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T was growing quite dark in the slegraph oflice at ^ Cottonwood, Tuol ^ umne county, Cal lia. The oflice, I a box-like enclos ure, was separated from the public I room of the Miners' * hotel by a thin par t ition ; and the oper ator, who was also news and express agent at Cottonwood, had closed his window, and was lounging by his news stand preparatory to going home. Without, the first monotonous rain of the season was dripping from the porches of the hotel in the waning light of a Decem ber day. The operator, accustomed as he was to long intervals of idleness, was fast becoming bored. The tread of mud-muffled boats on the veranda, and the entrance of two men, offered a momentary excitement. Ho recognized in the strangers two prominent citizens of Cot tonwood ; and their manner bespoke business. One of them proceeded to the desk, wrote a dispatch, and handed it to the other inter rogatively. "That's about the way the thing p'ints," responded his companion assentingly. "I reckoned it only squar to use his dienti kal-words?" "That's so." The first speaker turned to the operator w ith the dispatch. "How soon can you shove her through?" Tho ojierator glanced professionally over the address and the length of the dispatch. "Now," he answered promptly. "And she gets there?" "To-night. But there's no delivery until to-morrow." "Shove her through to-night, and soy there's an extra twenty left here for delivery." r> re n * I yn F-S wk L (ml "Shore her through to-niglit ." The operator, accustomed to all kinds of extravagant outlay for expedition, replied that he would lay this proposition, with the dispatch, before the San Francisco office. He then took it and read it—and re-read it. Ho preserved tho usual professional apathy— hail doubtless sent many more enigmatical and mysterious messages—but nevertheless, when he finished, ho raised his eyes inquir ingly to his customer. That gentleman, who enjoyed a reputation for equal spontaneity of temper and revolver, met hisgazo a little im patiently. The operator had recourse to a trick. Under the pretence of misunderstand ing the message, ho obliged the sender to re peat it aloud for the sake of accuracy, and even suggested a few verbal alterations, ostensibly to insure correctness, but really to extract further information. Nevertheless, the man doggedly persisted in a literal trans cript of his message. The operator went to his instrument hesitatingly. "I suppose," he added half questioningly, "there ain't no chance of a mistake. This address is Rightbodj*, that rich old Bostonian that everybody knows. There ain't but one?" "That's the address," responded the first speaker coolly. "Didn t know the old chap had investments out here, suggested the operator, lingering at his instrument. "No more did I," was the insufficient reply. Y or some few moments nothing was heard but the click of the instrument, as the opera tor worked the key, with the usual appear ance of imparting confidence to a somewhat reluctant hearer who preferred to talk him self. The two men stood by, watching his motions with the usual awe of the unprofes sional. When he had finished they laid be fore him two gold pieces. As the operator took them up he could not help saying: •Tl»e old man went off kinder sudden, didn't lier. Had no time to write'" I | j I , "Not sudden for that kind o' man," was the exaspei-ating reply. But the speaker was not to be disconcerted. "If there is an answer—" he began. "There ain't any," replied the first speaker, ' quietly. "Why?" "Because the man ez sent the message is : dead." "But it's signed by you two." "On'y er. witnesses—eh?" appealed the first i speaker to his comrade. "On'}- ez witnesses," responded the other. The operator shrugged his shoulders. The business concluded, the first speaker slightly relaxed. He nodded to the operator, and turned to the bar room with a pleasing social impulse. When their glasses were set down empt y the first speaker, with a cheerful con demnation of the hard times and the weather, apparently dismissed all previous proceedings from his mind, and lounged out with his com panion. At the corner of the street they stopped. "Well, that job's done," said the first speaker, by way of relieving the slight social embarrassment of parting. "Tbet's so," reponded bis companion, and shook his hand. They parted. A gust of wind swept through the pines, and struck a faint, JEolian cry from the wires above their heads; and the rain und the darkness again slowly settled upon Cottonwood. The message lagged a little at San Fran cisco, laid over half an hour at Chicago, and fought longitude the whole way; so that it was past midnight w hen the "all night" oper ator took it from the wires at Boston. But it was freighted w ith a mandate from the San Francisco office; and a messenger was procured, who sped with it through dark snow bound streets, between the high walls of close-shuttered rayless houses, to a certain formal square, ghostly with snow covered 6tatues. Here lie ascended the broad steps of a reserved and solid looking mansion, and pulleu a bronze bell knob, that somewhere within those chaste recesses, after an apparent reflective pause, coldly communicated the fact that a stranger was waiting w ithout—as he ought. Despite the lateness of the hour, there was a slight glow from the windows, clearly rot enough to warm the messenger with indications of a festivity within, but yet bespeaking, as it were, some prolonged though sulxlued excitement. The sober ser vant who took the dispatch, and receipted for it as gravely as if w itnessing a last will and testament, respectfully paused before the entrance of the drawing room. The sound of measured aud rhetorical speech, through which the occasional catarrhal cough of the New England coast struggled, as the only effect of nature not w holly re pressed, came from its heavily-curtained re cesses: for the occasion of the evening had been tho reception and entertainment of various distinguished persons, and, as had been epigrammatieally expressed by one of the guests, "the history of the country" was taking its leave in plirases more or less mem orable and characteristic. Some of these valedictory axioms were clever, some witty, a few profound, but always left as a genteel contribution to tho entertainer. Some had been already prepared, and, like a card, had served and identified the guest at other man sions. The last guest departed, the last carriage rolled away, when the servant ventured to indicate the existence of the dispatch to hi3 master, who was standing on the heal th rug in an attitude of wearied self-righteousness. He took it, opened it, read it, re-read it, and said: "There must be some mistake! It is not "There must some mistake! is not for me. Call the boy, Waters. " Waters, who was perfectly aware that the boy had left, nevertheless obediently walked toward thp hall door, but was recalled by his master. "No matter—at present!" "It's nothing serious, William ?" asked Mrs. Rightbodj', with languid wifely concern. No, nothing. Is there a light in my study?" Yes. But before you go, can you give me a moment or two?" Mr. Rightbody turned a little impatiently toward his wife. She had thrown herself languidly on the sofa; her hair was slightly disarranged, and part of a slippered foot was visible. She might have been a finely formed woman; but even her careless desha billo left the general impression that she was severely flaimeled throughout, and that any ostentation of womanly charm was under vigorous sanitary surveillance. "Mrs. Marvin told me to-night that her son made no secret of his serious attachment for our Alice, and that, if I was satisfied, Mr. Marvin would be glad to confer w ith you at onca." The information did not seem to absorb Mr. Rightbody's wandering attention, but rather increased his impatience. He said hastily that he would speak of that to-mor row, and partly by way of reprisal, and partly to dismiss the subject, added: "Positively James must pay sofne attention to the register and the thermometer. It was over TO degs. to-night, and the ventilating draft was closed in the drawingroom." "That was because Professor Ammon sat near it, and the old gentleman's tonsils are so sensitive." "He ought to know from Dr. Dyer Doit that systematic and regular exposure to draughts stimulates the mucous membrane; while fixed air over sixty degrees invari ably-" "Ï am afraid, William," interrupted Mrs. Rightbody, with feminine adroitness, adopt ing her husband's topic with a view of there by directing him from it; "I'm afraid that people do not yet appreciate the substitution of bouillon for punch and ices. 1 observed that Mr. Spondee declined it, and, I fancied, looked disappointed. The fibrine and wheat in liqueur glasses passed quite unnoticed, too." "And yet each half drachm contained the half-digested substance of a pound of beef. I'm surprised at Spondee!" continued Mr. Rightbody, aggrievedly. "Exhausting his brain and nerve force by the highest creative efforts of the Muse, he prefers perfumed and diluted alcohol flavored with carbonic acid Even Mrs. Faringway admitted to me is that the sudden lowering of the temperature of the stomach by the introduction of ice-" "Yes; but she took a lemon ice at the last Dorothea reception, and asked me if I had observed that the lower animals refused their food at a temperature over sixty degrees." Mr. Rightbody again moved impatiently towards the door. Mrs. Rightbody eyed him curiously. "You will not write, I hope? Dr. Kep pler told me to-night that your célébrai symptoms interdicted any prolonged mental strain." "I must consult a few papers," responded Mr. Rightbody, curtly, as he entered his library. It was a richly furnished apartment, mor bidly severe in its decorations, which were symptomatic of a gloomy dyspepsia of art, then quite prevalent A few curios, very ugly, but providentially equally rare, were scattered about. There were various bronzes, marbles and casts, all requiring explanation, and so fulfilling their purpose of promoting conversation and exhibiting the erudition of their owner. There were souvenirs of travel with a history, old bric-a-brac with a pedigree, but little or nothing that challenged attention for Itself alone. In all cases the superiority of the owner to his possessions was admitted. As a natural result nobody ever lingered there, the servants avoided the room and no child was ever known to play in it. Mr. Rightbody turned up the gas and from a cab'net of drawers, precisely labeled, drew a package of letters. These he carefully ex amined. All were discolored and made dig nified by age, but some, in their original freshness, must have appeared trifling, and inconsistent with any correspondent of Mr. Rightbody. Nevertheless, that gentleman spent some moments in carefully perusing them, occasionally referring to the telegram in his hand. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Mr. Rightbody started, made a half-unconscious movement to return the letters to the drawer, turned the telegram face downwards, and then, somewhat harshly, stammered : "Eli? Whose there? Come in." "I beg your pardon, papa," said a very pretty girl, entering, w ithout, however, the slightest trace of apology or awe in her man ner, and taking a chair with the self-posses sion and familiarity of a habitue of the room, "but I knew it was not your habit to write late, so I supposed you were not busy. I am on my way to bed." She was so very pretty, and w ithal so ut terly unconscious of it, or perhaps so con sciously superior to it, that one was provoked into a more critical examination of her face. But this only resulted in a reiteration of her beauty, and perhaps the added -facts that her dark eyes were very womanly, her rich com plexion eloquent and her chiseled lips full enough to be passionate or capricious, not withstanding that their general effect suggest ed neither caprice, womanly weukuess nor passion. With the instinct of an embarrassed man, Mr. Rightbody touched the topic he would have preferred to avoid. "I suppose we must talk over to-morrow," he hesitated, "this matter of yours and Mr. Marvin's? Airs. Marvin has formally spoken to your mother." Miss Alice lifted her bright eyes intelli gently, but not joyfully, and the color of action, rather than embarrassment, rose to her round cheeks. "Yes, he said she would," she answered, simply. "At present," continued Mr. Rightbody, still aw kwardly, "I see no objection to the proposed arrangement." Miss Alice opened her round eyes at this. "Whv, papa, I thought it had been all set tled long ago! Mamma knew it, you knew it. Last July mamma and you talked it over." "Yes, yes," returned her father, fumbling his papers; "that is—well, we will talk of it to-morrow." In fact, Air. Rightbody had intended to give the affair a proper attitude of seriousness and solemnity by due precision of speech and some apposite reflections, w hen he should impart the news to his daughter, but felt himself unable to do it now. "I am glad, Alice," he said at last, "that you have quite forgotten your previous whims and fancies. You see tee are right." "Oh ! I dare say, papa, if Fin to be mar ried at all, that Mr. Alarvin is in every way suitable. " Mr. Rightbody looked at his daughter nar rowly. There was not the slightest impatience nor bitterness in her manner; it was as well regulated as the sentiment she expressed. "Mr. Marvin is"—he began. "I know what Mr. Alarvin is," interrupted Miss Alice; "and he has promised me that I shall be allowed to go on with my studies the same as before. I shall graduate with my class; and, if I prefer to practice my profes sion, I can do so in two years after our mar riage." "In two years?" queried Mr. Rightbody, curiously. "Yes. You see, in ease we should have a child, that would give me time enough to wean it." Mr. Rightbody looked at this flesh of his flesh, pretty and palpable flesh as it was; but, being confronted as equally with the brain of his brain, all he could do was to say meekly: "Yes, certainly. We will see about all that to-morrow." Miss Alice rose. Something in the free, unfettered swing of her arms as she rested them lightly, after a half yawn, on her lithe hips, suggested his next speech, although still distrait and impatient. "You continue your exercise with the health-lift yet, I see." "Yes, papa; but I had to give up the flan nels. I don't see how mamma could wear them. But my dresses are high-necked, and by bathing I toughen my skin. See !" she added, as with a child-like unconsciousness, she unfastened two or three buttons of her gown, and exposed the white surface of her throat and neck to her father, "I can defy a chill." Mr. Rightbody, with something akin to a genuine, playful paternal laugh, leaned for ward and kissed her forehead. "It's getting late, Ally," he said parentally, but not dictatorily. "Go to l>ed. " "I took a nap of three hours this afternoon." said Miss Alice, with a dazzling smile, "to an ticipate this dissipation. Good-nigbt, papa. To-morrow, then." "To-morrow," repeated Mr. Rightbody,with his eyes still fixed upon the girl vaguely. "Good-night" Aliss Alice tripped from the room, possibly a trifle the more light-heartedly that she had parted from her father in one of his rare mo ments of illogical human weakness. And per haps it was well for the jtoor girl that she kept this single remembrance of him, when, I I fear, in after years, his methods, his reason ing and indeed all he had tried to impress upon her childhood, had faded from her memory. For, when she had left, Mr. Rightbody fell again to the examination of his old letters. This was quite absorbing; so much so, that he did not notice the footsteps of Airs. Right body on the staircase as she passed to her chamber, nor that she had paused on the landing to look through the glass half-door on her husband, as he sat there with the letters beside bim, and the telegram opened before him. Had she waited a moment later, she would have seen him rise, and walk to the sofa with a disturbed air and a slight con fusion; so that, on reaching it, he seemed to hesitate to lie down, although pale and evi dently faint. Had she still waited, she would have seen him rise again with an agonized effort, stagger to the table, fumblingiy refold and replace the papers in the cabinet, and lock it, and, although now but half conscious, bold the telegram over the gas flame till it was consumed. For, had she waited until this moment, she would have flown unhesi tatingly to his aid, as, this act completed, he staggered again, reached his hand toward the bell, but ' ainly, and then fell prone upon the sofa. But alas! no providential nor accidental band was raised to save him or anticipate the progress of this story. And when, half an hour later, Mrs. Rightbody. a little alarmed, and more indignant at bis violation of the doctor's rules, appeared upon the threshold, Air Rightbody lay upon the sofa dead! With bustle, with thronging feet, with the irruption of strangers and a hurrying to and fro : but, more than all. with an impulse and emotion unknown to the mansion when its owner was in life, Airs. Rightbody strove to call back the vanished life, but in vain. The highest medical intelligence, railed from its bed at this strange hour, saw only the demon stration of its theories made a year before. Air. Rightbody was dead—without doubt, without mystery, even as a correct man should die—logically, and indorsed by the highest medical authority. a. tv a. tv |V| mm ■ML ÏI y> m. y Mr. Rightbody lay upon the. sofa dead. But, even in the confusion, Airs. Rightbody managed to speed a messenger to the tele graph office for a copy of the dispatch re ceived by Air. Rightbody, but now missing. In the solitude of her own room, and with out a confidant, she read these words: "[Copy.] "To Air. Adams Rightbody, Boston, Mass. : "Joshua Silsbie died suddenly this morning. Ilis last request was that you should remember your sacred compact with him of thirty years ago. (Signed) "Seventy-four. "Seventy-five. " In the darkened home, and amid the formal condoleinents of their friends who had called to gaze upon the scarcely cold features of their late associate, Mrs. Rightbody managed to send another dispatch. It was addressed to "Seventy-four and Seventy-five," Cotton wood. In a few hours she received the fol lowing enigmatical response: "A horse thief named Josh Silsbie was lynched yesterday morning by the vigilantes at Dead wood." PART IL HE spring of 1S74 was retarded in the California Sierras; so much so that cer tain eastern tour ists who had early ventured into the Y^osemite valley found themselves, one May morning, snowbound against the tempestuous shoulders of El Capitan. So fu rious was the onset of the wind at the Alice. Upper Merced can yon, that even so respectable a lady as Airs. Rightbody was fain to cling to the neck of her guide to keep her seat in the saddle; while Miss Alice, scorning all masculine assistance, was hurled, a lovely chaos, against the snowy wall of the chasm. Airs. Rightbody screamed ; Miss Alice* raged under her breath, but scram bled to her feet again in silence. "I told you so!" said Airs. Rightbody, in an indignant whisper, as her daughter again ranged beside her. "I warned you especial I}', Alice, that—that-" "What?" interrupted Miss Alice, curtly. "That you would need your ehemiloons and high boots," said Mrs. Rightbodj', in a regret ful undertone, slightly increasing her distance from the guides. Miss Alice shrugged her pretty shoulders scornfully, but ignored her mother's implica tion. "You were particularly warned against going into the valley at this season," she only replied, grindy. Mrs. Rightbody raised her eyes impatiently. r M "You know how anxious I was to discover your poor father's strange correspondent, Alice. You have no consideration." "But when '.on bare discovered him—what tuenf" queried Aliss Alice. "What then?" "Yes. My belief is that you will find the telegram only a mere business cipher, and all this quest mere nonsense." "Alice! Why, you yourself thought your father's conduct that night very strange. Have you forgotten?" The young lady had not, but, for some far reaching feminine reason, chose to ignore it at that moment, when her late tumble in the snow was still fresh in her mind. "And this woman, whoever she may be," continued Airs. Rightbody. "How do you know there's a woman in the ease?" interrupted Miss Alice, wickedly, I fear. "How do—I—know*—there's a woman?" slowly ejaculated Mrs. Rightbody, flounder ing in the snow at the unexpected possibility of such a ridiculous question. But here her guide flew to her assistance, and stopped fur ther speech. And, indeed, a grave problem was before them. The road that led to their single place of refuge—a cabin, half hotel, half trading post, scarce a mile away—skirted the base of the rocky dome, and passed perilously near the precipitous wall of the valley. There was a rapid descent of a hundred yards or more to this terrace-like passage; and the guides paused for a moment of consultation, coolly oblivious, alike to the terrified questioning of Airs. Rightbody, or the half insolent inde pendence of the daughter. The elder guide was russet bearded, stout and humorous; the younger was dark bearded, slight and se rious. "Ef you kin git young Bunker Hill to let you tote her on your shoulders, I'll get the madam to hang on to me." came to Mrs. Rightbody's horrified ears as the expression of her particular companion. "Freeze to the old gal, and don't reckon on me if the daughter starts in to play it alone," was the enigmatical response of the younger guide. Miss Alice overheard both propositions; and, before the two men returned to their side, that high-spirited young lady had urged her horse down the declivity. Alas! at this moment a gust of whirling snow swept down upon her. There was a flounder, a mis-step, a fatal strain on the wrong rein, a fall, a few plucky but unavail ing struggles, and both horse and rider slid ignominiously down toward the rocky shelf. Mrs. Rightbody screamed. Aliss Alice, from a confused debris of snow and ice, uplifted a vexed and coloring face to the younger guide, a little the more angrily, perhaps, that she saw a shade of impatience on his face. "Don't move, tut tie cue end of the 'lass' under your arms, and throw me the other," be said, quietly. "What do you mean by 'lass'—the lasso?" asked Miss Alice, disgustedly. "Yes, ma'am." "Then why don't you say so?" "Oh, Alice!" reproachfully intei'polated Mrs. Rightbo ly, encircled by the elder guide's stalwart arm. Aliss Alice deigned no reply, but drew the loop of the lasso over her shoulders, and let it drop to her round waist. Then she essayed to throw the other end to her guide. Dismal failure! The first fling nearly knocked her off the ledge ; the second went all wild against the rocky wall ; the third caught in a thorn bush, twenty feet below her companion's feet. Miss Alice's arm sunk helplessly to her side, at which signal of unqualified surrender, the younger guide threw himself half way down the slope, worked his way to the thorn bush, hung for a moment perilously over the para pet, secured the lasso, and then began to pull away at his lovely burden. Miss Alice w as no dead weight, however, but steadily half scrambled on her hands and knees to within a foot or two of her rescuer. At this too familiar proximity, she stood up, and leaned a little stiffly against the line, causing the gui le to give an extra pull, which had the lamentable effect of landing her almost in his arms. As it was, her intelligent forehead struck his nose sharply, and I regret to add, treating of a romantic situation, caused that somewhat prominent sign aud token of a hero to bleed freely. Aliss Alice instantly clapped a handful of snow over his nostrils. "Now elevate jour right aim," she said commandinglj'. He did as he was bidden, but sulkily. "That compresses the artery." No man, with a pretty woman's hand and a handful of snow over his mouth and nose, could effectively utter a heroic sentence, nor, with his arm elevated stiffly over his head, assume a heroic attitude. But, when his mouth was free again, he said half-sulkily, hal f-apologetically : "I might have known a girl couldn't throw worth a cent." "Why?" demanded Miss Alice sharply. "Because—whj'—because — jou see — they haven't got the experience," he stammered feebljx "Nonsense! they haven't the clavicle—that's all! It's because I'm a woman, and smaller in the collar bone, that I haven't the play of the forearm which you have. See!" She squared her shoulders slightly, and turned the blaze of her dark eyes full on his. "Ex perience, indeed ! A girl can learn anything a boj' can." Apprehension took the place of ill-humor in her hearer. He turned his ej'es hastilj'awaj', and glanced al»ove him. The elder guide had gone forward to catch Miss Alice's horse, which, relieved of his rider, was flounder ing toward the trail. Mrs. Rightbody was nowhere to be seen. And these two were still twenty feet below the trail! There was an awkward pause. "Shall i pull you up the same way?" he queried. Aliss Alice looked at his nose, and hesitated. "Dr will j*ou take my hand?" he added, in surly impatience. To his surprise, Aliss Alice took his hand, and they began the ascent together. But the way was difficult and dangerous. Once or twice her feet slipped on the smoothly worn rock beneath ; and she confessed to an inward thankfulness when her uncertain femi nine handgrip was exchanged for his strong arm around her waist. Not that be was un gentle; but Aliss Alice angrily felt that he had once or twice exercised his superior mas culine functions in a rough way; and yet the next moment she would have probablj* re jected the idea that she had _ even noticed it. There was no doubt, however, that he was a little surly. A fierce scramble finally brought them back in safety to the trail; but in the action Miss Alice s shoulder, striking a projecting bowlder, wrung from her a feminine cry of pain, her first sign of womanly weakness. The guide stopped instantly. "I am afraid I hurt you?" Fhe raised her brown lashes, a trifle moist from suffering, looked in hisej'es, and dropped her own. Why, she could not tell. And yet he had certainly a kind face, despite its seri ousness; and a fine face, albeit unshorn and weather 1 »eaten. Her own ej'es had never been so near to any man's before, save her lover's; and j et she had never seen so much in even his. .She slipped her hand away, not with any reference to him, but rather to ponder over this singular experience, and, somehow, felt uncomfortable thereat. Nor was he less so. It was but a few days ago that he had accepted the charge of this young woman from the elder guide, who was the recognized escort of the Rightbody party, having been a former correspondent of her father s. He had been hired like any other guide, but had undertaken the task with that chivalrous enthusiasm which the average Californian always extends to the sex so rare to him. But the illusion had passed; and he had dropped into a sulky, practical sense of his situation, perhaps fraught with less danger to himself. Only, when appealed to by bis manhood or her weakness, he hud for gotten his w ounded vanity. He strode moodily ahead, dutifully break ing the path for her in the direction of the distant canyon, where Airs. Rightbody and her friend awaited them. Miss Alice was first to sjx'ak. In this trackless, uncharted terra incognita of the passions, it is always the woman who steps out to lead the way. "You know this place verj' well. I suppose you have lived here long?" "Yes." "\ T ou were not bom here—no?" A long pause. "I observe they call jou 'Stanislaus Joe.' Of course that is not your real name?" (Alem.—Aliss Alice hud never called him anything, usually prefacing any request w ith a languid, "O-er-er, please, mister-er-a!" explicit enough for his station.) "No." - _ Aliss Alice (trotting after him, and bawl ing in his ear)— What name did j'ou say? .e man (doggedly)—I don't know. Nevertheless, when they reached the cabin, after a half-hour's buffeting with the storm, Miss Alice applied herself to her mother's es cort, Air. Ryder. "Wbat's the name of the man who takes care of my horse?" "Stanislaus Joe," responded Air. Ryder. "Is that all (" "No. Sometimes he's called Joe Stanis laus." Aliss Alice (satiricalh')—I suppose it's the custom here to send j'oung ladies out with gentlemen who hide their names under an Mr. Rj'der (greatly perplexed)—"Why, dear me, Miss Alice, j'ou allers 'peared to me us a gal as was able to take lieer- Miss Alice (interrupting with a wounded, dove-like timidity)—Oh, never mind, please! The cabin offered but scantj' accommoda tion to the tourists; which fact, when in dignantly presented to Airs. Rightbody, was explained by the good-humored Rj'der from the circumstance that the usual hotel was only a slight affair of boards, cloth and paper, put up during the season, and partly dis mantled in the fall. "You couldn't be kept warm enough there," he added. Neverthe less Aliss Alice noticed that both Mr. Ryder and Stanislaus Joe retired there with their pipes, after having prepared the ladies' supper, with the assistanee of an Indian woman, who apparently emerged from the earth at the coming of the partj', and dis appeared as mj'steriously. The stars came out brightly before they slept; and the next morning a clear, unwink ing sun beamed with almost summer power through the shutterless window of their cabin, and ironically disclosed the details of its rude interior. Two or three mangj', half eaten buffalo robes, a bearskin, some sus picious looking blankets, rifles and saddles, deal tables and barrels made up its scant in ventorj'. A strip of faded calico hung be fore a recess near the chimnej', but so black ened by smoke and age that even feminine curiosity respected its secret. Airs. Right bodj- was in high spirits, and informed her daughter that she was at last on the track of her husband's unknown correspondent. "Sev enty-four and Seventy-five represent two members of the vigilance committee, my dear, and Air. Ryder will assist me to find them." "Mr. Ryder!" ejaculated Miss Alice, in scornful astonishment. "Alice," said Mrs. Rightbody, with a sus picious assumption of sudden defence, "you injure yourself, j'ou injure me, by this exclu sive attitude. Mr. Ryder is a friend of your father's, an exceedingly well informed gentle man. I have not, of course, imparted to him the extent of my suspicions. But he can help me to what I must aud will know. You might treat him a little more civilly—or, at least, a little letter than j ou do his servant, j'our guide. Mr. Ryder is a gentl man, and not a }>aid courier." Miss Alice w as suddenly at lentive. When she spoke again, she asked, "Why do j'ou not find something uixmt this Silsbie—who died— or was hung—or something of that kind?" "Child!" said Mrs. Rightbodj', "don't j' ou see there was no SiLsbie, or, if there was, he was simply the confidant of that— woman A knock at the door, announcing the pres ence of Mr. Rj'der and Stanislaus Joe with the horses, checked Mrs. Rightbody's speech. As the animals were being packed, Airs. Rightbodj- for a moment withdrew in confi dential conversation with Mr. Ryder, and, to th6 young lad y 's still greater annoj'ance, left her alone with Stanislaus Joe. Alsss Alice was not in good temper, but she felt it neces sary to say something. "I hope the hotel offers better quarters for travelers than this in summer," she began. "It does." "Then this does not belong to it ?" "No, ma'am." "Who lives here, then?" H?» T "I do. " "1 beg j our pardon," stammered Miss Alice, "I thought you lived where we hired— w here we met j'ou—in—in— You must ex cuse me." "I'm not a regular guide; but as times were hard, and I was out of grub, I took tho job." "Out of grub!" "job!" And she was the "job." What would Henry Marvin say? It would nearlj' kill him. She began herself to feel a little frightened, and walked towards the door. "One moment, miss!" The j oung gil l hesitated. The man's tone was surlj-, and j'et indicated a certain kind of half-pathetic grievance. Her curiosity got the better of her prudence, and she turned back. "This morning," he began hastilj', "when we were coming down the vallej', j-ou picked me up twice." "I picked you up?" repeated the astonished Alice. "Yes, contradicted me; that's what I mean; once when j'ou said those rocks were volcanic, once when j'ou said the flower you picked w as a poppj-, I didn't let on at the time, for it wasn't my say; but all the while j'ou were talking I might have laid for J'ou-" "I don't understand you," said Alice haughtily. "I might have entrapped you before folks. But I only want you to know that I m right, and here are the books to show it." He drew aside the dingy calico curtain, re vealed a small shelf of bulky l>ooks, took down too large volumes—one of botany, one of geologj'—nervously sought his text, and put them in Alice's outstretched hands. "I had no intention," she began, hall proudlj', half embarrassedly. "Am I right, miss?" he interrupted. "I presume you are, if you say so." "That's all, ma'am. Thank you!" Before the girl had time to replj' he was gone. When he again returned it was with her horse, and Mrs. Rightbody and Ryder were awaiting her. But Aliss Alice noticed that his own horse was missing. "Are you not going with us?" she asked. "No, ma'am." "Oh, indeed!" Miss Alice felt her speech was a feeble con ventionalism, but it was all she could say. She, however, did something. Hitherto it had been her habit to systematically reject his assistance in mounting to her seat. Now she awaited him. As he approached she smiled and put out her little foot He instantly stooped, she placed it in his hand, rose with a spring and for one supreme moment Stanis* laus Joe held her unresistingly in his arms. The next moment she was in the saddle, but in that brief interval of sixty seconds she had uttered a volume in a single sentence: "I hope you will forgive me!" He muttered a reply, ard turned his face aside quickly as if to hide it. Miss Alice cantered forward with a smile, but pulled her hat down over her ej'es as she joined her mother. She was blushing. [to be continued.] Mrs. Cleveland's New Pet. Baron de Itajuba, the Brazilian minister, has given a marmoset to Airs. Cleveland. TF JACKO. The marmoset belongs to the South Ameri can monkey family. It is found chiefly in Guiana und Brazil. It is the most docile and petable of all the monkey family. But it is not very plentiful, owing to its strictlj- mono gamie habits. Monkey busbainl and monkey w ife pair off and hang together so faithfully that if they were human beings the divorce courts would bo bankrupted. The marmoset has a coat of long, very soft fur. It is white and reddish jellow, striped with black. Its tail is black and white ringed. The creature has a long tuft of light hair just behind each cheek, which makes it look something like an old man. It makes a shrill, barking cry, from which it is sometimes called Ouistiti. It lives on a mixed diet; hut is especially fond of cock roaches. ITow to Help the Poor. It Is sad to have to acknowledge tliat the majority of the schemes for bettering the condition of the working millions are worse than useless. They sometimes do actual barm. There is a waj', however, that money can be spent advantageously for the benefit of the toilers. Cornelius V anderbilt has appropriated a large sum of money to build a club house for the employes of the New V ork Central Railway company who work around New York. In this club the men are furnished refreshments and oppor tunities for innocent recreation at a trifling expense. The aim is to give the emploj'es, oflt duty a good time in a club of their own, in which there shall be no temptations to dissi pation. The Prince of Wales recently laid the foundation of a people's palace in Eas* London. When completed, it will provide a means of rec reation for hundreds of thou sands of workmen, and also a technical and trade school for the education of boys. It will contain a summer and winter garden, con cert halls, swimming baths, gymnasium reading rooms and a library.—Demoresis Monthly. A Distinction by Birth. "One of my schoolmates," said an old man, "was a rich man's son. I was a poor bey. He had more pocket money in a week than I ever handled in my life He is now a conductor of a street car. " "And j'ou!-'" "I'm the driver of the car."—Harper's Bazar.