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Confusing Voices By REV. J. H. RALSTON s ae.., f Cm..p.ds.de.. Depmes... Measl Bible ,laies, Chicse TFEXT-"There are. It may be. so many kinds of vok.-s in the world, and none -.t thenm is without signifleance." I Cor. 14 10. The apostle Paul was greatly an noyed by the gen eral confusion that characterizet the Corinthian church, but this text seems to have in mind a religious meeting in which some are praying, some ex horting and some teaching. lie says there are so mane kinds of voices. and none of them is without some particular significance. Transferring the scene to the pres ent day there are many voides con cerning almost all subjects-social. political, commercial and religious. but we confine our thought to the last. Of the many voices on religion that might be considered, there is not one but has some signification. There is not a religious error of the day but contains some truth. There is some valuable signification in it, and from it the religious and orthodox can oftentimes learn useful lessons. Prob ably never in.the history of the world have the voices touching religion been so confusing as now, and largely be cause the most dangerous of them carry some badge of adherence to the word of God and traditional reli gion of the best kind. There is noth ing that should so concern a man as religion-hbl relationship to God in volving his own weal or woe for eter nity-and he wants to know just what the truth Is. With a goodly number the voice of reason is esteemed as safe, and as the Christian religion is a religion of ra tionality that voice has strong sup port. That the power of reasoning is highly important is conceded, or God would not ask. man to reason together with Him. But reason is given a place beyond its right, and the result is most unsatisfactory, and with many there is a fanaticism and unreason, of which Paris worshipping a harlot is a suggestive result. Men trusting rea son will either become thorough an archists, or adopt some religion which is the very antithesis of ratfonallty. With some the voice of the inner spirit is supreme, and by introspection they are seeking to know what God is saiing. This voice is so variable that no reliance can be placed on it, every man becoming a law unto himself. The meet grotesque experiences are at this point eangendered and the way is open for the incoming of all kinds of religious tallaies such as Christian Baku , spiritualism, occultism, and a beosd of ether evils. With may the veie of the church. as such, is suprme, and when the /churh, coasidered in the light of its history, i fatrly treated its vole is worthy at the ghest repec It ts Seve wise to mamet the pgret i tods reM, nor the church as speak Sag th hag rtwsettatve maisears but if the cherk as suh is 4spended a enetAIely It k wmes ltimately the vel e et a sIngle pers, send we ma the udres af mins . f the hmean see .ds . am o eeo p mzL Sh s bees fund that the churh, - wheth spaknlg thaargh its papes or • es ea, as atsrteinyte been wruag. and it eann otberaerei pietly be depended upon, But wih some the church speaki at the Isut memeat is to be heeded. It is ateaded that the eLurch today does net believe as It ose did, and that beesse t Is moare tnteilgeat Its vowe is to be hooded rather tha the church of two or three eturies ago, or even the charc tin the Art ceatu rlM of the ChaQtan ea. Thi Is evi eedl hy the tenecy to the ree. ale oaf church cr e, and the ari meat sr ,q , revisioea l that the chekcub de not beieve s It dorm erly bneeved sod sheuts enmae Itos cred The teamis of te speat edvnes eo am t lenth e meanateamth et. un4 'wha thisleatl theught waes at ad that the tyela aof the me of tda. re, dlem of their leguty to th e arbea Is hto heeded. tqgeanom t the arlier enatures dt nat aew the Uet. The Gorman ao - a-at , Legles makes the auser. thesogica my helati at has sr two themud esru - eag, wo M asYer e~ageay eash, noer uusm n -Ihe Pat, nor emn what ao wom4 Wao mac r-Nne th e of th e, aseulas the Een R the eI _ rIi .. . - besk n m a h sme ab macv mutinie outa h la Sp~wm tentovmeswIatg,4 wea rdI a s ae ak sese Us adm geMmm a o Ues wha hen Satp rigu i m ma eme per ae ten s heet a M wea sment'o .And R ar ue frem- ~ wateam ameasodems er am e I -Im'N -All .;El .77·:ii~ ;Mai !t:: y'.I:::.:" ,`:;;...jY:ý: ':;":: ;. :: Jt.::ý` : fir `f 'r:;:a{".:!t. 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Mrs. I" hedsye ipp4ears to be engaged In some mnysterious nterprise unknown to the dauglter. Ityaunre interests Jones In the Str.ited Roman,.e and Adventure conm 1 pany. a concern which for a price will arrange any kind of an adventure to or Sder. Mrs. Chedsoye. her brother. Major Callahan. Wallace and Ryanne. as the United Romance and Adventure company. plan a risky enterprise involving Jones. Rtyanne makes known to Mrs. Chedsoye his intention to marry Fortune. Mrs. Chedaoye declares she will ot permit It. Plans are laid to prevent Jones sailing for home. Ryanne steals Jones' letters and cable dispatches. He wires agent in New York. In Jones" name, that he is renting house in New York to some friends. Mahomed, keeper of the holy carpet, is on Ryanne's traiL Ryanne promises Fortune that he will see that Jones comes to no harm as a result of his purchase of the rug. Mahomed accosts ynrone and demands the Yhlordes rug. Ryanne tells him Jones has the rug and suggests the abduction of the New York merchant as a means of securing its re turn. The rug disappears from Jones' room. Fortune quarrels with her mother when the latter refuses to explain her mysterious actions. Fortune gets a moo- I sage purporting to be from Ryanne ask ing her to meet him in a secluded place that evening. Jones receieves a mesaage asking him to meet Ryanne at the English Bar the same evening. Jones is carried off Into the desert by Mahomed and his I accomplices after a desperate fight. He discovers that Ryanne and Fortune also are captives, the former is badly battered and unconscious. Ryanne recovers con sciousness and the sight of Fortune in captivity reveals to him the fact that Mahomed Intends to get vengeance on him through the girl. Fortune acknowl edges that she stole the rug from Jones' room. She offers to return It to Mahomed If he will tree all three of them. Ma- 1 homed agrees to liberate Fortune and one of the men in return for the rug. A cour ier is sent to Cairo for the rug. but re turns with the Information that Mrs. Chedsoye and her brother have sailed for 1 New York. Fortune spurns offered free dom a hich does not include her two com pamons. The caravan continues the jour- 4 ney toward Bagdad. Ryanne tells Jones that Mrs. Chedsoye is the most adroit smuggler of the age. and is overheard by I Fortune. The three captives are rescued by Henry Ackermann. who is ia charge of a carpet caravan. Mahomed escapes. I Mrs. Chedsoye 'discovers the absence of Fortune and leaves for New York. taking the girl's ixlongings with her. Through I forged letters Mrs. Chedsoye. the major and thdir accomplices take possession of enes' New York home. CHAPTER XVIII. The Man Who Didn't Care. It was the first of February when i Ackermana's caravan drew into the saelat city of Damascus. That part of the aravan deserted by Mahomed put out for Cairo immediately they I struck the regular camel-way. Fort tone. George and Ryanae were in a pitiable coadition, heart and body weary, to rage and tatters. George, mow that the haven was assured, dropped his for b his ore buoyancy, his prat te. his jests He had done all a mor tal uan could ,to keep up the spirits of his ceuraortunatm ; and e saw that, meet oa the tOe, he had wasted his talets. Ryame, suie sad mW mee, (etes told him to "shut up;" whichl wan't ehibratims. And Ior tame viewed his attempts withut Saeniag them sad frlgeently looked at him without seeag hl. Now, all this was not particularly cosfortlag to the man who loevd her sa was delna what he emd to lbghte the dreas* aee of the Jermey. He made albow eaces, however: beside smfertag un usual giratioe, Portune had had a righttful metal shock. A girl of her depth of character could not he ex plated to le tImediately to the old level. Sometimes, while gathered about the evenalg lre, he would look up to find her sad eyes staring at him. amd it mattefanot It be stared in re tar; a kiad of clairvoyance blurred virbildttee. fr she was generall look Ing Into her garden at Metoe smad woaderng whe this horrible drAm would pass Subjects for cnverse tioe were exhausted t ao tla. Dig as he amlght, George could lad moth toa mew; sa often he recounted the same tale twieko a m u ema. Sar dosi laughter from Rtyame, Achermasa had girv them up as hpeles. He was a strongrvela, dass imueag man. blidly at heart. pow rr, bt impatiet. Wh he told d tery, ie demanded the attentin of all; s, whe nr ianm awea d beleO s ee, sad George drew pletum ta the en sad the girl ell asleep with her had po her bases, he drew of a ptrlty sad hit them to their au devis. e had emossed uad me cmAil the ullsnes. e often that be was meo Ilnger espaMbe a jeimg ceram i another mas mentail pu cusses. Tht they bd bad a seTamge sad mumMb #epeees he m aly umiestoed: but mw pLat ther were eut of doen sad Mabded se the met, sam w me raseo wlhy th slelM met sat Who haerma ba . They ati pat up the aMsl trot r a re bat tihe vet ,f them *t t pIa the msn u ~Dr uim . Omn. ahsw. s ma e e8 the diws was 8gd g L11 the eus. M mae emit the see senm. as ma ped at se, her head W ah--a nme h nds. Be am t he It hat mi he.s a a Ma a ma at k e youe meetes' a's as tanr na he Sd soethin ha bedas a In Damascus the trio presented themselves at the one decent hotel, and but for Ackermann's charges upon the manager, it is doubtful if he would have accepted them as guests; for a more suspicious-looking trio be had never set eyes upon. (A hotel man weighs a person by the quality of his clothes.) Moreover, they carried no luggage. Ackermann went sponsor; and knowing something of the integ rity of the rug-hunter, the manager surrendered. And when George pre sented his letter of credit at the Im perial Ottoman Bank. again it was Ackermann who vouched for him. It had been agreed to say nothing of the character of their adventure. None of them wanted to be followed by cu rious eyes. With a handful of British gold in his pocket, George faced the future hope fully. He took his companions in and about town, hunting the shops for clothing, which after various difficul ties they succeeded in finding. It was ill-fitting and cheap, but it would serve till they reached Alexandria or Naples. "How are you fixed?" asked Ry anne. gloomily surveying George's shoddy cotton-wool suit. "Cash in hand?"' "Yes.' "About four hundred pounds. At Naples I can cable. Do you want any?" "Would you mind advancing me two months' salary ?"' "Ryanne, do you really mean to stick to that proposition?" "It's on my mind just now." "Well, we'll go back to the bank and I'll draw a hundred pounds for you. You can pay your own expenses as we go. But what are we going to do in regard to Fortune?". "we that she gets safely back to Mentone." "Suppose she will not go there?" "It's up to you, Percival; it's all up to you. You're the gay Lochinvar from the west. I'm not sure-no one ever is regarding a woman-but I think shell listen to you. She wouldn't give an ear to a scalawag like me. This caravan business has put me out side the pale. I've lost caste." "You're only desperate and d oour aged; you can pull up straight.' "Much obliged!" "You haven't looked at life normal ly; that's what the matter is." "Solon, you're right. There's that poor devil back in Bagdad. I've killed a man, PercivaL It doesn't mix well in my dreams." "You said that It was In self-de fense." "And God knows it was. But If I hadn't gone after that damned rug, 3 1 rllbruy0. Ym ts~ly Mme te ee.o toThat PrepestIe.? hed hae bee 85" Oady. Ohr dam It aD; eta p he* s the betel ad mime that dl.ah, r th hat b ah WMO th* have. I' pmg to hass a platet rla .r asiW as a sm "A bettie at two wIl l at amy at -t. w.'a esh h.abais Per le4 h~ws whm. we'd hase beas as. i1 bitbr n m matl ai d.amE the 7 i f t w il rlme btu." "Ae wll' be pbs. em eat me eait at theabai rn wtise" P the feet Um, is on, twae'sof s a bad .a it at h.1KWN m.me us 1,s ~W we. .rn evest. ite di eaalrni rn s 6) was evatbl nw1 ever be W e4 avI as ¶bS teerhalt vhs sw · at at a lw muss sot er e ee sp. betle !ai ss atln to waic a- t its sti )slims we.. ewdai .m inm re 1 darts be a isid. ss s'~YY-~--r; IL N, knftL ýi ai ils'i.! a rtis _i 0 D MAGGRAI Aithor 1IDARTS AND P\A$KS MANQ ON 1W BOX t Illustrations kv M.G. KrT COPYRIGHT 1911 by B08BS - ?ERRILL CC~PAN Even Fortune laughed, though Ry anne's ear, keenest then, detected the vague note of hysteria. If the meat was tough, the potatoes greasy, the vegetables flavorless, the wine flat, none of them appeared to be aware of it. If Ackermann could talk he could also cat; and the clatter of forks and knives was the theme rath er than the variation to the symphony. George felt himself drawn deeper and deeper into those tragic waters from which, as In death, there is no return. She was so lonely, so sad and forlorn. that there was as much brother ,,a lover in his sympathy. How patient she had been during all those inconceivable hardships! How brave and steady; and never a mur mur! The single glass of wine had brought the color back to her cheek and the sparkle into her eye; yet he was sure that behind this apparent liveliness lay the pitiful desperation of the helpless. He had not spoken again about old Mortimer. He would wait till after he had sent a long cable. Then he would speak and show her the answer, of which he had not a particle of doubt. As mat ters now stood, he could not tell her that he loved her; his quixotic sense of chivalry was too strong to permit this step, urge as his heart might upon it. She might misfiterpret his love as born of pity, and that would be the end of everything. He was con fident now that Ryanne meant noth ing to her. Her lack of enthusiasm. whenever Ryanne spoke to her in these days; the peculiar horizontality of her lips and brows, whenever Ry anne offered a trifling courtesy--all pointed to distrust. George felt a guilty gladness. After all, why shouldn't she distrust Ryanne? George concluded that be must ac quire patience . She was far too loyal to run away without first giving him warning. In the event of her refus ing Martimer's roof and protection, he knew what his plans would be. Some one else could do the buying for Mor timer & Jones; his business would be to revolve round this lonely girl, to watch and guard her without her be ing aware of it Of what use were riches it he could not put them to whatever use he chose? So he would wait near her, to see that she came and went unmolested, till against that time when she would recognise how futile her efforts were and how wide lam r h elgthwattfl ttheworld m That sour oat hogs? To hi. sid It was pogtwlay warn! that moo - ohermiag .in Iwely .hash be at heast Mro as the whid sad mrdl 1 r as them r. us ethsr had bin .fi g; hb r , wore than ima am tfma a gtin. What a dima als lovd usyat absat im. withost =m Gasegedi a pi u tha. gr am' aIdjst" msvhbiry which' sale Rysinm. huh Nam somma a 4ovr e betwinr o twa - Nb pilot 4 View aib~eil~ with vl tosns's; it was thieiary. ser r les aoromii. hat the .thins Inding It e~mm vry wa h.Me 10ig ~b - ol - 1G me h e N m an have beam gaft a sawlus hsr isit bht mae tlb less he weMd have trwid t chtet the prainmEart b Ms had burnt him eat; he bat Nov ithar the rug ma hs th.meN Pmbf AD thine ..itt 11 . ipd tierugh hiesle, fs laty.a. the glamor r ?= w -d11 0im L Iha r had. h Eeeia us #m mirl Uad, iist . h bs way -ad uuuS u .mw vuba. so Wtthe aft VOY toUY " O I Y !_ fi 1gji2~ hie could send a cable from the hotel. Certainly he could. It took some time to compose the cable to Morti mer; and it required some gold be sides. Mortimer must have a fair view of the case; and George presented it. requesting a reply to be sent to Cook's In 'aples, where they expectrd to be within ten days. "How much will this be?" The porter got out his telegraph book and studied the rates carefully. "Twelve pounds six, sir." The porter greeted each sovereign with a genuflection, the lowest being the twelfth. George pocketed the re ceipt and went in search of Ryanne. But that gentleman was no longer in the billiard-room. Indeed, he had gone quietly to the other hotel and written a cable himself, the code of which was not to be found in any book. For a long time he seemed to be in doubt, for he folded and refold ed his message half a dozen times be fore his actions became decisive. He tore it up and threw the scraps upon the floor and hastened into the street, as if away from temptation. He walked fast and Indirectly, smoking innumerable cigarettes. He was fight ing hard, the evil in him against the good, the chances of the future against the irreclainable past. At the end of an hour he returned to the strange ho tel. His lips were puffed and bleed ing. He had smoked so many ciga rettes and had pulled them so impa tiently from his mouth, that the dry paper had cracked the delicate skin. He rewrote his cable and paid for the sending of it. Then he poked about the unfamiliar corridors till he found the dingy bar. He sat down be fore a peg of whisky, which was fol lowed by many more, each a bit stiffer than its predecessor. At last, when he had had enough to put a normal man's head upon the table or to cover his face with the mask of inanity. Ryanne fell into the old habit of talk ing aloud. "Horace, old top, what's the use? We'd just like to be good if we could, eh? But they won't let us. We'd grow raving mad in a monastery. We were honest at the time, byt we couldn't stand the monotony of watch ing green olives turn purple upon the silvery bough. Nay, nay!" He pushed the glass away from him and studied the air-bubbles as they formed, rose to the surface, and were dissipated. "No matter what the game has been, somehow or other, they've bashed us, and we've lost out." He emptied the glass and ordered another. He and the bartender were alone. "After all, love is like mooer. It's better to live frugally upon the inter est than to squander the capital sad go bankrupt. And who cares, say how?" Ae drank once more, dropped a halt vheerign upon the table, and pushed back his chair. His eyes wee blood shot now, and the brown of his skai had become a slaty tint; bet be walked steadily enough lat the read lag-room, where he wrote a abshort let er. It was not without a perverted sense of humor, for a smile twisted his lips til be had sealed the letter and addressed ti envelope to George Percivtal Algerno Jones. He stffed ft to a pocket and went out whistlg "The Heavy Dragoons" from the opera at "Patime." Before the lighted window of a shop he paused. He swayed a little Prom a pocbet of his new cost he pulled out a glove. It was gray and small and much wrlnkled. From time to time he drew it through his Sagers, staring the while at the tawdry tri-' ets nla the shopwindow. Finally be looked down at the token. He became very stilL A moment passed; then he flung the glove into the gutter, sad proceeded to his owa hotel He the letter wtth the porter, paid his bill, and went out again into the dars, chill nlght. He was now what be had been two moneaths ago, the rsa who did't care CHAPTEII XIX. Fertune Deuiss George and Ptume were seated at breakst. It w arly l oarig. At to they were to depart tar Ju~s. to Surely Had Liking for Dog G uu W lr ut -"- was f p. tur bul*u uu wh uu m o feat. bb Pudemsm ©7i" mmd pa waemd he w~ a -abuMt a USi. MWe" mM yum a"ºet a dugr umk s be' weuld emha Gbahsk dews." "Wwy? 1, It a ismebmiu loq "Ninsh..1 Iwu VO t heaat wet U s kMbu I dus. buss labim' Gut saws yab dlft it wsik a boas' wpop I I - ick It, Oats U I held n tb s dGM wsr fa lG icit mu Ges disk 4.1 Gawg." "DIG he N t be Nil" "They smy be did." 'Tibs mass Is ..wtr akd" Judge ')No, I udmimed," bed= Odc.a O'Utm, "that the mmnt she is talkilag a~t claims the dotg "Ots 4.-r~. Jludio; be 60. D. dawn also.mm Whsem k web a pup Get ww be Iow. vosumg. It you Gael ds t- s " pm asa bw i ft .teft do fro, bom. sad #1· ~ I & kWkri Olm p - b is s w1 ldi a" i''L.ýYY l:: f"1 f.:, `ýr 4fýY.:: ;=_t_ R. ii.ii.!:.!.-:::: .:i ' ·::.. iiiii~i-i' ..;.I1:,: !~: i........ \ - / 1 ...1 -~i · "Is it Bad News?" take the tubby French packet there to Alexandria. They could just about make it, and any delay meant a week or ten days longer upon this ragged and inhospitable coast., "Ryanne has probably overslept After breakfast I'll go and rout him out. The one thing that really tickles me." George continued, as he pared the tough rind from the skinny bacon, "is, we shan't have any luggage. Think of the blessing of traveling without a trunk or a valise or a steamer-roll!" "Without even a comb or a hair brush!" "It's great fun." George broke his toast. And Fortune wondered how she could tell him. She was without any toilet articles. She hadn't even a toothbrush; sad it was quite out of the question for her to bother hila about triles, much as she aneedd them. She would have to live ia the clothes she wore, and trust that the ship's stewardess might help her eat la the absolute eoessitles. Here the ead-waiter bought George a letter. The address was enough for George No one but 31F ana could have written it Without excusing himself, be ripped e the envelope sad read the coemtets. or tune could met relist watNehlg him, for she rap quickly that ly Rysmne could. have writtn a letter here In Damasous. At frat the ia pon George's cheekh darume--the smdds selusim o o blood; the tit be ame lighter, cad the moeth and eyes an nose became stbi. 'I It bad news?" "It all depends upon how you look at It. Fr my part, good riddane to bad rubbish. Heres. read It youreelf. She read: 'My Dear Percival: After alt I -ad that I can not recoaile myself to the dullness of your oilve-grovs. I shall send the ve huandred to you when I reach New York. With me it Is as it was with the devil. When he was sick. he vowed be would be a saint; but when be got well, devil a uslat was he. There used to be a rhyme about it, but I have forgotten that. Anyhow, them you are I feel that I am coceding a poinat aI regard to the money. It ti contrary to the laws sad by-laws of the Baited Romans and Adventure Company to retuad. Still, I Ited to hold myself to It With hale afseettes "RTANNW t "What do you think of that?" de mandpd George hotly. "I newr did a good actiom to my life that wasmt served Il. I'm a soft 4er, f the ever was ems." "Bat yo oue tla't to -hts ove a "Judge, dal alsh msm, e d.s os to nab beasr ea' ay if I duMat sb up datddaws be wlae sr > pa -b hl eR." "INd e ake a a·emt to oll "Noeuat; I ds dabed h m ter teek e; dat dawg be stood lt twist Mb feet, ad hI adsh ashb dreme It dat ma balt teebed a dat dawg would hab shawed his bea o." "Well, I'l have to hie yo for carutg amd wasting to dees out that sIghborhood.-uaMemp News Slon tar. Old ad,New Vielas. Am laterestlag test of the relative merits at old vitlins mad nw was made the other day by the Amercla gelld at vioelists Is seeson at cags. It may be reosled that soe years age somat eapatmat ot the same sort we made la Pais, with the - -pee reselt that Nitans eat sI e w the sort ttb e ew M sed s llam.tmtttt~~~~ttttt mm~~ttt am tll· ' m b "I shall never be ungrateful for your kindness to me." "Oh, hang it! You're different; you're not like any other woman in the world," he blurted; and immedi ately was seized with a mild species of fright. Fortune stirred her coffee and deli cately scooped up the swirling circles of foam. "Old maids call that money," he said understandingly, eager to cover up his boldness. "My mother used to tell me that there were lots da wonders in a tea-cup." "Tell me about your mother." To him it was a theme never lack ing in new expressions. When he spoke of his mother, it altered the clear and boyish note in his voice; it became subdued, reverent He would never be aught than guileless; it was not In his nature to divine any thing save his own Impulses. While he thought he was pleasing her eah teder recollectiom, each praise, was in fbat a sail added to her cruclSles. self-mposed. However, she never lowesed her ees, bt kept them bravey directed into his. In the midst ot eme f hisd pnassyuri he eavt sight o his watch which he aud poaed at the ldi t his plat. "By Jove! quaote to nine w got a errand or two to do, and there's no need o your runnings a feet oR a my aecomut. rll be hee quarter after." He dug ate his po t sad counted out fdI p -ams In paper and gold. "Tao keep ths a I gPt back." She pushed it adds, alf rihg from her chair. "Portane listea. Hemafter I a Georme, your brother Gersge; ani I do not want you ever to quseti ad ation of rine. I am leaving tl moner in case somse r accdet beAr me. You never can tell." He teek her hand and frmly presed it d upon the moaer. "In hali a bear. sister, I'll be back. You did oet tMfl that I was going to ran away r "Do you understand nowr While he was asome-she elau seated at the table. She made MI•S pyramaids the gold. divided the es . dams rom the odd, aurrnasd Mahn" crosses and rles and stars. .. Pity. pltyl Well. why should she w bel against It? Was it not more tbm she had had hitherto? What hshM she do? Shg elosed her eyes. se would trouble her tired brain noa m about the future till they reached Naples. She would let this eose wa drift her bow it would. (TO W3 CONTINU.IM) msts. This Is absrd, of cemru, ! It a Utrederwls masts $o,6 or U1. 000, hew ca it fall to be better the a new rion worth omly a few had dollars or perhaps eas Tet there 1s a beetieal sect which bolds that Uh snrl~tedty at the eld Cream a . ore is a myth, re the Cheaus -, perleat was meant to ettle tat polat. It Uweyed, howevr, taeeml der ter wile the old i~ib s a rule arWe e the hmonrs the Mt phe Stl to a loells ejly three y old. NituteeM m lstrmm ts ware teed, Ineluding a Nlcholas Aatt et 1648 si a JaIobus talwer at 366 Shepherd's Life Net * MrE. W. G. Ayre o Baker a8d tori a um. her of ytars Lknw as the skheep l at estsra Orngs, was at Portland m eostly eo a 'busmesm trip. 'The I*e ats shea p herder has been mah mallgued," be said, "e. cane duritg the summer mouths a t6re delightful lifi In the open sir could not be imagned. This is espe daily true ta Baker coauty, where the. streams are full of trout and qualL are abundant. It is far from belm a hermit's Mir and tie only thlgt agatast the occupation is its namer that for some unkasmw reases hb et l1te dmireqt