take charge of the letter. Will you give it to me?’’ ‘*No,’’ I answered, firmly. But before Cyril or I could reply, there came plain and startling evidence that Mar- ‘*T promised | maduke was wrong. At a distance we heard to deliver it to the prince with my own| faint shouting and running, and as_ the {sounds came nearer and nearer, we could hands.’? ‘‘And you shall do so, Geoffrey,’’ Cyril | distinguish the galloping of horses. spoke up. ‘‘He is right, Marmaduke, for you heard what Sir Anthony said to him. ‘‘The soldiers are returning,’’ said I. ‘“They have discovered that Sir Anthony Let us not quarrel at the outset. What mat-| was not ahead of them, and now they are ters it, anyhow, since we are to share alike | hastening back to search the neighborhood in the perils and honors of this commission ?’? | ‘*So be it,’’ assented Marmaduke, but with | a very ill grace, and with an envious scowl | Marmaduke. ‘* And y for Beechcombe Park, | street.’? And now for eechcombe Park, | street. at me, before the Roundheads return Sir Anthony, which they will surely do. to look for will take the sword, since my hand has been | street. trained to use it.’’ | Accordingly he fastened belt and weapon | about his waist, giving the pistols—which | into the garden that adjoined Dame NewW- were loaded—to Cyril and me. knelt down, and began to fumble in the dead | until we had left six behind us. Presently he drew out a man’s pockets, few gold purse containing a pieces. ‘*Put it back,’’ said I, indignantly. ‘*We won’t touch it,’? added Cyril. ‘*Don’t, then,’’ Marmaduke growled. ‘‘Do | down drays. you think I am going to leave all this money | having oftentimes be And we | lett was the Cromwell house, and to righ here for the Roundhead soldiers? | where he was shot.?’ ‘‘And they will soon be here,’’ exclaimed ‘‘We cannot escape by the ‘‘That matters not,’ said Cyril. ‘‘We will I} eut across lots until we come to another Happily Geoffrey and | know tlié land hereabouts well. Comie, lads.’’ The next minute we were over the wall Then he | berry’s, and so we went from yard to yards The goo people of Huntingdon were mostly abed, and | barking cur. Now we scaled another wall, and found ourselves among rotting casks and broken- We knew the place well, it i our playground. T? shall need it sorely before we are at our | the dark and lofty walls of the unused brew journey’s end.’’ He put the purse in his pocket, and rose to street was a passage leading to a lonely” | street, and as’ we made quickly for thit: his feet. ery reared themselves. To one side of thé ‘*] have a little money up stairs,’’ said I. | Cyril knocked over a huge cask, which fol- ‘‘So have I,’’ replied Cyril, it, and then we will be ready to start,’’ ‘‘T will. get | lowed us noisily along the cobble stoneS: until it smashed to fragments against the ‘‘Hold on,’’ I exclaimed, as a sudden | gate posts. thought occurred to me, ‘‘Dame Newberry As we lifted the bar ana dashed throug? will be scared out of her senses if she comes) the parted gates to the street, we heard # home and finds the body here. Roundheads may do her some harm.’’ Marmaduke sneered, but greatly concerned and puzzled. However, before more could be said we heard a timid rap at the front door. ‘‘The dame herself !’’ exclaimed Cyril, ‘‘Or the Roundheads,’’ suggested Marma- duke, laying a hand upon his sword. ‘‘Would they knock like that?’’ said 1, | half angrily, and at once I hastened to the| front of the hall. ‘‘Is it you, dame?’’ I called, in a low voice. ‘*It be me, Muster Geoffrey,’’ was the shrill reply. ‘‘I have a message for you from——’? Already I had the door open, and on the step stood little Sam Lowther. ‘*My aunt is took worse, sir,’? he ex- plained, ‘‘and Dame Newberry sent me to say as she’s a going to stay all night, if you don’t mind——”’ ‘*Of course not,’’ I replied, and with more haste than politeness, I closed and barred | the door, and returned to my companions. They had been listening in the hall, and were pleased at this unexpected way out of our difficulty. ‘‘Now we can be’ off with easy minds,’ | said Cyril. ‘‘There certainly must be blood | out in yonder street, and on the garden wall, | headed for it direct, we wisely kept 4 so that long before morning the Roundheads }even distance from the high-road, for | of meeting Roundhead patrols. will have broken into the house,’’ ‘‘The longer it .is the better for us,’’ re- | plied Marmaduke. ‘‘The soldiers know that Sir Anthony had the letter, and when they find that and us missing, they will suspect where we have gone, and will give us a_ hot chase.”’ ‘*But in the wrong direction,’’ said I, ‘‘They will never dream that we are bound first for Beechcombe House, and will likely take the road to Bristol.’’ ‘*T hope they will,’’ replied Cyril. ‘‘What a strange turn this night’s adventure hath given to our fortunes! Ifeel as though les- son-books and the master’s cane were years behind me. I am sure my father would ap- prove what I am about to do.’? ‘¢ And mine,’’ assented Marmaduke. ‘*Though the gout keeps him from fighting, he is a lusty hater of the parliament. We will visit him if we get safely to Curnwall, for he lives close by Penzance.’’ ‘“Truly, I envy you both,’’ said I, a little gloomily. ‘‘My grandfather would see me flogged to death ere he would let me go on service for the king. I shall have a grievous reckoning with him if ever I come back.’’ **Don’t let that worry you,’’ said Cyril. ‘*T will help you through. And now a truce to talking, for every minute is of value, and we have lost many. Come, Geoffrey, we will get our money.’’ So we hurried up stairs, put what meagre store of coins we had in our pockets, and donned our hats and light cloaks. With a glance around the cozy room—which we And ‘the | shout back in the house. jand we pushed on our way in fairly 8 0 V0 4 Then a door flew open, and a little terrier came yelping @ Cyril looked | our heels. We drove the dog off, and ran like the wind, dodging to and fro among da? lanes and streets. No people were astir in that’ part of the town, and when we reached a hill that bor dered the, open country on one side, ‘1 paused for breath. We were a full half mi from Dame Newberry’s house, and by 4 faint shouting that rose in that quarter, Me knew the Roundhead soldiers had found # body of Sir Anthony. il ‘Next they will be after us,’’ said Cy!" as he led the way on, “‘so we must first 8° well clear of the Bristol road.’’ y ‘*We will still be in peril,’’ muttered Mat maduke, ‘‘for now that Sir Anthony Pe proved a Royalist, the soldiers will possession of his house and plunder it.’’ I ‘‘But scarcely before morning,’’ said od ‘‘or, at least, not until they are satis J that we have not taken the road to Brist?) If we reach Beechcomhe Park in safety, may count on a start of some hours,”’ js My companions agreed with me on thie: spirits, considering the sad event we ha lately witnessed. Beechcombe lay a litt the west of Huntingdon, and though I feat f We were all good runners, by reaso? i our training at, foot-ball and hare-# a5 hounds, and so we kept up a steady trots nd hill and down, across brawling streams — g through woody copses. When we w@ iD mile and a half on our way, and crores iat the crest of a ridge, we heard the ‘pie pounding of hoofs far to our eastward« ne* sounds faded as we listened, and we k that they were made by Roundhead ca of scouring the high-road in the directl® Bristol. «al? After that we met with no accident ee J venture, going straight and swiftly acne know not if Beechcombe House was W4", js by the enemy’s patrols, but certalD, ly that we saw nothing of them. It was sh con” after midnight when we entered thé j¢of fines of the park, and a few minutes oa! we stood before the stables, over thé ‘ d doors of which were the sculptured ar crest of dead Sir Anthony. jo" Cyril knew the place well, and by + the call under Sykes’ window, he brough¥ ge old man down in haste and trembling, ot was dressed, and waiting, in expect@ a ye and _ silver | we were so fortunate as not-to rouse a singlé x his master’s return, and when he be pric ceived the ring, and had listened to # ass tale of Sir Anthony’s death, his heat spite stricken with grief that he could do but moan and cry. al We pitied him sorely, for he was pent, yi? gray-headed, and had lost all that meow worth living; but it was beyond Out 088 : to comfort him. After the first ® Che ne ee OY -_S0 @-v = re rd he ild ee ny 5. ae ¢ mile by the er, We nd tbe \ cyrihy yst get bling his master’s name from. the bench /Me€at, and a generous flask of Canary. oh grief, he settled into a sort of stupor, bab- Where he had fallen limply. He was in no condition to render us assistance, and as we| Were not minded to incur risk and loss of time by rousing the servants at the hall, we Concluded to start without food. So we entered the stables, and by the light of a lantern that hung inside, we found our Way to the horses. Out of half a score, Mar- | Maduke picked a big gray mare, while Cyril | and I chose a couple of sorrel nags that looked capable of speed and endurance. Saddles and bridles were at hand, and we Shortly had our steeds in readiness on the 8tavei walk outside the stables. Ere we Could mount the butler appeared, baving also been on the lookout for his master. ® was an elderly man, and though he heard the news of Sir Anthony’s death with some Composure, the tears that rolled down_ his | Cheeks showed how deeply he was moved. Cyril, having a past acquaintance with im, and knowing how loyal he was, gave 1M an inkling of our mission. He at once Urried off to the house, bidding us wait “til his return. He was back in brief time, rnging with him a most welcome burden powder and ball for our pistols; bread, “May these be of service, young gentle- Men,’ he said, ‘‘and 1 pray ye may safely Teach our gallant prince. But do not tarry, Y spies are lurking in the neighborhood.’’ his news occasioned us some alarm. We thanked the good fellow, tucked his presents our saddie-bags, and prepared to mount. €&rmaduke and I were seated, and Cyril ad one foot in the stirrup, when a rus‘ling Was heard in the shrubbery to the left of us. Swe glanced that way, there came a flash and a loud report. A ball sang angrily Past Cyril’s head, barely missed the butler, “id hit poor Sykes. Without a cry, the old Man rojled off the bench, and fell, face ©Wn, on the gravel. ? ere was a moment of awful silence. 8 assassin was probably reloading, or had Made off stealthily, and in our madness we Bo tempted to seek him. But we thought Stter of it when the butler, who had hur- Med ovér to Sykes, cried out, hoarsely: ‘ . or 2°35 stone dead—shot through the heart. Te With you, sirs, lest more murder be done. 18 Roundheads are about.” S True for that,’’ exclaimed Cyril, as he ®Ulted into the saddle. ‘‘So poor old Sykes “8 joined his master! It is better so. Now 1% Spurs, and away, lads.’’ a 8 we galloped side by side down the south eee of the park, we glanced back to see b dead man lying on the gravel, and_ the €r speeding toward the house. Then the darkness closed around us, as black and ore as the thoughts of revenge that filled ? boyish hearts. CHAPTER VI. I a WHICH WE TAKE COUNSEL, AND BLUNDER INTO A HORNET’S NEST. | DARE say we three had in our blood ee steadfastness and pluck that is the eritage of all lads, ; — though \with some it seems never to Ie oe tothe surface. In no other way, at dig 2 Can I account for what we felt and days that night, and on the succeeding and nights. For we were very young, bo Smber,, and heretofore we had led school- Ota °° in a quiet old town thet was re- from the scenes of battle and strife. in Ot now, at one stride, we were plunged lop the actual horrors of war, aud were of eth our youthful wits to play the parts ; ong and experienced men, In a brief foy “igs time we had seen Sir Anthony die l¢ king, vowed to make a long and per- Wi, JOUrney, escaped from bitter foes, and faites seo a murder most foul. Yet all this iq}, to throw us into panic or fright, and a serve to strengthen our loyalty and Yon *1 our hatred of the parliamentary fac- aud ig was seeking to destroy the ee 8 We spurred our horses away from congtcombe House, we felt a strange self- ce and reliance, and were thinking _the past than of what we were sworn ™ the future. ‘vant dead Sir Anthony and his oes 0 Seemed of little import as comparec it the king’s letter that L core I aout feel tq Stling as often as [patted my breast, a oud thought that it was there gave me twa ‘erful sense of pride and exultation. tse Tesolved to spare no risks, even of life Ang I to deliver it safe to Prince Charles; NO}, ‘ “199 that Cyril and Marmaduke were A ermined, Ou Now to return to where I left off. 0+ Seg having become partly accustomed iptth ayeoom, we rode rapidly down the hee tri pee of the park, hearing behind us ndse & itened outory of the servants in the Sag ‘ ithin half a mile we came to a cross- ave oa at once turned off to the left. Ratton *re in constant dread of being shot mtddhog Push, since it was certain that frttout aa spies were lurking about; but ah. “Olestation, we spurred on our way W fing. ° two miles, then passing out of the te Were of the park into the open country. ya Da, now on the public highway, and Ssed from Huntingdonshire into English-born to other road running at right angles, and here we halted briefly to lookyat the guide-posts, and to discuss our plans—for as yet we had not decided what route to follow to Corn- wall. ‘‘Can you make out the wording? I said to my companions, who had urged their steeds alongside the two guide-posts that served to mark the four ways. ‘*Yes, replied Cyril, ‘‘this road to the | south goes to Towcester, and thence on to} Bristol, as I chance to know.’’ ‘“*And the westward road we have been lately pursuing,’’ added Marmaduke, ‘‘goes straight on to Warwick.”’ ‘‘We have naught to do with that,’’ said I. ‘‘Our way is by Bristol, and thence on through Devon and Somerset to Cornwall.’’ ‘True enough, my good Geoffrey,’’ as- sented Cyril; ‘‘but do you think of riding that distance on horseback? Bristol lies a hundred miles to the south-west of us, and from there to Penzance isa hundred and seventy more—in all, a journey of two hun- dred and seventy miles.”’ [ was struck speechless by this, not hav- ing taken thought of the matter before, but a hasty calculation satisfied me that it was exactly so. ‘‘In time we might get safely to Pen- zance by land,’’ Cyril resumed, ‘‘but I have a rather better plan to offer. In Bristol bar- bor there are. lying a number of fast-sailing vessels belonging to my father, and though the town is now in possession of the Round- heads, I don’t believe the shipping has been molested. I know all of my father’s captains and sailors, and they are true and loyal men. If we can but reach Bristol, and get on board one of these vessels, we are sure of a speedy passage to Penzance. Is not that better than trusting to our horses, and our wits, for the whole journey?’’ ‘*Decidedly,’’ I answered. ‘‘We will save much time, which is the most important thing, after all.’’ ‘ + -- SWAMPED BY A DELUGE. BY G. G@. FARQUHAR, aeege actian YAS PPROACHING the bridge by way of WA the field-patbh, Tom Kennan had 5 “ seen two men while they were yet c\’\> some distance off on the high-road that ran over the old, hump-back stone structure. He was sure they had not ob- served him—and he had no wish to en- counter either of them just then. These two —Jack Barnes and ‘‘ Hippie’? Watkins—had been ringleaders of the pitmen and origina- tors of all the mischief committed by the incensed colliers during the recent strike; and on the settlement of the dispute, Tom’s father, the manager of the Claytern Pit, had refused to employ them again. “Id best avoid them,’’ thought Tom, crouching under a buttress of the bridge. ‘“‘They never meet father or me without flinging us black looks and foul names. Yes, it’s wisest to keep out of their way.’’ As luck would have it, when the fellows reached that part of the road immediately above where Tom lay concealed, Barnes paused to light his pipe. ‘*Ay, it were a rare notion,’’ ‘‘Hippie’’ was saying. ‘‘They ne’er notice anything wrong, I wager, till th’ water breaks through. Why, th’ old pit must be full o’ water by now; it’s been running in since midnight, and th’ weight o’ it is bound to bring down th’ roof afore th’ day’s out.’’ ‘“‘Phat’s one thing I’m feared about,’’ Barnes put in. ‘‘If it bursts in on ’em while they’re working, Hippie, there’ll be a deal on ’em ne’er see daylight again. I’m not saying I want that, ye know.”’ ‘“ +> _____- CARL SPRINGEL’S SACRIFICE. CLAIR, BY VICTOR ST. dase catia They kindle the patriotic fires of the heart. How much nearer and dearer S> to us seems our own fair country when we review in imagination the trials and triumphs of the Heroes of ’76. We cannot but speak with veneration the names of Washington and Greene, of Warren and Sumter. Their lives are familiar to all. But there are just as true heroes and heroines whose deeds go unrecorded by the historian’s pen. They may have lived amid the scenes of an humbler life, but their bravery and patriot- ism were equally as selt-sacrificing and as worthy of mention. In my research for literary material I have fortunately come into possession of the account-of a few of these, and 1 would tell the story of the brave little German hero, Carl Springel, believing that your heart will swell with a tender admiration for the noble little fellow. He was the son ‘of a railroad official in South Germany; and all his young life he had been a cripple; but as he hobbled about on his. crutches no one ever heard him com- plain of his hard Jot. What if he could not run and play with the boys of his age, he had plenty of books, and he was a fine scholar. His father, among other duties, had to keep watch on stormy nights over the great bridge that spanned a wild ravine known as the Devil’s Guléh.. This fearful chasm was two hundred feet in width, and in depth more than one hundred and fifty feet. Along the bed of this rocky ravine, fighting its way toward the valley below, tossed and struggled and roared a stream, harmless enough when confined to its usual limits; but in winter time it often rose to a fright- ful height, its swollen flood actually filling the ravine. Onjsuch occasions it, was too terrible for description. On the 19th of November, 1857, and there are those who will never forget the date, such a flood occurred: For twenty-four hours the rain had failen in torrents, and the stream had risen with such fearful effect that trustworthy Wilhelm Springel had kept his post of duty all the day, The night set in dark and stormy, and grew rapidly blacker and wilder. ‘*T do wish your father would come home to his supper, Carl,’’ said good dame Springel, anxiously. ‘*ook for him not to-night, mother dear, for he dare not leave the bridge. But, mother, let me take his supper to him, Why have I not thought of it before?’’ ‘*He must have something to eat, poor Wilhelm; but it is a fearful night for you to be out. I dare not+—’’ ‘Have no fear, gentle mother,’’ said Carl, quickly, ‘‘Prepare his supper at once, and I will be in readiness to go.’’ A few minutes later Car] bade his mother a hopeful adieu; and she, stooping to kiss him, murmured a fervent God-speed. His little form struggling along on his crutches was soon lost to her in the gloom. The wintry blasts sweeping ‘down from the mountains fairly took away his breath, and his ears were deafened by the tumult of ew if” is well to read of deeds of heroism. Ii | den terror took possession of his being. With the storm. But he was a brave boy and he pushed resolutely ahead. He was within a hundred yards of the bridge when a fiercer gust of wind than aby before almost lifted him from his crutches: He was compelled to stop. At the same mo- ment an awful crash sounded above they thunder of the elements. Then the wind died f down somewhat, and he heard the sullen roar of the river plainer than before. An involuntary ery left his lips‘as a sud- y terrible forebodings of evil he started for- i ward faster than ever—as fast as his crutches and poor, crippled limbs could take him. At the top of his voice he cried to his father; forgetting in his agony that it was impos- sible to make himself heard. above thé tempest. He soon reached the railway track. He stumbled against his father’s hand truck, the red light yet burning. But where was his father? He peered wildly into the gloom, and &@ His worst fears i ery of despair left his lips. were realized—the bridge was gone! Ten yards beyond him where the massiv® 7 . structure had spanned the chasm, renowne asa triumph of engineering skill, was noW an awful gap—a terrible chaos of shatter masonry and timber and foaming waters. ‘*Wather! father!’’ he shrieked in agony: but only the tempest made reply. @ kindly voice answered his appeal. ‘‘He bas Rx gone down with the bridge!’ was all tha he could say, while he still held to thé an supper-can that was useless now. | mi Paralyzed with horror he could only ga#@ ‘ at the frightful chasm, lit by the lurid glat? ently of the lantern. t do In the midst jof his grief a wild shriek ax, rang in his ears. It may have been’ but th® ae shrieking of the wind as it swept down t e f thi narrow Valley, still it brought a startliné hay thought to his mind. Cor The night train, was due! Perhaps evel Coy then it was rushing close upon its fright gr¢ doom. His father gone, who would warn? Mo of its dager? He thought of its many Pa |) bo] sengers—of the fearful fate to which the | k were being borne, and in an instant he ov the came his grief. He would save them, HowW alo ‘There was no danger signal. There wel? das but a few moments of time in which to a% had and he was only a lame boy! But he quick fing decided upon his course of action. M Throwing aside his crutches, he climbed Ot upon his father’s truck. He seized the lev — the with desperate energy and started back tem it, ward the great city—toward the oncom it, ] train! What mattered it if he were stall » hag straight into the jaws of death, he wou fier; he must make the driver see him, His OMe Sha} life was staked against the lives of those © Stan the frain. ae te ithe , ““T must do it,’’ he said, with clinch bes Lory, teeth, and never did one work harder tha b W; he. ‘ ay It all proved as Carl knew it would. ue Star a glittering serpent the train came rushiP Sleey round the curve of the mountain. ko} bya He stood up as best he could on the ony \ Vou and waved the old red light. He was wh? it pom unconscious of personal danger. He thou’ | Bist, only of saving the train. and ‘*The bridge! the bridge!’’ he shrieked: Rog, None too soon. The engine-driver, ev 0 Bu the alert at this place, caught the gleam od by e the red light; he turned off the steam, te Switt puffing, snorting like an enraged |. mits Clute brought suddenly to bay, the train, with ut haq humar freight, came to a standstill; tbe Rog, not until. it had reached the brink of j “tm, chasm, d 9 BT, The amazed and excited passengers flor “8nd f out of the cars despite the storm, t? cbs a At isn with consternation the fate from wie i two k thanks to the bravery of a boy, they “B, been saved. :” But where was Carl? : ia ay After a long an anxious search, 4 lifelee “abin and mangled corpse was found among. gj) a “arep, rocks many rods from the track. It W@ ig ms there was mortal of noble Carl Spring® pore | Tent Tenderly and with sad hearts they oped a ne th his disfigured remains to his mother- «fice Ret she learned the story of his herdic sack ive we si she could but murmur: ‘‘His will 00 be ax be done.’? .. gave The In the little church-yard above his 8 ¢pe ang r where the flowers ever seem to bl0e jp tim, fairest, is a pretty marble shaft beat? i teq letters of gold this inscription: h Stry “CARL SPRINGEL, ag ‘Aged 14. a the. Si ‘‘He died the death of a hero 88 mito a martyr, and saved two a tony hundred lives.’? 4poe | dire? This fitting memorial was erected by ecole ; doin saved through his heroism, the only self La Sate : nition they could give of brave, bye pee 8h bs Carl’s sacrifice. In Heaven we trust 4, OR a found a higher and more lasting rew* Prowl; neither Is hin A CATS PREFERENCE: tin EN pare the set : But Mistress (to Mary, who has left tpat 4 t Ney, 8a lery window open, with the result d stole A Witt] stray cat has effected an entrance ‘you ee Pith th a pork chop off the dresser)— 5p, lst as thank you lucky stars that the silve rap ob cc which were lying close by the pla@ anges unnoticed |’ 4 year t +> ———__, ask? “ay; ; p ae & pe 08 ‘‘Mamma, is that a spoiled chil for i aj Chon a little boy, on seeing amegro baby » op bu first time. j One GooDpD NEWS. 5 "i a ; ; [This Story iit Wek ua cheer he Book-Form, | > - Seige e < @ vampaigning With Braddock; i FIGHTING ALLIED FOES. t- + ilackiggs - Me A TALE OF COLONIAL DAYS. a ‘ BY WILLIAM MURRAY GRAYDON, Author of “The Lost Opal of Mysore,” ‘In Bar- racks and Wigwam,’ “The White King of Africa,” ete. ba (“CAMPAIGNING WITH BRADDOCK” was commenced in No. 309. Back numbers can be obtained of all 1a News Agents.) a's. PB Lhe CHAPTER XXIT. of i IN WHICH CAPTAIN TRENT READS TWO ow | LETTERS. " i ACK, lad!’? cried Captain Trent; . ; “it’s a wild creature of some sort- a i ; » bear or a panther.’’ - ‘¢ Let me shoot it,’’? exclaimed i Roger. a He brushed a little beyond his companion, b “Nd dropping to one knee, he raised his wor Musket to his shoulder. a ve is **No, don’t fire,’’ the captain fairly yelled, - Y A shot will bring the whole avalanche jek aon us. We must fight the creature with es, ps Roger lowered the weapon, shivering to ; think of the catastrophe that®had been so ing Narrowly averted. The fiery eyes had now veo “Ome closer, and a scuffling, rattling noise ‘fal » “ould be heard. Suddenly a loud and angry n it STowl rang through the tunnel, and with gore haste than speed, Trent and the lad a Olted back to the cabin. h rate ére they fortunately had light to aid her bh them, for the lantern was still burning dimly vith alongside the fireplace. The captain made a acti 4sh for the axes, but as one of the blankets ny | ad been thrown over them, he could not , Nd them at first. ped > Meanwhile Roger, terrified by the sound Bie, Of shuffling feet close outside, had slammed Mi jee y ®door shut. There was no way to fasten ing K 4 and in despair he threw his back against ring Bi i propping his feet firmly on the floor. He ylds ee @d no sooner taken this position than a a“ eS rea growl rang in his ears, seeming to va Shake the mountain of snow overhead. In- Stantly there came a dull and forcible crash, € door flew inward, and the lad was pitched ‘ward on his hands and knees. b Ith a snarl of rage and hunger, a great far floundered into the cabin—a gaunt and ike | a hs arved creature, ravenous from its winter , “ep in some warm cavern, and maddened ruck © ya painful and bleeding, but not crippling, soll a fred in its hindquarters. Its tongue lolled ugh p- thy the open jaws, and its eyes snapped and ‘ My Blistened. The beast hesitated but a second, ; then if made a savage pounce toward en | Roger. ef of oY. b But the lad, seeing his danger, and warned apd 83 & shout from his companion, rolled yt? ck iftly over and over, narrowly missing the hn i hatch of the huge paws. By this time Trent : put ‘ R. found the axes, and, tossing one to | ¢he ti aot he lifted the other high in his right | : m, as he advanced fearlessly to the attack. eked: 400k out, lad!’’ he cried. ‘‘Stand off, view Tp; 22%8 me room. We’re in luck for once, pichs “tyon t often that a breakfast comes hunting , hae /@bungry chaps like us.” Ay 33 the creature came to breakfast on ay Roger shouted, as he picked up the poles Cahn’ stood warily by the wall of the , $be el *fand he’ll do it, too, if you’re not as all ful. Now! watch out——”? i ile, he spoke, the bear made a lunge at por’ On nt, and it was such a rapid and desperate whe? } Ret that the captain thought it prudent to jf10% BH, CUt of the way. He dodged nimbly to pie eo the Side, and as the brute passed him, he let bey The drive with all his might, grave i blow was a hard one; but the dim a tbe: om aim Uncertain light of the cabin spoiled its ng ip tray! Thud! the sharp-edged weapon pene- Aah ai deeply through fur and flesh, and as ~ hy, tuck the fore-shoulder bone the hickory a .,° Snapped off short; the head of the : ik the. gabbed out of the wound and fell to oo a tenet, thus made defenseless, had no al- pos? ) dipettive but to retreat. He skipped in the oof t bein 10n of the door, shouting to the lad to eis? fay, 2m. But before Roger could do so es- ap pa ng Was cut off. The bear, though bleeding it i Aa, rippled, had plenty of life left in him. Wheeled quick] round, snarling and Howling with: paca we lifting himself to apn feet, he advanced toward the Jad. dan °n’t face him!’’? cried Trent. ‘‘He’s pecrous, Dodge him—slip to one side!’? ey Oger, penned as he was in the cor- wit” no chance of eluding the onset. He Vith 2 Made up his mind what to do, and he ax half ready, he sprang forward. A Eas Pepe! 3 to Fas the huge forepaws were reaching out : & fe im, he strwck with unerring skill ‘ Sea Ce, driving the blade of the ax , he! kay through the brute’s upper jaw, and ge ae ethee It wedged fast in the wound. ee 4% “dy! the plucky lad tried to dart to one § f set he was too late to avoid the swing hia ely of the muscular paws, The blow Srazed the top of bis head, but it | knocked him off his balanee, and the catas- trophe was completed by his foot slipping on the blood-sprinkled floor. Down he went on | his back, and before he could roll out of the way, the bear, crazed with agony, and | blinded by the spouting blood, was upon | him with all fours. - : ; Roger’s yell of fright mingled with a } } shrill cry from Trent. The latter had al- ready dashed forward, but too late to inter- fere.. Now, for an instant, he seemed para- | lyzed by the deadly peril of his friend. He | grabbed up his musket, and clapped the muz- zle to the bear’s héad. But he changed his mind as quickly, knowing the disaster that | would follow a shot, and reversing the weapon, be began to beat the brute with the stock. ‘‘Help! help!’? cried Roger, in a muffled voice. ‘‘He’ll tear me to pieces,’’ “Courage, lad!’’ Trent shouted. ‘‘I’l] save you!’? Finding that blows were of no avail, he was about to hurl himself bodily on the maddened beast. But just then the gleam of his knife, lying over among the fire-wood, caught his eye. With a bound, be had the weapon in his hand, and another bound brought him back to the scene of the strug- gle. Throwing one arm around the bear’s neck, with the knife he stabbed hard and | fast at the shaggy throat. | At last the deep thrusts told. The dying | brute quivered and groaned, its life-blood | spurting in jets. It reeled to one side, top- pled clear over, and lay quite still. Roger staggered to his feet, splashed with blood, and with his clothes fairly hanging in tat- ters. He would have fallen again had not Trent caught him in his arms. ‘*Thank God you are alive, lad!’’ the cap- tain cried, hoarsely. ‘‘It was a close call, and I’d about given you up. Are you badly hurt? Do you feal able to stand?’’ **Yes, 1’m all right now,’’ said Roger, with a ghastly attempt at a smile. ‘‘Let me go—I can keep my feet. You see, the bear’s jaws .were held fast by the ax, and he ' couldn’t bite me. That’s what he was trying | to do, and so he wasn’t very rough with his ipaws. Don’t be scared—I tell you I’m not burt.’’ ; To convince the still doubting captain, he showed that his clothes were not torn en- tirely to the skin, and that the blood with which he was saturated had come from the bear. A few scratches on his face and arms were all the injuries he had sustained. ‘*Ves, I reckon you’re right,’’ assented Trent, ‘‘and 1’m mighty glad to know it. Why, I gave you up for dead, lad. It was the toughest scrimmage with a bear I ever saw.?? ‘‘T never had. one like it before,’’ said Roger, ‘‘and I don’t want another. But we’re in luck. Here’s a breakfast waiting to be sliced and cooked, and it means plenty of supplies for the tramp——’? He paused suddenly, and looked around with unspeakable astonishment on his pale face. ‘‘What’s the’ matter, manded, in alarm. ‘‘That shot we heard!’ exclaimed Roger. ‘Who fired it? Why, we forgot all aboutit.?’ ‘*We did, sure enough!’’ declared Trent. ‘¢And the bear was wounded when it came in here! We’d better be taking a peep out the tunnel——’’ : J The captain stopped, his mouth wide open, for just then something of a startling and unexpected nature happened. _ ‘¢How do, white men?’’ exclaimed a gruff voice. : And into the dimly lighted cabin strode the stalwart figure of Red Moose, ar- rayed in fringe and buckskin from head to foot. A musket was on his shoulder, and he was trailing behind him a well-filled sledge. a With cries of welcome, Trent and Roger fairly leaped upon the Mingo, dragging him to and fro over the floor, pumping his arms vigorously, and plying him with volleys of questions. Red Moose seemed to enjoy it all, and when he finally found a chance to breathe and sit down, he satisfied the curi- osity of his questioners in his usual curt and stolid fashion. ' ‘‘Me come back from my own people long ago,’’ he explained. ‘‘No find you in Alex- andria—white man give me letter for Cap- tain Trent—say take it to his father’s home in Virginia. Me glad to go—find your father’s home—he tell me you and Roger way off in woods. So me come on the way he tell—bring food on sledge, and letters.’ ‘¢Red Moose, you ought to bea big chief,’ said the captain. ‘‘1’ll pay you for this some day. And now where are the letters?” “Me give them soon,’’ replied the Mingo. ‘*You hurt, Roger?’’ he asked, anxiously. ‘‘No, this is only bear’s blood on me,’’ said the lad. ‘‘Was it you who wounded the creasure?’? ‘*Yes, me shoot bear,’’ said Red Moose. ‘‘He show me where to find you. Me tell you how, Roger. Me look two days about here, no see you any place. Last night me camp close by up valley—build fire by hole in rocks. Bear in that hole, and me not know it, Smoke drive him out bit ago at daylight. He run past while me sleep at fire. Me hear him crunch snow—get awake quick—go after him with gun. Me shoot at bear—he lad?’’ Trent de- drop down where me no see him—me run fast and find hole you dig. Me know you in there. Me first go after sled, then cumesafe. | grew more numerous each day, as the dif- Glad to find white mens safe.’’ ‘‘Tt’s a wonder we are, after sending such | a visitor in to see us,’’ ‘*And those letters, Red Moose.’’ With a grunt, the Mingo drew two crum- pled and dirty papers from .under his buck- skin jacket, and the captain clutched them eagerly. ‘*This,’’ he said, opening and inspecting the first one, ‘‘is from my old dad. Hark you, lad;’’ and he read aloud: ‘*‘My Drar Son:—The Mingo will tell you all, and ‘since he is in haste to start, I will pen you but a few lines, more especially as the rheumatics are in my fingers. I am hop- ing that you and Master Berkeley have weathered this bitter winter, and that the redskin will find you. without trouble, which I doubt. I am sending along some ba¢on, salt pork, flour, and a small bottle of cherry bounce. home at once, as | fear your duty requires you at Alexandria. I am as well as could be | expected for my years, as is also your sis- | ter Betsy. A panther killed the dun cow last | week, and the gray mare has a red inflam- | mation of the eyes. father, So this is all from your HEZEKIAH TRENT,’’ The captain stuffed the letter in his pocket. ‘*It’s pleasant to get home news,’’ he said, | a little huskily. missive. ‘‘Lad, this is from Tom Lee,’”’ he ex- claimed. ‘‘ You remember him—the old ser- geant of my company, and a friend of long standing. And listen to what he says: Then he opened the second ‘<*To the Honored Captain Trent, in care of Hezekiah Trent:— ‘¢ SiR AND COMRADE:—Bein’ as I never had an education, and don’t think a soldier | needs one, this is writ from my word of mouth by Corporal Wiggins, and what mis- takes it has you will remember are his’n, There are hot times to be soon in Alexandria. The English parliament is sending an army across the seas to lick the French, and when spring opens we willbe marching. The Chio Company are to take a part, and Governor Dinwiddie and Colonel Washington desire that you should return, as they say you are not a ‘man they can spare. Which I say the same, and am anxious to serve under you again. So, hoping this will reach you by the Injun, | put down my pen. “Honored sir and comrade, I am yours to command, and I am paying two ounces of tobacco to Corporal Wiggins for the writing. ‘* “SERGEANT THOMAS LEE.’ ”? The amusing part of the old soldier’s letter was quite lost sight of by reason of the thrilling information it contained. ‘*There! what do you think of that?’’ ex- claimed Trent. ‘‘I’ve no cause to doubt but it’s all true.’’ ‘‘Hurrah! it’s glorious wews,’’ cried Roger. ‘‘The French will surely be beaten now.’’ His face grew sober. ‘‘Am—am I to help to fight?’’ he asked, 4 ‘“Ay, that you are, my lad. And in my own conipany, unless Colonel Washington gives you one of your own.”’ To seal the promise.Captain Trent reached impulsively out and clasped the lad’s hand. Roger’s eyes danced with joy as he returned the grip, and Red Moose, looking stolidly on, grunted his satisfaction. Late that afternoon, after Roger had re- paired his tattered garments, and the three had enjoyed a royal feast, the homeward march was begun. Thawing weather kept them ten days on the road to Hezekiah Trent’s little plantation, and on reaching there a severe snow storm, followed by bit- ter cold, induced them to remain for a fort- night. So it was not until-the beginning of April that Trent and his two companions arrived at Alexandria. CHAPTER XXIII. IN WHICH ROGER HEARS SOME NEWS. Gz AD any French spies been in Alex- $2 i] andria on the 12th day of April, "| iz55—and it is quite likely “that some were there—the things to be seen and heard must have made them trem- ble for the supremacy of their countrymen, and satisfied thém that the aggressions of France were to b@ brought to a speedy check. Some weeks before, the English armament had_ proudly sailed up; the Potomac and dropped anchor—sixteen merchant Vessels, filled with powder and ball, cannons and other supplies, and two great frigates, the Sea-Horse and the Nightingale, in charge of Admiral Keppel, and bearing two regi- ments of British regulars. These troops, who had seen active service On more than one battle-field, were commanded by Major- General Edward Braddock—a brave, but ar- rogant, man, who felt nothing but contempt for the people of the New W orld. — The sleepy little town. was transformed to a place of bustling importance and activity, until it scarcely knew itself. The king’s troops landed, and pitched their camps on the green, in the streets and squares. From morning till night were heard the tap of drums and the blare of trumpets. Soldiers were everywhere — marching on parade, drinking and brawling in the taverns, lounging on the river front. ‘White tents glistened in the sun, and they exclaimed ‘Trent. | erent colonies poured their musters into the town. Horatio Gates, with two companies, came from New York. Captain Richard Henry Lee arrived with his Virginians, and Hugh Mercer brought a company of volun- teers from Fredericksburg. Captain Trent had taken his former command, and Roger was enrolled among his old comrades. They seemed to have forgotten their past ani- mosity, and the lad became as popular with them as ever. Others helped to fill the town to over- crowding-—teamsters in quest of contracts, worthless characters who hoped to fill their pockets with gold, and rich planters of the neighborhood, who came to pay their respects to General Braddock. The British comman- der and some of his staff were quartered in the finest house in Alexandria, a large stone You had better be starting | mansion, surrounded by grounds, that had been built, two years before, by Colonel Carlisle. Here ‘sumptuous dinner parties were held, and much state and ceremony were observed. But among the soldiers, colonials and reg- |ulars, there was no such interchange of courtesies and attentions. On the contrary, quarrels and brawls were of daily occur- rence. The haughty British troops, proud of their record, and their gay uniforms of red and buff, looked with derision and contempt on the ‘‘provincials,’’ as they called them, {The Virginians, attired in short and home- made coats, were dubbed ‘‘bob-tails,’’ They resented this hotly, and much blood was spilled at fisticuffs. General Braddock shared the opinions of his men, and helped to fo- ment the disturbances by enforcing a certain clause in his commission, which stated that no colonial officers could hold any rank while serving with the king’s forces. As yet no definite plan of campaign was | decided upon, nor had France and England made a formal declaration of war. So, for the purpose of deciding this question, as well as the disputed problem of how the expenses of the expedition were to be met, | the governors of the various colonies were ;}summoned to Alexandria to\confer with | Braddock and Admiral Keppel. | Now, on this 12th day of April; the town was more than ever stirred up. Handsome officers: rode to and fro, swearing at the crowds that got in the way of their horses. The soldiers were all watching for the com- ing of visitors, and already many had ar- rived, attended by their escorts—Governor Morris, from Pennsylvania, Delancey, of who was the king’s deputy-postmaster, and had matters to arrange in Alexandria con- cerning the sending of letters. The inns were packed with people, and the stable yards with horses. Nobody minded the weather, though snow flakes were in the air, and a bitter wind was blowing from the north. The Potomac was so rough and bois- terous that small boats could scarcely make headway between the vessels of the fleet and the shore. The Fairfax Arms—which popular hostelry stood near the headquarters of General Braddock—had more than its share of bustle and patronage. Here, about eleven. o’clock of the morning, Roger Berkeley might have been seen sitting on a bench in a dim and secluded corner of the tap-room. By Cap- tain Trent’s orders he had come to the inn to meet a certain contractor, and get his terms for supplying the Ohio company’s forces with provisions. The captain was too busy to attend to the matter in person. ° But the contractor was either drunk or forgetful, and the lad had already waited two hours. From his dark corner he watched in vain, seeing all that went on before him, The occupants of the tables and benches were mostly British officers, and they were enjoying themselves hugely as they quaffed flagons of ale and smoked long-stemmed clay pipes. Occasionally they cast disdain- ful glances at a’ rough, countrified looking man, who sat near the door, and seemed to be on familiar terms with -Isaac Witter, the inn-keeper. sor Of the four men who sat at a table in the middle of, the room, one was a young and boyish-faced lad, very arrogant and hand- some. His companions addressed him as Ludlow, and his features bore a slight re- semblance to Jean Le Caron. Roger noticed this, and it carried his thoughts far away. He was thinking of the young French sol- dier, wondering if he was alive, and if they would ever meet in battle again, when Cap- tain Trent’s tall figure darkened the door- way of the inn. He quickly spied the lad, and strode over to him. ‘*Garwood has not come yet?’’ he asked, ‘*Not yet, sir,’’ replied Roger. ‘‘I’m sure I didn’t miss him.”’ ‘*He promised to be here at nine o’clock,”? growled the captain, as he dropped into a seat beside his companion. ‘‘The rascal is drunk, I reckon; but you had best wait a bit longer. J must be off in a moment or two.’’ ‘tWhat’s the news to-day?’’ Roger asked. ‘Ts there any?’’ : : ‘*Some,’’ Trent answered, in a low voice, and with a keen glance at the neighboring officers. ‘‘General Braddock is to meet the governors in secret council the day after to- morrow. I’d rarely like to be present, for there may be a row over the question of ex- New York; Dinwiddie, of Virginia, and Sharp, of Maryland. With Morris came. ; Benjamin Franklin, from Pennsylvania, ied i os Sate se stitce —o sa oo S penses. The king wants the colonies to fur- uish the money, aud they want the king to do it. But I dare say that will be settled in short order. The main thing is the cam- paign, and 1’ll wager that we’ll be march- ing for the Obio valley inside of two weeks. The French, aggressions must be stopped— there’ll be no difference of opinion on that. I’ve just had a talk with Colonel Washing- ton——”’ ‘‘Did you?’? Roger exclaimed, eagerly. ‘‘T suppose he has forgotten me?”’ ‘‘Well, he didn’t mention your name, lad,’? admitted Trent; ‘‘but he’ll be think- ing of us when we get on active service. That is, provided he marches with the ex- pedition.”’ ‘‘What do you mean?’’ said Roger. ‘‘I heard some of the men saying that Wash- ington would resign, but I took it to be only a rumor.”’ ‘‘T’m afraid it will prove true,’’ Trent answered, soberly. ‘‘This order refusing to let the colonial officers hold their rank under Braddock is at the bottom of it, And then Washington is angry at the quarreling and ill-feeling between the soldiers of both sides, for he knows that the regulars have pro- voked it. They think that nobody but them- selves can fight worth a shilling, and Brad- dock is of the same mind. He’s an arrogant, conceited popinjay, if I say it who oughtn’t, and Washington is as good as ten like him, But he’ll learn a thing or two before he gets done with the colonies—mark that, my lad. How can he be such a dunderhead?’’ ‘‘He is making lots of mistakes,’’ said Roger, ‘‘and he seems to have a cruel heart. Why, he had that teamster from down near Mount Vernon whipped for almost nothing at all.” ‘*You mean Daniel Morgan?’’ said Trent ‘‘There he sits now, at the table near the door. He’s an old friend of mine, and his treatment was a burning shame.”’ Roger glanced with interest at the uncouth- looking man, whom he had noticed before in conversation with the inn-keeper. ‘“Yes, lad, there’s a heap of trouble: for some people brewing in Alexandria just now,’’ Trent resumed, after a pause, ‘‘and I shouldn’t be surprised if Washington threw up his commission. But it’s imprudent to talk about such matters here. I must be off at once, but you wait here an hour yet. Then, if Garwood don’t turn up, come back to camp. You’ll be getting hungry, I reckon!’ °* With this Captain Trent rose and left . the inn, passing disdainfully by the British officers. CHAPTER XXIV. IN WHICH ROGER FARES BADLY AT THE FAIRFAX ARMS. G ALF an hour elapsed after Trent’s i] departure, when the landlord of the i inn, halting at a near-by table to serve some of his customers, sud- denly caught sight of the lad in his dark corner. ‘ et positively made the great part of some papers unreadable. As soon as he could Jud secured a copy of the paper, and hastened to the Boomer office to look it over, and make comparisons. Joe joined him in the editorial den, and they spread the paper out on the table before them, glancing through the columns to- gether. The name of Horace Greeley Grant as editor was near the head of the editorial ar- ticle in which was headed, ‘‘Here to Stay,’’ and was a spread-eagle announcement of the intentions and designs of the publisher and editor of the Hustler. The announcement concluded in the following manner: ‘‘We mean to give the people of Red Horse a rip-tearing, bang-up, go-ahead newspaper—a paper: that will do the town proud and make her citizens feel that it is good to be with us. As we stated at the beginning, we are here to stay, and don’t you forget it! We mean business, and you will find us up to snuff in every particular. We have the best presses, the best material, the best stock, the greatest force of em- ployees, the most enterprising publisher of ary paper published outside of a city of five thousand inhabitants in the great South- west. We make this assertion boldly, and we are ready to back it up with proof or with a gun. We do not care to blow our own horn, but we wish the general public, the enlightened and hustling citizens of Red Horse, and the surrounding country, to know just what they may expect from us. Our paper will publish the news, and it will have all the news. You can bet your boots , on that! Its motto will be ‘Progress and Prosperity,’ and it will climb to the highest peak of journalistic success within a year, We prophesy this boldly, and we will make the prophecy come true if backbone and brains are capable of accomplishing such a thing. One year from the day this paper first sees the light, we expect to be right here in Red Horse, printing the Hustler daily. ‘*Red Horse needed a newspaper, and we are the first to give it a newspaper. There is an amateur sheet published in the place by some boys from the East, who probably ran away from their homes and came West to shoot Indians; but that puerile imitation cannot properly be called a newspaper. Some speople may have been deceived into sub- scribing for the sheet, but they have thrown their money away, as itis sure to come to the end of its trail, and die a peaceful death within a week or two. At the present time it is good amusement for the children who publish it, but they will soon get tired of the work, and then the puny infant will get lost in the shuffie, and those who have sub- scribed for it will be out a few $$$. Weare not going to say anything more about the weak little wizling; let it expire in peace. In the meantime, subscribe for the Hustler, a paper that is up to date and up to snuff, Subscription price is $4.00 a year, and that’s dog-gone cheap. Walk up, jump up, tumble up, any way to get up; if you can’t get up, throw your money up! Our agent will can- vass the town, collecting subscriptions with a double-barreled smile on his face and a six-shooter in his hip-pocket. Now let the world revolve. It will’ have to hurry if it gets ahead of the Hustler.’ ‘‘Jupiter!’? gasped Joe. think of that??’ _ “I think we’ll show them whether we are in this race or not,’’ replied Jud, a bit sav- agely. ‘‘The ‘puerile imitation’ and ‘puny infant’ may live to attend the funeral of the Red Horse Hustler.”? : (TO BE CONTINUED.) e —o eo AND SAVED HIS FRIEND. ‘“‘What do you In the Highlands of Scotland, as, indeed, in all mountainous countries, the rivers often receive sudden accessions of water, even in the most serene weather, and in such gush- ing and overwhelming torrents as irresistibly sweep away 6verything before them. A farmer was passing on a fine clear day over a river on stepping-stones, in company | with a Highlander. The Highlander had reached the opposite bank, and the farmer was loitering on the stones and looking about him, wondering at a sudden and in- creasing noise he heard, when the High- lander cried out: ‘‘Help! belp! or lam a dead man!’ and fell to the ground. The farmer sprang to his assistance, and had hardly reached him, when the torrent came down, sweeping over the stones with a fury that no human force could have with- ‘ stood. The Highlander had heard the roaring of the torrent behind the rocks that inter- cepted its approach from his view, and, fearing the farmer might be panic-stricken and lost if he told him of his danger, took this ingenious expedient to save him. And it was well that he did so. —_—- > + ~~ In most parts of Europe it is considered unlucky for a hare to cross the road in front of a traveler. Among the Romans this omen was so unfortunate that if a man starting upon a journey espied a hare on the road before him he would return and: wait until the following day to commence his journey. ISSUED WEEKLY. NEW YORK, MAY 28, 1896. 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Fowler. “The Fernside Robbery,” by Dr. S. Wil- kinson. “Dapples’ Dragon Fly.” REGULAR DEPARTMENTS. “Short Talks With the Boys,” by Arthur Sewall. ‘How to Do Things,” by David Parks. “Our Stamp Album.” ‘Mail Bag,” “Iixchange Department,” “Club Notices,” etc, NEXT WEEK. A magnificent story of adventure. THE VALLEY OF MYSTERY; OR, The Search forthe Flower of Gold. BY ENRIQUE H. LEWIS, Everybody wants to know about Vene- zuela at the prevent time; and here is a chance to satisfy your thirst for knowledge, boys, besides enjoying a remarkably inter- esting tale. THE NAMELESS STORY. The judges are still busy reading the titles of this story, nearly a hundred thou- sand. They are gradually being sifted and we hope to be able to announce the result in two weeks’ time. Coop NEWS. Justified the Promotion. easiest ™ 3 NE day.a young recruit was stand- ing guard before the door of the en- trance to Peter the Great’s private 4” chambers, in the Palace of St. Pe- tersburg. He had received orders to admit no one. As he was passing slowly up and down before the door, Prince Menschikoff,. the favorite minister of the czar, approached, attempting to enter. He was stopped by the recruit, The prince, who had the fullest liberty of calling upon his master at any time, sought to push the guard and pass him; yet the young man would not move, but ordered his highness to stand back. ‘“*¥You idiot!’’ shouted the prince, ‘‘don’t you know me? You’ll be punished for this !”’ The recruit smiled, and said; ‘“‘Very well, your highness; but my orders are peremptory to let nobody pass.”’ The prince, exasperated at the fellow’s impudence, struck him a_ blow in the face with his riding whip. “Strike away, your highness,’’ said the soldier, ‘‘but I cannot let you go in.’’ ; Peter, in the room, hearing the noise out- side, opened the door and inquired what it meant, and the prince told him. The czar appeared amused, but said noth- | ing at the time. In the. evening, however, he sent for the prince and the soldier. As they both ap- peared, Peter gave his own cane to the sol- dier saying: “That man struck you in the morning; now you must return the blow to that fellow with my stick.’’ The prince was amazed. ‘*Your majesty,’ he said, ‘‘this common soldier is to strike me?”’ ‘‘T make him a captain,’’ said Peter. ‘‘But I’m an officer of your majesty’s household,’’ objected the prince. “I make him a colonel of my lifeguards and an officer of the household,’’ said Peter again. ‘“*My rank, your majesty knows, is that of general,’’ again protested Menschikoff. ‘*Then I make him a general, so that the beating you get may come from a man of your rank.’’ The prince got a sound thrashing in the presence of the czar, and the recruit who was/next day commissioned a general, with a title, was the founder of a powerful fam- ily, whose descendants are still high in the imperial service of Russia. ee Neatly Caught. sient dl apna OME few years since, a man was tried ‘on a charge of forging a will, in which it was discovered that he had an indirect interest in a large amount. The prisoner was arraigned, and the formal- ities gone through with. The prosecuting counsel, placing his thumb. upon the seal,- held up the will, and demanded of one of the prisoner’s witnesses if he had seen the tes- tator sign the instrument, to which he promptly answered that he had. ‘*And did you sign it at his request as subscribing witness?’? ce 7 ‘*Was it sealed with red or black wax?’’ ‘‘With red wax.’’ ‘Did you see him seal it with red wax?’’ bik! Co tn PARE ‘‘Where was the testator when he signed and sealed the will???’ ‘*In his’ bed.”’ ‘*Pray, how long a piece of red wax did he use?’? ‘* About three inches long.’? ‘‘Who gave the testator this piece wax?’’ : Dai, 7 ‘*Where did you get it?’’ ‘from a drawer of his desk.’’ ‘*How did you light that piece of wax???’ ‘*With a candle.’ ‘*How long was that candle?”’ ‘*Perhaps four or five inches.’’ ‘*Where did that candle come from?’’ ‘tT got it out of a cupboard in the room.”’ ‘*Who lit the candle?’? . FEL LG 1t372 \ ‘What with?’’ ‘*With a match.’?’ ‘‘Where did you get that match?”’ ‘*From the mantel-shelf in the room.’’ Here the counsel paused, and fixing his eyes upon the prisoner he held the will up before the witness’ eyes, his thumb still rest- ing upon the seal, and said, in a solemn, measured tone: ‘*Now, sir, upon your solemn oath you saw the testator sign that will; he signed it in his bed: at his request you signed it asa subscribing witness; you saw him seal it; it was with red wax he sealed it, a piece of wax about three inches long; he lit the wax from a piece of candle which you produced from a cupboard; you lit the candle with a match which you found on the mantel- shelf?”? , Se Od re ; **Once more—upon your solemn oath you did??? er Gages ‘Your honor, it is sealed with a wafer.’’ of “ § = eo SHORT SKS ee Wirn Tue Bovs. EDITED BY ARTHUR SEWALL. H. T.. writes: “I read your department in Goop News, and think you give good advice to the boys. I would like to study electricity. If L sttidy hard can I get a good practical | electricity through a knowledge of Is such a school as good as spondence school ? any other kind? no gymnasium club or cadet company, how can I get good healthy exercise and a knowl- edge of military tactics?’ I do not believe that the knowledge you would be likely to obtain from a correspond- ence school would be of any very great benefit to you. If possible, take a regular course at some institute of technology. Fail- ing that, apply for a position at an elec trical plant. Then, in connection with the practical experience you would obtain here, learn all you can from books. There ‘are innumerable branches in electricity, and it would be well for you, after you are some- what advanced in general knowledge, to de- yoto yourself to some specialty. For exercise I advise dumb-bells and Indian clubs. Also, in this connection, read Mr. Parks’ article in this number on ‘‘ Parallel Bars,’’ and you will obtain many valuable hints. There are many books on military tactics, and you can learn a great deal by reading one of them. Your bookseller will furnish you with a list. L. R., Osawatomie, Kan., writes: ‘Will you please inform me about the Naval Academy? They say if you receive your appointment and take the examination, you are not compelled to stay if you don't like it. I know by asking your advice about it I shall know the truth. I want to get a good education and earn at the same time. I do not like to be dependent alto- gether upon my parents. I am 17 years of age, weigh 141 pounds, and am 5 feet 7g inches tall. I would-like to be a drugyist, but am afraid it would be such a long time before I could, earn any money.” When joining the Naval:Academy at An- napolis, you are obliged to sign a document binding yourself to serve in the United States Navy for a period of eight years. You can offer your resignation during that period, if you like, but unless your reasons for desiring to leave the navy are very ex- cellent ones, there is no likelihood that your resignation would be accepted. If you should leave without receiving your discharge from competent authority, you would be a de- serter, and would be tried and sentenced to the penitentiary. Unless you have a very strong penchant for the navy, I do not ad- vise you to attempt to enter the Naval Acad- emy. The drtig business is a very good one, and, if you can obtain a position in some good drug store as minor assistant while pursuing your studies, the latter need not cost ycu a very. large sum. There is no business in which success can be reached at a bound. Jack of Diamonds writes: ‘I would like to become a detective. I am 16 years old, 5 feet 38’inches in height, weigh 125 pounds. How ought I start to be a detective? Could T begin ina private agency or would I have to go on the police force?” The very best. advice I can give you is to cast aside your ambition to become a detec- tive, and turn your attention to some regu- lar trade or profession. A detective’s life is a dangerous and thankless one; and, more- over, it requires a peculiar sort of ability fora man to make any sort of a success. To become a first-class detective you must bave it ‘‘in you,’’ in the first place; must possess that rare faculty I have just spoken of, which cannot be taught you. Asa rule, detectives are selected from the ranks of the police force in large cities. If a police officer develops brilliancy in capturing criminals, he will probably be transferred to the detec- tive squad and given a chance to make a reputation. But right here let me say that not one detective in a thousand makes a success; the others fail utterly or just man- age to obtain a living. As for the romance popularly associated with the calling, that exists mainly in ‘noy- els. There is precious little of it in real life. A. N. 8., Monson, Mass., writes: ‘‘T have been an interested reader of your ‘Short Talks with the Boys’ for a long time, and [ would like to have you answer the following questions: What do you think of the profession of law? Where is the best place to learn‘law? Where would a lawyer stand the best chance—in Massachusetts, New York, or Georgia? What would the chances be of a lawyer being elected to the legislature in the above places?” The profession of the law, from every as- pect, is a most excellent and honorable one. By far the best way for you to study law is to enter some good law school., All our leading universities have legal departments connected with them. The course of study is from two to three years, and the’ tuition fees are about $100 a year. Candidates are required to pass an examination, except when they are graduates of some college. The, most convenient place for you to at- Also, in a city where there is | delightful one corre- | tend would be the law school connected with Harvard University, which, moreover, 1s one of the very best, if not the best, in the country, If you cannot afford to take a regular course in law, your next best plan would be to obtain a position with some first-class law firm, and by observation and constant reading, fit yourself to pass the examination necessary for admittance to the bar. As to the future of a lawyer, much de- pends upon himself. The profession is some- what overcrowded, and there are hosts of young, and old lawyers for that matter, who barely manage to earn a decent living. On the other hand, once well established and with influential clients, the income of a law- | yer is very large and the career becomes @ If you have political aspirations, you can- not do better than embrace the law. The majority of our successful public men have been lawyers. Provided you have ability and are willing to work hard—and, remember, everything depends upon this—the question of locality is of little consequence. ‘You aré about as likely to attain your ambition 1 one place as another. SpectaL Notice.—Many communications, improperly addressed to this department, are answered in the ‘‘Mail Bag.’’ > o> Almost Human. hates J a TORIES of the elephant’s sagacity are <. everywhere rife in India, and, indeed, any one who happens to have seen these creatures employed in ‘the gov- ernment contract-labor will scarcely have failed to notice numerous instances of it himself. An engineer who wasstationed at Calcutta ~ some few years back, was possessed of 4 very valuable elephant, which, to his great grief, contracted a virulent disease of the “{ | eyes, and, after suffering with it for a few days, became completely blind. His owner thereupon applied toa resident surgeon, stat- ing the case and asking if he could do any- thing for the relief of his favorite. The surgeon, after examining the ele phant’s eyes, said that he was willing to try the effect of nitrate of silver on one 0 them, that being a remedy which was very beneficial in the treatment of the human ey® afflicted with a similar disease. The animal driver was accordingly sutl- moned, and ‘the great beast, by his instru- mentality, made to lie dowr. The doctor then applied the nitrate of silver, and the elephant, uttering a roar of pain, jumpé up and behaved in such an outrageous fash ion that it was some hours before he coul be calmed down and secured in his stable. A day or two afterward the surgeon called again and found that his application ha worked wonders, the sight of one eye bein almost entirely restored and in consequenc? determined to operate in a similar manuel on the other. He was apprehensive of the animal’s bé& havior, more especially as he was now a Je to see, and suggested that he should be prop” erly secured before the operation. However, the elephant had recognized thé doctor’s voice, and to everybody’s intens® astonishment, followed him of his own a cord out of the stable into the open, ay down without any persuasion, placing bis head quietly on one side with the diseasé eye upward, then curled up his trunk 42 drew in a deep breath, like any human beiD8 might do who was about to undergo a pala: — ful operation, and awaited the doctor® pleasure. The latter applied the caustic as quickl¥ as he could, at the same time performing t work thoroughly. During the entire operation the elephat’s so far from behaving as he had previous done, uttered not a sound, and, when it over, got up with a sigh of satisfaction, 2 manifested by every means in his power © delight and gratitude he experienced at ! completion, gently caressing the surgee with his trunk and making other simil® demonstrations as he walked back to") stable, and, despite the pain he was su er ing, uttering no sound. in This incident, which was well known ? Calcutta, not only showed memory, bU i: high order of reasoning power, for the an mal, recollecting the benefit he had recei¥@ from the first application, was, in spite the pain it caused him, not only willing, Oo anxious, to undergo thé second, in OM that his other eye might be cured in manner. 2 otal hy sell ikon ‘‘Mamma, didn’t you say, last. week, set wanted the carving knife an’ the hat¢ sharpened???’ his Mrs, Suburb—‘‘Indeed I did. Bless ey. little heart! How thoughtful you are? Th are both so dull as to be useless.’? ‘*Well, I’ll take ’em around to the shal er’s for you.”’ cb ‘‘How sweet of you to offer to dos | things for your mamma, my little che Ill wrap them up for you.’ ‘*No; don’t wrap them up. f I want tb lick me, but I expect when he sees mé ing he’ll go home,”’ sg Be yeti ea to show. There’s a boy out there waitine f /} rae cig ako Sy. Fae Se 1 ed fed Oe hal ee od ew ae bk, Ps esd. a “en ek, OS th he ar be in- ve er, ion ure ns, pt, are ed, een ov- ave f it itta {This Story Will Not be Published in Book-Form.} LAD ELECTRIC; OR, THE MOST WONDERFUL BOY IN THE WORLD. GoonD NEWS. S | ‘TT won’t have this!’? cried the professor, jangrily. ‘‘I won’t have my privacy invaded in this way. I suppose .you will be doing | something extraordinary to-day and get your | name in the papers in the morning again.’’ | ‘*Yes, Isuppose so. I told them to come | | around to-morrow,’’ said Lad, with charm- | ing frankness. ‘*Oh, you did?’? was the professor’s | His Escapades, Escapes and Adventures at Home and School with | wrathy rejoinder. ‘‘ And I suppose they will “The Terrible Touch.” By BARRY “Lap ELECTRIC” was commenced in No. 313. SYNOPSIS OF PREVIOUS CHAPTERS. In a handsome house in Harlem, with a noted Seientist, Professor Sorghum, live Ladley and fla Harehurst, the orphaned, children of the professor's sister. Ladley, or Lad as he is more | has ’e calls hit,’’ said James. fenerally called, is a boy full of spirits, up to tricks of all sorts, but at the same time manly and generous. him by the hand. When asked for an explana- tion, the boy declares that it is the result Of the ‘*Terrible Touch,” | | | | The story opens with the pro- | fessor discovering his dignified butler, James, telling at the top of his voice and performing | the most extraordinary gyrations, as Lad holds | | be coming around the day after to-morrow, and the next day after that! There seems | to be no end to your extraordinary doings.’’ | ‘**Seems to me you ought to have a slight | TALLY HO. | ‘ . . s) 3 Fs \feeling of gratitude,’’ remarked Lad. Back numbers can be obtained of all News Agents.) ‘‘Didn’t I save the house from being burg- | larized?’?? ‘Talking???’ exclaimed the professor. ‘‘To | whom??? |the professor. ‘‘But what did you want to ‘‘There’s fourteen reporters. hin there, | give an interview to those reporters for?’’ hasking ?im hall habout the Terrible Touch, ‘‘Oh, just wanted to put them on the ‘‘They all ’as| right track, you know. I rather like being their pencils hand note-books hin their|interviewed. Besides, I want to give the *ands, hand hare putting hit down has fast | reporters a chance. They’ve got to make a has ’e tells hit. They wants to get hit for | living.’’ their papers.’’ ‘*Well, they won’t make much more out ‘‘What!’? roared the professor, springing | of you here, rest assured of that. They have to his feet with such suddenness that he| already taken to calling you Lad Electric in ‘*Yes, I suppose you did,’’ acknowledged lupset his cup of coffee, and the liquid ran! their news columns——”’ |complexion and thick black ringlets, who came briskly along the street, and turned into the yard. ‘*Hello, James,’’ he butler, who at that moment chanced to be in the room with him. ‘‘Who’s this chap coming up to the house?’’ ‘ Strong man. After Sp Me persuasion, Lad 7% sents and appears pou the stage to the ana amusement of the T ence, Stagwind and 4d clasp hands, how ®ver 7 : aie t Btre. for the trial of -ngth, and the situa °n is entirely changed. Too applies the Terrible therct and, to the amaze- Sin. of all, vanquishes at Strong man. The Ndience go wild and in- I8t on ; ei Hin i Noy } 1aspeech from the ~ ero, Shortly after- igh, Lad wakes up one ] to find two burg- these a1 his room, and y hi also he conquers 8 Marvelous power. CHAPTER X. x RE DANCING-MASTER’S | 41 do! Comerightin. My sister will be down in a moment. I am de- lighted to make the ac- quaintance of such a justly celebrated artist as the great Signor Bologna. Shake hands, sir.?? ‘*Ah, I, too, am most happy to meet you, signor,’’ said the Ital- ian, absorbing the flat- tery like a sugar-coated pill. ‘‘But you make one little mistake. My name is not Bologna. I am not a sausage, signor. My name is Bal- lonini.’’ “Ah, Bologna-in- him,’’ said Lad. ‘I see, I cut it too short, Thank you very much for the correction, sir. I assure you, I had no intention of offending you. Shake hands!’’ He extended his hand, and the Italian, though he frowned a little at what he regarded an un- intended burlesque on his name, took it. An instant later he wished he hadn’t. ‘* Ah—um—oh—oh !?? he cried, executing sev- eral little jerky jumps, ‘‘What’s that, pro- fessor —the new step you’re going to teach my sister?’’ asked the scrapegrace, at the same time increasing the strength of the Terrible Touch. ‘*Oh, oh!’ cried the dancing-master, begin- ning to jump more wild- ly, and uttering several oaths in his native [talian. ‘“That’s it, sir; go right ahead! I should like to see it,’’ said Lad. **Oh, oh, oh!’ con- tinued his victim, fling- ing his legs widely about now, and appar- ently indulging in futile attempts to leap to the ceiling. ‘“‘Beautiful dance that, an’t it, Robert?”? ) Lad observed’ to the footman, who, with his NEW DANCE. ‘*LOOK OUT AHE ubiquitous re- ~ porter got hold of the story, of course —obtaining his information probably Which at the police precinct station house to hex the baffled burglars were taken—and t morning when the professor unfolded Paper at the breakfast-table—rather Proce than usual, owing to the events of the hola ‘ding night, which had robbed the house- Upo of not a little sleep—his eye lighted 4 the following: “TH: “LAD ELECTRIC AGAIN! This Werdervtal Boy Captured Two Des- Sit@ Burglars Last Night—Thrilling ory of the Exploit.’? late, Cont it |? an Ound it!’’ exclaimed the professor, | Dail ETAL a aR ROCs I9 . | Well, 1 think that is all there is at present, | havé a talk on this subject again. foy tyould have said something stronger but Ric. Presence of Ella. “yA, looking around the table, he asked: Surg tat makes Lad so late this morning? Aoo sy heard him up and about some time &&% Mayj..9?,b© has been up over an hour,’? re- «ped Ella, Im," is he, then, and what keeps & &, Ai ; 2 P Heit you please, sir,’’? said the butler, N the reception-room talking.’? | note-book and pencil were hurriedly taking | = , 7 y opr apa }?? NELL! BEWARE OF THE DOG! I’M LOADED TO THE MUZZLE, AND ALL READY TO REPEL BOARDERS: ‘Yes; Llike it. It’s a sign of greatness. Only great men have titles, There’s Buffalo Bill, the scout; Fighting Joe Hooker, the great general, and One-eye Flynn, the terror | of Cherry Hill——”’ i ) ‘‘Tad!?? cried Ella, with a shriek of oC } Me natih all right, my dear. You don’t want to get too stuck-up about it because them down in bieroglyphic characters| your brother’s becoming great and famous. known as shorthand. | You be a good little girl, aS I] speak to ‘“Hif you please, Master Mad, the pro-| you once in a while—if I ~ t ti get it.” fessor says ’e wants you, hand to show the ‘¢That will do, sir! cl re i See gentlemen hout.’’ | sternly. “You may like _ t ing, but I ‘‘Oh, very well, James. Excuse me, gen- don’t and won't stand it, eit! wt propose tlemen. Have you got that last down? Yes? | to stop it just as soon as possible. We will over the spotless table cloth, to the horror | of Miss Anastasia Higgins. ‘‘I won’t have my privacy intruded upon in this way! Show them out at once, and send Lad here.”’ The butler accordingly proceeded to the room where Lad, seated upon the edge of a table and swinging one leg carelessly, was de- tailing his exploits to several men, who with 4 a? 34, iv itt but you come around to-morrow, and I’llj ‘‘All right, unc’. Ju eine - little have some more news for you. And HOM | oe to .r up, We RE ee ‘+ excuse me. for ; ,\ Pass eat again, Nell. you must excuse me, for I haven’t had my | Pass the m 2 a breakfast yet. So long !”? : | The professor subsided, and ane no more On entering the dining-room, he was | upon the subject at the nee i rat saluted with: | evident that he was ‘‘doing a heap of t 1ink- ; E | s ”? ‘‘Well, what have y 5 ino’ now, | ing. a ca tale rascal?”’ ee ae Lad sat looking idly out of one of the 5 = ° 1 77 12 c ae s dale ‘Oh, nothing much! finding considerable noise coming through the door of the sitting-room, made bis way thither to find a scene of excite- ment. The occupants of the apartment were his uncle, his sister, and the housekeeper, Miss Anastasia Higgins. The two latter were en- gaged in an altercation, while the professor enacted the role of unwilling but helpless spectator. The fact was that he had related to Ella the oceurrence of the previous morning when, as he implicitly believed; Miss Anastasia had been in a most disgraceful state of intoxication. Ella was shocked at the recital, and being of an impulsive and imperious temperament, at once summoned the housekeeper, arid took her to task in language more stern and haughty than forbearing. This the latter naturally resented, and the result was a spirited wordy war. ‘*You ought to be ashamed of yourselt,’’ said Ella, ‘‘to make such a show of your- self, especially after all your hypocritical whining about the evils of intemperance !’? r ‘‘T didn’t make any show of myself. If [| ‘‘Oh, you good-for-nothing——’’ was a sight it was only owing to that horrid| ‘‘So long, Nell! I’m going over to boy.’’ Harry’s. He’ll have some sympathy fora ‘*He only soaked your head for your own good, and I think you, had better go and soak it again. 1 guess you have got it pretty well soaked in alcohol by this time,’’ re- torted Ella, with more directness than ele- gance. But when two angry women get into a dispute the civilities have to go. ‘*} tell you I wasn’t intoxicated at all,’’ persisted the housekeeper. ‘¢Yes, you were!’? ‘tT wasn’t!’’ ‘*You were!”’ ‘*> wasn’t!?’ ‘*You were; uncle here'saw you himself, so did Lad.’’ ‘*No you don’t! You don’t work me into this thing,’’ cried the latter. ‘‘I don’t want to be run through any threshing machines to-day, think you.’’ ‘*You were intoxicated—shamefully so. You ought to know better at your age.’’ ‘*My age, miss!?? ‘*Yes, your age! Oh, we know you’re no spring chicken! You’re a pretty tough old ben, but 1’l! have some of the tail-feathers out of you!’’ snapped Ella, whose temper had so thoroughly’taken possession of her that she did not care—indeed, was hardly responsible—for what she said. ‘*By George, I’m glad you didn’t tackle me with your tongue instead of your hands this morning, Nell,’’ exclaimed Lad. ‘‘A boxing on the ears was bad enough, but a tongue-lashing like that— whew !”’ At any rate, it. was too much for Miss Higgins, who gave up the conflict, and sink- ing into a chair began to cry. **An old hen!’’ she sobbed. ‘‘I won’t stay to be insulted in this way,’’ and she wiped first one eye and then the other with her apron, and still continued, like Niobe, bathed in tears. Although, it must be confessed, she did not make a very fascinating Niobe. ‘* An old hen!’’ she sobbed again, ‘*T say, Nell, the truth is libel,’’ re- marked Lad. ‘Well, if she don’t like it she knows what to do!’’ retorted the fiery Ella. ‘‘Oh, come; let up on her, Nell. carrying the thing a little too far.’’ This is and get that deaf and dumb little nig down the street to act as my substitute. him, for he won’t hear you, while I'll run over and have a chat with Harry.’’ poor little orphan driven from home by the whim of a cruel fate. though absent I shall not be forgotten. Once more, adieu! Don’t put poison in my/choco- late to-night, sister mine!’’ the door-way, and a merry laugh floated back to the ears of the occupants of the room. faces. boy !’’ he her bad ones, and quite as powerful. that she was aware that she had wronged the housekeeper, she was heartily sorry, and anxious to do all in her power to make amends for her unjust treatment. put her hand on the woman’s shoulder, and said, gently : Anastasia. not to misjudge you again.’’ maiden, ‘‘but ‘old hen’ is very hard to get over,’’ and her grief broke forth afresh. voice of determination, ‘‘there is one ques- tion that must be settled right here and now, and that is, What. is to be done with that dreadful brother of mine?’’ the question,’’ said the professor, helplessly, and the three looked blankly in one an- other’s faces for some answer to the per- plexing problem. H in at once by electrifying the footman——”’ with his power,’’ added the professor. ‘*You mind your own business, Lad, or I’!] box your ears!”’ ‘Don’t you try it on, sister mine! If you do, (ll give you a taste of the Terrible Touch this time. Like the fellow who got his head cut off, ‘once is enough for me.’ ”’ ‘*Really, Ella, I think it will be best to let the matter drop,’’ suggested the pro- fessor. ‘*Well, I don’t!’’ declared the imperious young lady. ‘*The old hen! To insult me by denying her guilt, when it was such an open thing! She sha’n’t stay in this house another night !’’ say, unc’, you’re a healthy sort of guardian,’’ observed Lad. ‘‘Really, Ella,’’ remonstrated the pro- fessor, ‘‘I must assert my authority——”’ ‘*T tell you, I will have my way! Out she goes, bag and baggage!’’ and Ella fiercely stamped her little foot for emphasis. To Lad matters were approaching a de- cidedly unpleasant climax. He recognized the truth that the professor was so weak and vacillating and his sister so domineer- ing and headstrong that she would undoubt- edly prevail. Therefore, there was but one course for him to folw, for he was too manly a fel- low to think for a moment of allowing the housekeeper to suffer for his fault. ‘tl say, Nell,’’ he said, ‘‘you’re all at sea. The Higgins is not to blame.’’ ‘‘What?2’’ cried Ella, somewhat impressed, for he spoke with the air of one who knew what he was talking about. aly? ‘‘What!’’ cried Ella, again, and the pro- fessor added: ‘*Can it be ‘possible, young man, that this is one of your rascally tricks?”’ “Struck it to a T!’? cried Lad. the nail on the head, professor.”’ ‘*But—I don’t understand,’’ said Ella. ‘‘Kasy enough. , Wouldn’t you kick upa row, if I took you in my arms, and gave you the Terrible Touch?’’ ‘*But that. old—that woman was not near you at first.’’ ‘‘No, but a fine steel wire caught in the ‘*Vou hit collar of her dress so At would touch her neck wasa good enough conductor,’’ grinned | Lad. ‘‘Oh, you villain!’’ exclaimed Ella, with sudden realization, and with a movement as though to rush at him. ‘‘Look out, Nell! Beware of the dog! I’m loaded to the muzzle, and all ready to repel boarders !’’ His sister did not make the threatened lenge from Stagwind the Strong Man, and engage in a conflict with him on a public stage,’’ added Ella. ‘*He played a cruel practical joke on me, which almost took away my good reputa- tion,’’ said Miss Anastasia. .‘‘But I forgive him for it, because he came right out, and owned up to it like a man.’’ ‘Oh, yes, the boy’s disposition is good enough,’’ said the professor. ‘‘There is no dispute about that. He is an upright, manly boy, and would scorn to do a mean or under- hand action. But he is too fond of practical joking.’’ ‘*Far too fond!’’ exclaimed Ella. ‘‘He played one of his pranks on my dancing- master this morning. Signor Ballonini was very much enraged, and it was with great difficulty that 1 managed to get him to agree to come again.’ ‘*Well, after all, I don’t see what is to be done,’’ said the professor. ‘*} do,’’ said Ella. ‘‘We cannot have him around here, he is such a nuisance, so you must send him away.’’ ‘Send him away!’’ blankly repeated the professor. .‘‘Where shall we send him??? ‘*Somewhere, anywhere. I don’t care so long as you get rid of him!’’ cried Ella, in a sudden passion. ‘*But my dear——’’ ‘¢Bother it all! You must have some idea, Send him off to school!’ ‘‘He has graduated from the common school, but.we might send him to the high school——’? ‘Oh, botber! that’s nonsense. It would do no good, for he would be home half the time. Pack him away to a boarding-school somewhere in the country—the farther away the better, so we can have a little peace.’ ‘*A boarding-school in the country? Let me consider. [t appears to me that I know of one,’’ The professor dropped his head on his hand, and reflected for a moment. Then suddenly he looked up with an air of triumph. ‘‘Ah, I have’ it now!’’ he exclaimed. ‘‘There is my old friend, Doctor Wackins, who conducts a boarding academy at the little village of Shady Haven, some sixty miles up the Hudson.”’ ‘*What kind of a man is the doctor? Do you know much about him?’’ asked Ella. Though so anxious to get rid of her brother she wanted to be assured that he was to go to a comfortable and pleasant place. ‘“Yes, we were old school friends,’’ said the professor. ‘‘Of late years I have lost onslaught, but her look spoke volumes. ‘*T say, Nell, don’t stab me with those eyes of yours. They’ve got a couple of dag- gers in them.’’ ‘‘Oh, you villain, you ought to be——”’ ‘*Wait a minute, Nell. Let me run out A dime will fetch him, and you can pour out the vials of your wrath on him.. It won’t hurt And I know that With the last word he vanished through For a moment they looked in each other's Then the professor broke the silence. ‘‘T might have known! Oh, that awful groaned. ‘*The wretch !’’ exclaimed Ella. Ella’s geod impulses were as common as Now Walking across the room to her chair she ‘‘Tam very sorry for what I said, Miss Forget it, please, and I will try ‘*T will try, Miss Ella,’’ replied the elder] y ‘‘And now then,’’ exclaimed Ella, in a ‘*Ay, what is to be done with him? that’s CHAPTER XII, OFF TO BOARDING-SCHOOL, E was bad enough before, but since he has discovered this Terrible Touch he is positively unendur- > able,’’ remarked Ella. ‘‘He started ‘‘And then made a foolish figure of me, sight of “him somewhat, so it happened that he did not at once occur to me. But now I am perfectly satisfied. He is a fine scholar, a perfect gentleman, and he is the man whom of all others I should select to have charge of Lad. Indeed, I do not know any one else I would rather send the boy to,”’ ‘*Very well, then; send him there,’’ said Ella. ‘*It is settled then. I will write to the doctor some time during the day.’’ ‘*Oh, pshaw, that won’t do!’’ cried Ella, with her usual impulsiveness. ‘That is too slow. Don’t be dilatory about it; don’t put it off at all. Write at once, or rather, tele- graph, and request an immediate answer,’’ ‘*But, my dear——”? ‘*T tell you, Iam determined to get rid of him as soon as possible. I am going to make one ofa little theatre party to-morrow night, and they will rendezvous here, to go from here to the theatre. Several of my select friends will come, and if Lad is here he will be sure to play some of his pranks on them. J am determined he shall not.’’ ‘*Very well, dear, have your way,’’ said the professor, mildly. ‘‘But there are cer. tain preparations necessary ——’’ ‘‘Bosh! What preparations are there that cannot be made by to-morrow morning?’’ retorted Ella. ‘In that case it shall be as you say. [ will write out and send atelegram. In the meantime let Lad be summoned and ap- prised of our determination. ’’ Lad was accordingly sent for, and in a your preparations this afternoon, and bg ready to accompany ime to the Grand Cen tral Station at that hour.’’ ‘‘Hello, you are rushing matters, an’t you? Well, I don’t know that I mind. Boarding-school will be a new experience to me, and I reckon I’ll be a new experience to the boarding-school. I’ll wake them up— a little! Oh, I dare say I shall havea famous time.’ ‘*You had better not play your pranks on Doctor Wackins, or you will find him not so easy with you as I have been.’’ ‘* Does he believe in corporal punishment?”’ asked Lad, with a grin. ‘*T sincerely hope he will for your benefit, if you cut up any of your tricks.’’ ‘*T wonder how it would work against the Terrible Touch?”’ i ‘*Do you mean, you young scoundrel, that you——”’ ‘*So long, unc’!’’ grinned Lad, without replying. ‘‘I’m going to carry the news to Harry.”’ ‘‘T am afraid,’’ said the professor, looking after his retreating form with a sigh, ‘‘that my old friend, Doctor Wackins, will have his hands full with that boy.’? (TO BE CONTINUED.) > +o [This Story Will Not be Published in Book-Form-] THE QUAKER SPY. A TALE OF THE REVOLUTIONARY WAR BY JASPER W. WILDWOOD. —— + (“THE QUAKER Spy” was commenced in No. 203. Back numbers can be obtained of all News Agents.) CHAPTER LIV. A RIDE IN THE NIGHT, > T was midnight, as the bells tolling om i} the ships in the river, to the number 0 ( ‘‘eight,’? gave note to all who coul S > hear. Not one minute before, the person wh0 had simulated John Roberts so well, acconl- panied by Adab Slocomb, hurried into thé front door of Primrose Cottage. The next instant Naomi gasped out, ‘‘MY end of the wagon. John Armstrong. goods in Germantown inside of three few minutes stood in the presence of his guardian and his sister. ‘‘Well, young man, we have decided to send you away to school,’’ announced the professor. ‘To school!’’ exclaimed Lad. ‘‘Why, I’ve been through school. What’s the good of my going again? I know enough.’’ “ ‘‘That may be your opinion, sir, but it is not mine. One can never have too much learning.’ ‘*What school is it??? ‘*My esteemed friend Doctor Wackins? boarding academy for young gentlemen, at Shady Haven, on the Hudson.’’ ‘*Whew!’’ Lad drew in a long breath, and let it out in the form of a whistle. ‘‘A boarding-school, eh? I see; you’re getting too fond of me around here, and want to deprive yourselves of my valuable presence for a while.’’ ‘*We are tired of your practical jokes and are going to put you where we will not have to suffer from them any longer.’’ ofl right, unc’, let her rip! When do I 0? ”? ‘‘T have been looking over the time-table and find that a train leaves at nine o’clock, which I have picked out for you.’? ‘‘He had the audacity to accept a chal- utes less than that time thee makes.’’ the wagoner. from Lord Howe.’ and strive to make the time such that wilt have to give me four guineas mor and requireth haste.’’ the wagon,’’ cried Adab, asshming as D as possible the whining tone of Ab Carlisle. team, and as it moved on Adab sprane nd and teok his seat beside Naomi, whos? pressed his, and whose head now resté his noble breast. strange accident, the condition 0 Howe be discovered before the wag?” beyond the British lines, the alarm be spread far and near by signal every post would be on the alert, and in motion in every direction. officer take it into his head to insp& syed ‘*Not to-night?’’ ‘No, to-morrow morning. You may make contents of the wagon, even the pass ids ° to John Roberts, and now in the husband, thou art free!’’ and flew into Adab’s arms. ‘‘There comes the wagon. dawns,’’ said the pretended ‘Quaker, ea! nestly. ‘‘Up stairs, friend Adab, are tw? bundles of drugged and silent humanity: Thou knowest what they are. They 4!@” worth one hundred pounds in gold each when delivered into the hands of Generé Washington. You can carry one to the wagon—I will take the other. Then, with these females, thou wilt enter the rear pal® of the wagon, where you will be unseél under its cover, while I hold the driver 14 converse. Once all in, we will move, 4? move speedily. I have pass and countersig” —even more—an order for troops to aid me if I want them, and we are safe till far b®& yond the British lines.’’ ‘‘Hero! Friend! if I but knew thy nam I would so long asI live couple it wit? every prayer I utter!’ cried Adab, graté fully. ; ‘“You shall know my name by and bY Up now, and help me pitch those bundles ® wickedness into the wagon.’’ W Instantly Adab obeyed, and in a fé s $ seconds two men, sO wrapped in blanket oodss as to look like bales of carpet, or g ore were carried out and pitched into the f The Quaker now approached the wagone’ who sat in his saddle on his off-whé horse, and said: ‘*Here are ten guineas for thee, 2 ‘ If thee has me anda thee shall have a guinea for every ten ™ ow; ;ed ‘‘Will not the guards delay us?’’ aske $ I have the countersign and par aK ‘ pest ‘Then, Friend Roberts, I will do my thot 9? May: 04 ; ; : ent. ‘*‘T am willing, for my business is U ip ‘*Thee can depart. Thy goods are ally aba” fu) The wagoner at once started his power jn d op apy or y wa ould cket® “ro0P® They were yet in peril. Should, bY, We have 10 « time for talk or endearments now. We must 'be beyond the British lines before day f “ a yous And even now, should some extra zoe the ha 203. : of ald yho 5nn- the My jnto no a i just day eal two ity: aye © ach, era with part seell ay ye = - eee 5 sane in thy wagon.’’ : nt Eh an, oa , for the young Continental, would scarcely be apt to save them. But the young hero, so perfect in his dis- Zuise, rode boldly in front of the wagon, and so well and boldly acted his part as John Roberts, who was known to be in British employ and pay, that within but little over two hours he was safely past very post and picket occupied by the British forces. As they drove en through the outskirts of Germantown, the wagoner cried out: **Look at thy watch, Friend Roberts, and See how many extra guineas I am to have.’ The ponderous time-piece of the veritable John Roberts was’ lugged from its fob, and the answer came quickly: ‘*Thee has earned three extra guineas, and thee shall have them shortly, when the light of day dawneth. For we journey still farther, to a depot in the country where I have stores of exceeding value, and where | am to receive two hundred pounds for goods ‘Friend Roberts, thee is a shrewd trader.’? ‘‘Yea, John Armstrong, thee will think So if I let thee into the secrets of my trade. ut this is the time to make money; the arvest is ripe, and he who will not reap when he has a chance is not wise.’’ ‘Thou art right, Friend Roberts. Toad shall I take now?’ ., That to thy left, which leadeth toward the ‘King of Prussia’ tavern, for there we Will halt to refresh both man and beast.’’ “*Ts if not venturing too near the lines of ine enemy?’’ asked the cautious wagoner. It is on the road to Valley Forge, where I Sarthe camp of Washington is held.’’ . ‘Tut! The rebels will not stir from camp Mm this wintry weather. Fear not. Do as [ bid thee, and‘all will go well.’’ “Thou knowest best, and art too wise to Put thine own life in danger,’’ said John rmstrong, and he urged on his horses again. In a short time the well-known tavern Was reached, but as landlord, hostlers, and all were yet in bed, the teamster only Watered his horses at the capacious trough Which 40d then kept on, for Roberts seemed anx- lous to get as far forward before daylight 48 he could. ut the roads were heavy in the country ; Were was snow enough to clog the wagon Wheels, and the team began to show, signs Of giving out. And now John Armstrong was doomed to Teceive a terrible fright. They had just frossed to the west side of the Schuylkill, SVer a shaky old bridge, when, passing a 8Tove of cedar and spruce trees, they heard 4 Short, stern shout: ~‘Halt!?? The next momenta score of armed and Mounted men rode out by the side of the ‘Ingle vidette who had halted the wagon, and John Armstrong saw that they were in Sntinental uniform. ne John Roberts, we are ken!" he groaned, 4gon and my horses!’’ Where is John Roberts? Show me the Stilent traitor !’’ shouted the leader of the “rsemen. ‘‘I owe him a grudge which only lost! We are ‘‘T shall lose my the hangman’s rope will repay !’’ i John Armstrong heard no reply, but look- Ng back where John Roberts had been cd, saw, in the gray of the dawn just fons, one of the most wonderful trans- TMations that ever met mortal eye. got flew the broad-rimmed hat of the Yaker and his wig, and out shone a young Nd handsome face, while the next instant Wa, uaker coat was tossed back into the Qe?» and the former wearer exhibited a u Xtinental uniform which had been worn Ader it, mt the same moment the young Continental Outed out to the leader of the horsemen: hor aptain Holmes, can you not get fresh Withis to put to this wagon? I have treasure I which must be at Valley Forge be- Ve, Noon, and information which will fill ana» heart there with joy. Adab, step out ha oY yourself 1”? Morn. sant Quaker was in the road ina ‘Who wt. grasping the hands of old friends, and wen only lately heard of his capture ril, Aqeere was nothing said yet, either by a the young Continental, about the the nts of the wagon; that was reserved, if heagqretet could be kept, until they reached q {uarters at Valley Forge. trons mes instantly had the saddles» taken ®xoh four of his heaviest horses, and then “nged them for the team in harness, poobn Armstrong, sorely bewailing his Wag °r he was a Tory in the fullest sense, dry, Pliged to take his saddle again and (28 on, long ®u have served the king and Satan ’ ashiecush ; we’ll make you work for You, U8ton and glory’ now,’’ said the f ero, as he told Armstrong he would his oe through him if he shrank from Mr CHAPTER LV. RENEGADE QUAKERS IN DURANCE VILE. taken his noon-day lunch that General 4shington, looking from his window, a huge covered wagon, drawn by ; a Was but a little time after he had four horses, approaching his quarters ata trot. In front and rear rode a small body of horsemen, among whom, to his great joy, he soon recognized the portly form of Adab Slocomb, and the lithe, graceful figure of the young Continental whose watchword was ‘‘ Washington and Glory.’’ In front of the house Isaac Stacy was throwing off a load of wood from a sled, and on the porch Deborah stood, talking with her father. Washington went quickly to ‘the door as the wagon drew up in front of the house, and the next moment he extended a hand to Adab, while he reached out the other to the young Continental, who handed him. a paper, and said: ‘General, a little before midnight, last night, I had an interview with General Howe, which I will explain more fully in a report, by and by. Thinking his plan of spring operations might interest you, I brought it along.’’ ‘‘Strange and heroic youth, few serve their country so bravely and faithfully as you!’’ said the gratified general. ‘*T have a surprise for you, general, after Adab has got the dry-goods part of the wagon-load out.’’ Adab was busy at this work now, and in a minute more Deborah Stacy clasped her mother in her arms, while Naomi and Pet- runia Stone went in to see Hannah Slocomb and give her joy on the rescue of her heroic son. Then came the surprise. Conscious, but gagged and bound so they could neither speak or move, John Roberts and Abraham Carlisle were lifted from the wagon. The effect of the drugged liquor was gene but they had been so well gagged and tightly bound that when set up on a bench on the poreh they could not move or scarcely speak. ‘‘There, general, are the two arch-traitors who bave given you so much trouble,’’ cried the young Continental. ‘‘There are the renegade Quakers, John Roberts and Abra- ham Carlisle, and here are the passes they held from Lord Howe; here also are the orders they held to hang Adab Slocomb at sunrise this morning, and an order for the arrest of his poor young wife, who, they had arranged, should be forced to see him executed.’ ' ‘* Monsters !”’ nantly. ‘«That is what I called them when I heard the plan,’’ cried the young Continental, ‘‘Susan, thee is a treasure, and thy pudding and spiced sauce incomparable.’’ The Quakers groaned, for in an instant, by the tone of mockery, they knew who ‘‘Susan’’ was, and how they had been de- tected in their treachery, and foiled in their work. Washington looked over the plans, passes, and other papers, and then turned to Col- onel Fitzgerald, his aide, ‘‘Colonel,’’ said he, ‘‘have irons forged, not less than one hundred pounds in weight, and riveted on these two black-hearted and infamous traitors. Then throw them on the ground in the strongest guard-house, and place four trusty men ata time to watch over them until the enemy evacuate Phila- delphia, which, it appears, will soon occur. Then they shall be taken to the provost jail and hung on the very gallows which was to bear the body of our heroic scout and good friend, Adab Slocomb. Till then, no food but the coarsest bread, no drink but water shall pass their lips. They shall not be allowed to see anyone but their guards; no letter or word must be passed .from them, they must be treated with every severity.”’ ‘*Mercy! great general, mercy !”? gasped John Roberts. ‘‘Such mercy as you would have meted out to Adab Slocomb and_ his hapless bride, shall be yours,’’ said the chief, sternly. Then, turning to Adab, he said: ‘‘Priend Slocomb, you are a_ blacksmith by trade. See to the forging of the irons, which will take the place of the rope now on their limbs. Colonel Fitzgerald, IT hold you personally responsible for their safety till the hour of executign comes.”’ ‘‘Sir, they shall not even have a chance to die till they swing from the gallows- tree,’’ said the colonel. ‘‘Now I will hear your report in detail,’’ said the general to the young Continental, and he went in to his private room, while Adab sent John Armstrong and his team to the government stables, and then accom- panied Colonel Fitzgerald and the guard with the prisoners to the place of confine- ment, where an hour later they were so ironed that escape was literally impossible, and guarded by men who could not be bribed by a crown’s treasures to show them the slightest leniency. They found now that treason to their native land was no light offense, and that the cruelties they had practiced were fear- fully recoiling on their own heads. In vain they sought to open conyerse with their guards; in vain pleaded for permission to send to Lord Cornwallis for an exchange, saying he would givé a hundred prisoners in his hands for each of them. ‘‘No ten thousand would be exchanged for you, whose lives are forfeit to every law, human and divine,’’ was the stern answer they received to their pitiful pleading. Meantime, they could see daily, as they cried the general, indig- ti sat on the cold ground, their recent captive, Adab Slocomb, moving about with his happy young wife by his side, and more than once ‘‘Susan’’ came to ask if she was yet a treasure to them. CHAPTER LVI. RASCALITY PUNISHED—HEROISM AND VIRTUE | REWARDED. o : . T was summer again, and the wintry ‘I snows which had draped the evergreens f at Valley Forge had gone down in S=> moisture to give strength to sprouting grass and bud and blossom. Valley Forge was deserted by all but the few who had dwelt there before the army came, and there was a great change all over the land. Howe had gone back across the sea; Clin- ton had taken his place; the tide of war was sweeping wildly over the Carolinas; France had openly espoused the American cause; Washington had turned defeat into victory at Monmouth, and though some disasters had occurred, the mighty chief could see ‘‘sunshine through the clouds. ”’ And in this glad summer hour, with Philadelphia once more fully in American hands, with all its defenses garrisoned, come the closing scenes of this story, one of which, attested by history, was one of the most intensely exciting of the era. I allude to the execution of John Roberts and Abraham Carlisle, which, once decreed by Washington, was as certain as the rise and set of sun, though hundreds of influen- tial men asked a change of sentence, for policy sake. The chief was inexorable. Their crimes demanded the terrible expiation, and Policy was blind, while, for once, Justice stood open-eyed. Mere skeletons to what they had been, those men were brought out under the very gallows on which Adab Slocomb had been doomed to suffer, and while they pitifully confessed their evil works, pleading only for life, they were swung up as an example to others in that city who would have ‘been as bad as they, had they possessed the Satanic courage. Thousands had come in from the country around to see these notorious villains exe- cuted, and among these came Job Turner, his wife, and his two daughters, Almira and Katurah Ann. Susannah had not yet re- turned home. Meeting Adab Slocomb near the place of execution, after it was over, Job and his family accepted’ an invitation to go to din- ner at Slocomb Hall, where Hannah Slo- comb, now recovered from her wounds, pre- sided, and where Mrs. Stacy, Deborah, and Petrunia Stone were permanent guests, for Isaac Stacy still served with Washington. At the dinuer-table Job Turner and his family were introduced to Naomi and all those just mentioned, but one was not named, though he sat by the side of Deborah Stacy, whom he kept in constant laugh by his jovial talk. This was the young Continental. Almira Turner seemed to take a strange fancy to this young soldier from the mo- ment she entered the room, and was not able to take her eyes from him. And she had a ood chance to look at him, for she was seated nearly opposite. He either did not see her continued and persistent glances, or pre- tended not to, for he never let his eyes rest on hers; but he was doomed to a surprise before the dinner was half over. For Almira, suddenly rising, rushed around the table, threw her arms around the neck of the young soldier, and kissed him again and again, with a fervor which resounded through the room, and while tears of joy rolled down her cheeks, she cried: ‘‘Oh, Susannah! Susannah! you thought I didn’t know you!”’ Now, while Adab looked on in real won- der to think how bling he had been, little Deborah Stacy roared with laughter, and fairly jumped up and down with delight, for this had been her ‘‘secret.’? She had known it from the hour when Susannah came and changed clothes in her room at New Brunswick, to go and rescue Naomi the first time from Roberts and Carlisle, and she had kept is faithfully ever since. — Old Job was delighted. is Susannah, in a soldier’s uniform, a hero praised by Wash- ington, was a treasure that he could boast of until his dying day. ; Even Sally Ann, though pretending to be shocked at seeing a woman in man’s clothes, hugged Susannah with a ferver that nearly took her breath away. : It was a happy family meeting, and though Susannah persisted even after her sex was discovered, in remaining with the army, we are happy to record that she served with honor, and at the close of the conflict retired with credit. She had earned her commission, but she would not receive it'in person, ‘but General Washington had the pleasure of banding Colonel Jim Holmes his commission, when Susannah resigned her position as soldier, to become a soldier’s wile. ‘ Captain Steers, as a_major, at-the same time, received sweet Deborah Stacy from the hands of her parents, for they said she had been so long with army men, she & couldn’t be content without taking one for a husband. Adab Slocomb, and Naomi, his wife, and mother, with Petrunia Stone, witnessed all these events, and gave ‘‘testimony that it was seemly and lovely to behold.’?’ And now, dear reader, the author thanks you for the patience and loving kindness | which has brought you through this story to (THE END.) 9 [This Story will not be Published in Book-Form. } GAY DASHLEIGH IN CUBA; OR, The Plantation of the Black Ghost. rice nna oas! BY ARTHUR SEWALL, Author of ‘Gay Dashleigh’s Academy Days.” + (“GAY DASHLEIGH IN CUBA” was commenced in No. 311. Back numbers can be obtained of all News Agents.) Sipe atelier CHAPTER XVI. CAPTAIN GAY DASHLEIGH. OU wish me to desert, and apply for |, a position on General Campos’ staff?’’ echoed Gay, in astonishment. ‘‘Why, sir, [——”’ : General Gomez sniled genially. ‘*It certainly appears to bea strange re- quest, but you will understand when I ex- plain in detail. This is a very critical period in our struggle for freedom, and it is nec- essary that [ know exactly what the Span- ish plans are.”’ **Oh, you mean to send me into Havana for that purpose.’’ ‘*Yes 2] ‘‘T accept the mission with pleasure, sir,’’ impulsively exclaimed Gay. ‘‘It will bea congenial duty. It will afford no end of ad- ventures. ’’ ‘*Yes, and danger, too,’’ dryly remarked the insurgent chief. ‘‘The last man detailed to the task was shot in Morro Castle, oppo- site Havana, yesterday morning.’ ‘*Tll try my best to avoid his fate,’’ care- lessly replied Gay. ‘‘When do you wish me to start, sir?’’ *¢ As soon as possible. ”’ ‘* Aren’t you on the point of making an adyance?”’ ‘“Only a sortie toward Cardenas. The main body of the Spanish, under General Laville, is massed in the neighborhood of Camarones, directly in our path, my spies tell me. So we may not get very far.’’ ‘ Or curios, or will exchange for bound books. Ing DING MATTER.—B. W. Post, Towanda, Pa., { ky ding matter of all kinds, including bound : flay’ 4nd paper novels, to exchange for pocket ko- dostat 800d offer and satisfaction guaranteed. Drop RhicggMPS.—Pant Wichmann, 5128 Loomis street, an Igpotls has 1,000 mixed United States stamps ff 72 to 1896, to exchange for twenty 3c. post- HdiroePartmeni stamps, 1,000 for ten 3c. Interior, n 3c, Spa guiition, 0 five” War Department. Stamps must be in All letters and postals answered, fy? Wily PS.—Geo. H. Brown, Box 146, Antwerp, N. Bant¥ery o° packet of mixed United States stamps of geet of Unt 100 United States for every 6c, 1890, a packet ted States stamps for every 15c. Columbian n oe | write all particulars. Ovels, two 25-cent novels, one false beard, one | twenty-five 3c. United States, 1890 issue, a | well pleased with them. = in good condition, five United States for every 3c. 1890, ten United States stamps for every United States above 3 cents, any kind, 8,000 United States for every 5 and 10c. Columbian envelope, 10,000 United States for a 50c. Columbian, 5,000 for a 30c. Columbian ; also Columbian stamps to exchange for stamps off sheets. Send sheets with best exchange price: also stamps on sheets for same, All letters and postals answered. STAMPS.—Charles Myers, 118 Monmouth street» Newport, Ky., will give five foreign stamps for every United Statesover 2 cents, not less than five taken. Will give 100 for a 15c, Columbian, 200 fora 30c. Columbian, every Columbian stamp over 2 cents; not less than three taken. Ill., has 3,000 foreign stamps to exchange for old United States and Columbian stamps. NOVELS.—A. R. Millard, 527 S. 11th street, Spring- field, D1l., has 1005 and 10-cent novels to exchange for novels of the Same value, all in good condition. Satis- faction guaranteed. BOOKS.—George L. Person, 218 42d street, Chicago, Ill., will give any of the following books for stamps: gSwiss Family Robinson,” ‘“Biding His Time,’ ‘“The Indian Manners and Customs,” ‘The Pillar of Fire,” “Left With a Trust.’’ MISCELLANEOUS.—D. H. Miller, 191 Glenwood avenue, Hast Orange, N. J., has a student tripod cam- era and complete outfit, and a musical bank play- ing two tunes for each penny, and a flute with six German silver keys, to exchange separately or to- gether for bound books in good order. MISCELLANEOUS.—Blen Jones, Black Rock, N- Y., has a bicycle, books, magic lantern, etec., to ex- change for a printing press and outfit. He will givea book of detective stories for ten foreign stamps or five United States old issues, provided ‘return postage be inclosed. STAMPS.—Mack M. ‘smith; Box 668, Watkins, N. Y., will give 150 foreign or United States stamps for every 15c.. Columbian, and 250 foreign or United | States stamps for every 30c. Columbian, aud 500 for- eign or United States stamps for every 50c. Columbian ; | also has 376 photos, to exchange for stamps, and will | exchange stamps (United States or foreign) for stamps United States or foreign. Write quick and receive his. Honesty guaranteed. MISCELLANEOUS.—Othello Stucky, Aloia,Towa, | will exchange a good banjo and instruction book, for a $1.50 baseball. STAMPS.—M. W. Bennett, Watkins, N. Y., will give 100 United States revenues for every 5c. brown (1847) United States, every 12c. green (1869), or 6¢- blue (1869), sent him; one 12c. purple (1870), for any 24c. United States; 1c. buff (1869) for a 50c. Colum- bian. FOUNTAIN PEN.—Harry Martin, Charles City, | Iowa, will give a fountain pen, cost $3.50, for a 7c., 12c., and 24c. stamp, or three 3c., two 50c., one 90c., or one #1 stamp. MISCELLANEOUS,.—Chas, A. Welton, Water- bury, East Farms, Conn., has books, several song sheets, a telescope, a printing outfit, and other things, for bast offer of a camera or reading matter. NoTick.—Owing to the extraordinary mumber of ex- change notices received, many are left over until next week. Santana een AMON GCG a as GO GooD News iGLUvBs. {SPECIAL NOTICE.—This column is for GooDp S srs sd NEws Clubs only. No notices will be inserted excepting such as are genuine GOOD NEWS Club notices, and nothing in the shape of an advertise- ment will be allowed. Every club notice should have the names of the president and secretary of the club attached, For information concerning Goop NEws Club Badge and Electrotypes see ad- vertisement on last page. ] ne ipsiiahins CLUB CHAT. William F, Gorman, 60 Gates street, South Boston, Mass., would like to exchange cards of membership with other clubs. Wilbur Harmer, residing at 94 Lafayette avenue, Brooklyn, wishes to join a canoe clubin Brooklyn, consisting of boys about fifteen years or so. Please He would also like to hear from boys in Brooklyn who would like to organize a canoe club. All secretaries of Goon Nrws Clubs please send | me your names, and also the name of your clubs, and | its other officers. I will issue a Goop NrEws club di- rectory soon, and if you_want your club’s name in jt, send it ing E. L. 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Officers of other clubs can be admitted free this week by ex- changing the favor with us. Join at once,as we are limited to a certain number of members. Joseph F. Kelly, president; Frank W. Raymond, vice-presi- dent; Chas. N. Miller, treasurer; George A. Dolan, secretary. For further particulars, kindly inclose stamp and address the secretary, George A. Dolan, 731 Harrison street, San Francisco, Cal. Those of the Goop Nrws readers who really would like to be progressive should join the Goon Nrws Ki- perius Club. It has advantages which no other club possesses. We have a branch (Espanola Cambria) that is entirely devoted to the interests of the Spanish’ language. This is under the direct charge of a Cuban who takes great interestin helping our members to the acquisition of the language. Printed lessons are sent to all members as rapidly as they are able to master them, After you are conversant your lessons are entirely in Spanish. We also have a stamp de- partment entirely devoted to the interest of stamip collectors. The members can exchange stamps with one another as well as send any of their duplicates for disposal at our weekly auction sale. We have a cir- culating library for our members. We have both ladies and gentlemen, and correspondents will be Now what club can you name, boys and girls, or rather, ladies and gentlemen, that hold out such inducements as we offer? None. Will give ten foreign stamps for | You know, | If so, join at | once, and if we have not already got a member in | You will be well paid by joining. Any person dis- satisfied within a week can have their money re- street, Boston, Mass, N. M. Gorman, president. Some clubs may lose their grip, While others rock and sway, But one thing’s never known to slip; Its name’s on every member's lip— They gently murmur The Goopv News Corresponding and Exchange Club of Bloomfield, Iowa, is climbing right up to the head of all Goop Nrws clubs. If youare an up-to-date per- | son you should join this happy band. Admission fee, } 5 cents; no dues until we get fifty more members. will issue another membership card. All joining this week get a bundle of reading matter and ten foreign stamps. The Goop News Corresponding Club of Allegheny, and the Goop NEWS Land and Sea Club of Morgan, have consolidated, and hereafter will be known asthe one week only) admit members for three ic, stamps. Members receive membership card, and the Standard. We want every one who exchanges with others to join this club. Wehave a good assortment of libraries and stamps on hand, so exchange. Officers: R. M. Gibson, president; Burt Curry, vice-president; Mills, secretary; Harry Mills, treasurer. Officers of other clubs, ladies, and foreigners free. Address, for full particulars, the secretary, Fred Mills, Box 26, | Morgan, Allegheny County, Pa. We're after you to join the Goop News Monarch Corresponding Club and receive the Leaves from the Press free. 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Ladies, foreigners, and officers of other clubs admitted for | twolc. stamps. “Don’t put of till to-morrow what ; you can doto-day.”’ This club has four departments. Address the secretary and treasurer, A. L. Westcott, | Oneonta, N. Y. | How do you spend yourspare time? Why not de- | vote itto faunand improvement? By joining the Goop News Liberty Corresponding and Exchange Club of Wilton, Conn., you will"e able to do this. ‘This club | was two years old March 3ist. - Our motto is Hustle, with a big “th.””, We do just as we say we will. initiation fee is 10 cents; dues, 12 cents a quarter in advance. All joining will receive our large list of members, neat membership card, the Builetin, for- eign stamps, bundle of reading matter, etc. Address all letters to E. 8. Benedict, secretary, Wilton, Conn. The Goop News Reading and Exchange Club of San Francisco, Cal., is still a-going. Join at once! Fee, 5 cents ; dues, 2 cents a month, or 5 cents a quar- ter, in advance. You get a bundle of reading matter (when returned you get another). First one joining gets a song; fifth, a 25-cent novel; tenth, gets his fee back; fiftieth, gets a three months’ subscription to Goop N&ws; the one hundredth, six months’ subscrip- tion; two hundredth, a year’s subscription. Address D. Shaw, 1621A Sutter street. C. Ryan, president. While Columbus discovered America in the 14th Century, we have now founded in the 19th Century— in the Great West—the Goop NEws World Reading and Directory Club. Dues, 10 cents for six months: and you receive boys’ paper each month, a big bundle of reading matter, amateur papers, circulars, etc., and have your name in Directory List, which will bring you lots of mail, sample copies, etc. Address, with your dues, at once, the secretary and treasurer, Ralph Reilly, 7816 Reilly avenue, St. Louis, Mo. 4—11—44 might win a prize in a lottery, but as the Goop News Fidelity Corresponding;Club is no lottery, the holder of the above numbers would not be ad- mitted asa member. You ask what vill admit you, then? Well, send 6 cents in stamps to the secretary and he will enroll you on his books for one year, Each and every one joining receives list of members, and reading matter to make your heart glad. Address without delay, E. F. Molen, secretary and manager, Vine Place, Sioux Cityy Iowa.. Rah! Rah! Rah!* Who are we? We are the boys.of the G.'N. C. The Goop News World Corresponding Club is up- to-date, and you should not fail to join. Initiation fee, 10 cents; no dues. Upon joining you receive our membership card and list; and also six months’ sub- scription to Club Hours. Address the secretary, Arthur H. Wild, 167 Lewis street, Chicago, Ill. Say. do you want to join a good club? If so, send to Homer Martin, Clinton, Mo.., secretary of the Goon News Independent Mailers Protective Association. Upon joining you get membership card; list of mem- | bers, ten exchange mailers, Goon NEWS mail direc- tory, and 100 circulars printed and mailed free. The fee is only one dime. etc., send 1c. stamp, and a bundle will be sent you. Do you want a real camera, free? Join the Goon News Reading Club of Philadelphia, Pa., and geta bundle of story papers or books, whichever you pre- fer, and after you have paid in a year’s dues you re- ceive besides the papers, a camera and outfit; takes 214x214 pictures. Dues, 10 cents a month. Write, in- closing stamp for particulars, Wm. Dodd, secretary, 2946 N. 2ist street, Philadelphia, Pa. 5 irls, do you know that you will be sorry itor ne notion the Granite State Good NEws Club of Portsmouth, N. H. We give a membership card, and publish a paper. All printers are invited to join. The first one joining will be representative of his or her State. Address all communications to secre- tary and treasurer, Harry Loach, P. 0. Box 692, Portsmouth, N. H. RLS 2 ; re’ very member sending their address anc Np stamp (first month's dues.) for enrollment in the Capital City Goop News Club of W eet. D. C., a book, anda copy of list 4. Our ra ig has passed the 250mark. Don’t you think you era ter join a progressive club like cnet aoe as Martin, secretary, Woodburn, Terra Cotta, .c. Look! Look! Boys and girls, why not join the Goop News Theatrical Club. Any one joining within the next few weeks will not be charged for initiation fee or dues, All applications are to be by letter ; no cards received. Send stamp for particulars. 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The an- noyance from dandruff can be prevented by dampen- ing the scalp three or four times a week with sulphur water, made by putting a half ounce of flour of sul- phur into a pint of water, shaking occasionally for a few days; then pour off into a clean bottle. 2, A good hair oil can be made as follows: Castor oil, six and one-half pints; alcohol, one and one-half pints; But why use hair oil at all? 3. The author mentioned does not write for Goop Nrws at present. 4. New | Year’s Day, Washington’s Birthday, Lincoln's Birth- day, Decoration Day, Fourth of July, Labor Day, Thanksgiving Day, and Christmas. Roger Berkeley, Nashua, N. H.—There are but six words in the English language which contain all the vowels in regular order, viz., abstemious, arsenious, | anenious, facetious, materious, and tragedious. There is but one word which contains them in regular re- verse order, and that word is duoliteral. Besides the above there are 149 English words which contain all the vowels in irregular order. Twelve ot these begin with the letter a, 7 with b, 23 with c, 16 with a, 14 with e, 4 with f, 7 with g, 1 with h, 6 with i, 2 with j, 2 with m, 2 with n, 2 with 0, 18 with p,1 with q, 5 with r,9 with s, 2 with t, 15 with u, and 6 with v. Hugh Thorpe, Chicago, Tll.—1. We cannot tell you that as itis a trade secret. 2. Ammonia is obtained by treating any kind of ammoniacal salt by a fixed ' alkali. Sulphate or hydrochlorate of ammonia is generalky employed, and is heated in a stoneware re- tort with slacked lime. The gas produced is received either under glass bells or tubes filled with mercury, if we desire to keep itin the gaseous state; or is dis- solved in the water contained in tubulated bottles if its solution is desired. After the operation their re- mains in the retort sulphate of lime or chloride of calcium. ; Gay Dashleigh, Milford, Mass.—We Went through the tail of a comet on the 19th of June, 1861: the mo- ment of contact was twelve minutes past six in the morning, and it was not till after ten o’clock that we emerged. The only difference to us was that there was a Slight haze in. the atmosphere during our pas- Your speculation as to what would happen if we struck the tail of a comet is thus answered—we should go on very much as before. Nimble Jerry, Brooklyn, N. Y.—1. Gaelic is even now spoken in some parts of Scotland. 2. Yes, blow- ing the Sepoys from the guns in India, although they richly deserved their fate. 3. Your handwriting is fair. 4, You ought to pay about four dollars a week. | 5. A book-keeper’s position is nota bad one if you care only to make a fair living. 6. Thank you for your | kind words of appreciation. Inquisitive, Newbury port, Mass.—1. You do not say how old you are, therefore it is impossible to give any opinion in regard to your measurements. But, by all means, continue your gymnasium practice. 2. No. Why not form such a Goop News club? 3. Your penmanship is excellent. 4. Your letter was such a pleasant one that we would be glad to hear from you again. G. W. W., Pawlet, Vt.—1l. Goon News has the largest circulation. 2. Because we have writers more up to date. 3. The authors who write exclusively for | Goop NEws are William Murray Graydon, Enrique H. Lewis, Harry Dangerfield, Lieut. Lionel Touns- | berry, Harvey Hicks, Henry Harrison Haines, J. | Gibson Perry, Alfred Armitage, and Arthur Sewall. Little Samson, of Nowhere.—You must know your- self that, being a boy of sixteen, your height 5 feet 10 | inches, your weight 135 pounds, and your chest measurement 3614 inches, your proportions are phe- nominal. If you can lift a dead weight of 500 pounds and raise on your back 950 pounds, you are thoroughly entitled to the name you have adopted, W. P. S., Ottawa, Can.—Read the notice at head of exchange column, and see if the articles you had to offer are not forbidden. You must remember, also, when sending exchanges, that Goon News is printed some three weeks in advance of publication, J. O. B., Moline, Tll.—1. Yes, we your coupons. 2. The nameless story ended in No, 313. 3. In sending stamps forexamination you should inclose postage for their return. 4. Your penman- ship is good. * FE. 8., Lineoln, Neb.--1. According to the census of 1890, the native born population of the United States Was 53,372,703, and the foreign born, 9,249,547. 2, There are no statistics that we know of. ales Te Rs Manistique, Mich.—1., The three-cent piece of 1863 is worth forty cents. 2. According to rules recently printed at head of exchange column, your exchange is ‘‘ barred out.”’ Fresh Frank, Mattoon, Tll.—1. 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A” Reader, New York City.—Write to the editor, giving names, and he will investigate. Edgar, n0 address.—For a boy of fourteen, your writing is above the average. FE, D., Madison, Ind.—‘‘ NeKa, King of Fire,” is fic- tion, not founded on fact. H. C. B., Wellsburg, W. Va.—No, rod is all nonsense. : H. Z., St. Louis, Mo.- The camera presented is the Sunol”? camera. {Several communications left over to be answered next week.) ( have received The divining “s 1s DAPPLES’ DRAGON-FLY. AND THE TROUBLE IT BROUGHT. _2-, IE) me’ ETER DAPPLES captured it in the fields outside the school, and trium- phantly exhibited it after morning school. ‘*Tsn’t it a beauty !’’ he exclaimed, admir- ingly, as he passed round the cardboard box in which the pretty prisoner was confined ‘and one of the finest specimens,’’ he added, learnedly, ‘‘of the Dragonjflyus superbus I have ever come across,’’ Dapples meant well, but his Latin was the weakest thing about him. Every one, of course, agreed with Dapples that it was a beauty, and Jim Pinder was so carried away by his enthusiasm that he offered there and then, and on the spot, to swap half a tin of condensed milk and a skate strap for the dragon-fly. Dapples de- clined. The offer was a magnanimous one, but Dapples resisted it. He gave one look at the condensed milk, and then turned away; he would have none of it. This annoyed Pinder considerably, and be was heard to remark that he (Dapples) need Carga C2 ao ‘tOh, are you? Then just step this way, please.’? Pinder was out of his seat, and up at the master’s desk before you could say ‘‘knife.”’ His face absolutely glowed in anticipation of the unexpected stroke of good fortune which was awaiting him. ‘*So you collect butterflies and things, eh??? SOY Gs, 7st ‘t And stick pins through ’em, eh?’’ ‘*Well—sometimes, sir.’’ ‘*And I dare say you’d like this dragon- fly to pin on a cork, eh?’’ ‘*If you are kind enough to give 1t to me, sir, 1 am ‘‘1’m not kind enough to give it to you. I don’t approve of cruelty to living creat- ures; and if I catch you or anybody else practicing it, 171] teach you a lesson. Now go to your place.’’ Then Mr. Mellon opened the window, and the dragon-fly winged its way out of sight. Ss * + * * * ‘‘Serve Pinder mighty well right,’’ was Dapples’ laconic comment; ‘‘the sneak actu- ally fixed a piece of cotton from the tid of my desk to the dragon-fly’s cage, so that when [I opened the one the other opened, too. He thought he would get me intoa not be so beastly proud, and that there might come a time when he (Dapples again) | would regret his hasty decision, and mourn | his foolishnessin not accepting the proffered | articles, and then, he added darkly, it} would be too late. During the afternoon Pinder paid frequent visits to that particular quarter of the school-room where Dapples’ desk was situ- ated, and it usually happened that these fly- ing expeditions took place when there was not a soul about. When the bell rang for afternoon school Pinder took his place at his desk with a jaunty smile, and he softly whistled when Mr. Mellon seated himself in his chair, and became absorbed in a_ pile of manuscripts before him. Proceedings had not gone far when Pinder passed a note, addressed to Dapples, down the room. On the outside was written, ‘‘ Read this in your desk.’’ With anxious gaze, Pinder watched the voyage of the missive, and when it finally reached the unsuspecting Dapples he gave a sly chuckle. In accordance with the instructions on the outside, Dapples opened his desk; but no sooner had he done so than there came a violent whirring of wings, the desk closed with a bang, and with a muttered exclama- tion. Dapples buried his head in the open book in front of him, and gave every indi- cation of being deeply interested in his studies, At the unaccustomed noise Mr. Mellon looked up sharply. ‘*What was that?’’ he inquired. There was no response. ‘‘What was that, I repeat?’’ he again asked, and in a sharper tone of voice. ‘If you please, sir,’? mumbled Dapples, ‘*T dropped a book, and——’’ ‘*That will do. Next time you drop a book, drop-it quietly.”’ The school tittered, and Mr. Mellon, well satisfied with the reception of his joke, pro- ceeded to sneeze three times in rapid suc- cession, and then to adorn his | sparsely covered cranium with a red smoking-cap. Then, with a muttered grumble concerning the ‘‘number of draughts that were about,’’ he sneezed once more, and proceeded with his labors. The echo of his last sneeze had scarcely died away when the curious whirring sound, once more became audible, and as it in- creased in volume, every eye began to wan- der ceilingward in search of the cause thereof. The searchers had not long to wait ere their curiosity was satisfied. Up among the beams of the roof, and whirling round the pendent gas-burner was Dapples’ dragon- fly. At first the insect seemed anxious to escape attention; but, presently, growing bolder, it descended with arush to a lower level, described two or three circles in the air, and then settled on the tassel which orna- mented Mr. Mellon’s smoking-cap. The school sat breathless and amazed, wonder- ing what on earth was going to happen. And Mr. Mellon, all unconscious of his vis- itor, pursued his studies undisturbed. A few seconds elapsed, and then the dragon-fly took a little jump forward, and alighted on Mr. Mellon’s left ear. The teacher raised his hand to brush away the disturber of his peace, and with another whirr the dragon-fly alighted on the ink- bottle before him, and contempated the great man with a look of defiance. Mr. | Mellon returned the compliment, and then | snatching the smoking-cap from his head, he, ‘‘extinguished’’ the insect and held_ it prisoner. Then there was another pause. Presently Mr. Mellon spoke. ‘‘Does any one in the school collect butter- flies and things?’’ he asked. There was a chorus of affirmations. ‘Tf you please, sir, | think I said ‘yes’ first,’’ said Pinder, eagerly; ‘‘I am very fond of natural history.’’ He saw the much-desired dragon-fly al- ready in his possession, and he could scarcely refrain a smile of triumph when Mr. Mellon remarked, dryly: row, and he thought, too, that he could get hold of my dragon-fly. He made an awtul hash of it, though. I mean to present him with something else by and by.’’ He paused, and added, solemnly, ‘‘he will get it in the playground, and when we are alone,’’ And, judging from’ Dapples’ look, there was a world of meaning implied in his last remark. a oo SOMETHING LIKE A DOG FIGHT. In countries where dogs are used for draught purposes, it requires a certain amount of skill on the part of the drivers to get two teams past one another, In dor, whenever two teams meet, they try to stop and fight. The dogs which are used for traction are extremely ferocious by nature, and their tempers are in, no wise improved by the state of semi-starvation.in which they live. During the summer time they get nothing from their masters, and have to pick up a living for themselves as best they can, This is no easy task, and any leather straps or old boots which may be found lying about are eagerly swallowed. In the winter they are supplied with salt fish for breakfast, and likewise for supper, and this unpleasant diet does not tend to re- duce the combative spirit within them. And, therefore, if two sleighs chance to meet, in nine cases out of ten the dogs fall upon one another with the most complete disregard for the cries of their masters or the cuts of the cruel, long-lashed whips. The result of forty dogs all falling on one another at the same time may be imagined. Over go the sledges, out tumbles the drivers, and anything else they may have behind them. Asarule, a few minutes’ struggling will find all the dogs so entangled that they cannot move. It should be borne in mind that every dog bas his own particular trace, | to one end of which he is attached and _ to the other the sleigh. These traces, of course, vary in length, according to the wearer’s position in the team, and the leader is often fifty feet away from the wheeler. »The consequence is that in a short time dogs and sleighs get wound up in an intricate tangle, and it takes the drivers a long time to unravel each dog, and prevent him renewing the onslaught the moment he is free. 7 To prevent the dogs fighting in the night the owners have devised a very clever ken- nel which stops any disturbance of that kind. All dogs stand on their hind legs to fight, so that they have their forefeet for wrestling purposes. The kennels are made so low that this little maneuvre is impossible, and fighting is therefore out of the question. earner enti Gen NOT SO SILLY, AFTER ALL. A boy who was a witness at a police court was believed by the lawyer to be not quite right in his mind. During the hearing of the case the lawyer put to the boy the question: ‘*Who made you?’? ‘Moses, I suppose,’’ replied the boy. ‘*Well, that is certainly a better answer than I expected,’’ said the lawyer,‘‘ because we do read of Moses in the good book,’’ The case went on, but later on was inter- rupted by the witness saying to the judge: ‘‘Can I ask the Jawyer a question???’ ‘Ask him any question you like,’ replied the judge. ‘‘Who made you?’’ asked the witness of the lawyer. ‘*Aaron, I suppose,’’ was the reply. ‘¢Well,”? said the boy, ‘‘we do read of Aaron making a calf, but who would have thought the creature had got in here!’? —_____- 6-e— Fat Lady (in the park)—‘‘l.am going to tide one of the donkeys, and I’ll pay for one for you if you like to accompany me,’’ Small Boy—‘‘Than'-ee, mum, but rather sit here an’ laugh.’’ Labra- | I'd| NEWS. AN UNEXPECTED ANSWER. 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