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TO THE KING MY SON. My darting boy, my darling boyl God pave thcc unto ma To teach me life" dlvlnest Joy Love's purest ccstacy. While throuj: h the windows of thine cye 1 catch a jjUuipse of 1'arodise. Ah. hippy, prattling, laughing sprite! Sly Kin? by riffht dlvlnol Thou rulot with a love born mijrh Tu bend all hearts to thine, Till conquered uihiii every hand We live alone for thy command. My dariine boy, my darling boyl ISod givo It unto mo To krop theo f reo from earth's alloy 1 Jfe' every misery: To loud theo till thy manhood's rhio Shall piorco lieyoud earth's mortal days. Ah. then, thou prattling, laughing gpritol True King, of riirbt dliine Tliou "till ciialt rule with love-born might To bind all hearts to thine. Till last the lncenoof Jut pralsa Kmbalm the memory of thv days. Eiyv ir. It. WiiUaiiu. in Current. CALLED BACK. A Well-Told Story of Continuous and Absorbing- Intorfat ii r Hugh ioxwai. CHAPTER XIIL OosTistTED. Petroff supported him, and Macari at last suddenly yielded, with the stipula tion that I should be disposed of in the manner already related. Had tho means been at hand, I should have been drugged at once; as it was, the old servant, who as yet knew nothing of tho tragedy which had taken place, was routed up and sent out in search of tho needful draught. Tho accomplices dared not let me leave their sight, so I was compelled to sit and listen to all their actions. Why did Cencri not denounce the murder? Why was he, at least, an ac cessory after the crime? I can only be lieve that he was a worse man than he confessed himself to be, or that he trembled at his share in the transaction. After all, he had been planning a crime almost as black, and when tho truth as to the trut monev was known, no jury in the world would have acquitted him. Perhaps both heandPctroff held human life lightly; their hands were certainly not clean from political assassinations! Feeling that a trial must go hard with them, thev threw their lot in with Ma cari's anil at once set.about ballling in piiry ami hiding all traces of the crime. .Now that they were all sailing in the same boat, they had little doubt of suc cess. Teresa was perforce taken into their confidence. This was no matter, as devoted to Ccneri. she would have aided in a dozen murders had her mas ter decreed tliem. First of all, they must get rid of me. Petroff for Cenefi would not trust me in Macari's hands went out and found a belated cab. For a handsome consideration the driver consented to lend it to him for an hour and a half. It was still night, so there was no diffiulty in carrying my sense Jess form to it without observation. F"etroff drove off, and having depos ited me in a by-way a long distance from the house, returned the cab to its owner and rejoined his companions. And now for Pauline. Her moans had gradually died away, and she lay in a death-like stupor. "The great dan ger to the accomplices would bo from lier. Until she recovered nothing could be done save to carrv her to her room and place her under Teresa's charge. When she awoke they must decide what cour-c to pursue. Hut the pressing thing was how to make away with the dead body of the murdered man. All sorts of plans were discussed, until one at last was adopted the very audacity of which no doubt made it a success. They were now growing desperate and prepared to risk inucli. Early in the morning a letter was dispaU'hed to Anthony's lodging, say ing that Mr. March "had been taken seriously ill tho night before, and waj at his uncle's. This served to stop any -inquirv from that quarter. In the mean time the poor young fellow had been laid out as decently as possible, and with everything that could be done to suggest a natural death. A doctor's certificate of death was then forged. Ceneri did not tell mo how the form was obtained. The man he got it from knew nothing of its object An under taker was then ordered to send a coffin and deal case for tho same the next night. The body, in Ceneri's presence, was simply placed inside it, with none of the usual paraphernalia, the reason given for such apparent indecency be ing that it was only a temporary arrangement, as it was to be taken abroad for interment The undertaker marveled, but being well paid, held his peace. Then, by the aid of the forged certificate, tho proper formalities were complied with, and in two days1 time the three men, in the garb of mourners, v ere traveling to Italy with the body of their victim. There was nothing to 6top them, nothing suspicious in their manner or in tho circumstances of the case. They actually took the coffin to the town where Anthony's mother died, and they buried the son by the side of the mother, with his name" and the date of his death recorded on tho stone. Then they felt safe from everybody except Pauline. They were safe even from her. When she at last woke from her stupor, even Teresa could see that something had gone wrong. She said nothing about the scene she had witnessed; she asked no questions. Her past had vanished. According to instructions given her, Teresa, as soon as possible, took her to Ccneri in Italy, and he saw that Mac ari's crime had deprived the brother oi life and the sister of reason. No search or inquiry was made for Anthony March. Carrying out his bold plan to the very letter, Ceneri instruct ed an agent to take possession of his few personal effects at his lodgings, and to inform the people there thathe had died at his house and been taken to Italy to be buried with his mother. A few friends for a while regretted a com panion, and there was an end of the af fair. Nothing having been heard ot the blind man, it was supposed he had been wise enough to keep his own coun sel. Months and months passed by, whilst Pauline remained in the same state. Titresa took chargo of her and lived with her in Turin until that time when I saw tliem at St Giovanni. Ccneri. who had no fixed home, saw little of the girl. His presence did not awaken any painful recollections in her mind, but to him the sight of his niece was unbearable. It recalled what he was eager to forget She never seemed happy in Italy; in her uncertain way j-he was pining for England. Anxious to get her out of his sight he had con-senu-d that Teresa should take her tc London had, in fact come to Turin flint TiiT-t!fiilir iffiv In irmncrn no tr. their departure. Macari, who, even with a brother s blood between them, considered her in some way his prop erty, accompanied him. He had been continually urging Ccneri to let him marry her, even as she was now. He had threatened to carry her off by force. He had sworn she would be his. She remembered nothing why should he not wed her? Had as Ceneri was, he had recoiled from this. He would even, had it been K)sible, have broken off all intercourse with Macari: but the men were too deep in carh other's secrets to be di vided on account of a crime, however atrocious so he sent Pauline to En gland. Tin re he was safe from Ma cari. Then came my proposal, the ac ceptance of which would take her, at luy expense, entirelv off his hands ar1 uut ot his companion's way. Iler.co our strange marriago, which even now ho justified by saying that should the girl grow attached to any one, should any feeling corresponding to affection bo awakened in her clouded mind that mind would gradually be built up again. Thi. not in his own words was Ccneri's tale. I now kuew all I wanted to know. Perhaps ho had painted him self in better colors than ho deserved: but ho had given mo tho whole dark history freely and unreservedly, and in spite of tho loathing and abhorrence with which ho now inspired rue, I felt that he had told mo tho truth. CHAPTElt XIV. DOES SHE IlEUEUDER? It was time to brinr our interview to an end. It had lasted so long that the civil Captain had more than once peeped in with a significant look on his face, as much as to say there was such a thing as overstepping the limits of even such an authority as I hold. I had no desire to protract tho conversation with the convict Tho object of my long journoy had been attained. I had learned all that I could learn. 1 knew Paulino's history. The oriine had been fully confessed. Tho man with mo had no claim upon my consideration. Even had I felt inclined to help him I had no means of so doing. Why should I linger? But I did linger for a while The thought that my rising and giving the signal that my business was finished would immediately consign the prisoner to that loathsome den from which he had emerged, was inexpressively pain ful to mo. Etery moment I could keep him with me would be precious to him. Never again would he see tho face of a menu or acquaintance. He had ceased speaking. He sat with his head bent forward; his eyes resting on the ground. A tattered, haggard, hopeless wretch; so broken down that one dare not reproach him. I watched him in silence. Presently he spoke: "You can find no excuse forme. Mr. Vaughan?" J "None," I said. It seems to me there is little to choose between you and your associates." He rose wearily. "Pauline will re cover, you think?" he asked. "I think I hope 1 shall find her al most well on my return." "You will tell her how you have found inc; sho may be happier in knowiug that Anthony's death has in directly brought me to"this." I bowed assent to this dreary request I must go back now," he said, with a kind of shiver, and dragging his weary limbs slowly toward the door. In spite of his sins I could not let the wretched being go without a word. "Stop a moment" I said. "Tell me if there is an3 thing I can do to make your life any easier. ' He smiled faintly. "You may givo me mouey a little. I may be able to keep it and buy a few prisoners' luxu ries." I I gave him several notes which he I secreted on his person. "Will you have more?" I asked. He shook his head. "I expect theso trill be stolen from mo before I spend them." "But is there no way of leaving money with any one for jour use?" "You might leave some with tho Captain. It may be, if he is kind hearted and honest a portion of it mav reach me. But even that is doubtful.'' I promised to do so, and knew that, whether h reached him or not 1 should feel easier for having mado tho at tempt "But what will your future be? "Where arc they taking you, and what will be your life?" "They are taking us right to the end of Siberia to ertchisk. There I shall be drafted off with others to work in the mines. We go all tho way on foot and in chains. "What an awful fate!" Ceneri smiled. "After what I have passed through it is Paradise opening before me. When a man offends against the Russian law his one hope is that ho may be sent at once to Siberia. That means going from hell to heaven." "I do not understand." "You would if you had lain like me for months, untried and uncondemncd. Jl you had been placed in a cell with out light without air, without room to move. If you had heard those next to you screaming in their madness mad ness brought on by solitary confinement and cruel treatment If'every morn ing as you woke vou had said, 'I, too, shall be an idiot lief ore night-fall.' If you had been frozen, beaten, starved, in order to make you betray your friends. If you had "been reduced to 6uch a state that your death-warrant would be welcome, then, Mr. Vaughan, you would look forward to and long for the gentle rigors of Siberia. I swear to you, sir," he continued, with more fire and animation than he had dis played, "that if tho civilized nations of Europo knew one-tenth part of the hor rors and deeds in a Russian prison, they would say, 'guilty or innocent, no hu man beings shall be tormented like this and for the sake of common humanity would sweep the whole accursed Govern ment from the face of the earth!" 'But twenty years in the mines! Is there no hope of escaping?" "Where could I escape to? Look at the map and see where Nertchinsk is. If I escaped I could only wander about the mountains until I died or until some of the savages around killed me. No, Mr. Vaughan. escapes from Siberia only occur in novels." "Then you must slave until your death?" "I hope not I once gathered togeth er much information respecting Sibe rian convicts, and, to tell you the truth, was rather disgusted to find how incor rect the common opinion is. Now I can onlv hope my researches showed me tho truth." "Tho treatment is not so bad, then?" "It is bad enough, as you are always at the mercy of a petty tyrant There is no doubt but for a year or two I must 6lave in the mines. If I survive the toil, which is very unlikely, I may, by find ing favor in the ruler's eyes, be released from further work of that description. I may even bo allowed to reside at some town and earn my living. I have great hopes that my professional skill may be of use to me. Doctors arc scarce in Asiatic Russia." Little as ho deserved it my heart echoed his wish; but as I looked at him I felt sure there was small chance of his enduring even a year's toil at the mines. The door opened and the Captain once more looked in. He was growing quite impatient I had no reason for wishing to prolong the conversation, so I told him I should have finished in a moment He nodded his head and withdrew. If there is anything more I can do let me know;" I said, turning to Ceneri. "There is nothing Stay! one thing. Macari, that villain sooner or later he will get his deserts. I have suffered so will he. When that time comes, will you try to send me word? It may be difficult to do so, and I have no right to ask the favor. But you have interest, and might get intelligence sent me. If I am not dead by then it will make me happier." Without waiting for my replv he walked hastily to the door, and with the sentry at his side was marched off to the prison. I followed him. As the cumbrous lock was being turned he paused. " Farewell, Mr. Vaughan," he said. "If I have wronged you I entreat vour pardon. We shall meet no more.'' "So far as I am concerned 1 fonrive you ireeiy." He hesitated a moment and then hold out his hand. The door was now opon. I could soe tbo throng of repulsive, vil lainous faces the facet of bis fellow prisoners. I could hoar tho jabber of curiosity and wonder. I could smell tho foul odors coming from that reeking den crowded with filthy humanity. And in such a place as this, with such associates, a man of education, culture and refined tastes, was doomed to spend his last day. It wag a fearful punish mout! Yet it was well merited. As he stood on tho threshold with outstretched hand I felt this. To all intents and purposes tho man was a murderer. Much moved as I was by his fate I could not bring myself to grasp his hand. My refusal may havo bean harsh, but I could noli do it He saw that I did not respond to his action. A flush of shamo passed over his face; ho bowed his head and turned away. Tho soldier took him roughly by the arm and thrust him through the doorway. Then ho turned, and his eyes mot mine with an expression that haunted me for days. Ho was gazing thus when the heavy door was shut and hid him from my sight forever. I turned away sick at heart, perhaps regretting I had added anything to his shaiiio and punishment I sought my obliging friend, the Captain, and re ceived his word of honor that any monoy I left with him should be ex pended for tho convict's benefit I placed a considerable sum in his hands. and can only hopo that a part of it reached its destination. Then I found my interpreter, and ordered horses to bo at once procured and tho tarantass brought out I would start without a moment's delay for En gland and Paulino. In half an hour all was ready. Ivan and I stepped into the carriage; tho yemschik flourished his whip; the horses sprang forward; the bells jingled merrily, and away we went in the darkness, commencing tho return jour ney which counted ty thousands 6t miles. It was only now, when burning to find myself homo again, that I real ized the fearful distance which lay be tween me and my love. A turn of tho road soon hid tho gloomy ostrog from my sight but it was not until we were miles and miles away that my spirits recovered anything like their former tono. and it was days before 1 ceased to think, at nearly every moment of that terrible place in which I had found Ceneri, and to which I saw him again consigned after my business with him was finished. As this is not a book of travel I will not recapitulate the journey. Tho weather nearly all the time was favor able, the roads were in good condition. My impatience forced me to travel al most day and night I spared no ex pense; my extraordinary passport pro cured me horses when other travelers were compelled to wait my large gratuities made those horses use their best speed. In thirty-five days we drove up to the Hotel Russia at Nijnei Novgorod, with the tarantass in such a dilapidated condition that in all proba bility another stage would have finished its work in this world. I bestowed it, a free gift upon my guide, who, I believe, sold it immediately for three rubles. From Nijnei by rail to iloscow; from Moscow to St Petersburg. I only tar ried in the capital long enough to pay my respects to Lord , and onco more thank him for his assistance; then, having collected what luggage I had left there, away for England! Oa mv road back from Irkutsk found letters from Prisoilla at Tomsk, at Tobolsk and at Perm, also more re cently written ones at St Petersburgh. All up to the date of the last was going on well. Priscilla had taken her charge to Devonshire. Having been reared in that county the old woman had a great belief in its virtues. They were at a quiet but beautiful little watering placo on the north coast and Priscilla averred that Paulino "was blooming as a rose, and seemed as sensible as Master Gilbert himself." No wonder after hearing this good news I was eager to reach home long ing, not only to see my wife again, but to see her as I had never yet seen her, with her mind restored. Would she re member me? How should we meet? Would she at last learn to love me? Were mv troubles at an end or only begun? These were the questions which could only be answered when England was reached. Homo at last! How delightful to stand among one'3 own countrymen, and hear nothing but good intelligible English around me. I am bronzed with exposure to the wind and sun, my beard has grown to a great length; one or two acquaintances f met when I reached London scarcely knew me. In my present trim I could not hope that I should awaken any recollection in Pauline's mind. By tho aid of a razor and fresh ap parel I was soon converted to a fairly good semblance of my former self, and then, without having apprised even Triscilla of my return, I started for the West to see what fato had in store for me. What is a run across England after a man has mado such a journey as my recent one? Yet that pitiful hundred and fifty miles seemed to me as long as a thousand did a month ago. The last few miles I had to go by coach, and, although four splendid horses spun us along, each individual mile seemed as long as a Siberian stage. But the jour ney was at last ended, and, leaving my baggage in tho coach office, I sallied forth, with s beating heart to find Pauline. I went to tho address given in Pris cilla's letter. The house was a quiet little building, nestling on a wooded bank, with a sloping garden in front full of late summer flowers. Honey suckle twined round the porch, great sunflowers stared fiercely from the beds, and carnations sweetened the air. As I waited for the door to bo opened I had time to approve Priscilla's choice of a resting-place. I inquired for Mrs. Drew. She was not at home had gone out with the young lady some time ago, and would not bo back until the evening. I turned away and went in search of them. It was early in autumn, but the leaf showed no signs of fading. Everything was green, fresh and beautiful. The .sky was cloudless, and a soft balmy air fanned my cheek. I paused and looked around mo before I decided in which direction to go. Far below my feet lay the little fishing village; its houses clustered round the mouth of the noisy, brawling stream which ran down the valley and leaped joyously into the sea. On cither hand were great tors and be hind them inland hills covered with -woods, and in front of me stretching away and away was the calm green sea. Tho scene was fair enough, but I turned away from it I wanted Pau line. It seemed to mo that on such a day as this tho shady woods and tho run ning stream must offer irresistible at tractions; so I found my way down the steep hill and began walking up the river side, whilst the merry stream danced past mo, throwing its rich brown peat-stained waters into a thou sand little cascades as it shot over and foamed round tho great bowlders which disputed its passage. 1 followed its course for about a mile now clambering over moss-grown Toeks, now wading through ferns, now forcing my way through pliant hazel boughs then in an open space on the opposite bank I saw a girl sitting sketching- Her back was toward mo, THE GLOBE REPUBLIO. SUNDAY MORNING, JANUARY Out x knew ever' turn or tnat graceful figure well enough to feel sure she was mv wife. If I had neodod extra assurance I had but to look at her companion, who tat near her and appeared to bo dozing over a book. I should havo recog nized that shawl of Priscilla's a mile away its like has never been known on earth. Hani as I found it to do so, I resolved not to make my presence known to them. Before I met Paulino I wanted to talk to Priscilla, and bo guided by her report as to my futuro method ol proceeding. But in spite of my deter mination I yielded to the temptation of drawing nearer from whore I stood I could not see her faco so I crept on inch by inch till I was nearly opposite the skctchcr, and, half hidden by the undergrowth, I stood watching her to my heart's content There was tho huo of health upon hor cheek thure was the appcaranoe ol hualth in every movemont, and at she turned and spoke a few words to her companion there was that in hor look and in her smilo which made my heart bound. The wife I returned to was a different being from the girl I had married. Sho turned and looked across the stream. Carried away by my joy I had entirely emerged from my lurking placo. With tho river between us our eyes met She must in some way havo remem bered me. Were it but as in a dream my face must havo seemed familiar to her. Sho dropped her pencil and sKetcn-booK anil sprang to tier foet be fore Priscilla's exclamation of surprise and delight was heard. She stood looking at me as though she expected 1 would speak or come to her. whilst the old servant was sending words of welcome across the noisy stream. Had I wished to retreat it was now too late. I found a crossing-placo and in a minute or two was on tho opposite bank. Paulino had not moved, but Priscilla ran to meet mo and almost shook my hands off. "Does sho remember docs sho know me?" I whispered, as I disengaged my self and walked toward mv wife, "Not vet; but sho will. I am sure she will, "Master Gilbert" Breathing a prayer that her prophecy might come true, I reached Pauline's side and held out my hand. She took it without hesitation, and raised her dark eves to mine. How did I refrain from clasping her to my heart! "Pauline, do you know mo?" She dropped her eyes. "Priscilla has talked of vou. Sho tells mo you are a friend and that until you came I must be content and ask no question." " But do you not remember me? I fancied you knew mo just now." She sighed. "I havo seen you in dreams strange dreams." As she spoke a bright blush spread over her cheek. "Tell me the dreams," I said. " I can not I have been ill, very ill, for a long time. I have forgotten much everything that happened!" "Shall I tell you?'' "Not now not now," sho cried, eagerly. "Wait and it may all come back.'' Had she an inkling of the truth? Were the dreams she spoke of but the struggles of growing memory? Did that bright ring which was still "on her finger suggest to her what had hap pened?" Yes. I would wait and hope. We walked back together, with Priscilla following at a proper distance. Pauline seemed to accept my society as though it was a perfectly natural thing to do so. When the path grew steep or rugged, she held out her hand for mine, as though its support was her right Yet for a long time she said nothing. "Where have you come from? she asked, at last " From a long, long journey of many thousands of miles." "Yes; when 1 saw your face voa were always traveling. Did you find what you sought?" sho asked, eagerly. 'leg. I founu tne trutn. l Know very thing." "Tell me where he is?" "Where who is?" "Anthony my own brother the boy they killed. Where is his grave?' 'lie is bunea by tne siuo or nis mother." Thank God! I shall be ablo to pray over him." She spoke, if excitcdlv, quite sensi bly, but I wondered she was not crav ing for justice to be meted out to the murderers. 'Do you wish forvengeanco on thoso who killed him. "Vengeance! what rood can ven geance do? It will not bring him back to lite, xi Happened long ago. uen, I know not; but now it seems years ago. God may have avenged him by now." "He has, in a great measure. Ono died in a prison raving mad; another is in chains, working like a slavo; tho third, as jet, is unpunished." "It will come to him, sooner or later. Which is it?" "Macari." She shuddered at the name and said no more. Just before we reached tho house in which they lodged, she said, softly and beseechingly: " ou will take me to Italy to his grave?" I promised, only too glad to find how instinctively she turned to mo to prefer the request She must remember more than sho gave herself credit for. "I will go there," she said, "and see the place, and then we will speak of tho past no more." Wo were now at the garden gate. 1 took her hand in mine. "Pauline," I said, "try try to re member me." A ghost of the old puzzled look camo intolier eyes; she passed her disen gaged hand over her forehead, and then, without a word, turned away and entered the house. cnAPTnn xvr. 10M GUI Elf TO JOT. My tale is drawing to an end, al though I could, for my own pleasure, write chapter after chapter, detailing every occurrence of tho next montti describing every look, repeating every word that passed between Paulino and myself, but if I wrote them they would bo sacred from all persons save two mv wife and myself. If mysituation was an anomalous one it had at least a certain charm. It was a new wooing, none tho less entertain ing and sweet because its object hap pened to be already my wife in name. It was like a landowner walking over his estate and in every direction finding unsuspected beauties and unknown mines of wealth. Every day showed me fresh charms in the woman I loved. Her smile was a joy greater than I had ever pictured, her laugh a revela tion. To gaze into those bright un clouded eyes and strive to learn their secrets was a reward that repaid me for all that I suflered. To find that her in tellect now restored, was fit to bo matched with any one's to know that when the time came I should be given not only a wife, beautiful in my eyes, above all women, but a companion and a sympathetic friend how can I de scribe my rapture? Yet it was a rapture not unmodified by doubts and fears. It may be that my character lacked that very useful trait called by some self-confidence, and by others conceit Tho more I saw to love and admire in Pauline, the more I asked myself how I could dare to expect that so peerless a creature would condescend to accept tho lovo and the life I wished to offer her? I was rich, it was true, but I was sure that riches would not buy her affection besides, as I had not told hor that hor own woaitn was swept away, tne fan cied her fortune was as largo as my own. She was young, beautiful, and, as far at the know, free and amply pro vided for. No, I had nothing to offer her which was worthy of her accept ance. I quite dreaded to look forward to the moment which must sooner or later come the moment when I roust, ignor ing tho past ask her onco mora to be my wife. No wonder I decided to postpone tho ordaal until I felt nuita certain that the result ot it woulu be favorable to me. No wonder that when with Pauline, and realizing tho value of tho prize I aimed at, I grew quite humble and depreciatory of what merits I may have possessed. No won der that at times I wished that I were gifted with that pleasing assurance which sits so well on many men, and, time and opportunity being given, seems to go a long way toward winning a womani heart Time and opportunity at least were not wanting in my case. I had taken up my quarters near to her, and from morn to night we were in each othor's company. Wo wan dered through the narrow Devonshire lams, with their luxuriant banks oi ferns on either side. Wo climbed tho rugged tors. Wo fished with more or less success tho rapid streams. We drove together. Wo read and sketched but as yet wo had not talked of love; though all tho while my wedding-ring was on her fingor. It required all my authority to pre vent Priscilla telling Pauline the truth. On this point I was firm. Unless the past camo back of its own accord, I would hear her say she loved me be fore my lips revealed it to her. Per haps it was tho idea which at times came to me, that Pauline remembered more than she would own to, kept me steadfast in this resolution. It was curious the way in which she at once fell into friendly, unconstrained intercourse with me. Wo might have known each other from childhood, so perfectly natural and unembarrassed was her manner when wo were to gether. She mado no demur when I begged her to call me by my Christian name, nor did she object to my making use of her own. Had she done so, I can not think in what form I should havo addressed her. Although I had instructed Priscilla to call her Miss March, the old woman stoutly objected to this, .nd compounded matters by speaking to and of her as Miss Paul :..e. TO be CONTINUED. DOG FOR SUPPER. Indians Who Raise Colonies of Dogs foi the Luxury of Eating; Them. It is a curious and strango fact thai the North American Indian of all tribes will turn away from the choicest beef, venison, or buffalo hump, if he can be sure of getting a dog instead; and many of tho tribes raiso colonies oi dogs for the same purpose that we do beeves. Once let a Cheyenne get hold of dog for cooking purposes, and he is fixed for the week. I took a peep into the lodgo of Iron Shirt, and there lay a lino dog before the coals, nice and brown to a turn, all ready for supper. As there were no dogs in camp, I in quired of Rowland now it happened that Iron Shirt was so fortunate in se curing one. Rowland questioned that brave on the subject and I learned that a party of English tourists had paid a visit to the camp a few days previous, out of curiosity, and that the dog was theirs. From the moment the doomed canine entered tho Indian villago Iron Shirt had kept his covetous eyes glued upon tho animal until, watching his chance, he secured the prize and spir ited it out of sight until the Englishmen had taken their departure. The dog was a Gordon setter and .had been brought along by the tourists for hunt ing purposes. Iron Shirt did not con sider his action in the case wrong or improper, as stealing is looked upon as a virtue rather thau a crime by all red men, and that is why the Cheycnnes happened to have a dog for supper on this particular evening. Fort Kcogh Cor. Pittsburgh Commercial-Gazette Five Little Fishes. Captain Beckett of tho British ship Amana, now in port, has a shark story which merits a place in nautical litera ture, because it bears tho imprint of re ality, and can be proved by the affida vits of Captain Beckett and of every member of his crew. When his ship was off Montevideo she was becalmed for several hours. A shark with five little ones hung around the ves sel all day. As soon as there was commotion on tho water the mother would open her mouth and the little ones would dart inside for protection. For amusement the sailors threw bit of refuse overboard among the family, disturbing the water, each time with the same result Tho young quintet immediately disappeared down the capacious countenance of their protect or. On the following morning a shark hook and line, baited with pork, was thrown overboard, and in a short timo a shark was landed on deck. Upon being opened it was discovered to be the very same fish which had amused the boys the day before, because live joung sharks were safely stowed away under her tongue. Portland Oregonian. The Cincinnati Enquirer has tome to the conclusion that too much dignity injures a man's character and chances. He should have just enough to keep him level when a lurch of the street car throws a two hundred and ten pound woman into his l&D. CUSHION STUFFING. An Insight of Some or the Tricks of the Trade by a Repairer. In tho rear of a small harness-shop in a New Jersey village, the other day, the proprietor was making a thumping noise and raising a big dust by pound ing with a whip-stock a heap of curly black hair, which he had taken out of an old carriage cushion. " What are you pounding that hair for?" was asked when he stopped to get ft breath and wipe tho moisture from his forehead with a rod cotton handkerchief. " It is not hair," said the man. "What is it, then?; " A mixture of marsh grass, moss, and cocoanut fiber. Good imitation, though, isn't it? You see, hair is a first-class article for stuffing mattresses, cushions, eta, but it is expensive. It is clipped from the tails and manes of horses, dead and alive, from the tails of cattle, from the bellies of hogs and from the human head. It is twisted into rones to make it kinky, and when the kinlc is set it is used to stuff tho cushion. It costs a lot of money even when freelv mixed with short hair. Most people prefer a genuino hair cushion at fifty cents to a genuino hair cushion at five dollars. So the manufacturers accommodated them with this mixture. Sometimes fine split whalebone is put in the mixture, and sometimes, but not often, it is di luted a little with hair. The stuff costs from twenty to twenty-five dollars a ton. It packs with use, but the cover of tho cheap cushion wears out about as soon. We can mako a new cover and then use tho old filling over again by whipping it with a slender whip to -liven it up. There is no money in such stuff for any ono who handles it, but we've got to meet the demand. W. Y. Jiun. 11 1885 A PKUFKCT CHRISTMAS. CHATTER I. There was not a larger house in all tho valley than Grandfather Vrooman's. It was old and comfortable, and seemed to lie sound asleep, with a snow blan ket all over its roof. Nothing short of a real old-fashioned Christmas could wake up such a house as that. Christmas was coming! Unless Santa Clans and the Simpsons antl tho Hopkinsos should forget tho day of tho month, they woulu all bo there at waking-up timo to-morrow morning. "Jane," said Grandmother Vrooman, that afternoon, to her daughter, Mrs. Hardy, who lived with her "Jane, I've got 'cm all fixed now just where they're going to sleep, and I've mado up a bed on the floor in the store-room." "Why, mother, who's that for?" "You wait and see, after they get here, and we've counted 'em." "Anyhow, there's oookies enough, and doughnuts." "And tho pios, Jane?" "And I'm glad Liph gathered such piles of butternuts. "Oh, mother," exclaimed littlo Suo, "I gathered as many as ho did, and beech-nuts, and hickory-nuts, and " "So you did, Suo; but I wonder if two turkeys '11 go round, with only two pair of chickens?" "Mother," said Mrs. Hardy, "tho plum-pudding?" "Yes, but all thoso children! I do hopo they'll get here to-night in timo for me to know where I'm going to put 'em." At tho very minute, away up the north rocd, two miles nearer town, there was a sort of dot on tho white road. If you were far enough away from it, it looked like a black dot and did not seem to move. Tho neareryou came to it the funnier it looked, and the more it seemed tobetrudgingalong with an immense amount of small en ergy. Very small, indeed, for anybody close up to it would havo seen that it was a 5-year old boy in a queer littlo suit of gray, trimmed with red. Ho had on a warm gray cap, and right in tho middlo of tho front of it were worked a pair of letters "O. A." but there was nobody with the gray dot to explain that those two letters stood for "Oqiban Asylum." No, nor to tell how easy it was for a boy of 5 years old, with all tho head under his gray cap full of Christmas ideas, to turn th'o wrong corner where the roads crossed, south of tho great Orphan Asylum Building. That was what ho had dono, and he had walked on and on, wonder ing why tho big building did not como in sight, until bis small legs were get ting tired, and his bravo, bright littlo black eyes wore all but ready for a cry 'ng spell. Just as he got thoroughly discour aged he came to the edge of the woods, where there stood a wood sleigh with two horses in front of it drawn close to the road-side, and heaped with great green boughs and branches. "The sleigh's pretty nigh full, grand father," sang out a clear, boyish voice beyond the fence, and a very much older one seemed to go right on talk ing. "Your grandmother, Liph, she al ways did mako the best mince pies, and she can stuff a turkey bettern'n any ono I know." "Grandfather, do you s'poso they'll all como?" Guess they will. That there spruce '11 do for the Christmas tree Your grandmother said we must fetch a big ono." "That's a whopper. But will Joe Simpson and Bob Hopkins bo bigger 'n they were last summer?" "Guess they've grown alittle. They'll grow this time, if they eat all their Grandmother '11 want 'em to. Hello, iph, who's that out there in the road?" "Guess it's a boy." "I declare if it isn't one of them littlo gray mites from tho 'sylum. Way out here! I say, bub." "I'm Bijah." Thero was a scared look in the black eyes, for they had never seen anything quite like Grandfather Vrooman, when ho pushed his face out between tho branches. Tho trees all looked as if they had beards of snow, but none had a longer or whiter ono that Liph's grandfather. "Bijah," said he. "did you know Christmas was coming?" "Bo hero to-morrow," piped the dot in gray, "and we're going to havo tur key." "You don't say! Justyou wait until I cut a tree down, and "I'll como out and hear all about it" "Is vour name Santa Claus?" "Did you hear that Liph? Tho little chap's miles from homo, and I don't believe ho knows it" "Is that your sleigh?" "Yes, Bijah, that s my sleigh." "Thoso ain't reindeers, and you're bigger'n you used to be," "Hear that Liph?" Bijah had not the least doubt in the world but that he had discovered Santa Claus in tho very act of getting ready for Christmas, and his black eyes were growing bigger every minute, until Liph began to climb over the fence. Then he set off on a run as fast as his legs could carry him. "Hold on," shouted Liph, "Wo won't hurt you." "Let him go," said Grandfather Vrooman. "He's on the road to our house. We'll pick him up." "Took mo for Santa Claus, I declare! Liph, this here treo'll just suit your grandmother." It was a splendid young spruco tree, with wide-reaching boughs at less than two feet from the snow level. Grand father Vrooman worked hi3 way care fully in until he could reach the trunk with saw and axe, and then there was a sharp bit of work for him and Liph to get that "Christmas tree" stowed safclv on the top of tho sleigh load. "Now for home, Liph. Your grand mother '11 cut into ono of them new pies for vou when you get there." "Look!" shouted Liph, "that littlo fellow's waiting for us at the top of the hill." The hill was not a high one, and the road led right over it, and there on the summit stood Bijah. "I'm so tired and hungry," he said to himself, "and thero comes old Santa Claus, sleigh and all." He was getting colder, too, now ho was standing still, and when Grand father Vrooman camo along the road, walking in front of the sleigh, while Liph perched among the evergreens and drove, there seemed to bo some thing warm about him. It was not so much his high fur hat, or his tremendous overcoat or his long white beard, or the way ho smiled, but something in the sound of his voice almost drove the frost out of Bijah's nose. "Well, my littlo man, don'tyouwant to come to my houseandgetsomopie?" "Yes, sir." Bijah could not think of one other word ho wanted to say, and he mus tered all tho courage ne had not to cry when Grandfather Vrooman picked him up, as if he had been a kitten, and perched him by the side of Liph among the evergreens. On ho went and Bijah did not an swer a single one of Liph's questions lor nvo long minutes, liien no turneu his black eyes full on his driver and asked, "Do yon live with Santa Claus in his own house?" "Yes, sir-eo," responded Liph, with a great chuckle of fun; but all he had to do the rest of tho way homo was to spin yarns for Biiah about tho way they lived at tho houso where all the ennst mas came from. When they got there, Liph's father and the hired man and Grandfather Vrooman were ready to lift off that Christinas tree and carry it through tho front door and hall, and set it up in the "dark room" at the end of tho hall. That ought to havo been tho nicest room jn the house, for it was right in the middle, but there were no windows in it. Thero were doors in every direc tion, however, and in the center of tho ceiling was a "scuttle hole" moro than two feet square, with a wooden lid on it. "John," said Grandfather Vrooman to Mr. Hardy, "we'll hoist tho top of tho treo through the hole. Y'ou go .up and open tho scuttle. Hitch tho top good and strong. There'll bo lots of things to hang on them branches." Liph's father hurried upstairs to open the scuttle, and that gave Grandfather Vrooman a chance to think of Bijah. "Where is he, Liph?" "Oh lia'a oil Mlif flri.lmMior'a got him. She and mother caught him before ho got into the house. He tried to run away, too." Bijah's short legs had been too tired to carry him very fast, and Grand mother Vrooman and Mrs. Hardy had caught him before ho got back to tho gato. Tho way they laughed about it gavo him a great deal of courage and he never cried when they took him by his red little hands, one on each side, and walked him into the house. "Jane," said grandmother, "what will we do with him? The honso'll bo choke, jam, packed full, and there isn't an extra bed." "Father found him in the snow some where. Just like him. But what a rosy little dot ho is?" I'Are you Santa Claus' wives?" asked Bijah, with a quiver of his lip in spite of himself. How they did chuckle when they tried to answer that question! All they made clear to Iiijah was that the place for him was in a Iiig chair before the sitting-room fire-place, with a plate of minee-pie in his lap, and Bush, the big hoiiMMlog, sitting beside him. "It's Santa Claus' .log," said Bijtih to himself; "but his house isn't as big as tho 'sylum." CnAITElt II. There wcro fire-places in every room on tho ground floor of Grandfather Vrooman's houso and some kind of stove in more than half tho rooms up stairs. There were blazing fires on every hearth downstairs, and Liph got hold of Bijah after a whilo and made him and Bush go around with him to help poke them up. Bijah had never seen a tire-place before, and it was a great wonder to him, but Bush sat down in front of each tire and barked at it It was getting dark when thev reach ed the great front parlor, and tie fire place there was wonderful. "Woof, woof, woof," barked Bush. Bijah stood still in tho door while Liph went near enough to givo that fire a poke, and he could hear Grandfather Vrooman away back in tho sitting room: "Now, my dear, we'll stick him away somewhere. Put him in one of the stockings, and hnng him up." "That's me," groaned Bijah. "He's going to make a present of mo to some body. Oh, dear! I wish I could run sway." But ho could not, for there was Liph and there was Bush, and it was srettiii!r lark. "Now, mv dear," went on grand father, "I'll" just light up, and then I'll go and meet that train. I'll bring Prue ind her folks, and Pat '11 meet the other, and bring Ellen and hers. Won't the old home bo full this time?" "He'scaughtsomemoresomewhere," whispered Bijah to himself. "I won der who'll get 'em? Who'll get me?" That was an awful question, but Liph and Bush all but ran against him just then, and ho heard grandmother say: "You'll have to stick candles on the window-sills. I can't spare any lamps for ilpstairs." "But my dear, it's got to be lit up every room of it I want 'em to know Christmas is going." "That's what they were all saying al the 'sylum this morning,'" thought Bi jah, "and here I am, right where it's coming to." So he was, and ho and Liph and Bush watched them finish setting the supper table, till suddenly Bush gave a great bark and sprang away toward tho front door. Grandfather Vrooman had hard ly been gone from the houso an hour, and here ho was, back again. Jingle, jinglo, jingle, flow tho sleigh bells did dance as that great load of young folk came down the road, and what a racket they made at the gate, and bow Bush and Liph, and grand mother, and tho rest did help them! "He's caught 'em all," said Bijah, "but they ain't scared a bit" No one would have thought so if they had seen Mrs. Prue Hopkins and her husband and her six children follow Grandfather Vrooman into tho house. They were hardly there, and some of them had their things on yet, when there camo another jingle, and ever so much talking and laughter down the other road. "He's caught some more. Some are little and some are big. I wonder who'll get the baby?" Bush was making himself hoarse, and had to be spoken to by Mr. Hardy, while Mrs. Simpson tried to unmix her children from the Hopkinses long enough to be sure none of them had dropped out of the sleigh on the road. Then Liph set to work to introduce his cousins to Bijah, and Bush came and stood by his new friend in gray, to see that it was properly done. Where d you come troni.'" saia ioe Simpson. ". Sylum," said Bijah. "Whero'd he catch you?" "Catch what?" said Joe, but Liph managed to choke off the chuckle he was going out, and to shout ont: "Whv, Joe, we found him intheroad to-day." Ho thinks grandfather's old Santa Claus, and this houso is Christ mas." "So I am so it is," said Grandfather Vrooman. "We'll make him hang up his stocking with all the rest to-night" Bijah could not feel scared at all with so many children around him, and ho was used to beinr among a crowd of them. Still, it was hard to feel at homo i after supper, and he might havo had a blue timo of it if it hadn't been for Liph and Bush. It had somehow got into Bush's mind that tho dot in gray was under his protection, and ho fol lowed Bijah from one corner to another. All the doors in tho "dark room" were open, and it was the lightest room in the house, with its big firo on the hearth and all tho lamps that were taken in after supper; but there was not ono thing hanging on the Christ mas treo until Grandfather Vrooman exclaimed: "Now for stockings! It's gettinglate, children. I must havo you all in bed before long." "Stockings?" They all knew what that meant, and so did'Bijah, but it was wonderful how many that tree had to carry. Bob Hopkins insisted on hanging two pairs for himself, and Thad Simpson was begging his mother for a second pair, when Liph Hardy came in from the kitchen with a great, long, empty grain bag. "What in the world is that for?" asked grandmother, perfectly astonish ed, "why, child, what do you mean by bringing that thins in here?" - one mg stoccmg lor grandfather. Let's hang it up, boys. Maybo Santa Claus 'II come and till it" Thero was no end of fun over Grand father Vrooman's grain bag ttockinr. that was all leg and no foot but Unel Hiram Simpson took it and fastened It strongly to a branch in tho middlo of tho tree. It was close to the trunk,and was almost hidden; but Liph saw Un do Hiram wink at Aunt Ellsn, and ho knew there was fun of some kind that he had not thousht of. Grandmother Vrooman had been to busy with all thoso children from tho moment they camo into the house that sho had almost lost her anxiety; but It camo back to her now all of a tuddon. "Sakes alive! Jane," sho taid to Mrs. Hardy, "every last one of 'ain't got to be in bed before wo tan 4 thing with the stockings." Bijah heard her, forlio wat Jutt W yond the dining-room door, with ft cruller in each hand, and it made b shiver all over. "I wish I was in tho 'tylum. Xft, I don't either, but I kind o' wish I wat," Bijah was a very small boy. and ho had not eon much of tbo world, out his ideas were almost as clear at thoso of the other children, and Grandmoth er Vrooman for the next flftoen min utos. The way the Simpson and Hop kins families got mixed up, with Liph and Sne Hardv tohelp them, was some thing wonderful. Old Bush wandered from room to room after them, wag ging his tail and whining. "Mother," exclaimed Mrs. Hardy at last, "the bed you made on the floor in the store-room!" "Just the thin for him. All therett go in pairs. I'll put that poor littlo dear right in there." So sho did, and not one of h otrt grand-children was tucked in warmer than was Bijah. Ho did not kick tho bedclothes off next minute, either, and ho was tho only child in the house ot whom that could be said. Grandfather Vrooman paid a visit of inspection all around from room to room, and Bush went with him. It took him a good while. When he camo to the store room and looked in, Bijah's tired eyes were already closed as tight as were the fingers of the little hand on the cover let, which was still grasping ft crul ler. Ho was fast asleep, but Grandfather Vrooman was not; and yet when Bush looked up at him, tho old nian't eyes) were shut too. and there was a t tir ia his thick white beard as if hit lips wr moving. Things got pretty still after ft whilt, and then there began a tteadr proces sion in and out of tho "darfc room," which was not dark. Boxes went in, and bundles, and theso were opened anduntied, and their contents spread out and looked at and distributed. It was no wonder Grand father Vrooman's big sleigh had boost so full, and the one Pat had driven, when they brought the Hopkins and Simpson families from the aortk ftfttl south railway stations. Grandfather himself went away ont to the barn once for something ho taltl he had hidden there, and while ho wat gone Aunt Ellen Simpson and Unci Hiram slipped a package into the grain bag, and grandmother handed Uncle Hiram another to slip in on top of It, and Uncle John Hardy and Uncle Mar tin Hopkins each handed him another, and the bag was almost half full, but you could not see it from outside; and then they all winked at each other when grandfather came in with a back-load of sleds. Grandmother may havo thought she know what they were winking about, but she didn't, for Un ;le Hiram whispered to Aunt Ellon: "I'm glad it's a big stocking. Oat) 11 do for both of 'em." It was late when they all wont to bed, and there was so much fire in tho fire-place they were half afraid to leave it, but Grandfather Vrooman said it was of no use to try and cover it up, and the room would bo warm in the morning. When they got upstairs the children must all have been asleep, for there was not a sound from any room, and the older people went to bed on tiptoe, and they had tried iiard to not so much s whisper on the stairs. CHAPTER lit Oh, how beautiful the coanrry wat when the gray dawn came next morn ing! white and still in the dim and growing light So still! But the stillest place was the one Bijah woke up in. He could not guess where ho was at first hut ho lay awhile and remembered. "Santa Clans' house, and they're all real good. He's going to give me to somebody as soon as it's Christmas." He got up very quickly and looked around him. It was not dark in tho store-room, for there was ft f13 square hole in the middle of the floor, and a glow of dull red light came up through it which almost made Bijah feel afraid. There was his little gray' suit of clothes, cap and all, close by his bed on the floor, and he put them on faster than he ever had done it before. "Where's my other stocking?" r He searched and searched, but it was of no use, and he said, "I can't run away in tho snow with a bare foot" He had been getting braver and brav er, now he was wido awake, and he crawled forward and looked down tho scuttle-hole. He knew that room in ft minute, but he had to look twice be fore he knew the tree. "Ever so many stockings! And they're all fulL Look at those sleds! Oh my!" Whichever way he looked he saw something wonderful, and ho began to get excited. "I can climb down. It's just likogo ing downstairs." It was just about as safe and easy, with all those branches under him, and all he had to do was to sit on one, and get ready to sit on the next one below him. He got about half way down, and there was tho grain bag, with its mouth wido open. Just beyond it on the samo bough, but further out, there hunr a very small stocking indeed. "That's mine!" exclaimed Bijah. "It's cram full. too. They've borrow ed it after all theirs were full I want it to put on now, but I can't reach it out there." Just then ho began to hear noises up stairs, and other noises in the rooms be low shouts and stamping, and people calling to ono another and he could not mako out what they were saying. "Oh, doar! they're coming. Santa Claus is coming. What '11 1 do?" Bijah was scared; but there was tho wido mouth of Grandfather Vrooman's grain-bag "stocking," and almost be fore Bijah knew what he was doing ho had slipped in. Poor Bijah! The moment he was in he discovered that he could not climb out He tried hard, but there wat nothing on tho side3 of the bag for his feet to climb on. Next moment too, he wanted to crouch down as low as ho could, for all the noise seemed to bo coming nearer. So it was, indeed, and at the head of it were grandfather and grandmother and the other grown-up people, tryini to keep back the boys and girls until thev should all be gathered. "Where's Bijah?" asked grandfather, after lie had counted twice around, and was sure about the rest. "Bijah!" exclaimed Liph. "Why. I looked in tho store-room; he isn't there." "Hope tho littlo chap didn't get scared anil run away. "Dear me through the snow!". claimed grandmother.