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SWEET WORLD OF BLOSSOMS.
world of blosson 9 And melody divine, Hark time and light time— How long shall you ba mil e? How Ion* to feel the freahnet.' That In a green leaf waves. To drink your life-thrilled sunlight— To sigh above your graves? Sweet world of blossoms— Red rose and white. How long the May morning— "ow far falls the Night? How long to dream the sweet dream Neath skies that flame or frown. To thrill before the Vision Ere shadows Told It down? Sweet world of blossoms. All dreams above! Thy crimson my heart's blood— Thy lilies my love! How long to tread thy pathways— Thy harvests rich to reap. Till the. toller's steps turn homeward. Where the still Night whispers, '•Sleep?** —K. L. Stanton, in Atlanta Constitution. The Hermit A Story of the Wilderness By CHARLES CLARE NUNN Author of "Pocket IsUnd.” "Uncle Terry" «nd " Rjckhaven." 'Copyright, hog, bj Leo end Shepard.) CHAPTER XXIX.—Continukd. “Oh. middlin' so,” answered old Cy, his face glowing with excitement; "it’s Amzi fast enough, ’n’ he owns it up. hut he can't make out how or why I’m here, an he don't 'low he’s got a brother Dave ’n’ a grown up gal, Angie. He's sane enough so fur's livin’ here, 'n' how he does it, 'n' all about the gar den n' squirrels, but jist the mlnit I shift back to old times, he either gets wary or don’t rec’lect. He thinks I come heieSJtfone, too, n' when I come ‘way. he acted worried for fear I .--Wouldn't come back, 'n' kept beggin’ l would. It’s a curus case, 'n' I can’t make It out. He acts like a man woke up out of a sleep.” "Had I best call on him now,” asked Martin.afteralong pause,”or wait until to-morrow? He isn't likely to go off again, Is he?” "Wal, I dunno." answered old Cy, cautiously shaking his head. "I dunno, *e cant stop him if he does, 1 s'pose an' all we kin do is to be keerful— mighty keerful. My idee Is I best go back to him bime by 'n' stay a spell longer 'n' mebbe eat with him. Ye’ve got to sorter connect him with us by his feelin’s, I callate.” "1 might go ofT with the guides a few days.” rejoined Martin, after consid ering old Cy s “idee.” "and give you a chance to renew old ties again.” "Wal. mebbe, though you might come round thar arter a spell, jist ter git him uster seein' you agin, 'n' then Keep shady.” "Would it be best to show him An gie's picture now or wait?” queried Martin, anxiously. “I’ve got them with me.” "I'm glad on it." answered old Cy, eagerly; "I'll take ’em 'n' when the r'"ht time comes 'll use 'em as a sorter clincher.” - And so these ttvo, sitting beside that smouldering camp-fire, discussed the difficult problem of how to bring had; to sane thought and action a mind dis eased by misanthropy and years of sol itude. A deer, with every sense keenly alert, might yet he stalked, a wary trout lured from hiding, but here was a problem quite new and ten times harder to solve. One false step, the cra< kle of a breaking twig, the motion of a moving body would send the deer leaping awav to safety; but the forest held others, and what matter. It held but one her mit. and on him and his to si ity and action lay the hap;, heritage of an orphaned girl 1 am going to let you manl ters entirely and exactly as y| l>estasserted Martin, after sideratlon; "you know him your staunch friend once, you here for that puri I’ll not speak, move, oj until you say the woj But the question of hinru-elf to the herml hardly had he res footsteps In the heard and the h< “How do yoiij greeting, an he| _hanrl cordially. •n’t you?” Old Cjr, with hi* h ynHy rrptiaclt, kind heart, and "h^rse Vn»f," was right. and Martin knew it. rSywas none the less pitiful, however, and that night as he. left alone with the two guides, sat by the camp-fire watching its glow ami listening to the low wave wash of the lake. biR thoughts flew far away to a vine-hid porch, the rustling of falling leaves, and a fair face with bewitching eyes. All that last evening with Angie, her willing efforts to entertain, how he stole the picture while she sang, and her cool parting words came back. He had lived over the old boyish illusion months ago beside this same lakelot; It had led him back to Greenvale and to a new ambition and unrest that spoiled his peace of mind. And now back again in this vast wilderness, with the stars twinkling in the placid lake, it pursued him still and would not l>e put away. It had been almost four weeks now since he left Green vale, the loaves were turning, and hi was anxious to get back for many rea sons of his own—the new church move ment which he had in a thoughtless moment offered to assist, the coming of his friend as its pastor, and his own hobby of trout raising They were all ties of more or less strength, but chief of all was Angie. The lire had burned low and both guides were asleep in their bark shel ter when old Cy returned. “I think ye best stay 'round a few' days, he said, “'n' then go ’way a spell. Amzi is kinder gettin’ fond o’ havin' me round helpin’, n' arter a few days things ’ll come back to him. mebbe. I doubt we’ll git him back to Greenvale, though, 'thout we fetch him back; he’s that wonted here.” It was not a reassuring report. For three days Martin passed the time as best he could. He killed a deer and sent half up to the hermit, who, with old Cy was hard at work cutting and piling a winter's store of wood. He added a few brace of part ridge to this gift-offering later on, called on the two who were now liv ing together, and talked as best he could with Amzi, and then, at the close of one day, as he stood watching Levi and Jean busy preparing their evening meal, he heard a canoe grate upon the sandy beach close by, and. looking up, saw the two officers just landing. CHAPTER XXX. UNWELCOME VISITORS. For a moment Martin stood looking at these men in speechless astonish ment He had fancied them far away on their murderer-hunting cruise, anil now they were back—-and for what purpose. “Good evening, gentlemen,” said Martin, with the best grace he could; and advancing to meet them, "have you found your man yet?” "We haven't,” answered the leader in a curious tone, "but we think we shall if we stay around here long enough.” Then, glancing at his com panion, he added. "Do you do most of your canoeing by night?” “I do.” responded Martin, laughing slightly, and not at all abashed, "if 1 want to make time and protect an in nocent man.” T presume you know," returned the officer, almost insolently, "that warn ing a suspected criminal or aiding him to escape exposes you to arrest?” “I do.” answered Martin, firmly, "and also that arresting a man without a specific warrant and proof that he is the criminal wanted, lays even an offi cer open to arrest and prosecution. Now you have with you, no doubt, a warrant for the arrest of one McGuire, a criminal in hiding. I gave you. some three weeks ago. what I believed to be directions where you could find him. ^ on doubted my word of honor as a gentleman, and came here*. You found a cabin that had been vacated for many weeks: you remained in it over night, committing two crimes, trespass and stealing, and then went your way. The owner of this cabin is an old friend of mine whom I know well, and he is back now. You can arrest him, of but at your own peril. If you assure you, I am worth and will $10,000 to land you in Jail for Now\ gentlemen, we won’t over this matter Please rselves my guests, pitch and let us be sociable." two newcomers hardly knowing The better when Martin, flask, they ti accepting Martin’s word. And keeping away from the hermit ’ \ “It will only scare him,” explained Martin, “and we hope to get him out of the woods and back to Greenvale and hla daughter. If we can't coax him to go, I am nonplused, and we may have to carry him out. How he has contrived to live here winter after winter is a mystery.” The new plan of Martin's going away met old Cy’s approval. ‘‘Amzl and me is gittln’ real chum my once more,” he said; “we’ve dug his pertatoes ’n’ packed 'em in moss under the cabin; we’re cuttin' an’ splittin' wood, 'n' smokin’ meat, ’n* gatherin’ nuts for the squirrels all day long. I like it, and wouldn’t mind stayin’ with him all winter. He’s got a couple o’ bear traps set somewhar, ’u’ to-morrer we’re goin’ ter tend ’em.” It was a pleasant picture of wood life, but it failed to relieve Martin’s mind much, or show him a way to se cure Angie’s Inheritance. It set him to thinking, however, on what would be gained after all by the return of this childish hermit to Greenvale, and would Angie be made the happier by it? It was a question, and one hard to solve. So far as the law went, a deed, and all necessary legal papers, could be signed and witnessed here. If was too soon to propose that now. but it must be kept in mind. I am going to leave Jean here to hunt for you and Amzi while I’m gone.” Martin said to old Cy, when ready to depart with the officers; “he can get you one or two deer to cure for winter use, and I inny decide to let you stay here after all. When the right time comes, show Amzl the two pictures of Angie and take good care of him.” And with this parting injunction he and "Old Faithful," as he had some times called Levi, pushed ofT. A canoe trip through a wilderness Is at onee romantic, laborious, and lazy. The waterways, of course must be fol SCOTT IjIFTKI* Ills RII'LB. lowed, and when a “pilch or water," as a rapid or tails i.s called, is reached, your craft and belongings must bo car ried around if ascending the stream. If descending and not too dangerous, a thrilling, and often risky trip i.s made down through the boiling, seething waters; leaping perhaps over sheer falls of two or three feet, dodging rocks, tossed upon white-crested surges, spun around in eddies, wet with spray! breathless with excitement, until the mad race is run. and you float calmly at last in the foam-covered pool be low. ibis mysterious forest influence was familiar to Martin, but now. as he jour neyed onward, down-stream,up-stream, across carry with tho two officers, and camping where night overtook them, it seemed to him that he had under taken a fool’s errand. We all ought to have an interest in the cause of justice, but to go in pursuit of an in trenched murderer hiding in a vast wilderness was, at least, not to his lik ing. He had, on the spur of impulse, and to prove his own assertions, prom ised to do this; but when the broad, slow-running Moosehorn was reached and night found them at the camp site where he and Dr. Sol were visited by a wild man. he wished himself back with old Cy The spot had not changed In the months that had elapsed except that tho North Branch was lower, and the summer’s growth had sprung up when* undergrowth had been nit away. The old tent poles still remained in place the same endless procession of foam flecks came down the Branch, aryl tho same low murmur of running, water isBtied from above. When the tents were no. Arcs started, supper cooked and eaten, a council of var. so to speak, was held lf was here," Martin said to the 0f "that a friend and myself nr • ^ i that one m Ik.'” wild man k -ind. a irare. Whether he was whom you want ind kfo-1 peculiar se >*xt day. and if |orrow, wo wl’l pilot you muRf criminal ion See flt. nd I don't doubt if 'at one of be called will meet location Rest that lof action. Met Ju Ire, for years, ven thrse iw know* ect. what jeers ron [ehap,” tfcr ly at last, can play lartin. la looter a*. cure In a log cab!*, the p*ay *ut wfl be all on one side. I shall not ate nj in it, as I said, but if you two feel thal your duty calls for suicide—well I'm sorry for you. I should hat# tc be called upon to bury you under a flas of truce In that clearing, and as for conveying you out of the wilderness sf wounded—well, frankly, I can’t spare the time.” It was such a matter of fact state ment of the possible outcome that both officers laughed. "I don’t believe in tolling a bell ua« til a corpse is ready,” said Rcott. ‘‘and I ve found that desperate men some timefi wilt easy. We will wait and see how the land lays around thta fellow’s lair.” And that night Martin felt «wrte than the man who bought a white elw phanL CHAPTER XXXI. TUB LAIR OF AN OUTCAST. It was mid-afternoon, and an im« pending storm hid the sun and mad* the forest unduly sombre whan Levi eaught the first sound of th* stream where, months before, he and Martin had landed to follow a mysterious path. Its beginning, beside the bush-grown brook, was easily found, where twig* had been broken off and grasB recently trodden. "Here's tracks,” exclaimed Levi, who had landed first, with paddle in hand: and, stooping, lie added. 'They’s the wild man's sure's a gun.” ”It is he. fast enough.” asserted Martin, who had followed, rifle in hand, , and now* also stooped over them. They were plainly visible, and a group of them at that. Some faint on ! the patches of moss, and those close to the stream more distinct and showing i the well-remembered claw marks. For ; full five minutes the little party of four stood looking at them with thrlca the Interest Martin and the doctor felt once before. They had Journeyed 100 miles to find a desperado, and the first signs of him filled them with forebod ings. Well, gentlemen," almost whfs. perert Martin, when the tracks had been well examined, "here we are. and your game isn’t far off,” and he led the way into the shadowy forest, up the narrow path only a few rods, and then he halted, for there, beside it. and near ly hid under freshly cut flr boughs, lay a canvas canoe, bottom tip. It was the one inseparable compan ion of man and his existence in this j wilderness; and yet. had it been a crouching panther instead, it would not ' have awakened much more interest. It held all eyes one instant, only, and then the row of four stalwart men glanced furtively around as if expect- i ing a savage to step out from behind each tree. Only a moment they halted, and then with rifles at ready, and Mar tin ahead, they filed cautiously up th« narrow path, step by step, twisting sround the dense thicket, along the frowning ledge, and up the defile to where the moose skull At ill grinned, and here they paused. Martin made no comment, but glanced at the offi cers. anxious to see how this ghastly warning was received by them. They i looked at It In grim silence, then at one another, and then tip the narrow, rock-walled path. Once more Martin, as leader, moved on. and the rest followed. Not a whisper from any. not a loud . breath even, each step a slow one and catlike, and. parting the bushes wltb caution until the open glade came la sight, and just where the swinging stick crossed the path, they halted. From here the log hut was visible, , and out of its low chimney a thin flhj of smoke was ascending. Martin looked at It a moment anfi th»n at his companions. "There’s your man, I guess.” he whispered, "cooking supper. I)o you want to call on him without notice, or shall 1 ring?” It was the critical moment, and one Officer Scott was not ready to meet. Ho and his companion had for weeks been searching this pathless wilderneBj j for a man whose crimes they knew well enough, but of his temper, dispo sition, looks even, they knew hut lit tle. If the occupant of this cabin was McGuire, he was In a position to defy arrest, or at least make It costly. “Well,” whispered Martin again, realizing their dilemma, "shall I ringf" | Scott nodded. On the instant, almost, and as the faint, tinkling answers reached t£* watching men, a shaggy-haired human fare appeared at the one small win dow. then a slide was moved across It, leaving a narrow crack open. The cabin’s owner was evidently at home. But It needed a brave man, indeed, to now enter this open glade, bristling with blackened stumps like so many fangs, and advance to the hut. Scott was evidently not that man. for he merely watched and waited, and MPr ». n felt no cause to expose himself. One, two. three minutes passed, and the four still eyed the cabin. And now Scott advanced to the s*g r.al lever and moved It again xtnl again. Only the faint hell sounds issued. It seemingly a case of either ad vance fir retreat, but Scott did neithtr. Only a moment more he waited, tbwa then gave a loud "hallo,” It echoed through that silent wilder ness and back from the cliff that frowned down upon the hut, but no one appeal d. Again and again was It related. but the cabin door remained shut, th' window slide In place, an# the smoke still ascending. I ve a notion to try a shot," whis pered Scott, and as no one answ-ered, hr- raised his rifle, aimed at the cliff, and fired. n‘“ b*T,e of the bullet against the | roek f am- bark mingling into the re- I port, bttt no one emerged from ib« hut. ^ Once again Scott lifted bis rifla m*4 IXa C«BUuu*d.J \ OPENING OF A UNIQl^BUILDING A Monument of Wise and Successful Newspaper Advertising. uut at Battle Cree^, Mich . am<>n;_ the trees, flowers and green lawns is a most unique building devoted entirely to advertising. It is occupied by the Grandin Advertising Agency Ltd, which handles among other accounts the advertising of the Pontum Cereal Co. Ltd., aggregating in round figures one million dollars a year, perhaps the largest appropriation of any one con cern in the world. The furnishings of this giand structure are rich and com plete, and all the appointments are worthy their beautiful environment. Prominent newspaper and maga/ina publishers and their special represent In his address to Publishers at tha Hattie Creek banquet Mr. Post likened the growth of a modern commercial enterprise to the growth of an apple-tree. (Jowl seed, plenty of work aDd water are needed, but the tree wilt not bear apples without sunshine. The sunshine to the commercial plant is publicity secured by advertising. It Is impossible even with the heaviest advertising to make a success unless the article has merit of a high order. Merit is the good tree and sunshine makes the apples grow. A good salesman who knows how to talk with his pen can present the logic, argument and sai«a> Pure Food Factories That Make Poatum and Grape-Nuts. atlves in large number from New York, Chicago, and various parts of the country attended the formal opening of this building, and a banquet in the evening at the Post Tavern as guests of C. W. Post, Oct. 3, 1904. The publishers inspected the 14 or 15 factory buildings of this father of tho prepared food industry with especial Interest, for it^ias grown to Its pres ent colossal proportions in a trifle less than 9 years, a marked example of the power of good and continuous adver tising of articles of pronounced meril. man ability to thousands of customers at one time through the columns of the newspaper, a strong contrast to the old fashioned way of talking to one cus tomer at a time. He spoke of the esteem of the adver tiser for a luiblisher that takes especial interest in making the advertising an nouncement attractive. Advertisements should contain truthful information of interest and value to readers. The Postum methods have nfade Battle Creek famous all over the world and about doubled the population. FAILED IN REAL POLITICS Rueful Reminiscences of a Theatri cal Star Who Was the Easy Victim. Maclyn Arbuckle, the successful star of the eastern company playing George Ade’s “The County Chairman.'' began his career first as a lawyer, then he was a politician. In the Theater Magazine ap pears this characteristic account of the demise of these early ambitions, w ritten by Mr. Arbuckle shortly after he became an actor: "As I go about the city I notice sign® of ‘Attorney at Law’.’ Ah me! 1 wonder if they are young lawyers. If so, my heart goes out to them. There they sit. companion pieces to Dickens’ Mieaw ber. ever w atching and waiting for some thing to ‘turn up.’ Poor souls! They go to their offices and open their invisible voluminous mail, and take their clients ; ;>ne at a time, and fill their safe drawers with fives and retainers. Oh. it is glori ous! Three short weeks ago I was one of them—shingle swinging to the tune of ’Destitute and Raggity' by the rough zephyrs or legal poverty, and it is pro fessional. you know, to he legally poor. Rut how different now! I closed the lid of the cas'^t that bore nil that remains of the ‘Legal Wreck' and consigned the remains to the fraternity that they might be buried w-ith becoming profes sional dignity—funeral expenses to he paid out of 'fees due me;' fees that never came! it is a great awakening from a three years’ sleep, a young Rip Van Winkle slumber! Fight, you lawyers, over your fees! Seize the farmers* lands, ‘for fees, you know ’ Take the mules and cows. Sound forth your legal arguments in the courts of justice! Look you wise and renew your .”.0. fiO and 90 lay paper in the hank Take all. 1 quit-claim to you in fee simple for love ind affection. And. oh. you candidates for political and judicial honors, ride your scrawny horses and mules through Red river bottoms, dine with the dear colored voters, kiss the sweet, pretty little dirty child of the dear voters, take your mysterious grips to the ‘speaking,’ ride all night, take stock In even church. colored and white, school bar becue! Oh. w-hat bliss, what felicity, to ‘lave a huge colored gentleman demand a five, and suggest that if it is not forth coming he will ‘surely turn his whole following and district against you,' and oh, what woe when you haven't the five to stay his cruel power! At last the day 1 has come! Fp early, spreading tickets \ broadcast. ‘Vote for Maclyn Arbuckle.! Justice of the Peace.’ Opponent looking slyly at you and w-ondering about your strength \ isit polls. Your men (col ored) proclaim you elected without a doubt ‘Want a quarter’ for their din- ! ners. What's the news from Wagner's. Hoorn’S. Holmes’ Schoolhouse. Wil kins’ Woods? Conflicting accounts. Sometimes ahead, sometimes behind : The sun sets and you little know that 1 your glorv and responsibility sets with i it. Polls close. Niggers yell (for every body) Returns slowlv come In Hope up. but votes down. Opponent gets full. ^on to bed. full of expectations. Get up fall down Defeated! You are a member of the large and honorable body of 'Defeated Candidates.’ Meet success ful candidate. Congratulate him. Knew it all the time. Opponent gets full again. Friends console, tell you you are all right, only too young. Help you to pre pare for the Salt river packet. There you are. Three long months canvassing, starving, enduring, speaking, praying, hoping and wavering! Money and office gone. There you are! Where? You don’t know yourself. Nobody else.” PATRIOTISM OF JAPANESE. From Empress Down to Peasant Girl All Make Sacrifices to Help Relief Fund. Societies and associations have been organized in Japan to relieve the fam ilies of the fighting men, and every on« makes certain contributions to the relief fund. Some men contribute money or goods, some their labor, and most of the lint and bandage used for the wounded are the works of women, from the em press down to the peasant girl, writes Nobushige Amenomori. in Atlantic. Little boys and girls willingly forego their daily sweetmeats, and give the small moneys thus saved to the relief societies. A boy 11 years old in a country school made one day a contribution of two yen. It was thought too much for a country boy’s gift. The school-teacher and the elderman of the village suspect ed the money might have been given the lad by his parents to satisfy his vanity; in which case it should be admonished against. An inquiry was accordingly made, and brought out the fact that the boy had actually earned the money for the purpose by devoting his play hours to the making of straw sandals. Even some criminals working in prisons have made several applications to contribute their earnings to the funds, though their wishes have not been complied with, in every village a compact has been made that those remaining at home should look after the farms of those at. the front, so that their families may not be disappointed of the usual crops. Since the outbreak of the war the gov ernment s bonds have been twice issued at home. and>cach time the subscription more than trebled the amount railed for, the imperial household taking the lead by subscribing 20.000 000 yen. Thus the hardships of the war are cheerfully borne by every man. woman and child In the land. The Color of Hair. From the color of a man’s hair may be learned a good dpal in regard to his intelleetual ability, says » professor who has for some months been closely studying the subject. School hoys with chcRtnnt hair, he maintains, are likely to be more clever than any others, and will generally be found, at the head of the class, and in like manner girls with fa;r hair are likely to he far more studi ous and bright than girls with dark hair In mathematics and recitations these hoys and girls, he asserts, especially ex cel On the other hand, he says that boys and girls with brown hair are most likely to attain distinction through their individuality and style, and that those with red or auburn hair do not often excel in any respect. How to Make German Pie. A delirious pie of Orman origin la gaining favor here It ja madr o[ trucl raised over night, as bread Is raised, wit It the addition of an egg worked into it in the morning Sweetened to taste, this rrust Is rolled out about an Inch thick, laid In a pan and the edges trimmed. I’earho* rut in slices arc then pressed Into the dough, sprinkled with sngar. and grated lemon may be dusted over the fruit Apple* nvay be used in stead of pearlies, and likewise huckle b^*Vies. No Kinship. Congressman .Tamos Hamilton l^wh of Chicago, js ,h« p0|„PB, man ,n (h(, ronntry vV’hon In .Seattle. one night aflor making a firry speech ho was rom mc down the aisle bowing right and loft, when ho disrovorod an elderly colored ady. "Why. good evening, mammy," tho colonel said. r"‘* ?■**»■ haf,n’* Phased her. SO she rcidlod: lx»ok hoah. sah, I In not yo' mamm> yon ain’t nothin’hut jc*'poor white traah!”—Woman's Homo Com panion.