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Subscription $1.00 Per Year. There is No Free Country, Unless the People Rule Price 5 VOL. IV NATCHITOCHES, LA.. MAlCII 25. 1898. N. ThlE HAPPIEbST HEART. Who drives the horses of the sun Shall lord it but a day; Better the lowly deed were done, And kept the humble way. The rust-will find the sword of fame, The dust will hide the crown; Aye, none shall nail so high his name Time will not tear it down. The happiest heart that ever beat Was in some quiet breast That found the common daylight sweet, And left to Heaven the rest. -John Vance Cheney. A NEW MEXICAN EPISODE, BY CLAIRE POTTER. The sun shone hotly on Anita taifh, which lay like a small excrescence on the dun-colored earth. The adobe house, the fences, the corral, all wore the sun-baked shade of the level ground. The silence was not a strange and dreamy thing, as is usual in soli tude; 'twas a hot, fierce, aggressive silence, which seemed to challenge d.s turbance. No be- or flying thing buzzed in the air, and, as far as .-ye could reach, no shade came between the fiery sun and the flat pray mreaa. The wind, always defiant, blew bravely across the sag:bruih,. carrying with him the remonstrant breath of the sun, who protested against the per eleent ~'valry and wou!d not grv him full sway. Their competition gave lice to the cattle on the range, to the suf fering cowboys, and to the small group of people on tho ranch-house portel. The sloping roof gave shelter from: the sun's rays, and the wide-open doors through the long hall caught every whiff of the erratic wind as he, still warring with the sun, blew here and there. A low hammock occupied the most shaded spot, and in it swung a girl. Her face was dark and small and her little head was covered with a thic.s, short crop of black curli; her eyes were very large and darkly gray. All else about her was small-the tan-col ered shoes, the slender hands, the scarlet mouth-and she took but a speck of room in the wide hammock, forming a piquant contrast to the two men beside her. They were both tall and athletically built; their skins were of the same color as the house and earth, with a liberal dash of added red. One was pronouncedly dark; the other blue of eye and yellow of hair. Even before they spoae they were pro claimed Englishmen. The darker one, Frank Farringden, turned toward the girl and said: "Well, Jack, when did Harry say he'd come up from Santa Fe? With that fuss over at Ortegas, and Slaw. son, the manager, gone, you'll be left quite alone, won't you?" "Oh, yes; but only for two nights. My brother Is coming back on Satur Gay; there a no one to bother." The girl put one toe to the floor and swung forward, showing the "gu:n" which graced the carved Mexican belt. t This belt held together the corduroy i ilrt and white duck 'blouse; a scarlet silk scarf was knotted around the brown throat, and a large, heavily buckled sombrero lay on the floor be -ide her. Looking out over the mesa, he hld:( '"The sun seems to be standing still ot.there. You should have visitsd ;ol cousin earlier, Captain Charterts. I I'm afraid you'll take back lurid s~c count of his adopted land." The Captain replied with the deep, mellow Voioe of his country: "Well, really, Miss Delancey, the cuntry is beastly bad; but Frankl seemas to find the people all right." '"The people!"-a pleased mockery in the shrill American voice, "That J must mean us, for we are really the !'. people about here, Well, Harry, is a. nile boy, but Slawson and Au usYt. Victoria can't be called social -asddat. Then there's myself: but "--, Now, CAptain Oharteris," ris -;gS the hammock and swinging for- a 'art dirctly lu front of him, "will t o lull me if I am difterent from lng. Ii .lrls---veey much worse, I mean? SpleaseO teall; I want to know truly a t"GO htily, Misl Delancey, girls are daout all alike, jato kui,, only Eag- a shgirs arme moro kept ·) the back- i pa.ae, ad that sort of tllg ' '14st, Captatn Chartidg ( an Bug- o lish girl lat her fathWd and mother a wbe she was only throe, sad had had Re 7 strong herself, would she bare n i lr~ y difterent from met' : 'heve was an apiealiag earnestneass 14~ Igh Veaose ad r breathless . a- 1 ia the dark eyes . bharteris ht eo would answer her quee time. She smk back e ard hummed a sdg the sun' showed the first,' Sdesending the mena 1 lorts and rode away. It twiadent the saddle and p SI stop. with.the * ". - th. old adee. li 59, list 1'fo. .i place to his fair rival, the moon. 'he hot grayness had all gone, and the parched, unlovely earth looked cool and soft in the clear light. The sage brush and cactus plants were tempo rarily given a tint of silvery green, and the wind, fickle fellow, seemed conquered by the gentle moon, for e hand in hand they searched every nook and corner, blessing all living things as they went. The portel seem ed another ;3pot, as it lay in a flood of milky rays; the chairs, the table, it the dusty hammock-all seemed fresh ly covered with shining satin. The girl was in the same position, but the corduroy gown had given place to a white one, and the scarlet kerchief had pale to rose. The rebellious hair had beep smoothed until it lay is dusky rings about the face which the moon light had whitened, and the tender rays turned to pink the two scarlet 1, spots-were they of expectation? n which burned beneath the glowing e eyes. The sombrero's place on the e floor was taken by a mandolin, which l1 slipped from the hands of its owner e as she started from her lazy swinging in the hammock, her accustomed ear e having heard the pressure of horses' hoofs against the hard ground long, g long before the riders could be seen. Listening more intently she soon a knew there was but one horse, one rider. The expectancy was ended v when Capt. Charteris slid from his ; horse, tied it at the gate, and walked C toward the house, idly swinging the leather mail bag as he came. Once Q under the portel, he threw his hat on Sthe floor and sank: into a low chair _ beside the girl. "Poor Frank went on to catch the train for Santa Fe. Your brother wrote and urged it. Bah! it's a nasty Si ride from Ortegas!" The man broke the silence. t"Sing something-something Span ish." Jack played a soft chord on the mandolin and sang a tender serenade. As she finished he leaned over her and said gently: "You shall have the answer to the question of this afternoon now. How can I compare you to other women, you who are so strangely different, so intoxicatingly charming?" He leaned nearer and took, unrebuked, the tan ned fingers in his own. "You are the result of this strange life and cli mate, and I-oh, you know how I feel! You have showjs your power over me since you first raised those eyes to my face; and when I hear you sing, then-then you know you hold me, soul and body, as no woman ever did before. You know it, don't you, Jack?" Unclosing her eyes as from a dream of bliss, she laid her hand lovingly upon his shoulder. "You don't understand me, Captain Charteris. I suppose I am not like other girls, and it takes a long, long time to understand me." Charteris hid a smile with his hand The pleading voice was in his ears, the red mouth near him, the eyes shining unconscious love in his face, and the moonlight, the wind, the echoes of the song roused his slow senses, and put ting his arm around her he whispered in his melting voice: "Jack, do you love me?" There was no shyness in her rapt face, as she drew nearer and mur mured: "Oh, yes; yes, I do love you, and I was so afraid you would never under stanl." The smile grew broader on the Eng lishman's face as he ardently kissed her, and the mistaken moon incau tiously threw a glamor of tenderness into the steely eyes, while the vibrat ing little creature, with her head on his heart, accepted the moon's soft blandishments, and worshiped on. The intense stillness of the summer night seemed to ask for music, and Jack drew the mandolin toward her, playing slowly that sweetest Spanish air "Media Noebe." While her fingers were on the strings, Charteris, after i whispering "Carlssima, querida chi- i quits" in her willing ear and again kissing her, strolled to the gate and mounted his horse. She sat still, a bright bit of color in the vivid moon-( light; and as he rode away, waving i his hat as he went, she played with I all the strength in her quick hands, sending after him a flood of melody. which sounded in his ears long, long after the agile broncho had borne him I from ·view. She slept to dream over the last act J of her life, and awoke to redream it I as she wandered restleesly about the a houste-mr ewing tlathe hatimock. Har ry and 'arringden would not return I for two days. S"Surely Harcourt," she wispered the a name bluihingly to herself, "would g come again." Seeking shelter from the heat in the a loag hall, her eye fell on the forgotten t mall bag; for occupation she unstrap. I paedt it, There were no letters for the Anita a ranch, but several for Faringden, t and a landon newspaper which had been opened, read and refolded. 8he t salmlesly pntolded it, glancing over I it uemoaprehendlngly until a penciled J paragraphattracted her ey, Thisread: n "The marriage arranged last winter I between Captain Harcourt Dene 01it- h ford Chafteris and Lady Bvelyn Maud b BraD hwerth will be consummated on Jane I at St. Gs s Heos anover .o e Square. This marriage will be an ex e ceedingly important social event, ow d ing to the prominence of both bride -and groom, the former being the sec* - ond daughter of the Earl of Alwyn t, and the latter the prospective heir of 1 his uncle, Lord Walforth, of Walfortli r House, Surrey. Captain Charteris will y shortly return from the American 3 Southwest, where his long stay has - completely restored his health." The I paper was still firmly grasped in her , stiffening fingers. She did not change - her position; the brown face turned o a sallower shade, and the eyes had a s glowing fierceness. She neither cried i nor spoke, but mechanically refolded I the paper and replaced it in the bag. I Night came again; the moon came r back to the old portel, and with the wind played a sweet duo in the accus tomed way. But there was no appre t ciative grace in the heart of the small creature who sat here. With wind i burned face and raging heart she 3 looked out over the broad stretch of prairies where only last night all had r seemed a vision of beauty. Suddenly she leaned back her head and called, sharply, "Augusta Victoria!" A slb-like Missouri girl,the domes tic pivot of the ranch, appeared in response. "Well, Miss Jack?" The black head lowered, and the tan heel struck the floor several times be i fore the question came: "What was Jose up here for this af º ternoon, and why did he slink away around the corral, or," quickly lifting L her head and looking into Augusta Victoria's eyes, "is he still here?" 'No, he ain't here now; but you know Jose and me are keepin' com pany; so why shouldn't he be here?" "No reason; only he seemed to act queer, and I am sure I heard him men tion-mention Captain Charteris's name." "Well, yes, he might 'av," uneasily shifting her lank weight from one fiat foot to the other. Jack arose, went over to Augusta Victoria, and grasped her firmly by the shoulder. "You know I have never trusted Jose, and now I know there is some thing wrong. Tell me-tell me, or I -well, you know what I can do." "Oh, dear Miss Jack, save him! save Jose! save us all!" Hurriedly, disconnectedly, she told the trembling little woman before her the story. Charteris had had a quar rel with Mexicans on the lower Pecos; that in saving his own life he had shot his assailant; that the dead man was a cousin to Jose, who, with his broth ers were all left to right the wrong. That they were to meet at Ortegai, and were going to Farringden's ranch, where Charteris was alone; that the settlement would be short, and that oh, dear, oh!-they had already started. Without a word Jack rushed, hat less, for the corral. Her own little broncho, Lorita, was soon girthed,and they were off over the mesa, the start led horse fairly maddened as the heavy end of the quirt struck her tender flanks with repeated blows. Her gen tle mistress seemed turned into a de mon, as mile after mile they flew not by the trail, but over the range, where quicksands lurked, and prairie dogs' holbs were traps to the galloping horse's feet. On they went, the mare goaded to frenzy by the shrill voice and raining blows. The Farringden ranch lights were in sight, and Jack, her heart a triphammer in her side, gave a final shout to speed Lorita on. but a treacherous hole caughPone of the horse's slender legs, breaking it, and throwing the little broncho in an agony of pain to the ground, where her rider lay, unhurt. Without a glance at her dearly loved horse, Jack sprang to her feet and rushed like a coyote over the ground. The altitude exhausted her feeble lungs, and when she stumbled across i the doorwayv of Farringden's ranch speech had almost left her. The cur tain was up, and Charteris sat by the table, under a swngiing lamp, writing. With one swift movement she pulled down the treacherous shade, threw l herself upon his breast and stretched out her arms protecting around him, as, listening to every wind-breath, she gasped: "Come with me-there is no time to ' talk." . Seeing determined negation in his I face, she continued: "There is not a moment to lose. Jose Gonzales and his brothers are be hind me. They are fierce with pulquei and revenge. Come, come!" "Never! I'11 face the cowardly 1 :Mexlcans!" "Harcourt,"-a deep wall of de spairing passion in her voice-'"I love I you, dearest, with all the life God has given me, and I beg of you, for the sake of your hope and mine in Heaven to listen to me." Her shielding arms were again around him,mand fifty kisses were pressed on his lips. "Harcourt, 1 sweetheart, do my will just this once this once!" And he obeyed. Through the rear door of the house they went. With her hand locked in hia, they rushed toward the canon, Jack guiding the rebellious English man. At length she stopped. "I can g- no further," and pulling the red kerehlef from her neck she held it to her lips. "What shall I do with you, Har- I .court? Ther will kill oel" t C He took the hand at her side. 'Twa, red with blood. e The galloping horses and excited Spanish voices reached them as Jack a rushed into the clear light. t "Jose Gonzales, is that you?" II "Si, senorita." 1 The girl advanced to where the i three horseman had reined and talked s earnestly in Spanish. The voices were e first high and fierce, then low and r pleading, finally soft and consenting, e as they slowly turned and rode away. I She walked back to Charteris. 1 "Come!" she said. How differently I the voice from an hour before! She I said no more, but started forward, Charteris followed. "Jack," he called-"dear little Jack-" s you have saved my life and I am a coward." "Don't speak to me," she replied, bit. I terly. "Saddle me a horse. I'll wait for it inside." Two horses were soon tied at the gate, and he entered the room where 1 Jack stood, not as she had so short a time before, panting, glowing, reck less, the embodiment of love and brav ery, but instead, a pallid, sombre eyed woman, whose strange quiet was I a terror to the man before her. "They have given you your life," she said, "because I promised them that in the early morning you would go. I told them this; they believed me; you must go." "Yes, I will go; but you-you who have risked your precious life-have brought on this fearful thing," point ing to the blood-stained hand. "What shall I do for you?" "I am past help,' recklessly. "God is good; he has sent this-if not enough, the stream in the canon will be a rbaring torrent in May." She started toward the gate, he swiftly following. "Jack, .Jack, let me go with you!" "No; but you can go across the range," pointing southward, "and shoot Lorita-I couldn't do that," cov ering her eyes with her trembling fin gers. She mounted; he followed, and they rode slowly toward the trail. "Jack," he whispered tenderly, "why have you given me my life and turned it to bitterness like this?" She rode nearer and laid her hand on the horn of his saddle. "Do not dare to follow me. Shoot Lorita quickly and kindly. With her will die your memory of these days. I have read the London Times, and I loved you." When Harry Delaney returned to the Anita ranch the weeping Augusta Victoria met him in the portel. A rude emblem of black swung from the door knob and inside the house the little mistress lay still and silent, at rest forever. "The old trouble" and the new one had ended all. The London Times announced that on June 20 at St. George's, Hanover Square, were married Captain Har court Dene Clifford Charteris and Lady Evelyn Maud Barkaworth.-McClure's Monthly. Law Silt Peaditg 45 Years. A special from Grafton, W. Va., says: There is in the Circuit Court of this county a case, sent back by the last term of the State Supreme Court for retrial, wnich rivals Dickens' celebrat ed case of Jarndyce vs. Jarndyoe. When the Baltimore and Ohio Railroad was built through this country over forty five years ago, Chardles Venderweker did some of the grading. The settle ment of the contract led to the grader suing the Baltimore and Ohio in the courts of what was then Virginia. Since them the case has been four times in the Supreme Court, having been sent back last week. Vanderwerker is still living, but he is not prosecuting the casee now, hav ing assigned his claim to bae Nye. Van derwerker is an old man and has been kept poor paying attorey's fees.a The first judges who tried the case are long since dead, as are moat of the supreme Judgs who first heard it. The full amount of the claim now, with inter eat, is less than $10,000.-Philadelphia Press. Douedlrs buas. An envious young lady called a phy sician for a light allment, which she magnified into a serious one. "Run," said the doctor to a servant, giving him a preecription, "to the nearest chemist and bring back the medicine as quickly as you can." "Is there much danger?" replied the young lady in alarm. "Yes," said the doctor, "if your servat is not quick it will be use less." "Oh! doctor, shall I die?" gasp ad the patient. "There is no danger of that," said the doctor, "but you may get wellbefore Thomas returns." A grammar school in Ohio, has been closed because of a free fight. The superintendent and principal came to blows, the scholars and townspeople took sides, and now the people are so busy fighting that they haven't time to think of education. La~ly Mary Howard has been pre sented by the citizens of Sheffield, Eng., with a magnificent necklace of diamonds in recognition of her ser vices as Lady Mayoress from 1895 to 1897. It is said that 700 Chinarpen in San Francisco have professed conversion to the Salvation Army. OUR YOUNG PEOPLE. CHILDREN AT SCHOOL Bam it in, cram it in, Children's heads are hollow; Slam it in, jim it in, Still there's more to follow; Hygiene and history, Astronomic mystery Algebra, histology, Latin, etymology, Botany, geometry, Greek and trigonometry, Bam it in, cram it in, Children's heads are hollow. Scold it in, mould it in, All that they can swallow; Fold it in, hold it in, Still there's more to follow; Faces pinched, sad and pale, Tell the same unvarying tale, Tell of moments robbed from sleep Meals untasted, studies deep; Those who've passed the furnace through With aching brow will tell to you How the teacher crammed it in, Rammed it in, jammed it in, Crunched it in, punched it in, Rubbed it in, clubbed it in, Pressed it in and caressed it in, Rapped it in and slapped it in, When their heads were hollow. A LESSON IN OBEDIENCE. A young carpenter, working on a high roof, suddenly began slipping toward the edge. "Press hard on one heel I" came the cry of his brother, above. "Why should I press on one heel ?" whimpered the boy. "Obey orders !" was the stern reply. The boy did so, found his course arrested at the very brink, and was soon res cued. To-day, as one of the prom inent orators and evangelists of this continent, he attributes his success largely to the lesson of obedience learned on that slopit g roof. THE LEGEND OF THE DIPPER. There is a pretty story which tells how the seven stars came to form the dipper. Once in a country far away the people were dying of thirst. There had been no rain for months. The rivers and springs and brooks had all dried up. The plants and flowers had withered and died. The birds were so hoarse they could not sing. The whole land was sad and mournful. One night after the stars had come out, a little girl with a tin dipper in her hand crept quietly out of a house and went into a wood near by. Kneel ing down under a tree, she folced her hands and prayed that God' would send rain, if it were only enough to fill her little dipper. She prayed so long that at last she fell asleep. When she awoke she was overjoyed to find her dipper full of clear, cool water. Remembering that her dear mother was ill and dying of thirst, she did not even wait to moisten her parched lips, but taking up her dipper she hurried home. In her haste she stumbled, and alas! dropped her precious cup. Just then she felt something move in the grass beside her. It was a little dog, who, like herself, had almost fainted for want of water. She lifted her dipper, and what was her surprise to find that not a drop had been spilled. Pouring out a few drops on her hands she held it out for the dog to lick. He did so and seemed much revived, but as she poured out the water the tin dipper had changed to one of beautiful silver. Reaching home as soon as possible, she handed the water to the servant to give it to her mother. "Oh," said her mother, "I will not take it. I shall not live anyhow. You are younger and stronger than I." As she gave the servant the dipper it changed into shining gold. The servant was just about to give each person in the house a spoonful of the preciouswater when she saw a stranger at the door. He looked sad and weary and she handed him the dipper of water. He took it, saying: "Blessed is he that gives a cup of cold water in His Name. A radiance shone all about him and immediately the golden dipper became studded with seven sparkling dia monds. Then it burst forth into a fountain, which supplied the thirsty land with water. The seven diamonds rose higher until they reached the sky, and there changed into bright stars, forming the "Great Dipper," telling the story of an unselfish act. BOW HIRAM SPENT HIS SHBIMP MONEY. "I wish my mother had a ring like those the ladies wear at the hotel," said Hiram Green to himself one day. "There isn't one of those ladies as pretty as my mother; she ought to wear rings too." Hiram was the son of a fisherman, but the father had died when Hiram was a little boy. Hiram's mother took in sewing and fancy work to earn money to support herself and her son. He helped her what he could out of school hours, and in vacation. He had two uncles who had taught him how to catch shrimps. With the money he earned by selling them he could buy things for his own use or pleasire.. He did not mean to count his shoney until the bank was full. Now Hiram loved his mother more than anything else in the world. Whenever he dreamed of being rich some time, as boys Afea do. it was not for himself he wanted the money, but that the dear little mother might drive in a carriage, drawn by a pair of horses with clinking chains. The sight of the flashing gems on the hands of some of the summer visitors at the fishing village in which he lived had added a new article to the list of beautiful things his mother was some day to own. He had heard that just one single diamond was sometimes worth five hundred dollars or more. This had discouraged him very much. But one day happening to pass a shop in the neighboring town he saw a number of rings dis played in the window. Diamond .rings which flashed and sparkled, it seemed to him, just as those worn by the ladies in the hotels. He stopped fascinated, and pressed his face against the glass, eager to see if any prices were marked upon them. Imagine his surprise when he saw upon the largest one a tag marked $4.75. He looked again to see if hehad notmade a mistake. Perhaps it was $475.000. But no, he knew enough about figures to see that he was right the first time. Home he went as feet as he could get there, and ran up into his bed room. Then, for the first time since he had begun to save his "shrimp. money" he opened his bank and counted its contents. "Three dollar and twenty-two cents I" he cried, "al most enough. I was going to buy something for myself this time, but I'll have that ring before another week. " Hiram worked early and late for the next few days. He caught more shrimps than he had ever caught be fore in the same length of time, and sold them readily. "I think there must be something you are wanting very much, mo boy," said his mother. "Yes, there is," replied Hiram. At the end of the week he had the sum desired. Hurrying to the shop where he had seen the ring, before going inside he gave one haty, al most frightened look into thewindow. Could it be gone ! No, there it was flashing and sparkling as belore. That evening, he placed it on his mother's finger. She looked at it in surprise. "It is yours, mother," he cried, proudly, "your very own; I bought it with my shrimp money. I was determined my mother should have a ring as handsome as those ladies wear." "My dear boy," said his mother, while something as bright as theehia ing stone flashed in her eyes, "not one of those ladies can value their rings as I shall value mine." Years afterward Hiram learned that what he had bought for a diamond was only a bit of glass." "Did you know it then, mother ?" he asked. His mother nodded. "And you never told me." "It was brighter to me than any real diamond," she said; "the bright ness I saw flash in it was the unselfish love of my boy." Petrified Body ef a Woman. Oscar Cobb and John Shackelfordl, while hunting on Dr. F. Shackelford's farm, near Fayetteville, Mo., in Hasel township, this county, discovered the body of a petrified woman. While traversing a small ravine one of the boys found under the roots of a tree, where the water had hollowed out the bank, what he supposed to be human feet. On investigation he discovered they were solid stone, and attached to some unyielding substance. Seenr ing assistance, the boys returned, and the tree and earth removed, exposing the body of a nude woman in a perfect state of petriflcation. The discovery was taken to Fayettevile, where it was measured and weighed and viewed by hundreds of people. The mohl is that of a vuluptuous woman, five and one half feet high, and the weight 265 pounds. The features are perfect, face round and full, and, it is claimed, tcould easily be recognized if anyone was living today who had known her nla lire. Dr. Shackelford hars owned the farm for fifty years, and no one was ever buried near the spot. The tree growing immediately over the body, however, places the date of the burlal at some remote period in the settle ment of the county, if not prior to our present civilization. Those who have inspected the petrification critically say that it is not an Indian. The only ab. rasion or marks on the body are a hole in the right side and a protrud Ing arrow head on the left, indicating that death resulted from the wounds Several citizens from this city have viewed the body, and claim that it it as perfect as the work of. a sculptor. the toes and finger nails being as diLs tinct as those of a living person. It will be brought to this city and placed on exhibition.-St. Louis Globe-Delo. crat. Pintard Overshot the Murk. The spirit of prophecy came to one John Pintard in 1823, and be Indulged in a little essay, which he called the "Reverie of a Solitaire." The popunla tion of the city th'en was about 125,000, and this is what the dreamer's imasg. ination shadowed forth as the limit ot possibility: "Before the close of the century the populatfoa will equal, ii not outvle, London, the most miglae metropolis of Europe. and eai Ie8 numbers, possibly New Orleani eeept. ed, any city in the New World"-Ne York Herald,