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III i : 1 , 1 RESPONSIBILITY. Out ot the window my bird doth fly,' far beypnd reaoh of my vision's strain, Boldly be Balls to the bright, blue sky, Yet will he come back to me again Sack to my loving and outstretched hand, Sack to my nurture and my oommand Without a sigh I see him fly, Jle will come to me by and byl Out from my bosom a thought doth fly, . or the ocean It sails afar, Where blooming shores In sweet rapture lie, Through the wide bearens from star to star, Or, midst the shades of the silent land, Tfet heeds my bidding and my oommand. , I ask not why It seeks to fly, It will oome baok to me by and by I ' Out from the precious and soanty dole Time measures me, golden moments fly, pwlf t they speed to their destined goal. Bearing each lost opportunity. Plown are the winged and shining band, Nerer to hoarken to my oommand. Shall I ask whyf We must, for aye, Meet in eternity by and byl Zl tUa Cooke, In Yocth Companion, CHAPTER II Coirrnrcsn. " "At the presont moment I am en camped in a spot where, in all proba bility, I shall remain for days. I came upon it quite by accident about mid day yesterday, when on my way to the market town of Pencroes; or, rather, .when I imagined that I was going ihlther, while I had, in reality, after hesitating at three oross-roads, taken the road which led exactly in the op posite direction. The way was deso late and dreary beyond measure stretches of morass and moorland on every side, occasionally rising into heathery knolls or hillocks, or strewed with huge pieces of stone like the moors of Cornwall. Presently the open moorland ended, and we entered a re gion of sandy hillocks, sparsely orna mented here and there with long, harsh grass. If one could imagine the waves .of the ocean, at some moment of wild agitation, suddenly frozen to stillness, and retaining intact these tempestuous forms, it would give some idea ot the hillocks I am describing. They rose on every side of the road, completely shutting out the view, and their pale, livid yellowness, scarcely relieved with a glimpse of greenness, was wearisome and lonely in the extreme. As we ad vanced among them, the road we were pursuing grew worse and worse, till it became so choked and covered with drift and sand as to be scarcely recog nizable, and I need hardly say that it was hard work for one horse to pull the caravan along; more than once, in deed, the wheels fairly stuck, and Tim and I had to pull with might and main to get them free. '"We had proceeded in this manner ' for some miles, and I was beginning to ielize the fact that we were out of our reckoning, when, suddenly emerg ing from between two sand hills, I saw tt wide stretch of green meadow land, Batiiku kuuahrapsi.io. Iand beyond it a glorified piece of water. The sun was shining brightly, the water sparkled liko a mirror, calm as glass, and without a breath. As we aniwamd a lnrirn rutrnn rohe from the j spot on the waterside where he had ' been standing , " Btlll as a stono, without a sound. i Above his dim blue shade I and sailed leisurely away. Around the , lake, which was about a mile in clr- J i u inference, the rood ran winding till ' It reached the further side, where more I I and hills began) but between these 1 I sand hills I caught a sparkling glimpse I rJ mnrtt water, and ((raided to mv con clusion by the red sail of a fishing null fnat crllmmerinc on the horizon ' line) I knew that furthor water was the sea. "The spot had all the attraction of complete desolation, oombined with the charm which always, to my mind, pertains to lakes and lagoons. Eager M a boy or a loosened retriever I ran. oross the meadow and found the grass long and green, and sown with Innumerable erowsfoot flowers; under neath the green was sand again, but Voik. It rrl Immoral Ilk O-nld-dtut. A I ' y reached the sedges on the lake-side a I ' teal rose. In full summer plumage, f- wheeled swiftly round the lake, then I returnlnir snlaehed down boldly and swam within a stone's throw of the shore.;,' when,, peering 'through the ruthesi I caught a glimpse of his mate, paddling anxiously along with eight little fluffs of down behind her. Then, outside the sedges, I saw the golden shlold of water broken by the drcles of rising trout. It was too , nuch. I hastened back to the cars vwi and informed Tim that I had no Intention of going any further that daj, at least, ,..sii .!: 70 here wo have been sine yester day and, up to this, have not set yes tipon a single adhl. Such peace and quotness is a foretaste of Paradise. Asthis is the most satUfactory da; I hs-eyet spent In iny pllgrlmifge , al thogh It bears, at the same tune, a faroly UUorif ss to the othor days of i a Vit t niiincA tuft 1 11(7 N ft dowi verbatim ftorUtim, and ehrono- logically, the manner In which I occu pied myself from dawn to sunset. "0 a. m. Wake and see that Tim has already disappeared and folded up his hammock. Observe the morning sun looking in with a fresh, cheery coun tenance at the window. Turn over again with a yawn, and go to sleep for another five minutes. '7:15 a. m. Wake again, and dis cover, by looking at my watch, that, instead of five minutes, I have slept an hour and a quarter. Spring up at once and slip on shirt and trousers; then pass out, barefooted, into the open air. No sign ot Tim, but a fire is lighted close to the caravan, which shadows it from the rays of the morning sun. Stroll down to the lake and, throwing off what garments I wear, prepare for a bath. Cannot get out for a swim on account of the reeds. The bath over, return and finish my toilet In the cara van. '8 a. m. Tim has reappeared. lie has been right down to the seashore, a walk ot about two miles and a half, lie informs me to my disguBt that there is some sort of a human settle ment there, and a life-boat station. lie has brought book in his baglet, as specimens of the local products, a doz en newlald eggs, some milk and a loaf of bread. The last, I observe, Is in a fossil state. I ask who sold it him. lie answers, William Jones. "8:30 a. m. We breakfast splendid ly. Even the fossil loaf yields susten ance, after it is cut up and dissolved in hot tea. Between whiles Tim in forms me that the settlement down yonder is, in his opinion, a poor sort ot place. There are several whitewashed cottages and a large, roofless house, for all the world like a churoh. Devil the cow or pig did he see at all, barrin' a few hens. Any boats, I ask? Yes, one, with the bottom knocked out, be longing to William Jones. Tim has got this name so pat that my curiosity begins to be aroused. Who the deuce is William jonesr Sure, thin,' says Tim, 'he's the man that lives down beyant, by the sea,' I demand, somewhat irritably, if the place contains only one inhabitant? Devil another did Tim see, he explains barrin' William Jones. "9:30 a. m. Start painting in the open air, under the shade of a large white cotton umbrella. i'aint on tui 1p.m. "1 p. m. Take a long walk among the sand hills, avoiding the settlement beyond the lake. Don't want to meet any of the aboriginals, more particu larly William Jones. Walking here is like running up and down Atlantic bil lows, assuming said billows to be solid; now I am lost in the trough of the sand, now I re-emerge on the crest of the solid wave. Amusing, but fatiguing. Suddenly a hare starts from under my feet and goes leisurely away. I re member an old amusement ot mine in the west of Ireland, and I track Puss by her footprints now olearly and beautifully printed in the soft sand of the hollows, now more faintly marked on the harder sides of the ridges. The sun blazes down, the refraction of the heat from the sand la overpowering, the air Is quivering, sparkling and pulsating, as if full of innumerable sand crystals. A horrible croak from overhead startles me, and, looking up, I 'see an enormous raven, wheeling along in circles and searching the ground for mice or other prey. "Looking at my watch, I find I have been toiling in the sandy wilderness for quite two hours. Time to get back and dine. Climb the nearest hillock, and look round to discover where lam. Can see nothing but the sandy billows on every side, and am entirely at a loss which way to go. At lost, after half an hour's blind wandering, stumble by scotdent on tho road by the lakeside and see the caravan In the distance. "4 p. in. Dinner. Iloiled potatoes, boiled eggs, fried bacon. Tim's cook ing Is primitive, but I could devour anything even William Jones' fossil bread. I asked if any human being has visited the camp. 'Sorra one,' Tim says, looking rather disappointed. Ho has got to feel himself a publlo char acter, and misses the homage ot the vulgar. "Paint again till six p. m. "A beautiful sunset. The sand hills grow rosy in the light, the lake doop ens from crimson to purple, the moon comes out like a silver sickle over the sandy sea. A thought seizes me as the shadows Increase. Now is the time to entice the pink trout from their depths In the lake. I get out my fish ing rod and line, and, stretching two or three flies whloh seem suitable, pre pare for action. My rod Is only a small, single-handed one, and is difficult to cast beyond the sedges, but the flsh are rising thickly out In the tranquil pools, and, determined not to be beat en, I wade In to the knees. Ilalf a dozen trout, each about the size of a small herring, reward my nterprize. When I have oaptured them, the moon Is high up above the sand-hills, and it is quite dark. "Such is the chronicle of the past day. By the light ot my lamp Inside the caravan I have written It a own. It has been all very tranquil and un eventful, but very delightful, and a day to be marked with a white stone, In one respect that from dawn to sun set I have not set eyes on a human be ing, except my servant. ' "Stop, thought I am wrong. Just as I was returning from my piscatorial excursion to the lake, I saw, passing along the road In the dlreotlon of the sea, a certain solitary horseman, who accosted me not too civilly on the road side the night before last ; lie scowled at me in passing, and, of course, recog nized me by the aid of the caravan. Ills name Is Monk, of Monkshurst, and he seems to be pretty well monarch of all he surveys. I have an impression that Mr. Monk, of Monkshurst, and myself are destined to be better, or worse, acquainted," ; I lis. I v CHArTEB III MATT xtAKxa heb vtBBT, AjPFE a BA9CK-, Eureka! I have had an aHveuture at last; and yet, after all, what am I talking about? It is no adventure at all, but only a commonplace incident I This Is how it happened: . . . "I was seated this morning before my easel, but in open air, painting busily, when I thought I heard a movement behind me. "I should have premised, by the way, that Tim had gone oft on another ex cursion into the Jones territory, on the quest for more eggs and milk. . . "I glanced over my shoulder and saw, peering round the corner of my white sun-shade a pair ot large, eager eyes fixed not upon me, but upon the canvas I was painting. "Not in the least surprised, I thought to myself: .'At lostl The caravan has exercised its spell upon the district, and the usual audience is beginning to gather.' So I went tranquilly on with my work and paid no more attention. "Presently, howevor, fatigued with my work, I indulged in a great yawn, and rose to stretch myself. I then per ceived that my audience was more select than numerous, consisting of only one Individual a young person in a Welsh chimney-pot hat Closer observation showed me that said hat was set on a head of closely-cropped, curly blaok hair, beneath which there shone a brown, boyish face freckled with sun and wind, a pair of bright, blaok eyes and a laughing mouth, with two rows of the whitest of teeth. But the face, though boyish, did not belong to a boy. The young person was dressed in an old cotton gown, had a colored woolen shawl or scarf thrown over the shouldem. and wore "vat 1 ask whers you CAME THO?" thick woolen stockings and rough shoes, the latter many sizes too large. The gown was too short for the wearer, who had evidently outgrown it; it reached only just below the knee, and, when the young person moved, one caught a glimpse of something very much resembling a dilapidated garter. "The young person's smile was so bright and good humored that I found myself answering it with a friendly nod. s " 'How are you? I said, gallantly. 1 hope you're quite well.' "She nodded In reply, and, stooping down, plucked a long blade of grass which she placed in her mouth and be gan to nibble bashfully, I thought. " 'May I ask you whore you came from?1 I said. 'I mean, where do you liver "Without speaking, she stretched out her arm and pointed across the lake in the direction of the sea. I could not help noticing the'n, as an artist, that the sleeve ot her gown was loose and torn, and that her arm was round and well formed, and her hand, though rough and sunburnt, quite genteelly small. " 'If it Is not Inquisitive, may I ask your name?' " 'Matt,' was the reply. " 'Is that all? What Is your other name? " 'I've got no other name. I'm Matt, lam.' "'Indeed! Do your parents live here?" " 'Got no parents,' was the reply. " 'Your relations, then. You belong to some one, I suppose? " 'Yes,' she answered, nibbling rap idly. I belong to Willium Jones.' " 'Oh, to him,' I said, feeling as fa miliar with the name as if I had known it all my life. 'But he's not your father?' "She shook her head emphatically. " 'But ot course he s a relation?" "Another shako of the head. "'But you belong to him?" I said, considerably puzzled. 'Where were you born?' "'I wasn't born at all,' answered Matt 'I come ashore.' "This was what the immortal Dick Swlveller would have called a 'stag gerer.' I looked at the girl again, in specting her curiously from top to toe. Without taking her eyes from mine she stood on one leg bashfully and fidgeted with the other foot She was certainly not bad looking, though evi dently a very rough diamond. Even the extraordinary headgear became her well. " 'I know what you was doing there,' she cried, suddenly, pointing to my easel. 'You was palntingl' "The discovery not being a brilliant one, I took no trouble to eonflnri It; but Matt thereupon walked over to the canvas, and, stooping dewn, examined it with undisguised curiosity. Present ly she glanoed again at me. " 'I know what this Is!' she cried, pointing. It's water. And that's the sky. And that's trees. - And these here' for a moment sh seemed in doubt, but added, hastily 'pigs.' "Now, as the subject represented a flock of sheep huddling together close to a pond on a rainy eommon, this sug gestion was not over complimentary to my artistio skill.. I , was on the point of correcting my astute crltio, when she added, after a moment's fur ther inspection: ... '.,- .,.... " 'No, they're sheep. Look ye now, I lrnntvt Tkpv're sheer.' 1 " 'Pray don't touch the paint, 1 sug gested, approaching her in some alarm. ... , 1 1 , - IV IS WC( BUU VUWOB UU- , ... VShe drew back cautiously j and then J ss a preliminary to further conversa tion sat down oa the grass, giving me further occasion to remark her length and shapeliness at limb. There was a free-and-easiness, not to say boldness, about her manner, tempered though it was with gusts of bashfulness, which began to amuse me. " 'Can you paint faces?' she asked, dubiously. "I replied that I could even aspire to that accomplishment, by which I un derstood her to mean portrait-paint ing, 11 need wero. She gave a quiet nod of satisfaction. ' 'There was a painter chap who came to Aberglyn last summer, and he painted William Jones.' " 'indeed' 1 said, with an assump tion of friendly interest " 'Yes. I wanted him to paint me. but he wouldn't He painted William Jones' father, though, along o' William Jones.' 'This with an air of unmistakable disgust and recrimination. I looked at the girl more observantly. It had never occurred to me till that moment that she would make a capital picture just the sort of 'Btudy which would fetch a lair price in the market I adopted her free-and-easy manner, which was contagious, and sat down on the grass opposite to her. " 'I'll tell you what It la, Matt,' X said, familiarly, 'I'll paint you, though the other painter chap won't' " 'You will?- she cried, blushing with delight " 'Certainly; and a very nice portrait I think you'll make. Be good enough to take off your hat that I may have a better look at you.' "She obeyed me at once and threw the clumsy thing down on the grass beside her. Then I saw that her head was covered with short black curls, clinging round a bold white brow un- Ireokled by the sun. She glanced at me sidelong, laughing, and showing her white teeth. Whatever her age was, Bhe was quite old enough to be a coquette. 'Promptly as possible I put the question: 'You have not told me how old you are? " 'Fifteen,' she replied, without hesi tation. " 'I should have taken you to be at least a year older.' "She shook her head. "'It's fifteen year come Whitsun tide,' she explained, 'since I come ashore.' "Although I was not a little curious to know what this 'coming ashore' meant, I felt that all my conversation had been categorical to monotony, and I determined, therefore, to reserve fur ther inquiry until another occasion. Observing that my new friend was now looking at the caravan with con siderable Interest, I asked her It she knew what it was, and If she had ever seen anything like It before. She re plied in the negative, though I think she had a tolerably good guess as to the caravan's uses. I thought this a good opportunity to show my natural politeness. Would she like to look at the interior? She said she would, though without exhibiting much en thusiasm. to bs coTrnroxD. Prize Lhu of Angara. Angora has the curious reputation of having gained a prize offered to the man who could show himself to be the greatest liar in the world. A former sultan so runs the story of fered a golden ball for lying. Many lied to him, but the sultan replied that he could himself He better. Finally an old man from Angora appeared be fore him with a large jar on his shoul ders. "Your father," he said, "bor rowed a jar like this full of gold from my father, and said that you would re pay the gold to his son." "Impossl bio," said the sultan. "If the story be true," replied the pilgrim, "pay your father's debt; if Impossible, I have won the golden ball." The sultan at once awarded him the prize, and there still lives at Angora a man who Is sup posed to be a descendant of this Inge nious liar, and who is known by the name of Altcntopoghlon, the literal rendering of which name Is "Son of tho golden ball." London Truth. Poisons and Poisoners. Sixteen Chinese emperors are report ed to have died by poison. Nearly forty Turkish sultans and Arabian caliphs died by poison. Until the English occupation, poison ing was very oommon In India. Hemlock poison was a Greek mode of execution. Socrates died thus. Nero tried to poison himself to es cape execution, but tho dose was not sufficient The Toffanla poison was described in a papal bull as "arsenio distilled in aquafortis." Nearly two hundred Greek generals and statesmen are named who commit ted suicide with poison. Charles IL, of England, is supposed by some historians to have been pois oned by a jealous mistress. During the middle ages poisoning, especially In Italy, was regarded as an entirely justifiable means of getting rid ot an enemy. St Louis Globe Democrat -A Loafer at Uw." A young business man, formerly of Cleveland, but now located in the west, has recently been east, says the Cleve land Plain Dealer, and in coming through West Virginia had a little spare time at one of the stations. As he promenaded np and down for exer cise a tall, lank specimen of a native sidled up to him with the remark: "How'd yel" "How do you do, sir?" "Don't live in this part uv the keotry, mobbet" "No, sir." "Travlln' man?" "Yes, sir." "Ever In this kentry before?" "Oh, yea!" ' "What line are ye In. stranger!" "I hold the position, sir, of loafer at large!" ....,. .1 The stranger eyed him long and earn' stly, then suddenly remarked: ' "Gosh! stranger, but I'd like to have your Jobr N. Y. World. ' ' ' r. ' - 1 ' ' As It Soma times Happens. , "Who, was the best man at youf wed' ding?" ' 1 s"The man I married. Now, who wat the best man at voursT" "The man I wanted to marry." Life. A FATAL CRASH. Hpnss Trains on the Grand Trunk Kail- road Collldo Two Persons KUlod ana Throo Badly Injarsd. Bbllbvuk, Mich., Sept to. A bad accident on the Chicago & Grand Trunk occurred at the station here at 8 o'clock yesterday morning. Express train No. B, westbound, which was two hours late, was standing at the station when it was run into by the Erie express, also westbound, demolishing a special car attached to train No. 5. The spe cial ear contained Cashier Meredith, of the Chicago & Grand Trunk road, and his wife; Uenry A. Newland and wife, father and mother of Mrs. Meredith, William Costles, porter, and William Abernathy, ooolc Mr. and Mrs. Newland were killed outright Mr. and Mrs. Meredith are badly injured. William Costles Is la tally hurt but William Abernathy es caped with Blight injurlea The fire man of the Erie expross, named Jami son, Is badly scalded. The Newland party left Detroit Tuesday night for a ten days' visit to the world's fair. Mr. Newland Is the senior member of the firm of Henry A. Newland Si Co., whole sale fur dealers, of Detroit Mrs. New land Is a daughter of Hon. James F. Joy. Train No. 5 was made up of nine coaches all heavily loaded with world's fair visitors and the special car of the paymaster of the road. Number 9, the train that ran Into No. 6, only had four coaches, but they were crowded with passengers. No. 6 left Charlotte only ten minutes ahead of No. 9. The first train stopped at Olivet five miles east of here, on a signal, to take on passengers and lost time. It also stopped here and was just pulling out when No. 9, running forty miles an hour, crashed into It The special ear was telescoped. The roof was hurled Into the ticket office of the station, completely demolishing It, leaving only the telegraph instruments. The tele graph operator had just stepped out side and escaped instant death. The rest of the special car was broken Into splinters. The rear end of the sleeper next to the special was crushed in but no one on board was hurt Mr. and Mrs. Newland were instant ly killed The colored porter was in jured internally. A large piece of wood was driven into his groin. Be cannot live. Mr. and Mrs. Meredith were bad ly bruised and shaken up, but It Is not thought their Injuries will result fatal ly. The cook, William Abernathy, was only slightly Injured Fireman Jeioi son, of No. 9, was badly scalded and his engineer was slightly injured. Train No. 6 was in charge of Conductor J. W. Reld and No. 9 was in charge of Conductor J. W. McCarthy. There is no telegraph operator at Olivet and there was no way to signal No. 9 of No. B's stop at that station. There was a dense fog at the time of the accident and the engineer of No. 9 could not see the lights ahead of him. The eause of the accident Is that the trains were running too close together, AUCTIONEER. J. H. 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