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Change* From a Fish to a Bird.
1 The story of the .early life, trausf or
matton and final death of the Chinese
quail is the most remarkable that is
found in the ornithological literature of
the world. The narrative in all its un
reasonableness is found in the story of
om chung, which is the name the Chi
nese quail is known by when at home
in the Flowery Kingdom. Celestial au
thorities on bird lore declare that no
specimen of om chung was e\ er known
to live a year that they do not laj
eggs, as all other known species of
birds do, and, finally, that then- pro-
genitor is a slimy, four jointed woim,
which has a red head and a sting on
the end of its tail. Tins queer seacoaht
worm, according to the curious legend
of om chung, lays 100 eggs annually
Fifty of these become fish and the oth
er fifty are worms of the same species
as the parent The fish that has come
Into existence in this curious maimer
also lays 100 egg* a jear Fifty of
these become water denizens after the
image of their parent, and the others
become birds of the famed om chung
family These om chungs, or Chinese
quails, never breed, -and are only
brought into existence as above related.
We give the above not as a literal fact,
but as a specimen of the Chinese idea
Biographies as a Stimulus.
We cannot help living in some degree
the lives of heroes who are constantly
in our minds. Our characters are con
stantly being modified, shaped and
molded by the suggestions which are
thus held. The most helpful life sto
ries for the average youth are not the
meteoric ones, the unaccountable ones,
the astonishing ones, like those of Na
poleon, Oliver Cromwell and Julius
Caesar. The great stars of the race
dazzle most boys. They admire, but
they do not feel that they can imitate
them. They like to read their lhes,
but they do not get the helpfulness and
the encouragement from them that
they do from reading the lives of those
who have not startled the world so
much. It is the triumph of the or
dinary ability which is most helpful as
an Inspiration and encouragement.
The life of Lincoln has been an in
finitely greater inspiration to the world
than the life of Napoleon or that of
Julius Caesar.O. S. Harden in Sue
Bnlldo&H a Menace to Health.
The bulldog is a menace to health.
We have this on the authority of a
noted French physician, who says that
because of his large mouth the bull
dog Is a great purveyor of disease, es
pecially of consumption, diphtheria
and the like, as the dribbling from the
heavy, loose jaws is incessant. Those
who fondle bulldogs do so at a great
risk. He traces many cases of in
fectious disease, especially among
young children, to households in which
bulldogs are kept as pets. When we
add to this the Invariable ferocity of
the beast, the danger to which children
and other Innocent and defenseless*
people are exposed whenever he roams
the streets or highways, we have an
argument in favor of his disposal that
cannot be gainsaid. Away with bull
He Held On.
*Tn a town back in Vermont one
time," said a doctor, "a big, husky
lumberman entered the office of a den
tist I knew and showed the doctor a
bad tooth. The dentist decided that
the tooth should be pulled.
"'All right," said the lumberman.
But listen now. If I tell you to stop,
you stop pulling or I'll beat you up.'
"The dentist agreed, and the lumber
man got in the chair. The dentist took
hold of the tooth and began pulling.
Almost immediately the lumbermap
yelled, 'Hold on!'
"The dentist continued to pull. 'Hold
onl' yelled the lumberman The dentist
kept pulling, and the tooth came out.
Then the lumberman jumped from the
"Why didn't you stop when I told
you to?' he asked fiercely.
'You didn't tell me to stop,' said
"'I did too! I yelled "Hold on!"
'Oh,' said the dentist innocently,
thought you meant to keep hold of it.*
"The lumberman believed him and
cooled off."Denver Post.
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Han ell lay in the bottom of his ca
noe. The canoe was tied a few feet out
from the shore, and the river, deep,
powerful and mysterious, tugged at the
frail little craft. But Harvell did not
heed the call The darkness was deep,
yet luminous, with the promise of an
early moon, and the night wind that
swept from shoreward was sweet and
hea^y with the fragrance of blooming
Harvell stared upward to the stars,
every sense as keenly alive to the
beauty of the scene as if mind and
heart had not been given over for days
to the problem which he had thrown
himself into the canoe to solve. Final
ly he stirred restlessly and said half
"No. It's no use. I can't do it. She is
too fine and thoroughbred for a great,
common born chap like me to marry.
"MAKGAEET!" HE CKIED.
Andno, even if she should be will
ing, which is an insane thought on my
part, l'\e no light to let her sacrifice
herselt I'll stay until tomorrow and
then plead business and disappear."
There was a little stir near the pier,
as of the underbrush, then a woman's
voice, wonderfully clear and sweet:
"Let's sit here and wait for the moon
to rise The bungalow is so close and
Harvell caught his breath. It was
she. The voice that replied he recog
nized as that of his married sister, who
was chaperoning the bungalow party.
"You haven't been yourself at all, Mar
garet, during the entire wreek."
"I know it, Agnes." The voice, with
its tired note, was very touching, and
Harvell stirred restlessly. "I'm use
less to myself and every one else
every one else," she repeated, as if to
"Oh, nonsense! Peggy, you are too
fine and wholesome to talk so. I
wish" Agnes stopped as if not daring
to go on.
Margaret's voice continued: "I want
you to help me to steal off tonight,
Agnes. I want to go home, and I may
joint the Westburys and go to Paris.
The stage goes down at 9 and I am
going to catch it and steal off without
a word to any one. Please, Agnes."
The perspiration started to Harvell's
face as he strained his ears to catch
Agnes' reply. When it came he gasped:
"Sometimes I think brother Paul is a
Margaret's voice was stern. "Agnes,
I wish you would never mention Paul
Harvell's name to me. I" But her
voice was growing too faint for the
man in the canoe to distinguish her
words, strive as he would.
"They've started back to the bunga-
low," he thought. "I am a cad to have
listened even thus much. But, anyhow,
I've lived up to the adage. I wonder
why I'm a fool"
Suddenly a realizing sense of Mar
garet's words came to him. She was
going away, going within an hour,
and all that he had been feeling for a
year was unsaid. For a moment his
stern resolve of the early evening was
forgotten. Then he sat erect, every
muscle tense with stress of feeling.
"It's better so," he said bitterly. "It's
my business to begin to forget, if she
never wants to hear my name again."
He looked off toward the bank, then
gave a startled exclamation. The pier
had disappear ed. His canoe was float
ing rapidly down stream, while his
paddle was safely locked in the boat
"I must be almost on the rapids," he
thought. With the thought the boat
turned the bend that had shut off the
sound of the falls and the canoe was
in the whirlpool. To swim was out of
the question, for in the river here was
a mass of jagged rocks hidden in seeth
ing water. Almost instantly the canoe
was broken and capsized. Harvell,
dazed and bruised, clung to a project
ing rock that had wrecked him. Fight
as he would with all the force of his
wonderful physique, he was dashed
again and again upon the stones. Yet
as he fought he was conscious of only
"I must get there. I must have just
one word with Margaret before she
Then he gave a cry of remembrance.
He, with the other men of the camping
party, had been planning a footbridge
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across the rapids. The week before
with infinite toil they had laid a single
line of heavy planks on the projecting
rocks from shore to shore. They were
not yet fastened in any way, their
heavy weight serving to balance then?
fairly well on the stones. The dark
ness, not yet lighted by the moon, con
cealed the planks, but clinging des
perately with one hand Harvell felt
about with the other and by rare good
luck found a plank, wet and slippery
with spray, on a neighboring rock.
With infinite toil he raised himself out
of the water inch by inch until at last
he crouched on the great stone and felt
the teetering plank.
Then on hands and knees he started
for the shore. Blinded by sprays, the
planks half turning so that he could
only pause, struggling with rigid mus
cles for balance, Harvell crawled along
the foot wide planks. And with each
pause came new discouragement. Mar
garet would surely be gone. In a
panic of haste he slipped and fought
his way, now half in the boiling water,
half on the slimy rocks, now again on
the plankway, gaining towTard
foot by foot. At last one final spring,
and he felt again the solid earth be
neath him. Without thought of his
dripping clothing he started on his
half mile run through the woods to the
"If the moon would only come up!"
he thought as he tore his way through
the heavy underbrush. "Ifif onlj I
am not too late! I am going to tell her
anyhow, just to prove to her that I am
a fool. I suppose Oh, here is the
On up the sandy road, his clothes
half dry with his rapid pace, then with
the great edge of the summer moon
peering over the top of the pines, he
perceived a dim figure standing by the
roadside. The figure shrank back a lit
tle at the sight of the man storming
up the road. Harvell passed.
"Margaret!" he cried.
"Yes," answered quietly the sweet,
clear voice that never failed to thrill
"Margaret, why do you go?"
Margaret, too surprised by his sudden
appearance to be startled by his knowl
edge of her movements, made no reply.
"Because," Harvell plunged on, "I
annoy you with attention, because I
hang on your every word and glance,
because I am an ordinary chap with no
ancestors, and you are the personifica
tion of culture and delicacyis that it,
"You have no right to speak that
way, Paul," said Margaret, in her quiet
"No, but isn't that true?" persisted
Harvell. The moon was well above the
treetops now. By its light he could
see the look of pride with which Mar
garet drew herself up.
"So you think me a snob? You know
me well indeed!"
"Know you," replied Harvell miser
ably"no, I know nothing, except
that I love you and that I can never
hope to marry you
There was a long pause. The sum
mer night was very fair around them.
The girl before him seemed to Harvell
a part of the wonder of the night.
"You think, then," said Margaret,
"that I am too brainless to admire your
fine mind, your splendid physique?
Being, you say, well born, I must be a
Harvell drew a long breath. "Mar
garet," he said, "will you marry me?
Will you say yes, Margaret?"
"Not until I have told you," answered
the low voice, "that I was born and
bred in poverty in the mountains of
Tennessee, that I am finely born only
as every American is finely born, and I
am proud of it."
The sound of stagecoach wheels came
up the road, but already the two
figures were far up the path that led
to the bungalow.
Men Are Bigger Tiow.
Until the sixteenth century armor
developed in a logical way, its forms
were governed by the necessities of
war, and changes in it were the re
sult of practical experience and actual
experiment on the battlefield. After
the sixteenth century it became fan
tastic and meaningless, a gala costume
rather than a harness. The greatest
captains opposed its use, but the no
bles clung to it as a mark of distinc
tion. After it was made bullet proof
it became so enormously heavy that at
the end of the sixteenth century it
was complained that gentlemen of thir
ty were even at that age deformed by
the weight of their armor In spite of
the huge armors of Henry VIII., of
Anthony of Burgundy and of some oth
ers, the average size of the modern
man is greater than that of the sol
dier of the middle ages and the re
naissance, If we can judge from the
armor preser\ ed in the museums of
England and the continent, which are,
with few exceptions, small and nar
row, especially the leg and thigh
The Ungainly "Mud Devil."
A most curious, ugly and ungainly
eemi-aquatic creature is that which is
known by the common name of mud
devil or hellbender. The mud devil
has neither the spiked tail, the horned
head nor the cloven hoofs that are sup
posed to be the distinguishing marks
of the evil one, but he is hideous
enough to suggest all sorts of horrid
dreams and nightmares, and on that
account has been made more repulsive
by the bestowal of his uneuphonious
common name. He is not poisonous in
any way, has no horns or sting, but is
simply a mud devil because he is re
pulsively ugly. In general appearance
his distorted and wart covered body is
not exactly unlike that of a gigantic
tadpole. His average length is about
eighteen inches, but occasional well fed
Individuals may exceed even two feet
from tip to tip. He has a bioad, flat
head and a sharp, sawlike flu, running
from the middle of the back the tall,
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"They tell me your husband draws a
salary for sleepin'."
"Sure, that's right, Mrs. Clancy. He's
a night watchman "New York World.
Going against the grain.Chicago
"Was a Lawyer,
Teacher -What is the longest sen
tence you ever read, Bobby?
BobbyImprisonment for life.Cin
cinnati Commercial Tribune.
Business and Pleasure.
Old ManWhat ye cryin' fer,
TommyI want to build a snow
Old ManWon't yer ma let ye?
TommyYes, but she wants me ter
take de snow off de sidewalk ter build
it wid.Leslie's Weekly.
In a Way
"The baby ees learning ze French,
"He's learned the gestures anyway."
"What kind of a dog is that, my
"It's a setter. Can't you see himJ
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By FRANK SWEET
Copyright, 1906, by Frank H. Sweet
HAT'S your notion 'bout go
in' to town, Sairy?" And
Farmer Lish Hopkins paus
ed at the door, his shoul
ders still humpjng for a position inside
the coat that was beginning to strain
across the back. "Suit ye to a T, hey
wouldn't it, Sairy?"
"Well, no. I don't guess so today,
Lish," was the placid answer. "It's
ben my bakin' day, an' now I've got to
black up the stove an' wash the floor.
Ye'd have to wait too long for me to
"Oh, I don't mean today!" with a
grin. "I mean move up for good an'
all. Sell the farm an' be town folks
like the best o' 'em. I'd go into busi
ness, an' ye'd be so ye could have com
p'ny an' see somebody most every day.
I guess we could stand up straight
with 'em, hey?"
His wife gazed at him blankly for a
moment, then dropped upon a chair,
her favorite mode of expressing aston
"Ye don't mean"
"Yes, I do mean jest that! I've been
thnikin' on 't for consider'ble of a
spell, an' that letter from Hiram Pot
ter out west sayin' he'd made $40,000
merchandisin' clinched the rivets close
up. I've been a fool, Sairy."
"I dunno, Lish. Folks round here
say ye've done well."
"Well," he snorted, with profound
self disgust, "for farmin' round here,
mebbe. I've cleared off the mortgage
an' put $1,000 in the bank an' got to
gether a pretty good head o' stock, but
I've been twenty years a-doin' it, Sairy,
twenty years, an' I've worked like a
dog sixteen hours a day an' more. I
wan't goin' to miss anything for lack o'
hard work. No, siree. An' now there's
Hiram, who wan't thought nigh so
smart as me at school, an' Reuben
Smith, who keeps the hotel over to the
Comers, an' Nathan Taylor, who sells
us groe'ries, an' others. All of 'em
have been wearin' good clothes right
along an' takin' money over their coun
ters In handfuls, an' when there was
offices an' honors__to_he given it was
them as was went to."
He drew his cap a little lower down
and his collar a little higher up and
peered at her through the narrow silt
as though expecting some comment.
"Suit ye to a T, hey?" he repeated.
She nodded reflectively.
"I dunno but 'twill," she conceded.
"Ill miss the chickens an' butter
makin', but they be work, an', then, as
ye say, I can see somebody most every
day. N-no. I guess I won't mind."
"Course ye won't," he declared.
"We'll be town folks an' will have to
put on our best bibs an' tuckers every
day. Ye'll set on a stuffed cheer talkin'
to comp'ny an' takin' in money, an' in the
evenin's there'll be a lot gathered round
my store talkin* politics an' things, an'
they won't cost me a cent fdr entertain
ment, like visitors gener'ly do, but will
be bringin' me in more money."
"Ye don't suppose there'd be no hitch
'bout'bout ye doin' it, Lish?" she in
an* Reuben an' Nathan have all done
it an' made money! Well, I guess not.
But I'll go an' look round some. Folks
in town are gener'ly pretty keen scent
ed on money, an' if they git wind o'
my needin' a house to live in an' a
store to merchandise in they might
think rents ought to be a little higher.
I'll look round sort o' casual. But ye're
sure ye favor the idee, Sairy? I don't
want to go into nothin' that ye couldn't
smooth down to."
"Oh, I'll like it all right," she said
placidly. "Pm sure to. Ye needn't
bother 'bout that, Lish. I've always
hankered to shop without climbin' in
an' out a waggin. I^n too hefty. An'
say, Lish," raising her voice as he
opened the door and let in a rush of
air and whirling snow, "be sure an'
beat 'em down some."
It was late in the evening when he
returned, but from the way the wagon
rattled by the house and the unneces
sarily loud "Whoa!" which came to her
when it reached the barn she felt that
something momentous had happened,
and this feeling was made a certainty
when Lish flung open the door and she
saw him trying to straighten his face
into an expression of indifference.
"Supper ready, Sairy?" he demanded
airily. "I swan, I'm most starved1"
"Ye know ifs ready, Lish," she said
quietly. "It always is at 7 to a minute.
You know it's been gettin' cold jest an
hour an' a half. So ye've hired a
"Ye ain't wuth a cent for news,
Sairy," he grumbled. "Ye either scent
it out miles ahead or take it all for
granted. I'd as soon have^ a stick to
tell somethin' to. How'd ye know I've
hired a place?"
"Goodness land," scornfully, "it's
stickin' out rill over ye, Lish! I knowed
it by the way the wheels went round
when ye went by."
"Don't suppose the wheels told ye
what place I hired an' how much I'm
to pay an' when we're goin' to move?"
"No," she confessed, "exceptin' they
said ye was considerably set up, an' I
flggered from that ye'd got the old
drug store stand. That's the biggest
store in the best part o' the town, an'
it Is the only one I know on as bein'
empty just now."
I Lish chuckled.
"Wheels are mighty onreliable things
to go by," he declared, "though I did
hint sort 0' casual 'bout that very idea-
tical store. But, law, they wanted $G0
a month for it, much as I'd think the
place could be wuth for a whole year.
I jest laffed. Then I found Wood &
Co.'s dry goods store would be empty
the 1st of April, an' I went an' looked
that over. The drug store folks said
their place bein' on the corner made it
valuable, an' as Wood & Co. was right
in the middle of a block I figgered it
might be cheap enough to wait for till
April. But I didn't look round much.
When they said $50 I jest turned an*
He stretched himself more comforta
ably across the chairs and chuckled
"Good thing, though," he went on re
flectively. "It set me to lookin' round.
Now I've got the nicest, quietest an'
best place in the whole town, 'cordm'
to my notion. There's big shade trees
right in front, an' there ain't no rush
an' rumblin' o' people an' waggms.
Customers can come in an' go out easy
an' comfortable-like without no dan
ger o' bein' run over nor nothin'. We
can almost make believe we're livin' in
the country, Sairy, an' the best of it is
I only pay $10 a month. Deacon
Rounds wanted $15, but I beat him
down to $10. Ye see, he built the place
two years ago an' has never been able
to rent it."
"Deacon Rounds' store. Ain't that
consider'able way out?"
"Only three streets. Buyers '11 be
glad to come that fur jest for the quiet
an' comfort'bleness o' the place. Why,
we have to go eight miles for our gro
e'ries an' things. No it's a bargain,
Sairy. Squire Brown's goin' to take
the farm an' stock jest as they stand
for $3,500. He'll be out tomorrow with
the papers. Then wTe'll
move right off.
I want to open the store next week."
Her eyes widened a little at this.
"But ye ain't got no stock nor noth
in' yet, Lish." she said.
He rubbed his hands gleefully.
"That's all fixed, too, Sairy," he
beamed. "I done a gist o' bizness up
there. Some folks 'd 'a' took two days
for it an' then thought themselves
smart. I had figgered on havin' to go
to the city an' mebbe payin' as much
as $25 for car fares an' expenses that
wouldn't turn me in a cent, but a feller
that was showin' samples to Mr. Wood
follered me out, an'an'well, he
the whole thing from me an' is comin'
down next week-to show us samples."
"I s'pose ye talked it over with
Nathan Taylor fust?" she asked. "He's
done bizness there the heft o' his life
an' couid tell ye consider'ble. An' he's
your own fourth cousin an' a school-
"Nathan Taylor! Huh! Don't s'pose
he's goin' to encourage opposition, do
ye? I did speak to him a little, an' he
advised me to take the drug store
Stand said it was at the best part o'
the bizness street an' on a corner an'
that the extra trade would pay the big
rent a dozen times over. The idee!
I seen in a minute what he was arter.
Long's I was bound to go in, he felt
the faster I rushed through the money
the quicker I'd git out Why, jest one
year's rent would take half a quarter
Of all we've got! An', more'n that, he
said I'd better be pretty careful how I
left things to them" drummers an' that
I ought to go up to the city an' hunt
round through the stores fer jest the
things I needed an' the best prices.
But he didn't say a word 'bout the $25
or more expenses that wouldn't turn
me in a cent. Oh, no! He even hinted
I'd better hire a bright young man
with experience to help in the store."
The next week the drummer was as
prompt as his word and came down
with an extensive assortment of sam
ples. An entire day was spent with
him in the big, empty store, which
Sairy had swept and scrubbed with her
own hands. At first they were delib
erate and circumspect in their buyings,
Sairy being for ordering a dress pat
tern from this and that, a few yards of
one ribbon and another, apiece of braid
or a cake of fancy soap, and Lish for
breaking dozens and dividing the boxes
and packages. But after the drummer
had repeatedly assured them that they
were purchasing to fill a store and not
for their own immediate necessities for
a few months ahead they grew bolder
and yet bolder, and finally, when a pas
sion for buying had begun to possess
them, they ordered from everything
shown and toward the end recklessly.
After it was all over and the drummer
had left they drew long breaths and
looked at each other curiously.
"We've bought a sight, Lish," Sairy
"I should say so," rubbing his chin
thoughtfully. "More'n was ever put'
into a store at one time before, I guess,
But it's bizness," brightening up some.
"As the feller said, we can't open ai
store with a yard o' 'lastic."
AT ITB8T THET WEEK DELIBERATE IN
-i\o, 1 s'pose not. But now mucn ao
ye think we got, Lish?" her face still
"I dunno," he confessed slowly, "an*
ain't even an idee. I tried to go slow
at first an' keep count, but I got off the
track. Mebbe a thousand, two thou
sand, three thousand, though 'tain't
likely so much as the last. We've nev
er bought more'n $20 or $30 worth at
a time before, an' it's hard to guess.
But $2,000 t)r $3,000 is good for a
mighty big pile o' stuff."
The second day the goods came down
in boxes and barrels and kegs and bun
dles and in great square cases that re
quired two men to roll from the freight
platform into the wagon. Lish hired a
team and a man to help and did all the
hauling himself. The next morning the
I bill came.
Lish opened and looked at it eagerly,
then drew a long breath and rubbed
I his eyes and looked at it again.
He seized his cap and jammed it vi
ciously upon his head and left the
store. The village bank was upon the
principal street, and the cashier was
an old friend. It was upon this bank
that Squire Brown had given him a
check for $3,500. The cashier happened
to be alone.
By this time Lish had regained con
trol ofTiimself. "Slipping the invoice
into his pocket, he drew out the check
and placed it in the cashier's window.
"I'd like that cashed, Mr. Wh.te," he
said, "an' I want to borry $600 more.
Ye know I'm good for it, an' anyhow
there's stock enough in the store."
"Oh, that's all right, Mr. Hopkins,"
I laughed the cashier. "I never knew
the time when your word wasn't good
for $GC0. But how happens it you need
more just now? You were telling me
the other day that you only intended
to put half the money into goods now
and hold the rest as a reserve."
Lish grinned ruefully.
"I guess I Avan't much used to buy-
in'," he confessed. "Look here."
He produced the invoice and spread
it out in the window. The cashier look
ed it over curiously.
"I don't know much about this line
of goods, Mr. Hopkins," he said at
length, "but it seems to me there's a
good many things here that won't find
much sale. Nowr,
this six dozen door
bells, for instance."
"The drummer said they were good
sellers," ventured Lish.
"Well, perhaps they are," acquiesced
i the cashier. "Of course I don't know.
But about the $000. If I were you I
wouldn't hire the money just yet.
Drummers have prices that are sup
posed to cover a generous system.
Didn't your man say anything about
"He said I could have thirty or sixty
days' time jest as well's not, but I told
him I'd ruthei* pay cash."
"Very good, provided you have the
money to pay and also provided he al
lows a fair discount Tor paying it.
You'd better wait and find that out. Send
the firm what money you have and let
the six hundred go until the drummer
comes round again You may take in
enough by that time to pay him. At any
rate, find out his discount for cash, and,
if it's more than our interest, come to me
and I will let you have the money. Only
i don't hire unless you're obliged to."
One rooming a few weeks later Nathan
Taylor entered the store Lish was look
ing over his account book, kept with a
lead pencil much the same manner as
1 he had jotted down items while on the
farm. Sairy was at another counter, en
gaged in rubbing her hand back and forth
I across a new piece of velveteen which had
Just been taken from the case. Nathan
said, "Good morning," and then paused
and glanced critically about the store,
with evident disapproval in his eyes.
"You've done just what I was afraid of,
Lish," he said, at length. "A third of the
goods won't sell in all the world. That
fellow was too slippery and has loaded
you with a lot of unsalable stuff."
Several times during the spring and
summer Lish was sorely pressed for
money, and more than once he started
to the bank, but each time he turned
back before reaching there.
Bul_th_jjd_chd not come until another
wlnter, just one year from the time he
had left the farm. Then one day a tall,
strongly built man in a heavy coat strode
into the room
"Elisha Hopkins, I suppose?" he inter
"Yes. What can I do for ye?"
The man did not answer. Taking a pa
per from his pocket, he unfolded it delib
erately and read in a slow, ponderous
voice for several minutes. Then he looked
at the startled figure behind the counter.
"Going to pay it'" he asked.
"Can't Jest now," Lish answered weak
"I suppose so He walked to the coun
ter and held out his hand. "I may as well
take the key," he said.
Lish nodded toward the door, from the
lock of which the key had not been re
moved. The sheriff went and took It out
and then held the door open significantly.
Lish realized that it was for him to go
How he stumbled across the room and
out into the snow and across the yard
to his own house he scarcely knew, only
that it was a feeling of thankfulness
that Sairy had not happened to be in the
She was bending over the stove when he
entered and sank heavily into a chair.
"Goodness land'" she exclaimed, sud
denly straightening up "What is the
"Nothm' "drearily"only the sheriff's
I toox the store an' shet me on the out
She came quickly to his side
placed 4. hind upon his shoulder.
"Yes twelve hundred."
"An' can't ye pay?"
"No An' if I could there's most an
other twelve hundred that'll be asked for
Boon 's this is known. Mebbe I could
I raise it all to the bank"slowly"but I
dunno 's I want to. I'm gettin* tired o'
the whole thing
"But the goods are wuth more'n what
we owe, ain't they?"
"Twiee as much, 'cordin' to what we
paid, but there ain't no knowin' what
they'll fetch to auction. Not more'n
enough to pay the debts mebbe."
She was silent for some minutes, looking
down at him.
"The man Squire Brown rented ov
farm to has moved away," she said at'
last hesitatingly, "an" I hear the squire'
wants to rent ag"in."
Ush looked up quickly.
"An*an* wouldn't ye mind goin' back,
Sairy he asked.
"Mind?" she asked. "Oh, Lish, I never
did really want to leave the farm!"
He rose sturdily to his feet.
"Then we'll go back," he declared. And.
there was something that was almost
gladness in his face. "I know how to run
a farm, an' tryln' to keep a store 's a
dog's life anyway."