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OF THE CRUTCH, i By MARY "S KYLE DALLAS Old Adam Hardburn was always i ..runted very eccentric, but when he adopted Malonc'a boy people thouslit that his eccentricity amount ed to niadiif ss. The Malones were a had lot, and tllls boy was not, as far i any nne knew, better than any ,iher of t;ie family. Moreover, he ( fallen from a tree which he was fobbing o( peaches In his youth, and trlppled himself so that he must al wavS walk with a crutch. What did oil Adam want of hlni? But Adam tared nothing for criticism; he knew that no one ever pleased all the world yet, and when his friends prophesied that he would be sorry he laughed In their faces. Old Malone was dead, two of the boys were in Jail, one gone wa' upon a voyage. He had found pan deserted in tho miserable hut they had inhabited, friendless, with no one to help him to such work as tie could do, and he bad taken him home. "There could not be a better boy," eld Adam said, and after Dan had been with him two years he was still so much of this opinion that he made a will In hU favor. Dan Malone, the eld ruffian's lame boy, had come to fce the prospective heir of the largest estate in tho place. He was a gentle looking boy, who yew refined in manner and learned rapidly, but even when he had come - to be one-and-twenty people were till prejudiced against him. Adam's .tenture might turn out well, but they do ibted it. it last something happened that neeued to prove that they were all i . . nil Adam VBg vorv fnnrf rt flcMrxr Some .Inies he spent long days beside a cert In trout stream, and often his boy, a: he railed Dan was with him, bat on summer day Dan was not wfll aa'. Adam went out alone. The hired m n was chopping wood in an other diection, and the old woman who wasted and cooked kept to her kitchen. But about 8 o'clock that rtenln? I nn. verv rale nnd with a f strange lo k in his eyes, came into a vtielgbbor's house. ,"I came because I wanted help," lie ald. "Mr. Hardburn went away to fish this morning. I was sick. I grow giddy when I try to Btand. I can't go after him. and he's not home yet. I wanted Simon to go, but he says his niaser is old enough to take care of himself, and has probably gone somewhere to supper. But man not iiKe Mr. Hard Dure; Desitls te had on his fishing hat and a linen Jacket. I wish some one would do what I find I am unabla to do. I'm ilarmed very much alarmed." - The neighbors were kind. The Jnen started out for the trout stream, end the women comforted Dan, tell ing him that good news would soon tome; that It was too cool for sun stroke, and that the stream was too hallow to be dangerous. But the young man sat paling and shivering. Partly with Illness and partly with nxlety, until news came. It was the worst news possible. Mr. Hardburn tad been found dead, shot through the heafl. , pistol lay near him, und Bis pockets were turned inside out, end his w atch was gone. When Dan beard the news he hinted away, and for awhile every ,"e ymi,athlzed with him. But soon Ue tide turned. Detectives came down from the city end made explorations and inquiries. The watch was found In a hollow tree end all along the soft wood path were ery peculiar footsteps. They traced them from the woods to the gate of the old man's homo! tho mark nf a hoe, and where the other shoe print, bould have been, a puncture. Some i vue na3 been here who walked with a crutch was the conclusion. In the whole village waa but one ho us.d a crutch young Dan Ma lone. The clouds of suspicion began gather. Dan declared that he bad "fen 111 in bed all day, but Simon, the ttan, knew nothing ol Dan's where bouts from the time he left home until he returned, and Betty only new tfcat he had not come home to c.nner. The pistol with which Mr. Hardburn had been murdered was n that was always kept In his own jming room. And finally Dan, and other, had an object to attain by "e old man's death. Poor Dan was arrested, and fall 5oriy was very great. what do they think of me?" he ",- "Is money anything In com rrlon with a friend such as I have I had all I wanted. He was .,' ,ather to me. How can you kead' WUM barm ha'r ' hU dC&'' But say what he would, no one be him. They had no proof that e i,ad been 111 in bed: no proof that it not beeB to the wood: ,Q ct T' there er the marks of his hMH ' tDi that the watch h,(1 been 'Oden, not carried off, was the proof w no thief had been, the murderer. r,T.i 'n.?nd.WM " Inst brou8ht to rial. The facts which the Jury had to consider were these: No one had seen Dan after M Hardburn left home. A pistol which was ln the house had been used to shoot him with. Dan declared that he had not crossed the threshold yet there were the marks of a crutch from the gate to the woods, down to the spot where the murdered man lay and back again, and Dan came Into a mriuue on nig death. During the' trial 'his manner, his words, his pallid face, his evident ter ror, even before Mr. Hardburn had been found, were all described and set down against him. One of his brothers was In prison for man slaughter, and the race was bad. The Jury only brought in the ver diet all expected when they brought In that of "Guilty of murder In the first degree," and when asked what he could say In his own defense Dan only answered: "How could any one believe that I could kill him?" So Dan was condemned tobehungby the neck until he was dead, and all the world said it was only what might be expected of Malone's boy that he should turn and bite the hand that fed him. Even when the dreadful day came there was little pity felt for him. Such a traitor, every one felt, deserved hanging. Simon and Betty both came In for a comfortable legacy, and the prop erty went to a charity in case of Dan's death, and Simon took his leg acy and lived in a little house that he bought, and for a man of humble sta tion was very well off. He lived thus ten years, adding to his means by driving people to and from the sta tion when he felt like it, and married a buxom wife. One day, however, the wagon of which he was so proud came to grief.' Simon was thrown out and taken home In a dying condition. As he lay on his bed, attended by his weep ing wife, more than bodily torments seemed to rack him, and he begged for a priest. The priest came, and at the end of the confession to which he listened summoned the magistrate. This is what was taken down ln his presence and that of the priest from Simon's own lips: "Father Stock says I must tell the truth before I leave the world or I can ha.ye no absolution. I wouldn't tell it if I had a chance of life, but it doesn't matter now. "I lived with old Mr. Hardburn ten years ago. I'd lived with him quite a time, and he thought a good deal of me. At last he took a boy to live with him Dan Malone, a lame fellow and ho thought of no one elsj after that. I hated Dan; he was no bettor than I, and the old man made a will, leaving him all he had. He put me In the will for $3000, too, but I wasn't satisfied. One day tho old man got a lot of money paid him. It was a mortgage: he put it in his pocket and went to fish. I knew he was down In the woods alone, and I thought if any one could, knock blm senseless he could get the money, and then I thought of my legacy. If he was dead I could have that, too. Dan Malone was sick that day; I saw him In bed; he was asleep. I went and got a pistol there was In the house, and then I saw Dan's crutch outside the door; he'd got so he could walk about the house pretty well without It. He'd had costly doctors called in to him, and I thought a minute, and I took it. I wasn't going to have my shoes measured If anything happened to the old man, and the crutch seemed to be a good thing to knock him on the head with, too. I tied my leg up by a handkerchief and went down Into the woods, leanins on the crutch as If I was lame. No one saw me. The old man was fishing. I went be hind hlra and hit him on tho head and took his money and his watch as he lay senseless. I wouldn't have killed him if he hadn't come to and called out, 'Good heavens! it's Si mon!' Then I had to. I hid the watch In the tree, meaning to get It again some day, and I limped home as I had come. If any one saw me from a distance they thought it was Dan. I left the crutch where I'd found It. No one was near. No one suspected me, Dan was arrested and tried and hung. I would have saved him if I could without hurting my self, but that was not possible. I here swear that he was as Innocent as a babe, and that I did the deed he was hung for." Simon lived Just long enough to sign this confession, and long ago re pentant hands set a stone over pool Dan's neglected grave with his sad story upon It. It was a poor atone ment to the victim of circumstantial evidence. From Good Literature. AntomobHes Prohibited in Bermuda. Consul W. Maxwell Greene, of Hamilton, reports that the act prohib iting the use of all motor cars in the colony of Bermuda, and to be la force indefinitely, passed both houses of the Legislature, and on May 11 it received the signature of the Govern or and therefore became a law. Some people would never get men tloned at all It they were aot talke about behind their backs. NIGHT RLFUGL5 IN PARIS. Last Resource of trie Stranded American R Charity of Which He Can Avail Hirnself When Everything Else Fails Graft of Cer tain firnerican Beggars The Story of a Man Who Got a Fresh Start. - - :-: If you have ever been in Paris and have passed many idle hours ln front of the Cafe de la Palx you cannot have failed to make the acquaintance of the stranded American, writes the Paris correspondent of the New York Sun. He haunts the big hotels, the restaurants and the boulevards, ever on the alert for the unwary. He has reduced the spotting of his prey to a science. He recognizes a possible victim in tho bluff, genial gentleman who loudly proclaims to bystanders in the hotel lobby the fact that no bartender in Paris can make cocktails like those to ba had on the coa3t and that the show at the Moulin Rogue is disheartening to those ac customed to entertainments offered by the Orpin-urn circuit, in short that America is the only country to be con sider; d anyway. The stranded Amer ican knows that it will be the fault of his oratory only if the Westerner doesn't give some substantial evi dence of sympathy after listening to his well planned tale of overdue re mittances. If this benefactor were to return the following year he would probably encounter 'the identical petitioner, perhaps a trifle more shabbily dressed, plying hl3 trade along the Avenue de 1'Opcra or the Champs Elysees. And the Westerner would then realize that this business of fleecing the unsuspecting Is. an estab lished occupation for many. Long ago these men exhausted all official and charitable resources. Then finding that playing upon the credulity o tho public pays better than any employment they could fill they regularly Join the Society for the Subjection of Easy Marks. They seem to find their profession ln the main advantageous, although seasons of prosperity may be followed by times of woeful depression. And when these adverse times come, what hap pens? The stranded American gives up his comfortable lodgings and moves to 6ome attic in Montmartre. Then if hard luck continues ho ceases to have any address at all until the goddess of fortune smiles on him once more. During these off seasons he sleeps on the uninviting benches of the parks until he is askod to move on, or he foregathers with the scum of Parisian humanity along the quays. An Infinitesimal minority of these ex iled waifs turn their steps toward the "Aslles de nult," free night refuges for the homeless and penniless of all the lands, the last resort for tho foot Eore and heart sore. They who enter tho severe portals, topped with the protective three col ored flag and "Liberty, Equality, Fra ternity," mist leave all vestige of pride behind. Those grim institu tions are no respecters of rank or person. Pickpockets and cutthroats sleep side by side with clerks, pro fessional men and day labois whose only offense is that they have come down In the world. , The American whom unkind cir cumstances have led to one of these homes finds that he must wait in a bare hall, its only furniture benches and a giant crucifix, until an officer takes down the names and tne one time occupation of all present. He will then receive a piece of coarse bread and a mug of water. Then all will be ushered into, the basement and told to prepare for the compulsory shower bath. After they have donned the nightshirts supplied by the institution their own clothing is sewed up in separate sacks and put through a process of purification by steam. Then ln a dormitory fitted up in monastic simplicity with iron cots, each labelled with the name of the donor, ail forget the nightmares of the day ln the kindly oblivion of sleep. By 8 In the morning each guest of a night the refuge's hospitality is limited to three nights for each vis itor has gone, and the dormitories are subjected to the regenerative in fluences of sunshine, fnjsh air, soap and water. "The Americans who have slept under our roof?" The Baron de Livols, president of the aslles, re peated the Sun correspondent's ques tion. "Yes, certainly there have been a few from time to time, though we have more South Americans. Of the. 63,000 who registered here this year, forty-six were Americans, and I should say that only ten or at the roost fifteen were citizens of the United States. "You will understand that the American must have sunk pretty low, roust have exhausted the patience of his fellow countrymen, before com ing here. The tourist from across the seas doesn't usually consider a lUght'i sojourn under our roofs as a necessary part of his slghtseeing'njo ( ram," be added with a smile. The cltliem of the republic woe honor us with a brief visit are gener ally derelicts who have lingered so long In Paris, ever descending the social ladder, that they have reached the state where distinctions of na tionality mean very little to them. I remember one or two cases which don't quite come under this hopeless category stories of men who weren't nondescript wretches without ties of home or country, but were merely temporary victims of an unkind des tiny. "We Frenchmen are wont to stand aghast at the adaptability of Amer icans, amazed at their conquest of ob stacles that would seem overwhelm ing to us. The train hand who be comes a railroad president, the call boy who eventually owns his own theatre these tales astound our European conservatism. "Well, one case In point which I recollect is a good example of your transatlantic elasticity. A ball was given for the benefit of one of our refuges In one of the big hotels. "During the evening a substantial looking man, clean shaven an Amer ican, I knew at first glance came up to me and said he had once visited our head refuge. I said that I had probably not had the pleasure of showing him around. He answered, 'No, hardly," that he had not come to Inspect the premises, but to beg a night's lodging. Then he told me his story. "It appears that some years be fore he wa3 a buyer for an American firm, coming to Paris twice every twelve months. He took to drinking heavily and onco when over here he made some big business blunder and bis firm discharged him. "Instead of going home and seek ing another position he stayed on. wasting his time in cafes, going from'! bad to worse. At last he toOK to begging. After several successive bad days when he bad been turned out of one wine shop after another, he fell in with a day laborer also out of n Job. This laborer proposed that they both snjud the night at one of the refuges. "The next morning the American awoke soberer than he had been for many a week. No doubt his close contact with the dregs of Paris had made him feel how much of an out cast he had become. "In this repentant mood a man who had formerly known him In the States ran across him and consented to give him work. Soon the ex-buyer re turned to America and eventually se cured a good position. After a lapse of years he came to Paris again, and hearing that there was to be a ball for the benefit of the aslles he puf chased a ticket they cost ?4 and thus amply cancelled his debt of hos pitality. "Another time an American artist stayed one night here. I think he came more in search of Impressions than charity. 'Later he painted a scene representing the men eating their rations before retiring. I for get his name, but he is now illustrat ing for one of the French political weeklies. The picture was exhibited in the Salon and he sent us a framed copy. "That gift was acceptable enough. But you should see some of the things offered by well meaning but im practicable benefactors and bene factresses." The Baron led the way across the sun flooded court of the principal refuge, which accommodates nightly 300 homeless soldiers of fortune. The court was lined with tubs of flower ing plants, a witnes to the French man's Infallible instinct for alleviat ing the sordid by the artistic. He unlocked the door to a huge storeroom ln the basement. There, among other things, were a richly In laid but dust covered chest of draw ers, a shabby dress suit and a Psyche glass, an exile from some Louis Quinze boudoir. "Yes," the president smiled in an swer to his visitor's amazement, "the course of charity doesn't always run smooth. In that chest of drawers are a clown's costume, a pair of gilt slip pers and several discarded decollete I gowns. "Still such gifts are fortunately rare, and ordinarily we cannot com plain of the public's lack of generos ity. These Asiles and there are four In Paris accommodating ln all i500 persons a night are maintained by charity, although they enjoy the protection of the State. We have re ceived donations from all nationali ties. Lady Wallace, widow of the tell known English art collector, left us large sums, and an American woman, Mrs. Maxwell Heddle, be queathed more than 1,000,000 francs. So you see America need not feel that Bhe Is getting something for nothing when her homeless citizens are our gujtits for a sight." 1LM REQUIESCAT IN PACE. Here lies a poor woman who alwayi was l)uv; Sue lived' under pressure that rendered her dizzy, She belonged to ten clubs and read Brown-, ilig by titiht, Showed at luncheon nnd tens and would vote if she niitht: I She serve! on a school board with courage ann zeal: She golfed ana she kodaked and rode on wheel: 6he road Tolstoi and Ibsen, knew microbes by name, Approved of Delnnrte, was a "Daughter" .and "Dame;" her children went in for the top educa tion, Her husband went seaward for neivou prostration. One any on her tablets she found an hour fre? The sliocl; wrs too great and site disd in tmitlce! Saturday Evening Herald. THERE WITH THE GOODS. Kitty "We're getting dull again. Do say something brilliant, Eobby." Bobby "Radium." Louden Opin ion. . 1 ' IRRESISTIBLE CONCI.VSIC X. "I see that the man who in ntc the stock ticker died wealthy." ; "Then he didn't play it." Cki land Plain Dealer. :' WANTED: A MAN. "What kind of a man wou yi Hire for a husband?" "Oh, either a bachelor or a V ji er. I'm not particular wbl lustrated Elts. "it ACCORDING TO R.CPr Eessie "What kin-' of Anna l-nnv olotaf nca riii- f T Bobby "From the evii'.os, -j ' I heard ln the parlor last i.iht i. uast be gunpowder." Life. AFRAID IT MIGHT. "Work never hurts anybody," said the Industrious man. ; "No," answered Plodding Pete,' "but it's most as bad to be SLai t'J ua hurt." Washington Star. ( "si. ADDING INSULT TO INJURY. "Now, don't deny It, "Rote. You wore my shoes?" "Only once my feet hurt ne so, and- I ' wanted something co.uforta-ble."-i-Meggeudorfer Blaetter. DOUBLE-CROSSED. The Daffodil -Great petals!' Rosi-y, old chap, what haypined you? Got the spotted fever?" The Rose (fiercely) "I've been Eurbanked, that's all!" Puck. RID PROPOSITION, IN FACT. Woman Suffrage Advocate (to Speaker Cannon) "I maintain that woman has always been the prime factor In this world." Uncle Joe (blandly) "Oh, I don't know. In the very beginning woman was only a side issue." Juig-J. ., MIXING THE METAPHORS. "For my part," said one;, "I think Fred is very bright and capable. I am confident he" will succeed." "Yes," replied the other, "he is cer tainly a worthy young man, but I doubt whether he has head enough to fill his father's shoes." Robeleaf. A HARD LUCK STOR'.". "What aro you crying about, my little man?" "Jimmy Dodds licked me first, an then father licked me lor letting Jimmy lick me, and Jimmy licked me again for telling father," and now I suppose I shall catch It again from father." The Pathfinder. NOTHING IN IT. Ho (anxiously) "I understand your father speaks very highly of. me?" She "Yes; but he doesn't mean, a word of it." He "Are you sure of that?" She "Certainly. He does it Just to torment mother." Chicago New,i A DUCK OF AN M. D. . Little Elmer "Mamma says yoai are a duck of a doctor." J( Pompous M. D. (greatly pleased! "Indeed! How did she come to say that?" .1 Little Elmer "Oh, she didnt say H Just that way, but I heard t er tell; papa you were a quack." Chicago. News. AND DISSOLVE PARTNERSHIP.! "Jones never can forget busi ness for a minute. Eve a at the ball U.U nlpht " "Well, what lieppetie.l?" j "When a yoiuig lady u '..l M'.-j t!-at her partner had tngflged her for the. next dauce he Immediately oTre.1 t bv.y out her partni-r. I t .i: E'i'gs. '