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1808. THE ADVOCATE AND NEWS. to try to force mo" to deliver Cnoae Ie5 tora to him." "And can he succeed?" "No." "IIow will you stop him?" "I dou't know yet just what we shall do, but if worse comes to worst I will allow myself to be committed for con tempt of court." "What would they do with you?" "Give me free board for a time." "Not send you to prison?" "Yes." "Oh," Bho cried, "that mustn't bel You must not make such a sacrifice for us." "I'd do more than that for you," I said. And I couldn't help putting a lit tle emphasis on the last word, though I knew I had no right to do it She understood me and blushed rosily, oven while she protested, "It is too much" "There's really no likelihood," I in terrupted, "of my being able to assumo a martyr's crown, Miss Cullen, so don't begin to pity me till I'm behind the bars." "But I can't bear to think" "Don't," I interrupted again, rejoic ing all the time at her evident anxiety and blessing my stars for the luck they had brought mo. "Why, Miss Cullen," I went on, "I've become so interested in your success and the licking of those fellows that I really think I'd stand about anything rather than that they should win. Yesterday, when Mr. Camp threatened to" Then I stopped, as it suddenly occurred to me that it was best not to tell Madge that I might lose my position, for it would look like a kind of bid for her favor, and, besides, would only add to her worries. "Threatened what?" asked Mi38 Cul len. "Threatened to lose hia temper," I answered. "You know that wasn't what you were going to say," Madge said re proachfully. "No, it wasn't," I laughed. "Then what was it?" "Nothing worth speaking about. " "But I want to know what he threat ened." "Really, Miss Cullen" I began, but she interrupted me by saying anxiously: "He can't hurt papa, can he?" "No," I replied. "Or my brothers?" "He can't touch any of them without my help. And he'll have work to get that, I suspect" "Then why can't you tell me?" de manded Miss Cullen. "Your refusal makes me think you are keeping back some danger to them. " ' ' Why, Miss Cullen, ' ' I said, I didn't like to tell his threat because it seemed well, I may be wrong, but I thought it might look like an attempt an ap peal Oh, pshaw!" I faltered, like a donkey. "Ican'tsayitaslwanttoput it." "Then tell me right out what he threatened," said Madge. He threatened to get me discharged, " I said. That made Madge look very sober, and for a moment there was silence. Then she said: "I never thought of what you were risking to help us, Mr. Gordon. And I'm afraid it's too late to" "Don't worry about me," I hastened to interject. " I'm a long way from be ing discharged, and, even if I should be, Miss Cullen, I know my business, and it won't be long before I have another place. " "But it's terrible to think of the in jury we may have caused you," said Madge sadly. "It makes me hate the thought of money." "That's a very poor thing to hate," I said, "except the lack of it" "Are you so anxious to get rich?" , asked Madge, looking up at me quickly as we walked, for we had been pacing up and down the platform during our chat "I haven't been till lately," I said. "And what made you change?" she questioned. "Well," I said, fishing round for some reason other than the true one, "perhaps I want to take a rest " "You are the worst man for fibs I ever knew," she laughed. I felt myself getting red, while I ex claimed, "Why, Miss Cullen, I don't ibiak I'm lit worn lis thau" "Oh," she cried, interrupting mo, "I didn't mean that way. I meant that when you try to fib you always do it bo badly that one sees right through you. Now, acknowledge that you wouldn't stop work if you could. ' ' "Well, no, I wouldn't," I owned up. "The truth is, Miss Cullen, that I'd like to be rich because well, hang it, I don't care if I do say it because I'm in love," Madge laughed at my confusion and said, "With money?" "No," I said; "with just the nicest sweetest, prettiest girl in the world." Madge took a look at me out of the corner of her eye and remarked, "It must be breakfast time. " Considering that it was about 6:30, 1 wanted to ask who was telling a tara diddle now, but I resisted the tempta tion and said: "No, and I promise not to bother you about my private affairs any more." Madge laughed again merrily, say ing: "You are the most obvious man I ever met Now why did you say that?" "I thought you were making break fast an excuse," I said, "because you didn't like the subject ' ' "Yes, I was," said Madge frankly. 'Td do more than that for you." ' "Tell mo about the girl you are engaged to." I was so taken aback that I stopped in my walk and merely looked at her. "For instance," she asked coolly, when she saw that I was speechless "what does she look like?" "Like, like" I stammered, still em barrassed by this bold carrying, the war Into my own camp "like an angeL" "Oh," said Madge eagerly, "I've al ways wanted to know what angels were like! Describe her to me." "Well," I said, getting my second wind, so to speak, "she has the bluest eyes I've ever seen. Why, Miss Cullen, you said you'd never seen anything so blue as the sky yesterday, but even the atmosphere of 'rainless Arizona has to take a back scat when her eyes are round. And they are just like the at mosphere out here. You can look into them for 100 miles, but you can't get to the bottom." Tho Arizona sky is wonderful, ' said Madge. "How do the scientists account for it?" I wasn't going to have my description of Miss Cullen side tracked, for since she had given me the chance I wanted her to know just what I thought of her. I didn't follow lead on the Arizona skies, but went on: "And I really think her hair is just as beautiful as her eyes. It's light brown, very curly and" 4 Her complexion !' ' exclaimed Madge. "Is she a mulatto, and, if so, how can a complexion be curly?" "Her complexion, " I said, not a bit rattled, ' is another great beauty of hers. She has one of those skins" "Furs are out of fashion at present," he interjected, laughing wickedly. "Now, look here, Miss Cullen!" I cried indignantly. " I'm not going f o let even you mtke fun of her. " "I can't help it, "she laughed, "when you look so serious and intense. " "It's something I feel intense about, Miss Cullen, " I said, not a little pained, I confess, at the way she was joking. I don't mind a bit being laughed at, but Miss Cullen knew about as well as I , to me she was laughing at my love for her. Under this impression I went on: "1 8uppoflO it is funny to you. Probably so many men have been in love with you that it has come to moan very little in your eyes. But out hero we don't make a joke of love, and when we care for a woman wo care well, it's not to bo put in words, Miss Cullen. " "I really didn't mean to hurt your feelings, Mr. Gordon," said Madge gently, and quite serious now. "I ought not to have tried to tcaso you. " "There!" I said, my irritation en tirely gone. "I had no right to lose my temper, and I'm sorry I spoke so un kindly. The truth is, Miss Cullen, the girl I care for is in love with another man, and so I'm bitter and ill naturod in these days." My companion Btopped walking at the steps of 218 and said, "Ilassho told you bo?" "No, " I answered. "But it's as plain as 6ho's pretty." Madge ran up the steps and opened the door of tho car. As she turned to close it she looked down at mo with tho oddest of expressions and said: "How dreadfully uly she must be!" (To be continued.) CO-OPERATIVE READING CLUBS. " TW"H"I"I"I"l-l i I lll l 1 1 ll-H-M-14 AMERICAN LITERATURE COURSE. Outllue of the Early Terlod. LESSON IV.-PART 2. ERA OF NATIONAL EXPANSION. COOPER. 1. Birth. (1) Time, September 15, 1789; (2) place, Burlington, N. J. 2. Boyhood. (1) At an early age re moved to Otsego Lake, N. Y. (2) At 13 years of age he entered Yale college. (3) At 1C entered the navy as midship man. 3. Manhood. (1) .Married at the age of 22 and settled down near New York city. (2) Literary, career begun by acci dent. 4. His Books. (1) "Leatherstocklug Tales," five volumes of pioneer and In dian life; (2) "The Pilot" and "Red Rover," sea stories; (3) "The Spy," a story of the revolution. (4) Wrote more than thirty volumes In all. JAMES FENIMORE COOPER. James Fenlmore Cooper was born at Burlington, New Jersey, September 15, 1783. When a mere baby his father had moved to a real wilderness, near Otsego lake, New York. Here he built a large house and laid out the streets of a town, naming it Cooperstown. He had been a prominent man, but few set tlers came to the newly laid out town, and the fields and forests remained un cultivated. James Fenlmore Cooper used to roam through these wilds hunt ing or fishing or learning the ways of Indians and fur traders or the habits of wild animals. After leading a life eo free from re straint was it strange that he should re volt at the confinement of college life? At the age of 13 he was sent to Yale, where he remained three years. He then entered the navy as midshipman,' and remained six years In the service. He then married and settled, first In Win chester county and afterwards in New York city. His literary career was begun, it seems, by accident. One evening, lay ing aside an English novel which he had been reading to his wife, he re marked, half playfully, that he believed he could write a better one himself. 'Precaution" was the result of this con viction; but, if we may Judge of its worth by its author's estimation, he did not realize the conceit which gave birth to the effort In his novel he had tried to describe English life, of which he knew nothing, and produced a very stupid novel, of which It is said he was heartily ashamed. Instead of being discouraged, he tried again, and, in 1821, published what is conceded to have been the first Ameri can novel, entitled "The Spy; a Tale of the Neutral Ground." The "spy" or hero, is Harvey Birch, a very shrewd spy and brave soldier, the story of whose adventures delighted not only America and England but all Europe. The book was even translated into the Persian and Arabic languages. The French were particularly charmed with these new scenes and characters. "After the success of 'The Spy,' " says Watkins, "his boyhood memories came to him, and he determined to writs stories ef th far-o2 days ha th9 wlita man dared penetrate hardly beyond the roar of the Atlantic He could recall the backwoods life clearly; his imagi nation easily filled in tho truo back ground with incident after incident. He drew well and accurately the Indian wigwam, the war council, the trail, the attack. We think of the Indian as brave, loyal, shrewd, enduring, never forgetting either a kindness or an in Jury, Just becauso Cooper so shows them to us." More real and atractlve than the In dian Is Natty Bumppo. He was the plo I neer or backwoodsman who appears in five of hia novels, called the "Leathor stocklng Series," because Natty Bumppo was so called by the Indians. They are "The Deerslayer," "The Last of the Mo hicans," "The Pathfinder." "The Pio neers," and "Tho Prairie." His life as midshipman led him to declare that the sea story, Scott's "Pirate," was not as realistic as It would have been had Scott been a sailor. Cooper, to prove the point, wrote a sea novel, "The Pilot." The scenes are laid during the revolution. It Is said that "It not only demonstrated the versatility of his genius but also proved it to be master of a creative and pictorial energy exceeding any evidence yet given. The ships with whose fortunes we have to do In this story Interest us like crea tures of flesh and blood. Long Tom Cofflnla probably the most widely known sailor character in existence." Fully equalling "The Pilot" In thrill I lng Incidents, was the "Red Rover." Of a similar character was the "Water Witch" that followed. In 1832 and 1833 Cooper published not less than five novels. The best of them Is "The Bravo." "Homeward Bound and Home as Found," in 1838, was an elab orate portraiture of a newspaper editor and was the cause for libel suits against the author. His "Naval History of the United States" Is a series of naval biographies, works of travel, and a great deal of con troversial matter. He died September 14, 1851, at hia country estate at Cooperstown, on the eve of hh Blxty-second birthday. What has been said of him bydlffer ent authors: "He was a man of stronjdy marked individuality; fiery, pugnacious, sensi tive to criticism, and abounding In crit icism. He wrote over thirty novels, the greater part of which are little better than trash, and tedious trash at that. He was no satirist, and his humor was not of a high order. He was a rapid and uneven writer, and, unlike Irving, he had no style." Beers. "In his personal character Cooper pre sents to ua a manly, resolute nature, of an independent mood, aggressive, fond of the attack: conscious of the strength which had led him to choose his own path in the world and triumph.- He never exerted his power, however, but In some chivalrous course." Duyck Inck. 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