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Two Christians trareled down a road, Who Tlewed the world with different eyeav The one was pleased with earth's abode, The other longing for the skies. . , For one the heavens were so blue '' They tilled his mind with fanoles fond)" ' The other's eyes kept piercing through Only lor that which lies beyond. For one enchanting were the trees, ' The distant was Divinely dim) ' j The birds that Buttered on the breeze f Nodded their pretty heads for him. i , The other scaroely saw toe Dowers, - v'i- And never knew the trees were grandt He did but oount the days or hours Till he might reach the promised land. And one a little kind caress Would to a tender rapture more; - He only ope'd his oyea to bless The God who gave him things to love. The other Journeyed on his way, Afraid to handle or to touoht . He only ope'd his Hps to pray . - Ho might not love a thing too moan. Whioh was the bestf Decide who can, Yot why should we decide twUt them? -We may approve the mournful man, Nor yet the Joyful man condemn. He Is a Christian who has found That earth as well as Heaven Is sweets Nor less Is he, who. Heaven bound. Has spumed the earth beneath his feet -Christian at Work. DT A. OONAN DOYLE. CHAPTER VIL Comwcso. Mr. Gregson, who had listened to this address with considerable Impatience, could contain himself no longer. "Look here, Mr. Sherlock Holmes," he said, "we aro all ready to acknowledge that you are a smart man, and that you have your own methods of working. We want something more than mere theory and preaching now, though. It is a case of taking the man. I have made my case out, and it seems I was wrong. Young Charpentier could - i)ot have been engaged in this second affair. Lestrade went after his man, Ssnngcrson, and it appears that he . was wrong, too. Vou have thrown out hints here, and hints there, and seem to know more than we do, but the time has come when wo feel that we ' have a right to ask you straight how much yon do know of the business. Can you name the man who did it?" "I cannot help feeling that Gregeoa Is right, sir," remarked Lestrade. "We have both tried, and we have both failed. You have remarked more than once since I have been in the room that you had all the evidence which you require. Surely you will not with hold it any longer." "And delay in arresting the assas sin," I observed, "might give him time to perpetrate some fresh atrocity." . Thus pressed by us all. Holmes showed signs of irresolution. He con tinued to walk up and down the room with his head sunk on his chest and !rew'dsJ?WTi h rvU habit when lost in thought "There will be no more murders," he said at last, stopping abruptly and facing us, "You can put that consid eration out of the question. You have asked me if I know the name of the assassin. I da The mere knowing of his name is a small thing, however, compared with the power of laying our hands upon him. This I expect very shortly to do. I have good hopes of managing It through my own arrange ments; but it is a thing which needs dolicate handling, for we have I a shrewd and desperate man to deal with, who Is supported, as I have had occasion to prove, by an' other who is as clever as himself. As long as this man has no idea that any one can have a clew there Is some chance of securing him; but if he had thA ftllohtnRt KUKTilrlnn wnnlil 1 change his name and vanish in an In stant among the four million inhabit ants of this great city. Without mean ing to hurt any of your feelings, I am bound to bay that I consider these men to be more than a match for the official force, and that is why I have not asked your assistance. If I fail I shaM of course incur all tho blame due to this omission; but that I am prepared for. At present I am ready to promise that the Instant I can cummunlcato with you without endangering my own com' blnations I shall do so." Gregson and Lestrade seemed to be for from satisfied by this assurance or by the depreciating allusion to the detective police. The former had flushed up to tho roots of his flaxen hair, while the other's beady eye glistened with curiosity and resent ment Neither of them had time to peak, however, before there was a tap at the door and the spokesman of the street Arabs, young Wiggins, Intro duced his insignificant and unsavory parson. "Please, air," he said, touching hie forelock, "I nave the cab downstairs." "Good bov." said Holmes, bbuidlv. "Why dont yon introduce this pattern acecouana xt17" he continued, t&k lug a pair of steel handcuff from at drawer. "See how beautifully tha spring works. They fasten In an in eteot" "The old pattern la good enough," remarked Lestrade, "if we can find the man to put them on." "Very good, very good," said Holmes. smiling. "The cabman may as well help me with my boxes. Just ask htm tottep up, Wlgglna," I was surprised to find my companion speaking as though he were about to set out on a journey, since he had not said anything to me about It There was a small portmanteau in the room. od this he pulled out and began to trap. He was busily engaged at it wben the cabman entered tho room. "Just give me a help with this buckle, cabman," he said, kneeling over his tasu, and never turning his head. The follow came forward with somewhat sullen, defiant air, andput down his hands to assist At that In stant there was a sharp click, tho ians ling of metal, and Sherlock Holmea prang to his feet again. "Gentlemen," he cried, with flashing) eyesv"let me introduce you to Mr. Jefferson Hopo, the murderer of Enoch Drebbcr and Joaepb Stangorson." ' . The whole thins occurred In a. myi . ment soi quickly that I bad nq time to j realize it. I have a vivid recollection; rtf IhfLt InntAnf. nf Hnlmpff trlnmnhnnfe ' expression and the ring of his voice, of the cabman dazed, savage face, as he glared at the., glittering handcuffs, which- had appeared as if by magio) upon his Wrists. For a second or two we might have been a group of statues; Thett with an inarticulate roar of fury, the prisoner wrenched himself free from Holmes' grasp, and hurled him self through the window. Woodwork and glass gave way before him; but before he got quite through, Cregson, Lestrade and Holmes sprang upon him like so , , many , stag-hounds. He was 1 dragged ' back ' into the room, and then commenced a ter rific conflict. So powerful and so fierce was he, that the four of us were shaken off again and again. He ap peared to have the convulsive strength of a man In an epileptic fit. His face and hands were terribly mangled by the passage through the glass, but loss of blood had no effect in diminishing his' resistance. It was not until Le strade succeeded in getting his hand inside his neck-cloth and half strang ling him that we made him realize that his struggles were of no avail; and "JUST OtVX MB A HELP WIT It THIS BUCBXI, CABMAX" . - i even then we felt no security until we had pinioned his feet as well as his hands. That done, wo rose to our feet breathless and panting. 'We have his cab," said Sherlock Ilolmes. "It will serve to take him to Scotland Yard. And now, gontlemen," he continued, with a pleasant smile, we have reached the end of our little mystery. You are very welcome to put amy questions that you like to me now, and there is no danger that I will re fuse to answer them." VAST XX. . Th4 Country of IAi Saint. CHAPTER L o tbs cnuc auiau Pun In the ventral portion of the great North American continent there lies an arid and repulsive desert which for many a long year served as a barrier against the advance of civilization. From tho Sierra Nevada to Nebraska and from the Yellowstone river in the north to the Colorado upon the south is a region of desolation and silence. Nor is nature always in one mood throughout this grim district It com prises snow-capped and lofty moun tains and dark and gloomy valleys. Thero are swift-flowing rivers which dush through logged canyons, and there are enormous plains which In winter are white witii snow and In summer are gray with tho saline alkali dust They all preserve, however, the common characteristics of barrenness, inhospitality and misery. There are no Inhabitants of this land of despair. A band of Pawnees or of Itlockfeet may occasionally traverse It in order to roach other hunting grounds, but tho hanliostof the braves are glad to lose sight of those awesome plains, and to Had themselves onco more upon their prairies. The coyota skulks among the scrub, the buzzard flaps heavily through tho air, and tho clumsy grizzly bear lumbers through the dark ravines, and picks up such sustenance as it can among the rocks. These are tho solo dwellers In tho wil derness. In the whole world there can be no more dreary view than that from tho northern slope of tho Sierra IiUtnco. As far as the eye can reach stretches the great flat plalnland, all dusted over with patches of alkali, and intersected by clumps of tho dwarfish chaparral bushes. On the extreme verge of the horizon lies a long chain of mountain peaks, with their nigged summits flecked with snow. In this great stretch of country there is no sign of life, nor of anything appertaining to life. There is no bird in the steel-blue Leaven, no movement upon the dull, gray earth above all, thore Is abso lute alienee. Listen as one may, there Is no shadow of a sound in all that mighty wilderness; nothing but sllenon -complete and heart-subduing silence. It hsvs been said there is nothing ap pertaining to life upon the broad plain. That la hardly true. Looking down from the Sierra Blanco, one sees a pathway traced out across the desert, which winds away and is lost In the extreme distance. It is rutted with wheels and trodden down by the feet of many adventurers. Here and there are scattered white object which glisten in the sun, and stand out against the dull deposit of alkalL Ap proach and examine them! They are bones; some large and eoarae, others smaller and more delicate. The for mer have belonged to oxen, and the latter to men. For fifteen hundred miles one may trace this gbeMly cara van route by these scattered remains of those who had fallen by the way sldn. Looking down on this very scene, there stood upon the 4th t May, 1847, a solitary traveler. . Hie sfemarance was such that he might bam been the very genius or demon of the region; An observer would have -found It diffi cult to say whether ha was nearer to forty or to sixty. His face was lean and haggard, and the brown, parch-ment-llke skin was drawn tightly over the projecting bones; his long, brown hair and beard wero all flecked and dashed with" white;' his eyes were sunken in his head, and burned with an unnatural luster, while the hand which grasped his rifle was hardly more fleshy than that of a skeleton. As he stood, he leaned upon his weapon for support, and yet his tall figure and the massive framework of his bones' suggested a wiry and vigorous-, consti tution. His gaunt face, however, and his clothes, which hung so baggily ovev bis shriveled limbs, proclaimed what it was that gave hlin that senile 4nd decrepit appearance.- .The man was dying dying! fronv-liunger and front thirst t) t'i ! i ' J i v . U S ' 4 J i He hod toiled painfully down the ravine .and on to this, little elevation, in the vain hope of seeing soma, signs of water.' Now' the' great salt' plain stretched before his eyes, and the dis tant belt of savage mountains, withbnt a sign anywhere of plant or tree; which might indicate the presence of moist ure. In . all that broad landscape there was no gleam of hope. North and east and west he looked with wild questioning eyes, and then he realized that his wanderings had come to an end, and that there, on that barren crag, he was about to die. "Why not here, as well as In a feather bed, twenty years hence," he muttered, as he seated himself In the shelter of a bowldor. Before sitting down, he had do posited upon the ground his useless rifle, and also a large bundlo tied up 'in a gray shawl, which he had carried slung over his right Bhouldcr. It ap peared to be somewhat too heavy for his strength, for, in lowering It, It came down on the ground with some little violence. Instantly there broke from the pray parcel a little moaning cry, and from it there protrudod a small,, scared face, with very bright brown eyes, and two little speckled dimpled fists. "You've hurt me!" said a childish voice, reproachfully. "Have I though?" the man answered, penitently; "I didn't go for to do it" As he spoke he unwrapped the gray shawl and extricated a pretty little girl of about five years of age, whose dainty shoes and smart pink frock, with its little linen apron, all bespoke a mother's care. The child was pale and wop,, but her healthy arms and legs showed that she had suffered less than her companion. "How is it now?" ke answered, anx iously, for she was still rubbing the towsy golden curls which covered the back of her head. "Kiss it and make it well," she said, with perfect gravity, shoving the in jured part up to him. "That's what mother used to do. Where's mother?" ' ' "Mother's gone. , I guess youll see her before long." "Gone, eh!" said tho littlo glrL i'Funny, she didn't say good-by; she 'most always did If she was just goin' over to a an tie's 4c As, and now she's been away for three days. Bay, it's awful dry, ain't it? Ain't there no water nor nothing to eat?" "No, there ain't nothing, dearie. You'll just need to be patient awhile, and then you'll be all right Put your head up agin me like that and then youH feci better. It ain't easy to talk when your lips is like leather, but I guess, I'd best let you know how the cards lie. What's that you've got?" "Pretty things! fine things!" cried the little girl enthusiastically, holding up two glittering fragments of mioa. "When we goes back to home I'll give them to T.rother Bob." "You'll see prettier things than them soon, said the man, confidently. "You just wait a bit I was going to tell you, thoughyou remember when we left the river?" "Oh, yes." "Well, we reckoned we'd strike an other river soon, d'ye see? But there was somcthin wrong; compasses, or map, or somethln', and it didn't turn np. Water ran out Just except a lit tlo drop for the likes of you and and" "And you couldn't wash yourself," In terrupted his companion gravely, stor ing up at bis grimy visage. "No, nor drink. And Mr. Bender, he was the first to go, and then Indian Pete, and then Mrs. McGregor, and then Johnny Hones, and then, dearie, your mother." "Then mother's a deader, too," cried the little girl, dropping her face in her pinafore and sobbing bitterly. "Yea, they all went except you and me. Then I thought there was some chance of water in this direction, so I heaved yon over my shoulder and we tramped it together. It don't seem as though we've improved matters. There's an almighty small chance for us now!" "Do yon mean that we ' are going to die, too?" asked the child, checking hex sobs, and raising her tear-stained 1 guess that's about the size of it" "Why didn't you say so before?" ah said, laughing gleefully. "Yon gave me such a fright Why, of course, now as long as we die well be with mother again." "Yes, yon will, dearie." "And you, too. Ill tall her how aw ful good you've been. I'll bet she meets us at the door of Heaven with a blg pitcher of water, and a lot of buck wheat cakes, hot, and toasted on both sides, like Bob and me was fond of. How long will it be first" "1 don't know not very long." Tho man's eyes were fixed upon the north- e,rn horizon. In the bine vault of the. heaven there appeared three' little specks which increased in size every' tnoment, so rapidly did they approach. They speedily resolved themselves into three large brown birds, which circled over the heads of the two wanderers and then settled upon some rocks which overlooked them. They were ' buzzards, the vultures of the west, I whose coming Is tho forerunner of I death. , "Cocks and hens.!" cried the little girl, gleefully, pointing at their ill- omened forms, and clapping her hands to make them rise. "Say, did God make this country?" , "In course He did," said her com panion, rather startled by this unex pected question. , "He made the country down in Illi nois, and He made tho Missouri," the little girl continued. "I guess some body else mode the country in these part. It's not nearly so well done. They forgot the water and the trees." "What would ye think of offering up prayer?",the man asked, diffidently. "It ain't night yot," she answered. . "It don't matter. It ain't quite reg ular, but He won't mind that, you bet You say over them ones that you used to say every night in the wagon when we was on the plains." "Why don't you say some yourself?" the child asked, with wondering eyes. "I disremember them," he answered. "I hain't said none since I- was half the height o' that gun. I guess it's never too late. You say them out and THK CHILD FELL ASLEEP NE8TI.IN0 OH TUB BROAD BREAST OF 11KR PROTECTOR. Ill stand by and come in on the choruses." "Then you'll need to kneel down, and me, too," she said, laying the shawl out for that purpose. "You've got to put your hands up like this. It makes you feel kind of good." It was a strange sight, had there been anything but the buzzards to see it Side by side on the narrow shawl knelt the two wanderers, the little, prattling child and the reckless, hard ened adventurer. Her chubby face and his haggard, angular visage were both turned up to the cloudless heaven in heartfelt entreaty to that dread being with whom they were face to face, while tho two voices the one thin and clear, the other deep and harsh united in the entreaty for mercy and forgiveness. Tho prayer finished. they resumed their seat in the shadow of the bowlder until the child fell asleep, nestling upon the broad breast of her protector, ne watched over her slumber for some time, but nature proved to be too strong for him. For three days and three nights he hod allowed himself neither rest nor re pose. Slowly the eyelids drooped over the tired eyes, and the head sunk lower upon the breast, until the man's grizzled beard was mixed with the golden tresses of, his companion, and both slept thessroe deep and dream less siumner. j To r.s 'CosTmrsD. J THE TENNIS SKIN. Uow the Yvonc Ladle Upturn from Th.tr Summar Outlnf. A well-known physician said the other day: Among the young women returned from their summer outing is more than ever noticeable what is now known as the tennis skin. It is ex tremely beautiful and was almost un known among women of a previous generation. It is as smooth and pol ished as satin, fino and close in texture as Ivory, Is a clear, delicate biscuit In color, transparent and with tho rich color showing through rather than lying on tho surface. It gives tho im pression, also, of exquisite cleanliness. It Is tho result of sunlight and fresh air and the healthful process of cleans ing every pore of the skin daily with perspiration. Nothing can cleanse the skin like the moisture that Uows through it from warm, quick-flowing blood. No water put on tho outside has a like effect- to tho water that comes from the Inside. This is tho rcaon why it is culled the "tennis skin," because the girls who piny ten nis wahh out their skin with perspira tion at least once a day. There is another sort and a very beautiful one it Is, known among tho girls as "a Turkish bath skin." That comes from thoroughly sweating, too, but while It is very lovely, I like it less than the tennis skin, because the flush and the muscles are not made as firm beneath it as by that outdoor exercise and therefore tho contours underneath it are less round and smooth and It does not wear so well; wind and sun injure it it is given to fresh winds chapping and hot winds make It dry and florid, whUe the tennis skin is warranted to stand anything and keep Its beauty. The Turkish bath skin is velvety rather than satiny and the rose-leaf and aee-shell sort of tints, all pink and white Instead of brown and red. . But l Is very pretty. Waverley. tea Ko af Thaacha, Love comes in unbidden,' and, as with most unbidden guests, be is slow to go. Wealth Is a thing of beauty, but not necessarily a Joy forever. - . The flics that are on society are most ly butterflies. . Old age Is a burden which hardly pays carnage. . . . - Most people prefer to love rather than to be loved. Dont trust a man who can't ask a loan before witnesses. Cupid would be' put In a lnnatlo asylum If an nnprejudloed jury could be found. .,' Solf-oonceited people are always first to take a slight and always last to for get it Detroit Free Press. ' M Oa the Hani Hide. '. "I kntl ocactly the character of the lady I aaf about to marry." 'aiovHid yon find Itoutr. "Shy, I took ouo of her letters to an expert In handwriting." 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