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A CRITICAL MOMENT
By George Elmer Cobb.
', (Copyright hy W. G. Chapman.)
j Alan Deane felt in harmony with all
the world, as he left the little vine
embowered cottage where the treas
ure of his heart was bestowed Edna
.Wilton. It was quite dusk. The stars
seemed to sparkle like happy eyes,
y& i MSI
iH if Hi
Gave the Man a Push, And the Latter
Fell to the Ground.
the gentle nightingales sang a sooth
ing melody to his rapturous heart.
"She is mine mine!" whispered
Alan in subdued ecstacy. "Coward
heart! Why did you not urge me to
seek the blissful assurance of her love
In rare humility he accepted the
great gift love had given him. Busi
' ness life had only recently begun for
'Alan and it was decidedly desultory.
He had been disappointed as to secur
ing employment. His, however, was
not a nature to remain waiting or
idle. He picked up the first task that
came to hand. Alan was something
of an artist For a few months he as
sisted a scenic artist in getting up the
scenes for a grand spectacular drama.
This led to his introduction to a
successful manufacturer, who was
making a specialty of his celebrated
"Red Rose Soap." The man had got
the idea of advertising the same on all
the cliff sides he could find in Idaho.
The more inaccessible the place, the
more danng the feat of thus giving
his soap publicly, the more liberally
was he willing to pay.
At a salary that would enable Alan
to set aside enough to begin house
keeping on in a nice way, the latter
was given charge of the expedition. A
wagon, a driver, all the tackle and
other paraphernalia necessary to
swing from lofty heights and scale
great pinnacles were put aboard. The
painting was to be crude, but loud.
The red, red rose was a 10 by 16 daub
of carmine, the lettering white and
30 feet in length, so the great sign
could be read miles away.
With all this arranged and a sure
ty of good money ahead, Alan went
to Edna and proposed. He had hesi
tated before because there was a
rival in the field. There was one
Burt Ridgeway. He had been figur
ing about the town as a young man
of wealth, and had shown Edna mark
ed attentions. Edna had entirely dis
abused Alan's mind of the fear that
she ever dreamed of Ridgeway as a
So, he was very happy as he left
the Wilton home in the early twi
light. He passed' down a hedgerow,
weaving glowing fortunes for the fu
ture. Suddenly at a lonely spot he
heard a suspicious rustle, then quick
footsteps. Alan turned just as some
one fairly leaped-upon him.
"Ridgeway, I've found you at last!"'
was hissed in his ear.
Alan was strong, his assailant no