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fee accompanied by the name of the author, set neccesarUy for publication bat as an evidence f good faith on the part of the writer. Write only on one side of the paper. Be particularly tarrful la glTlng name and dales to hare the letter and figures plain and distinct. , THE LITTLE KING. He came to his kingdom at dead of night, (Oh, never a cent to pay had he); The robes were fine and with lace bedight Of this scion of royalty. He ate and slept and took his ease, (Oh, never a cent to pay had he); No word he said, nor cared to please. So very high was he. On each fine day he rode In state, (Oh, never a cent to pay had he); With vassals true to watch and wait His slightest need to see. Of everything he had the best, (Oh, never a cent to pay had he); With not a care to trouble his rest, Or a fear of aught to be. And time goes on; he holds the throne; (Oh, never a cent to pay has he); He has the world for his very own, This scion of royalty. Oh, time goes on, but his kingdom stands; (Yet never a cent to pay has he); And we all keep step to his swift com mands. With glad humility. Emma A. Lente. in Good Housekeeping. A CLEW BY WIRE Or, An Interrupted Current. BY HOWARD M. YOST. Copyright, 1896, by J. B. Llpplncott Co. CHAPTER XV. Continued. The conversation which Sonntag and myself had noted this morning in our endeavor to solve the mystery of the voices in my bedroom and up in the attic seemed, of the greatest signifi cance. Some property was to be re moved this very night, and if the ref erence was to anything hidden in the cellar the removal might take place while I was absent on my present er rand. The thought caused me to urge for ward the horse to his greatest speed, and very soon I drew near the station. Stopping a short distance away, I tied the horse to the fence, and then cau tiously approached, being careful to keep in the shadows as much as pos sible. The station was standing out bold and distinct in the Ibright moonlight. There was not a sign of a human be ing anywhere around. The signal light in front of the place cast a sickly glow against the windows, in contrast to the white moonlight. With pistol ready for immediate use in my hand, I ran swiftly f orward and leaped upon the platform. The door of the station-house was locked, as were also the windows. By the gleam of the station light I could see the telegraph instrument inside. The bank in which I had been em ployed was equipped with a private tel egraph wire. In the gradual climb to the tellership I had at one time held the position of stenographer and teleg rapher. How thankful I was now for the long hard study and practice gone through to fit myself for that position! I had not forgotten how to send or re ceive a message. With the butt end of the pistol a pane of glass was smashed, and, reaching in through the opening, I undid the lock, and in another moment was inside. My fingers trembled with excitement, as I threw the switch which connected the instrument with the circuit, and then handled the key. I did not know the call for Phila delphia, so' clicked the abbreviation "Phil" a few times, and was delighted in receiving a quick response. 'Operator Keep this dead secret, and have delivered quick," I wired. The answer came back: "O. K. Go ahead." "Benj. F. Perry, 1459 Kidgefield Ave., Phila., Pa.: Come quick to Sidingon .on J. & M. division Mid-Trunk By. Get special train; bring detectives. Re covery of stolen funds and arrest of thieves in question. Do not fail. Am all alone. Nelson Conway." I followed this up by another re quest to have it delivered immediate ly, to which the short but gratifying response came: "You bet. Good luck!" . The operator evidently comprehended the full meaning of my dispatch. In deed, anyone who had resided in Phila delphia at the time of the robbery, read ing that message, would know its mean ing. The short term expressing good will, received in answer to my request to rush, coming from one I had probably never seen, encouraged me greatly. Then, too, knowing Mr. Perry's en ergetic nature, I was confident that gentleman would be up and doing im mediately upon the receipt of my dis patch. A man of his standing would have no difficulty fa procuring a special rain, and, allowing the time necessary lo obtain the officers of the law, in two or three hours I could expect Mr. Perry's arrival. I could not repress a smile as I pic ' tured to myself the president of the Safety Security company riding, not in the coach, but on the engine to which it was attached, and urging the en gineer to greater , speed. It was cer tain fn my mind that that special would travel as fast as steam could drive the wheels. A feeling of satisfaction came over me at having taken a decisive step, and my spirits rose in accordance. The numbness and dazed condition of my faculties had passed away, and I felt that to rely on one's own exertions was the better way, after alL Leaving the station, I went back to my horse, mounted, and started up the long hill. Arrived at the top, I again dismounted in front of Sarah's house, and, going in the front door, rapped long and loud. In answer to my sum mons a voice called from an upstairs window: "Sarah, is that you?" I asked, step ping from the shadow of the porch into the moonlight. "Ach Gott, Nel, vat is it?" the good woman exclaimed, fear and excitement at beholding me at this late hour caus ing her voice to tremble. "Is your husband awake?" I con inued. "No, indeed. He schleep like a log." "Well, wake him up, and tell him to hitch a team in the double wagon. There will be a special train come to the station within a few hours. Have the team waiting for it. Three or four men will get off the train; take them up and drive them over to the old place just as fast as the horses can go. Will you do this for me, Sarah?" "Vait; I come down," was her breath less reply. I was anxious to be off homeward, but before I had time to become im patient at the delay the front door opened and Sarah stepped out. "Did you understand what I told you?" I asked, hurriedly. "Ach, yes, Indeed." Then she re peated my instructions at my request, so there could be no possible mistake. "Now I must hasten back. Heaven only knows what might happen during my absence," I said, making a start for the gate. "Ach Gott, Nel, vat is de matter, any vays? Tell me! Is dere any harm to you?" Sarah cried after me; in such deep concern that, remembering she knew nothing at all of the occurrences at my house, I came back. "I haven't time to stop and tell you everything," I said, hurriedly. "But I have found a small portion of the se curities the bank lost by the robbery. It was a bond, and I picked it up from the floor of the cook-house cellar. Some one dropped it, and when the loss is discovered will be back after it. So I want to be there and see who it is." "Ach, he kill you, Nel! Ton't go back! You git kilt!" Sarah exclaimed. "Oh, I guess not. I'll look out for that." Sarah wished to accompany me, but I told her how much greater service she coutd render by staying and seeing that my instructions were fully carried out, which made her satisfied to remain. As I started homeward, the bobbing' light of a lantern was moving toward the barn, which told me Jake was doing his part, and the old fellow's unusual celerity seemed an auspicious begin ning to my plan. I had left Sarah seated on the porch, whence I knew she would not move until her quick ear caught the first far-off rumble of the special. During the ride homeward, the thought occurred to me that perhaps I had been to hasty in sending for Mr. Perry and the detectives. For if the stolen property or a portion of it should be discovered hidden jn my house, those who believed in my guilt might claim that I had hidden the se curities myself and, becoming fearful of discovery or being unable to nego tiate a sale, had now taken this course to restore what remained to the bank. Mr. Perry's friendship I could possibly rely upon; but the detectives, who had all along believed I was the rea crim inal, might not be so easily convinced of the truth of my story. There was no recalling the dispatch, however, and in the meantime some thing further might arise to assist my case. So I had to be content in hoping for the best. I stopped at the orchard below my house and, letting down the bars, led the horse through the long grass, up to the barn, so that the sound of hoofs on the hard roadway might not serve as a warning of my approach. The animal had not been spared in the journey to and from the station; but, pausing not to rub him down, I slipped a blanket over his reeking back and sides and then quietly and cau tiously approached the house. When I came around the corner X was startled at discovering the dark outlines of a man's figure motionless before the cook-house door. I stealth ily approached. He must have heard me, for he glanced around, and by his action brought his face in the full light of the moon. It was Skinner, that treacherous cow ard. My animosity toward the fellow was not lessened by the fact that he was prowling about my place, and I hope God will pardon me for the murderous spirit that arose in my heart. It lent wings to my feet, and in a few bounds I was upon him. When he saw he could not escape, he turned quickly and raised his arm in defense. He started to say. some thing, but I choked the words in his throat, for his arms could not stop me. My fingers were steel, and closed about his windpipe with the grip of a vise. Ton scoundrel, I've got a double charge against yon, and Til take my pay now," I snarled, between my clenched teeth. He squirmed and struggled, his hands clutching my wrists, in the vain en deavor to tear loos.e from my grasp. Soon one of his arms dropped to his side, and he seemed to be nearly over come, for I felt his body gradually sink ing down. The next instant there was a cold object thrust against my temple, and an ominous click sounded in my ears. Anyone who has had the muzzle of a pistol meaning business thrust into his face will understand my sensa tion. I instantly let go my hold and fell back a few steps. So sudden had been the change in Skinner from the de fensive to the aggressive that for a moment I forgot about my pistol. When I did think of it and got through fumbling in my pocket, the rascal had fled around the side of the house, whither I followed. He succeeded in eluding me, however. Even had I dis covered him, I would not have fired. It was not my purpose to raise a disturb ance just then. For some reason Skin ner also was unwilling to attract at tention to the spot by shooting, for, if he really wished to put me out of the way, he would never have had a more favorable opportunity than when he so cleverly got the drop on me. Whether .the fellow was about to enter the cook house when I came upon him so suddenly, or was standing guard to give warning to some one who was already inside, I could not determine. If the last idea was the correct one, whj had he not given the warning? My sudden attack taking him so un awares might be accountable for this, and he might return, at any moment and sound an alarm. I went quickly back to the cook house, determined to take advantage of hts flight. Kicking off my shoes, I entered. A shudder ran overme at the thought of again descending into the sepulchral darkness, but there was not that horri ble fear, that unaccountable terror in the thought, which had so completely demoralized my nerves on the former occasions. I was prepared now, was on a hot scent, the end of which promised a tangible result. At the same time, I fully realized the danger. I was alone, single-handed, against I knew not what odds. Gliding noiselessly to the cellar-way, I paused and listened. Tomblike silence was about me. With the utmost caution, lest the old stairway should creak under my weight, I descended. The instant my head came below the level of the floor, a faint streak of light in the opposite wall struck my eye. The painted door was ajar. Eagerly I continued downward un til I came to the last step. Would the ' You scwu&drel! yoice sound again, and thereby give the alarm? How could I avoid it? Thought flies quickly when the mind is keyed up by excitement. I remem bered how on former occasions the plank at the bottom had given way be neath my weight, and how the voice had sounded immediately after. Was there some connection between the two? Could I avoid the voice by avoiding the plank? I climbed over the balustrade and reached the cellar floor at the side of the stairs. To my intense satisfaction, the silence remained unbroken. After waiting a few minutes, I was about to cross to the door, when from the room above came a sound which set my heart wildly beating the sound of footsteps moving cautiously across the floor toward the stairway. All seemed clear to me then. A trap had been laid for me and I was caught in it. CHAPTER XVI. The sounds of footsteps upon the landing ceased for a short time. I was not afraid to cope with a single man, but I naturally felt no desire to have two or more upon me at once. It might be that Skinner had returned. I nerved myself for a supreme effort against odds, and waited for the alarm which would sound the note of warning to the colleaguo in the walled-up cellar. To my surprise no alarm was given. . The footsteps again began to move slowly forward. To lie in wait for the newcomer at the foot of the stairs, trip him up, and so make my escape, was my first impulse. I was about to station myself in posi tion to carry out this plan when a band of 'light streamed down and made a round, yellow patch on the stones be low. Thus being prevented from follow ing my plan, I hastily but silently with drew behind the stairs, and, crouching down, breathlessly waited. Slowly and deliberately the unknown came down When he reached the bot tom step he paused. Then the beam of light from the dark-lantern was thrown upon the plank, and moved from side to side as if in investigation. The secret of the plank was evident ly known to the newcomer, for when he left the stairs it was by a jump which landed him on the r.tone floor beyond, and thus, as in my case, the sound of the warning voice was avoided. I had no opportunity then for specu lation as to the close connection be tween the plank and the voice, for the time of danger was upon me. The round glow crept slowly over the walls, gradually approaching my hiding place. I held my pistol ready, determined the instant the light fell upon me to fire, aiming at a spot in the darkness directly above it. But the glow suddenly died away, and total darkness again reigned. The footsteps went lightly across the floor, and soon the crack of light in the op posite wall widened. The fellow paused but an instant be fore the wide open door, and then, as suming a crouchirg position, entered into the regon beyond. He had had his back toward me, and the light, coming from the walled-up cellar through a narrow, low passage way leading to it, was faint; but my heart took a sudden bound from the glimpse of that form, fleeting and. in distinct though it was. Here was a new element entering into the mystery which surrounded me. For a moment amazement, wonder, held me spell bound. Then, rising from my hiding place, I swiftly went to the door, which the person who had just entered had left wide open. The faint light from the room beyond was almost blotted out by the man's form, as he went slowly along the low, narrow passage. He could not proceed without making some noise, and I saw a startled face appear at the other end. I could hardly repress a cry of aston ishment. The light in the room was at one side of the passage; it shone full upon the fellow aud revealed the form arXl face of Horace Jackson. In one hand he held a bundle of papers, and he ap peared too dumfounded to move. The man he was watching reached the end of the passage and stepped into the apartment beside him. I was eager to verify my first im pression, which the glimpse of the new comer's back had given me, but imme diately upon his entrance into the walled cellar he stepped to one side, ont of. the l?ne of vision. Jackson's eyes followed him, and were evidently resting upon him in doubt and suspicion. "You?" he finally exclaimed. I listened intently for the answer, and the sound of the voice sent a shud der over me. The voice was familiar, and it was with' deepest dread I heard it. "Yes. You wonder how I found you out," came in response to Jackson's ex clamation. "That I will not say. Enough that I am here." "Well, we can't talk in this place," Jackson said, after a pause. "His bed room is right above us." "You mean Mr. Conway. No fear of his hearing. He was called to my house by a message from my daughter, and is with her now, I have no doubt." TO BE CONTINUED. Am Agrs-rteved Small Boy. There is one small boy on. these grounds who fervently wishes that his sister would learn to write more legibly. Just as he was going for a "swim she sent him down to the pier with a handbag and a note which read: "Please keep this bag for me until I come down." To his surprise the boy was ordered to come in and sit down in a corner of the office. After a patient wait of half an hour he asked: "May I go now?" "No," was the reply of the busy clerk; "keep quiet and stay where you are." An hour rolled by and the sister appeared on the scene. An ex planation followed, and the boy was re leased with the promise of some candy. The clerk had read the note: "Please keep this boy for me until I come down." Chautauquan Assembly Her aid. Calmaeu In Emcrxency. Dr. Wear Mitchell, lecturing to a school of nurses lately upon the ne cessity of self -control in emergencies, told the following incident: "One of his patients while in, a low, nervous condition, swallowed by mistake a dose from the wrong bottle. She shrieked out that she was poisoned. One of the nurses screamed 'Aconite! and began to cry hysterically. The other nurse, seeing that the patiemb was going into convulsions from "terror, when relief would be impossible, said, coolly: 'Don't be frightened. Look here, tak ing a mouthful of the dose herself. She then went outside to rid her mouth of it, procured an emetic and sect for a doctor and a stomach pump. Her calm ness saved the life of the patiemL" N. Y. Ledger, i MEN OF NERVE IN THE NAVY Cade Sam's Bluejackets Go Into Ae tloa Without the Slicht cat Show of Fear. Before the beginning of hostilities ivith Snain. when the shin's com nan r x x w was drilled in preparing the ship for action, the men all took their stations juuuijiuj, auu cwu paiir vjx tuc iuna chinery of the great engine of war was . quickly manned, and in a very few min utes everything was ready for action. . To an onlooker the quickness and pre cision with which each man took his station seemed marvelous. If these same people could see the actions of the same men when "general quarters" is sounded, and there is reason to be lieve an engagement is imminent, they would scarcely believe their eyes. Now enthusiasm and spirit dominate every thing. Each man knows that on the way his work is done depends in a measure the outcome of the conflict. When everything Is made ready, am munition hoisted, guns loaded and manned, there comes a period of sus pense, a calm before the storm, so to speak. Looking around the decks no sign of fear can be discovered; there are no pale or anxious faces to be seen, nobody seems to be thinking of home; every thought is for The present. Here and there the "jackies" are cracking jokes; the men at the guns that will be engaged seem the most contented of all; their companions on the unen gaged side look sorrowful in compari son, and many a little oath is dropped about hard luck by them. A period of expectancy now ensues. Tbe nerves assume a state of tension, which is relieved as soon as the gun fs: fired. The crew now settle down to work. The first few shells from the enemy cause comment; when a puff of smoke from an opponent's gun is seen tnere are some mat stop momentarily and yafch for the destination of the Shetl and feel relieved when they see a column of water rise out of the sea. When the first shell whizzes overhead almost everybody can be seen to duck. This is entirely a reflex act, and is no sign of fear. Soon all thought of the enemy's shells passes away, and the men at the guns have eyes for their own smells only. They know that the best defense is a well-directed fire. Each shot from the guns is noted, and when the range is accurately deter mined the Yankee marksmanship be-, comes evident. At Santiago the shooting from the New York was wonderful in its ac- -1 11 - ML 11 1 ! J curacy, sueu uiier sreu ueing uruppea exactly in the right spot, and the gun ners and others sent up a shout each time a cloud composed of guns and dusty Dons arose out of a Spanish bat tery. The excitement of action for those who can see what is going on dis pels any nervous strain that may have existed. T-T IL. -J 1 . 21 1 flciow me uecKs, uuwu 111 me eiigiuc and fire rooms, in the coal bunkers and magazines, there are many men work ing away, seeing nothing and hearing only the reports of the guns and ex ploding shells. If the engagement be with a ship, they cannot tell at what moment a torpedo will come crashing in through the vessel's side, or if the ship be entering a harbor, at what in stant tne snip s bottom will be blown upward by a mine. These are the peo ple whose nerves are put to a strong test. But they never murmur, and so fn T Tt r Tnnn in flio A m or! o a n mow Vi a given in to fear. The action over, and the enemy's for tifications reduced, there is an air of satisfaction visible everywhere. Men can be heard discussing the different shots and talking about the target practice, and wondering when they will get some more. When "secure" is sounded and "retreat" has gone, the men go about their duties as if noth ing had happened. Looking around, 4-V. n.r ... v.- n A . : A I l ; cards, reading and sleeping quietly. One of the best examples of the pluck and nerve in the American squadron was made manifest when a crew was wanted by Hobson to take the Menimac into the harbor at San tiago and sink her in the channel. The fate of the men who were to go on the expedition seemed to be sealed, as the chances of getting through alive apparently were very slim. There was no call for volunteers; none was need ed; for as soon as it became known that the Merrimac was to go in on its perilous trip, practically all of the offi cers and men in the fleet volunteered, and many were the disappointments when the seven heroes were chosen. The war, so far as the navy Is con-, tuyuvicu uurrurs, iliiu ullllfJUIfU VUS I 1 -nt t. iv- men have been on the larger ships for. six months without getting ashore. there are few, if any, who would go home if they had the chance before the., final battle is fought. Medical News, . "Amie, dear," said her dulcet-toned, rival, "these latest photographs of yours make me think of Tom. They're , just like him." "Why, you old darling! Where's the ' resemblance?" . "They, flatter you so." Chicago bvening .News. Wasn't la It. Mamma First you said you were in 1 fight, and now you say you weren't. Willie Dat's right; you see I wua licked! Up to Date.