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Den he gone up to de cupoly an' lef it dab. an' den come down ag'in. Whiles dey all is eatin' he 'nounce th'ee time' dat he goin' be 'way endu'in' de evenin'. Den he gone out de front do' an' out de gates an* down de street. Den, suh, den, sub, 'tain't no mo'n a half 'n 'our ago, Nelse come to me an' say dat he see de boss some roun' de stable, keepin' close in by de shrubbery, an' crope in de ball room winder, w'ich is close to de groun', suh. Nelse 'uz a cleanin' he harness in de back yo'd, an' he let on not to see him, like. Miss Betty, she walkin' in her gyahden an' Miz Tan berry fan' on de po'ch. Nelse, he slip de house whuh de lights ain' lit an' stan' an' listen long time in de liberty at de foot er dem sta'hs, an' he hyuh dat man move, suh! Den Nelse know dat he done crope up to de cupoly room an'an' dat he settin' dah, waitin'! Soze he come an' toW me, an' I beg Miz Tanberry come in de kitchen, an' I shet de do' an' I tole her. An' she sended me hyuh to you, suh. An' if you 'uz a-goin', de good God 'lmighty mus' er kep' you ontel I got hyuh!" "No, I wasn't going." Tom smiled upon her sadly. "I dare say .there's a simpler explanation. Don't you sup pose that if Nelson was right and Mr. Garewe really did come back it was because he did not wish his daughter and Mrs. Tanberry to know thatthat he expected a party of friends, possi bly, to join him there later?" "What he doin' wid dat gun, suh? Nobody goin' play cyahds ner frow dice wid a gun, is dey?" asked Mamie as she rose and walked toward the door. "Oh, that was probably by chance." "No, suh!" she cried vehemently. "An' dem gelmun wouldn' play t'night no way mos' on 'em goin' wid you tomorrer, an' dey sayin' goodby to de'r folks dis evenin', not gamblin'! Miz Tanberry '11 be in a state ermine ontel she hyuh f'um me, an' I goin' hurry back. You won' come dar, suh? I kin tell her dat you say you sutney ain' comin' nigh our neighborhood dis night?" "I had not dreamed of coming, tell her, please. Probably I shall not go out at all this evening. But it was kind of you to come. Good night." He stood with a candle to light her down the stairs, but after she had gone he did not return to the office. Instead, he "went slowly up to his own room, glancing first into Crailey'sthe doors of neither were often lockedto behold a chaos of disorder and unfinished packing. In his own chamber it only remained for him to close the lids of a few big boxes and to pack a small trunk which he meant to take with him to the camp of the state troops and he would be ready for departure. He set about this task and, concluding that there was no necessity to wear his uniform on the steamboat, decided to place it in the trunk and went to the bed where he had folded and left it It was not there nor did a thor ough search reveal it anywhere in the room. Yet no one could have stolen it, for when he had gone down to the office Crailey had remained on this floor. Mamie had come within a few minutes after Crailey went out, and during his conversation with her the office door had been open no one could have passed without being seen. Also, a thief would have taken other things as well as the uniform, and surely Crailey must have heard Crailey would Crailey Then Tom remembered the figure in the long cloak and the military cap and with a sick heart began to under stand. He had read the Journal, and he knew why Crailey might wish to masquerade in a major's uniform that night. If Miss Carewe read it, too, and a strange wonder rose in her mind, this and a word would convince her. Tom considered it improbable that the wonder would rise, for circumstances had too well established her in a mis take, trivial and ordinary enough at first, merely the. confusing of two names by a girl new to the town, but so strengthened by every confirmation Crailey's wit could compass that she would no doubt only set Cummings' paragraph aside as a newspaper error. Still Crailey had wished to be on the safe side. Tom sighed rather bitterly. He was convinced that the harlequin would come home soon, replace the uniform (which was probably extremely becom ing to him, as they were of a height and figure much the same) and after ward in his ordinary dress would sally forth to spend his last evening with Fanchon. Tom wondered how Crailey would feel and what he would think about himself while he was changing his clothes, but he remembered his partner's extraordinary powers of men tal adjustment, and for the first time in bis life Vanrevel made no allowance for the other's temperament, and there came to him a moment when he felt that he could almost dislike Crailey Gray. At all events, he would go out until Crailey had come and gone again, for he had no desire to behold the mas querader's return. So he exchanged bis dressing gown for a coat, fastened his collar and had begun to arrange bis cravat at the mirror when sudden ly the voice of the old negress seemed to sound close beside him in the room: "He's settin' dahwaitin'!" The cravat was never tied. Tom's hands dropped to bis sides as he start ed back from the staring face In the mirror. Robert Carewe was waiting,! and Crailey All at once there was' but one vital necessity in the world for' Tom Vanrevel that was to find Crailey. He must go to Crailey even! in Carewe's own house. He must go/ to Crailey! He dashed down the stairs and Into, the street. The people were making a' great uproar la front of the hotel, ex- ploding bombs, firing muskets In the air, sending up rockets, and, rapidly crossing the outskirts of the crowd, he passed into Carewe street unnoticed. Here the detonations were not so deaf ening, though the little steamboat at the wharf was contributing to the con fusion with all in her power, screeching simultaneously approval of the celebra tion and her last signals of departure. At the first corner Tom had no more than left the sidewalk when he* came within a foot of being ridden down by two horsemen who rode at so desperate a gallop that, the sound of their hoof beats being lost in the uproar from Main street, they were upon him before he was aware of them. He leaped back with an angry shout to know who they were that they rode so wildly. At the same time a sharp explosion at the foot of the street sent a red flare over the scene, a flash, gone with such incredible swiftness into re newed darkness that he saw the flying horsemen almost as equestrian statues illumined by a flicker of lightning, but he saw them with the same distinct ness that lightning gives and recogniz ed the former as Robert Carewe, and in the instant of that recognition Tom knew what had happened to Crailey Gray, for he saw the truth in the ghast ly face of his enemy. Carewe rode stiffly, like a man frozen upon his horse, and his face was like that of a frozen man, his eyes glassy and not fixed upon his course, so that it was a deathly thing to see. Once, long ago, Tom had seen a man riding for his life, and he wore this same look. The animal bounded and swerv ed under Vanrevel's enemy In the mad rush down the street, but he sat rigid, bolt upright in the saddle, his face set to that look of coldness. The second rider was old Nelson, who rode with body crouched forward, his eyeballs like shining porcelain set in ebony and his arm like a flail, cruelly lashing his own horse and his master's with a heavy whip. "De steamboat!" he shouted hoarse ly, bringing down the lash on one and then on the other. "De steamboat, de steamboat! Fo' God's sake, honey, de steamboat!" They swept into Main street, Nelson leaning far across to the other's bridle and turning both horses toward the river, but before they had made the corner Tom Vanrevel was running with all the speed that was in him toward his enemy's house. The one block be tween him and that forbidden ground seemed to him miles long, and he felt that he was running as a man in a dream and at the highest pitch of ago nized exertion, covering no space, but only working the air in one place, like a treadmill. All that was in his mind, heart and soul was to reach Crailey. He had known by the revelation of Carewe's face in what case he would find his friend, but as he ran he put the knowledge from him with a great shudder and resolved upon incredulity in spite of his certainty. All he let himself feel was the heed to run, to run until he found Crailey, who was somewhere in the darkness of the trees about the long, low house on the cor ner. When he reached the bordering hedge he did not stay for gate or path, but with a loud shout hurled himself half over, half through, the hedge, like a bolt from a catapult. Lights shone from only one room in the house, the library, but as he ran toward the porch a candle flickered in the hall, and there came the sound of a voice weeping with terror. At that he called more desperately upon his incredulity to aid him, for the voice was Mrs. Tanberry's. If it had been any other than she who sob bed so hopelessly, she who was al ways steady and strong! If he could Beside him Ttnelt Miss Betty. be would have stopped to pray now before he faced her and the truth, but bis flying feet carried him on. "Who is it?" she gasped brokenly from the hall. "Mamie, have you brought him?" "Ifs 1!" he cried as he plunged through the doorway. "It's Vanrevel!" Mrs. Tanberry set the iron candle stick dawn upon the table with a crash. "You've come too late!" she sobbed. "Another man has taken your death on himself." He reeled back against the wall. "O God!" he said. "Crailey!" "Yes," she answered. "It's the poor vagabond that you loved so well." Together they ran through the hall to the library. Crailey was Jying on the long sofa, his eyes closed, bis head like a piece of carven marble, the gay uniform in which he had tricked him self out so gallantly open at the throat and his white linen stained with a few, little splotches of red. Beside him knelt Miss Betty* holding, her lace handkerchief upon his breastt She was as white as he and as mo tionless, sa that as she knelt there, Immovable, beside him, her arm, like' THE PRINCETON TTNTON: THURSDAY, MARCH 29, 1906. alabaster, across his breast, they might have been a sculptor's group. The handkerchief was stained a little, like 'the linen, and, like it, too, stained but a little. Near Ly on the floor stood a flask of brandy and a pitcher of wa ter. "You!" Miss Betty's face showed no change nor even a faint surprise as her eyes fell upon Tom Vanrevel, but her lips soundlessly framed the word. "You!" Tom flung himself on his knees be side her. "Crailey!" he cried in a sharp voice that had a terrible shake in it. "Crai ley! Crailey, I want you to hear me!" He took one of the limp hands in his and began to chafe it, while Mrs. Tan berry grasped the other. "There's still a movement in the pulse," she faltered. "Still!" echoed Tom roughly. "You're mad! You made me think Crailey was dead! Do you think Crailey Gray is going to die? He couldn't, I tell you he couldn't. You don't know him! Who's gone for the doctor?" He dash ed some brandy upon his handkerchief and set it to the white lips. "Mamie. She was here in the room with me when it happened." 'Happened! Happened!' he mock ed her furitfusly. 'Happened' is a beautiful word!" "God forgive me!" sobbed Mrs. Tan berry. "I was,sitting in the library, and Mamie had just come from you, when we heard Mr. Carewe shout from the cupola room, 'Stand away from my daughter, Vanrevel, and take this like a dog!' Only that, and Mamie and ran to the window, and we saw kJrough the dusk a man in uniform leap back from Miss Bettythey were in the little open space near the hedge. He called out something and waved his hand, but the shot came at the same time, and he fell. Even then I was sure, in spite of what Mamie had said, I was as sure as Robert Carewe was, that it was you. He came and took one lookand sawand then Nelson brought the horses and made him mount and go. Mamie ran for the doc tor, and Betty and I carried-Crailey in. It was hard work." Miss Betty's hand had fallen from Crailey's breast where Tom's took its place. She rose unsteadily to her feet and pushed back the hair from her forehead, shivering convulsively as she looked down at the motionless figure on the sofa. "Crailey!" said Tom, in the same angry, shaking voice. "Crailey, you've got to rouse yourself! This won't do you've got to be a man! Crailey!" He was trying to force the brandy through the tightly clinched teeth. "Crailey!" "Crailey?" whispered Miss Betty, leaning heavily on the back of a chair. "Crailey?" She looked at Mrs. Tanber ry with vague interrogation, but Mrs. Tanberry did not understand. "Crailey!" It was then that Crailey's eyelids fluttered and slowly opened and his wandering glance, dull at first, slowly grew clear and twinkling as it rested on the ashy, stricken face of his best friend. "Tom," he said feebly, "it was worth the price to wear your clothes just once!" And then at last Miss Betty saw and understood, for not the honest gentle man whom every one except Robert Carewe held in esteem and affection, not her father's enemy, Vanrevel, lay before her with tlie death wound in his breast for her sake, but that other, Crailey Gray, the ne'er-do-weel and light o' loveCrailey Gray, wit, poet and scapegrace, the well beloved town scamp. He saw that she knew, and as his brightening eyes wandered up to her he smiled faintly. "Even a bad dog likes to have his day," he whispered. CHAPTER XIX. W ILL CUMMINGS had abandon ed the pen for the sword until such time as Santa Anna should cry for quarter, and had left the office in charge of an im ported substitute, but late that night he came to his desk once more to write the story of the accident to Corporal Gray, and the tale that he wrote had been already put into writing by Tom Vanrevel as it fell from Crailey's lips after the doctor had come, so that none might doubt it. No oae did doubt it. What reason had Mr. Carewe to injure Crailey Gray? Only five in Rouen knew the truth, for Nelson had gone with his master, and, except Mamie, the other servants of the Carewe house hold had been among the crowd in front of the Rouen House when the shot was fired. So the story went over the town how Crailey had called to say goodby to Mrs. Tanberry how Mr. Carewe hap pened to be examining the musket his father had carried in 1812 when the weapon was accidentally discharged, the ball entering Crailey's breast how Mr. Carewe, stricken with remorse and horror over this frightful misfortune and suffering too severe anguish of mind to remain upon the scene of the tragedy which his carelessness had made, had fled, attended by his serv ant, and how they had leaped aboard the evening boat as it was pulling out and were now on their way down the river. And this was the story, too, that Tom told Fanchon, for it was he who brought her to Crailey. Through the long night she knelt at Crailey's side, his hand al ways pressed to her breast or cheek, her eyes always upward and her lips moving with her prayers, not for Crai ley to be spared, but that the Father would take good care of him in heaven till she came. "I had already given bim up," she said to Tom meekly In a small voice. "I knew it was to come, and perhaps this way is better than thatI thought it would be far away from me. Now I can be with him, and perhaps I shall have him a Httle, longer, far he was to have gone away before aoon." The morning sun rose upon a fair world, gay with bird chatterings from the big trees of the Carewe place and pleasant with the odors of Miss Betty's garden, and Crailey, lying upon the bed of the man who had shot him, hearkened and smiled goodby to the summer he loved and, when the day broke, asked that the bed be moved so that he might lie close by the window. It was Tom who had borne him to that room. "I have carried him before this," he said, waving the others aside. Not long after sunrise, when the bed bad been moved near the window, Crai ley begged Fanchon to bring him a miniature of his mother which he had given her and urged her to go for it herself. He wanted no hands but hers to touch it, he said. And when she bad gone he asked to be left alone with Tom. "Give me your hand, Tom," he said faintly. "I'd like to keep hold of it a minute or so. I couldn't have said that yesterday, could I, without causing us both horrible embarrassment? But I fancy I can now because I'm done for. That's too bad, isn't it? I'm very young, after all. Do you remember what poor Andre Chenier said as he welit up to be guillotined?'There were things in this head of mine!' But I want to tell you what's been the mat ter with me. It was just my being a bad sort of poet. I suppose that I've never loved any one, yet I've cared more deeply than other men for every lovely thing I ever saw, and there's so little that hasn't loveliness hi it. I'd be ashamed not to have cared for the beauty in all the women I've made love tobut about this onethe most beautiful of allI" "She will understand," said Tom quickly. "She willyesshe's wise and good. If Fanchon knew, there wouldn't be even a memory left to her, and I don't think she'd live. And, do you know, I believe I've done a favor for Miss Bet ty in getting myself shot. Carewe will never come back. Tom, was ever a man's knavery so exactly the architect of his own destruction as mine? And for what gain? Just the excitement of the comedy from day to day, for she was sure to despise me as soon as she knew, and the desire to hear her voice say another kindly thing to me, and the everlasting perhaps in every wom an, and this Que the heart's desire of all the world! Ah, well! Tell meI want to hear it from youhow many hours does the doctor say?" "Hours, Crailey?" Tom's hand twitch ed pitifully in the other'* feeble grasp. "I know it's only a few." "They're all fools, doctors!" exclaim ed Vanrevel fiercely. "No, no. And I know that nothing can be done. You all see it, and you want me to go easily, or you wouldn't let me have my own way so much. It frightens me, I own up, to think that so soon I'll be wiser than the wisest in the world. Yet I always wanted to know. I've sought and I've sought but now to go out alone on the search it must be the search, for the Holy GrailI" "Please don't talk," begged Tom in a broken whisper, "for mercy's sake, lad. It wears on you so." Crailey laughed weakly. "Do youAKTHTXR think I could die peacefully without talking a great deal? There's one thing I want, TomI want to see all of them once more, all the old friends that are going down the river at noon. What harm could it do? I want them to come by here on their way to the boat, with the band and the new flag. But I want the band to play cheerfully! Ask 'em to play 'Rosin the Bow,' will you? I've never believed in mournful ness, and I don't want to see any of it now. It's the rankest impiety of all! And, besides, I want to see them as they'll be when they come marching homethey must look gay!" "Ah, don't, lad, don't!" Tom flung one arm about the other's shoulder, and Crailey was silent, but rested his hand gently on his friend's head. In that at titude Fanchon found them when she came. The volunteers gathered at the court house two hours before noon. They met each other dismally, speaking in undertones as they formed in lines of four, while their dispirited faces show ed that the heart was out of them. Not so with the crowds of country folk and townspeople who lined the streets to see the last of them, for these, when the band came marching down the street and took its place, set up a royal cheering that grew louder as Jefferson Bareaud, the color bearer, carried the flag to the head of the procession. With the recruits marched the veterans of 1812 and the Indian wars, the one legged cobbler stumping along beside General Trumble, who looked very de jected and old. The lines stood in silence and responded to the cheering by quietly removing their hats, so that the people whispered that it was more like an Odd Fellows' Sunday funeral than the departure of enthusiastic pa triots for the seat of war. General Trumble's was not the only sad face In the ranks. All were downcast and nerv ous, even those of the lads from the country, who had not known the com rade they were to leave behind. Jefferson unfurled the flag. Marsh gave the word of command, the band began to play a quickstep, and the pro cession moved forward down the cheer ing lane of people, who waved little flags and handkerchiefs and threw their hats in the air as they shouted but, contrary to expectation, the parade was not directly along Main street to the river., "Right. wheel! March!" commanded Tappingham hoarsely, waving his sword, and Jefferson led the way Into Carewe street. 'Tor God's sake, don't cry now!" and Tappingham with* a large drop streak hag down his own cheek turned savage ly upon Lieutenant Cummings. "That Isn't what he wants. He, wants to see OS looking cheering and smiling. We can do it for him this once. I guess! I never saw him any other way." "You look very smiling yourself!" snuffled Will. "I will when we turn in at the gates," retorted the captain. "On my soul I swear I'll kill every sniffling Idiot that doesn't! In line, there!" he stormed ferociously at a big recruit. The lively strains of the band and the shouting of the people grew louder and louder in the room where Crailey lay. His eyes glistened as he heard, and he smiled, not the old smile of the worldly prelate, but merrily, like a child when music is heard. The room was darkened, save for the light of the one window which fell softly upon his head and breast and upon another fan head close to his, where Fanchon knelt. In the shadows at one end of the room were Miss Betty and Mrs. Tanberry and Mrs. Bareaud and the white hair ed doctor who had said, "Let him have his own way in all he asks." Tom stood alone, close by the head of the couch. "Hail to the band!" Crailey chuckled softly. "How the rogues keep the time! It's 'Rosin the Bow,' all right! Ah, that is as it should be. Mrs. Tan berry, you and I have one thing in common, if you'll let me flatter my self so far. We've always believed in good cheer, you and I, eh? The best of things, even if things are bad, dear lady, eh?" [TO BE CONTINUED.] Chicago's superintendent of free em ployment says: "The forty-five year limit has gone by the board. We get lots of calls for men over fifty years of age." Now we know that Dr. Osier hurried home from England just to look after the fences of his forty year age limit theory. John Bull has always been a consist ent foe to human bondage and should waste no time in getting after that slave trade now said to exist among the Indians of British Columbia. Holland, the inventor, predicts that men will fly within this current year. But in 1900 Mr. Tesla, also an inventor, was going to be talking with Mara within twelve months. First publication Mar. 22.1906. Notice of Mortgage Foreclosure Sale. Whereas, default has been made in that cer tain mortgage made by Frank C. GeigeT to Home Land Company, bearing date October 25th, 1904, and recorded in the office of the reg ister of deeds of Mille Lacs county, Minnesota November 9th, 1904, at one o'clock p. m.. in book "S" of mortgages on page 440, and there is now due thereon the sum of four hundred and ninety-seven and 60-100 dollars ($497 60), with interest at seveD per cent (7%) from date. Now, therefore, notice is hereby given, that said mortgage will be foreclosed by a sale of the premises therein described, namely: The southeast quarter (SE4 and the east half (E}4) of the southwest quarter (SW3) of sec tion twenty-two (22). in township forty (40) range twenty-six (26), in said Mille Lacs county, by the sheriff of said county, on Wed nesday, the 9th day of May, A. D. 1906, at three o'clock in the afternoon, at the front door of the court house in Princeton, in said county to pay said debt and the costs and disbursements of this foreclosure, together with twenty-five dollars (525 00) attorney's fees, all according to the statute in such case made and provided Dated March 14th. 1906. HOME LAND COMPANY B. WHITNBV, Mortgagee Attorney for Mortgagee. No. 4 South 4th St., Minneapolis, Minn First publication Mar. 8.19C0. Summons. STATE OF MINNESOTA, 1 County of Mille Lacs. ss District Court. Seventh Judicial District. Charles H. Rines. Plaintiff. vs. Hollis Smith, also all other persons or parties unknown claiming any right, ti tie, estate, lien or interest in the real estate described in the complaint here- I in. Defendants. The State of Minnesota, to the above named defendants: You are hereby summoned and required to answer the complaint of the plaintiff in the above entitled action, which complaint has been filed in the office of the clerk of said district court, at the village of Princeton, county of Mille Lacs and state of Minnesota, and to serve a copy of your answer to said complaint on the subscriber at his office in the village of Prince ton, in the county of Mille Lacs, within twenty (20) days after service of this summons upon you exclusive of the day of such service: and if you fail to answer the said complaint within the time aforesaid, the plaintiff in this action will apply to the court for the relief demanded in said complaint, together with plaintiff's costs and disbursements herein. CHARLES KEITH, Plaintiff's Attorney, Princeton, Minn. Notice of Lis Pendens. STATE OF MINNESOTA. I County of Mille Lacs. District Court, Seventh Judicial District. Charles H. Rines, Plaintiff, vs. Hollis Smith, also all other persons or parties unknown claiming any right, title, estate. Hen or interest in the real I estate described in the complaint here in. Defendants. Notice is hereby given, that an action has been commenced in this court by the above named plaintiff against the above named de fendants: that the object of said action is to determine the adverse claim of the defendants, and each and all of them, and the rights of the parties respectively herein in and to the real estate hereinafter described and asking that said adverse claim of the defendants, and each of them, may be adjudged by the court null and void, and that the title of said real estate may be adjudged and decreed to be in the plaintiff, and that the premises affected by said action, situated in the county of Mille Lacs and state of Minnesota, are described as follows The south half of the southwest quarter of sec tion twenty (20) in township thirty-seven (37) range twenty-six (28). CHABI.ES KEITH, Plaintiff's Attorney, Princeton, Minn. SS. (First publication Mar. 1,1906.) Summons. STATE OF MINNESOTA. I County of Mine Lacs. District Court, Seventh Judicial District. First National Bank of Princeton. Plaintiff vs. Peter S. Robideau, Defendant. The State of Minnesota, to the above named defendant: You are hereby summoned and required to answer the complaint of the plaintiff in the above entitled action,which is filed in the office of the clerk of the district court of the Seventh judicial district in ana for the county of Mine Lacs and state of Minnesota, and to serve a copy of your answer to the said complaint on "i the subscriber, at his office in the village of 5 Princeton in. said county, within twenty days 7. after the service of this summons upon you 4 exclusive of the day of such, service and if you *-r fail to answer the said complaint within the *3 time aforesaid, the plaintiff in this action win S take judgment against you for the sum of eighty dollars, with interest at the rate of 10- per cent per annum from the second day of-V* July, 1904, together with the costs and dis bursements of this action. *-y% CHABLES KEITH, Sj Plaintiff Attorney, Princeton, Minn, .4 I) 5. -t a ja