THE YALE EXPOSITOH FRIDAY, JUME 7, 1907
BYxiRTlllM
CHAPTER X. Continued.
looked at In this manner the ghast
ly iortent was vividly suggested. Tlie
nostrils of the two heads together
formed the eyes of the death-mask;
the mustache of the father made the
eyebrows; and the brow and the eyes
3f the boy prince formed the nose and
mouth. And more horrible than the
loath-mask Itself was a wound In the
temple, from jwhich Mowed a streak of
blood.
"Thi3 wound." I asked, shuddering,
'is It merely a coincidence? The look
5f a irony the staring eyes is that
aieant to be a menace, a threat of a
violent death?"
"Can you doubt It?" demanded
fiocke. replacing the envelope rare
fully In his pocketbook. "That death
mask is regarded by a large portion,
5f Ferdinand's dissatisfied subjects as
i 'heavenly sign.' That little stamp,
; venture to say, Is a death-knell for
Ferdinand it Introduces Into Uni
tarian politics an awful and solemn
ante."
"A 'heavenly sign?'" I asked, shud
dering again. "Hut he still lives?"
"Yes; at present he Is In Paris. I
suppose he is safe there. Hut when
ne returns to his capital at Sofia "
"And the woman this Countess
Sarahoff, Is she one of the revolution
aries who regard tha'. statu) as a
'heavenly sign?' Yon told me that
fhe was supposed to be the friend of
Prince Ferdinand."
"I did. Hut Is she? She Is a wom
an of mystery. Is she really in earn
?st In seeking to entrap Sir Mortimer
into Influencing England to stand be
hind Bulgaria in her Invasion of Turk
ish Macedonia? Is she Ignorant of the
existence or at least the significance
nf this stamp? Or, posinK as a friend
of Ferdinand, having ready access to
him at any hour, will hers be the dag
ger plunged into his breast at the
fatal hour? Perhaps Sir Mortimer Is
not the guileless victim we think him
to be. Perhaps the king's messenger
does not have two sets of dispatches
to be presented at his discretion. Per
haps this death-mask is a ghastly ac
cident and not a menace. Perhaps
Countess Sarahoff, alias Sophie de
Yarnier. Is a lamb of Innocence. Per
haps!. Hut, my dear chap, don't trust
that 'perhaps.' "
Ixcke rose and pulled on his gloves.
I stared at him In sudden comprehen
sion. "I understand now. You had more
than one object In coming to see me
this morning." I said, soberly.
lie lit a cigarette, looking down at
me in deep thought.
"In America the game of iolitles is
a fair game and above board. Vo
show our cards; they are on the table
for all the world to see. The very
frankness of our methods puzzles the
diplomats of Europe. Here In Europe
thing are wamt-ed differently. There
are wheels within wheels. No pawn
is too insignificant to be made use of.
This pawn may be a simple citizen,
even a tourist "
I shook the hand lie held toward
me. and retained it. bewildered.
"Put that is absurd on the face of
It. In what possible way could I be
of use to this Countess Sarahoff?"
Ixcke shrucged his shoulders care
lessly, and blew a ring of smoke with
precision at the chandelier.
f "Nothing is quite absurd," he re
turned, calmly. "Two days ago I read
of an unfortunate accident of a fellow-countryman
and an old college ac
quaintance. To day I am surprised to
find tliis countryman of mine mi ex
cellent terms with a woman whom I
have every reason to believe is a dan
gerous adventuress. I come to see
my fellow-countryman, to offer him
my sympathy. 1 remain to warn
him."
"Put why?" I demanded, still skep
tical. "There are three facts that should
make you think, lladdon. First of
all, you have made the acquaintance
)t the mother and the sister of Sir
Mortimer Prett. Secondly, Countess
Sarahoff has made your acquaintance.
Thirdly contradict me If I am wrong
she has already interested you;
more than that, I venture to say that
you have made an appointment with
her."
He looked at me keenly. I was
silent.
"These, my dear lladdon, are sim
ple facts. Perhaps there Is no rela
tion between them. Again I say, 'per
haps.' Hut don't let the mysterious
machinery of Intrigue catch you In
Its meshes. Its wheels may crush
you. You have had enough trouble,
and look out for Countess SarahofT."
"I shall try to remember your ad
vice," I said, struggling to control my
excitement, and placed his vislling
fard Jn my pocket. "Yes; I shall see
yon again before I leave Lucerne."
"Oh, suit yourself about that," said
Iiocke, coldly.
Not until afterwards did It occur to
me that I had treated him rather
cavalierly Indeed, laid myself open
to suspicion by my silence.
CHAPTER XI.
Countess Sarahoff Gives an Invitation.
I stood quite still after Locke had
ieft roe, losi In thought. ,
HENRY VESEY
A life for a life, Helena had sail.
Hut Is not honor Bometlmes dearer
than life Itself? At least the honor
of a loved brother.
That 1 could exert any lniluence
over the mind and actions of a man
as famous in affairs as Sir Mortimer
Hrett was absurd. Even had that
been possible Helena would have been
the last to Intrust his honor in my
hands. And yet, as Locke had said,
what If I were a pawn In the game of
Countess Sarahoff?
Then why not bo an Intelligent
pawn, to be moved If you will, care
lessly here and there in the game of
Intrigue, but to be moved with my
eyes open?
"No pawn is too Inslgnificent to be
made use of;" those were Jcke's
words. He had believed that she
would attempt to make use of me.
Heaven grant It, I thought, with a
thrill of hope. We should then see
what we should see. Yes; I would
look out for Countess Sarahoff. Hut
scarcely In the manner Locke had
suggested.
Early In the afternoon a message
came from her. as I had felt confident
It would. A cousin was with her; they
were to leave Lucerne that evening,
en route to a little village In the
Hernese Alps, where she had taken
a chateau for the summer. She would
The Dinner at the
be charmed If I would dine with them
in her apartment at the Hotel Na
tionale. And would I pardon the ab
surd hour of G:?.0? I was to come In
my morning clothes, since neither she
nor her cousin expected to dress.
I accepted the invitation with
alacrity. That meant privacy a cer
tain intimacy. A cousin was to be
there. It was true. Hut the presence
of the cousin was. of course, a sop
carelessly thrown at Mrs. Grundy.
The cousin had not arrived when I
presented myself that evening. I
struggled against a sense of shame. I
was accepting her hospitality, and I
had come to spy on her. Put I reas
sured myself with the conviction that
it was to be a game of tit-for-tat.
The apartment de luxe Into which I
was ushered was dimly lighted, and
the air was heavy with the perfume 'of
flowers. In the center of the room
the white damask and silver of a table
set for dinner gleamed under the soft
light of candles. In some vague way,
this room, one of a hundred others In
the hotel, had lost something of Its
stiff formalism. It had charm. Charm!
That was the word that best de
scribed this mysterious woman. Well,
I must steel myself against that
charm.
She hail been beautiful the evening
before; this evening she was radiant.
Her eyes burned with a fire that at
once disconcerted and excited. She
was the incarnation of what one calls
the Joy uf. living. Never for an In
stant was she still. Now it was to
glance critically at the admirably set
table; now to rearrange the flowers.
Presently she moved to. the window,
and drew back the heavy brocado
hanging, looking at me over her shoul
der. "Why does my cousin not come?"
she demanded, petulantly. "At 11 to
night we go to Vltznau by the boat
: ;pp
tpeforo the birds awake to-morrow we
,'must be off up, up, up the mountains
to my chateau. It will break my heart
If we are delayed."
"Your chateau has great attraction
for you," I said, smiling.
She came toward me Impulsively,
her hands clasped.
"Oh, you would like my chateau,
monsieur. It Is strong and rugged;
and so high that to see Its towers
through the branches of the pine
trees, as you climb the hillside, It
seems a dream, a fantasy. And be
low, very far below, there Is the noisy
little river that rushes around its base,
and an adorable village that crouches
close to It for protection. And within,
there are great shadowy rooms with
gleaming bare floors and tapestries.
Oh, yes, and there Is my beloved piano.
When the thunder rolls terribly over
the lonely mountains, and the storm
beats against the curtained windows,
and the fire of huge logs In the hearth
does not reach the somber corners
oh, It is then that I live. I am In
spired. In the night the passionate
soul of Chopin speaks to me. And In
the morning when the sun is shining
again, and the little river Is gay and
turbulent, there are my flowers and
my books and my poor. And there Is
peace. My castle Is a Castle of Indo
lence, and it is a Castle of Happiness."
"That is the castle we are all look
ing for," I said wistfully.
She moved restlessly to the piano.
She struck the opening chords of that
prelude of Chopin which Is at once
a suggestion of a funeral march and
a procession in a cathedral. I watched
her, fascinated, though 1 had sworn
I would not be fascinated by her.
She stopped abruptly In the midst
of a phrase. Her white arms dropped
to her lap. She looked over toward
me. Then she leaned her elbows on
the keys; she nodded to me, half in
entreaty, half in command. I stood
opposite her, leaning toward her,
across the piano.
"Put sometimes I am lonely In my
Hotel Nationale.
chateau," she said In a low voice.
"Come with Dr. Starva and myself.
He our guest, Mr. lladdon."
I started. A man! I had not count
ed on that. I had known this was to
be an evening of surprises. I had
schooled myself to meet them without
wonder. Put this invitation, so strange
ly and so unexpectedly given, com
pletely astonished me. Who was this
convenient cousin, this Dr. Starva?
The chance I had expected had
come. To accept such an invitation
as a matter of course, however, would
be too absurd.
"You give Invitations to all the
world?" I asked ungraciously.
"No, monsieur, only to those who In
terest me, and who "
"Are of use to you?" I asked Indis
creetly. She looked' at me with cool, level
eyes, still playing. "Absolument."
"And In what way do I happen to be
of use to you, Madame de Varnier?"
She smiled mysteriously, shaking
her head.
"That Is a secret."
"I detests secrets," I said Irritably.
"Hut If the secret were a condi
tion?" "Then I should probably refuse. I
do not accept Invitations when there
are conditions attached to them."
"Then If I say that It Is because I
like you?"
"I should not believe you."
"Then perhaps I am sorry for you.
You are unhappy. I will take you to
my chateau to find happiness."
"Come, Madame de Varnier, let us
stop fencing. Why did you' speak to
me last night? Why do you pretend
to bo Interested In me ho Interested
that you ask me an utter stranger, to
visit your" chateau? Do you remember
my story of yesterday? Am I to think,
do you wish me to think "
She looked at me Intently, very pale
Her Hps were trembling, and yet eh
smiled a smile mysterious, tragic,
pitiful.
"Monsieur, I am not a Jeune fllle. X
am a woman ot the world. Fate has
called to me. I must follow; I must
meet my destiny; sometimes I must
walk in the dark places. The world,
your world, let It think what It will!
Pah, It Is not my concern what It
thinks of me. Perhaps last night, this
morning, I wished you to fall In love
with me. Perhaps now I am asking
you to give me a little respect, a very
little, monsieur. Hut what does It
matter?"
I looked at this strange woman in
astonishment. It was a curious plea.
Perhaps she had wished to make me
fall in love with her! She made the
frank confession with a childish
naivete. And In the same breath she
asked for my respect!
"You speak In riddles," I exclaimed
petulantly. "Tell me your purpose."
She looked up at me swiftly, half In
defiance.
"Tell me yours."
"My purpose!" I cried. "I have
none."
A moment she scanned my face
keenly. Apparently she was satisfied
that I spoke the truth. Put that she
should have even a glimmer of a sus
picion was startling.
"Look, my friend, I speak no more
In riddles, but very frankly. Come to
my chateau because there you can do
me a service, a great service. Voila,
I have told you everything."
"Not quite everything," I replied
quietly. "You have not told me, for
Instance, the nature of the service that
you ask of the first stranger you
meet."
"When you are my guest I shall tell
you," she promised airly.
She plunged Into a stormy mazurka
to drown my protestations. I watched
her, Irritated and yet half yielding, as
she played with the brilliancy and
elan of a virtuoso. Then I walked to
the window.
To reach it I passed a pier-glass pan
eled in the wall. A man's face was
dimly reflected there. Though I did
not look, I knew that he must be
standing behind a door leading Into
another apartment. He had been lis
tening, of course.
1 did not betray my surprise. I
stepped out on the balcony, looking
down on the street below.
This Incident banished my last
shred of reluctance. These adven
turers spied on ine; it was equally fair
that I play their game. Yes; I deter
mined to meet them with their own
weapons.
The music reached a stormy climax.
There was silence. I did not go back
Into the room. I waited curiously.
Would she again Insist? If so, I deter
mined to no longer refuse.
The heavy curtains at the window
were parted. She stood beside me.
Again I noticed the feverish light In
her eyes; her bosom rose and fell
tumultuously ; her color came and
went.
"Then you have no lilting for an ad
venture?" she demanded In a spirit
of desperate gayety. "Even when that
adventure Is to be shared with a wom
an yes, a beautiful woman?"
"Not when adventures are thrust on
me," I replied coldly. Her emotion
repelled me.
"Ah, you persist In being ungra
cious. Then say this adventure brings
happiness for yourself."
"I should require proof of that."
She saw that I was not to be won
over by coquetry. She became seri
ous, almost anxious. Instinctively I
felt that she was about to play her
last card. Had she known it, I was al
ready decided. Put she was Ignorant
of that, and risked everything to gain
her purpose.
"You have set yourself a task. What
If I can help you fulfill it?"
"Again you speak In riddles,
madam."
"If I said I were listening last
night!"
I fruwned on her, furious, but I did
not answer.
She felt no shame In making this
confession. One hand rested on her
hip, with the other she snapped finger
and thumb.
"My dear monsieur, you are not at
tractive when you look like that. Even
I have heard the English proverb, 'All
is fair In love and in war.'"
"And since this Is not love, you wish
me to Infer that It Is war? And you
ask the enemy deliberately Into the
camp?"
"It Is neither love nor war. It Is a
truce. Does that satisfy you?"
"Until you tell me;the service I am
to do you, It must be an armed truce,"
I interposed cautiously.
I emphasized the adjective.
"Pien! At Alterhoffen you shall
know all.. Then it will be for you to
decide If we are to be allies."
"Very well," I assented briskly. "I
will go to your chateau with you.
When do we start?"
Now that I had made my decision
she grasped the railing of the balcony,
exhausted. Preseny I noticed that
her dips were moving," and as I looked
at her In wonder. I saw her furtively
make the sign of the cross. When she
spoke again, It was languidly, as with
an effort.
"Dr. Starva and myself are to go to
night to Vltznau. a little town on Lake
Lucerne, an hour's Journey from here.
To-morrow morning at the dawn we
drive en diligence to Alterhoffen."
"Is It necessary that I go to Vltz
nau?" "Yes," she 6ald hesitatingly, avert
ing her eyes. "The last boat leaves
Lucerne at 11. Your luggage, can it
be rtftdy then?"
1 nodded absently.
(TO 1SE CONTINUED.)
He may hope for the best that's pre
pared for the worst
WHISTLER'S COCK-FIGHT YARN.
Disguised Eagle Pitted by Yankee
Sailors Against British Champions.
Whistler used to take delieht In tell
ing a story of some American sailors
who were at a, cockfight In a seaport
town In England, when one of them
remarked to the owner of the cham
pion: "We've got an American cock on
board that can whip any bird here."
"Go fetch '1m on," said the English
man, "chuck '1m In and see. If e licks
one bird we 'aveplenty more to throw
In that can lick hany blawsted Ha
merlcan bird you can fetch 'ere."
"All right; we'll bring one," said the
Bailors.
When they got aboard they rigged
up an American eagle. After their
own manner they painted, trimmed,
spliced, and reefed fore and aft, trans
forming the eagle to a cock. When
ready they went ashore, and at the pit
chucked In their new gamecock,
which, overcome by surprise, prompt
ly backed close to the wall.
"Now bring on your birds," yelled
the sailors.
A strutting cock was thrown Into
the pit, and was another surprise to
the poor dismantled eagle. He backed
closer and closer to the wall, wonder
ing what would happen next.
The cock walked three times majes
tically around the circle, cuffing at his
strange opponent, the eagle pitiably
abashed and bedrabbled, crouching
lower and lower, and looking around
and above hlin for an explanation of
what It all meant, while the crowd
were yelling madly for the English
fighter.
The eagle made himself smaller and
smaller, but at last, finding that he
could get back no further, and think
ing that something was expected of
him, stretched out his long claws as
the cock dashed at him again and took
his opponent by the neck.
Here Whistler ended, with an Imita
tion by motions of what the eagle did.
He stretched out his arm shaped his
hand like a claw (by this time It
looked like a real one), drew It to his
mouth, and. with one bite, pulled off
the head, as he thought an eagle
might do it. Then he looked blandly
about the room, as the eagle had done,
at the astonished crowd and said:
"Now bring on your other birds."
Century Magazine.
Wood Felled by Gladstone's Axe.
What Mr. Gladstone most enjoyed
ibout the Chateau de Choronc (adds
our correspondent) were the beautiful
walks In the neighborhood. Many pho
tographs were taken of him there, but
the one he liked most was a photo
graph In which he and Lord Rendel
appeared walking arm In arm, deep In
political discussion. I came across a
copy of It once In a remote farmhouse
in Montgomeryshire, and on the back
of It was written. "To Mr. John Jones;
VIchlr. with best wishes. W. E. Glad-j
stone."
John Jones wa a tarro-jr, a eonstltu-j
ent of Ixrd Rondel, & tremendous ad-'
mlrer of Mr. Gladstone, and an ama
teur woodcarver. lie had once writ-
ten to the prime minister asking for
some wood felled by the statesman'
own axe, and for some time afterward
he regularly received a supply of
wood whenever Mr. Gladstone brought
down a new tree.
This he worked up Into walking
stick handles, crosses, lockets, neck
laces, etc., and they were greatly
prized among his friends. Manches
ter Guardian. .
Delicately Put.
Stuyvesant Fish was discussing In
Philadelphia the March panic.
"That was delicately put," he said.
referring to a remark that Indirectly
cast the blame for the panic on a cer
tain source. "Whether your remark
is true or false, It was couched deli
cately. It reminds me of the story of
the footman.
"A footman called his master up
by telephone and said:
" 'I regret to Inform you, sir, that
.your house Is on fire and fast burning
down.'
"'Oh! cried the master, 'what ..
terrible misfortune! Put my wife L
she safe?
" 'Quite safe, sir. She got out amon
the first'
"'And my daughters are they all
right?"
"'All right, sir. They're with their
mother.
"There was a pause. Then:
" 'That, sir,' said the footman sauve
ly, 'was what I wished to speak to you
about sir, particular. Your mother-ln-lav
Is lyln' asleep In the third story
back, and knowln' your regard for her
comfort, sir, I wasn't sure whether I
ought to disturb her or not, sir."
Suiting Music te the Work.
The mistress of the house Is a culti
vated Postonlan of much musical
taste, and the whistling of the, foot
man, who believed himself alone la
the house, fretted her artistic soul.
"Joseph," she called at last, from
the head of the back stairs, "please
don't whistle those vulgar ragtime
things!"
"Yes, mem," returned Joseph, meek
j. "I know, mem," he continued, with
unexpected spirit, "but you cannot ex
pect a rhapsody of Liszt with cleaning
the knives. That will come later, when
I'm polishing the silver." Youth's
Companion.
Taken Literally.
"Lady," said Weary Willie, "I'm
near dead fur a good square meal.
"Well," said Mrs. Ilauskeeep,
youU saw some of that wood over
there Til let yon cat your fill."
"Good day.Jadyt I ain't never tt
.AROUND THE CIRCLE
HOW THE PRACTICE OF HOME
TRADE HELPS EVERYBODY.
THE RESULT OF ADVERTISING
An Increased Use of Printers' Ink In
the Local Paper Brought Pros
perity to the Entire Com
munity.
"You'll have to stay over Sunday,
Mary, so I can have a chance for &
visit with you. Can't possibly get the
time through the week. Pusiness too
lively."
"Things must bo getting better
with you, John. Last time I was here
you seemed to have lots of time to
spare. Said business had gone to the
dogs, or rather to the mail-order
houses. What made the change?"
"Well, to tell the truth, Mary, I'just
wakened up one day and thought I
would give them fellows in the city a
little of their own medicine. I got
onto the fact that they were killing
me by feeding the people around here
on printer's Ink In the way of adver
tising, and while I knew most of
what they said was lies the people
didn't know It, and I started In to
show them what I could do. Not at
The local merchant who must bear the burden of local taxation Is en
titled to the assistance of every resident of the community. When you send
your dollars to the mail-order houses of the city you but add to the load he
must carry. Keep your dollars at home.
lying, you know, but at selling good
goods as cheap as the city fellows
did, and lots of times a little cheaper.
"I went to the local paper and pret
ty near scared the editor to death by
ordering a half page of each Issue for
six months. Then I set about seeing
what I had to sell that the people
would want. I really didn't know
what was in that store until I started
to look it over. Some of the things
had been there so long I had forgot
ten about them. I hauled them out
and put a bargain sale price on them,
told the people about them In the
next week's Record, and gave the
prices, and say, I Just couldn't get
them things wrapped up fast enough.
Ever since then I've Just been buying
and selling, buying and selling.
Seems like nothing stays in the store.
Have hired two more clerks, and
they're everlastingly telling me we're
out of this, that or the other thing. I
found that telling the people what
you've got and what you are willing
to sell them for pays. I've paid off
that mortgage that's been hanging
over us for the last ten years, and
gave $100 to the new church building
besides, and it's advertising that
did it.
"You'll stay over Sunday, won't
you? I've cot to get to the store
now."
"Jones ordered a new delivery
wagon this morning, Jane. Said
ilnce the folks around here had
itarted to trade at home and quit
lending so much money to the mail
order houses he simply had to have it.
Vou can have what I make on that
agon to get that new dress with that
rou'we been wanting. Wish you'd
buy it of Jones though for he always
:rades with me."
"Yes, sir, I figure I'm ahead a little
nore than the freight on that buggy,
esldes getting a better buggy than
rou got. I intended to send away for
nine, too, like you did, but 1 saw
Srown's advertisement telling the
tlnd of a buggy he had and the price,
ind I concluded I'd look at it first,
le's making better prices than the
!atalcguc fellows, and he's paying the
relght besides. I figure that I saved
ust about enough on that buggy to
ay the doctor's bill for Molly'g slck
jess, and then, besides, Drown or
lered his hay of me. and he's paying
i good price for It, too."
"Now, my dear, you may engage
Hiss Herman to give Trlncess music
essons for the wave of prosperity in
.he community has struck the minis-
Ing they voted me a raise In salary for
the coming year. In a talk made by
Prother Jones he explained that this
was possible because the people were
keeping their money at home rather
than sending It to the catalogue houses
of the cities. Prother Frank (the pott
master) explained that the money or
der business of his office had dropped
to almost nothing within the past six
months. He said that less than a year
ago he was handling more than $1,000
each month In the shape of money or
ders, and that now the total Is not one
fourth of that. I understand that they
will also Increase the school teacher's
salary next term."
"A 12 page paper this week, I see.
Anything special doing?"
"Not at all. That's to be the regular
size of the Record In the future. The
Increase In business warrants It. The
campaign of advertising being conduct
ed by the merchants forced me to la
crease the size or encroach upon my
reading matter columns, and so I in
creased. Then,' too, my subscription
list Is growing. People who never took
the paper before say they want it now
If for nothing more than to kep post
ed on the prices the merchants are
quoting. Pusiness In the Record oflice
is booming all around. I have had to
advertise for two more Job printers,
and have Just ordered a new printing
press. Py the way, is that horse you
offered me some time ago still on the
---M-w-M-) n n
market? If so you can bring hlnn
around. I want him for a birthday ,
present for my wife."
WRIGHT A. PATTERSON.
TEN GOOD REASONS.
Read Them and Patronize the Mer
chants of This Town.
Here are ten good reasons for trad
Ing with your home business people,
as given by an exchange.
Decause: You examine your pur
chase and are assured of satisfaction
before investing your money.
Pecause: Your home merchant is
always ready and willing to make
right any error or any defective arti
cle purchased of him.
Pecause: When you are sick or foi
any reason it is necessary for you to
ask for credit, you can go to the local
merchant. Could you ask it of a mall
order house?
'Pecause: If a. merchant is willing
to extend you credit you should give
him the benefit of your cash trade.
Decause: Your home merchant pays
local taxes and exerts every effort to
build and better your market, thus in
creasing both the value of city and
country property.
Decause: The mall order merchant
does not lighten your taxes or In any
way hold the value of your property.
Pecause: The mail order merchant
does nothing for the benefit of mar
kets or real estate values.
Decause: If your town Is good
enough to live in it Is good enough to
spend money in. Gov. Folk of Mis
souri. Pecause: The best citizens In your
community patronize home Industry.
Why not be one of the best citizens?
Because: If you give your home
merchant an opportunity to compete,
by bringing your order to him in the
quantities you buy out of town, he will
demonstrate that, quality considered. '
he will save you money.
Search for Old Cannon.
A tradition still survives in Luzerne
county. Pa., that when Gen. John
Sullivan marched through that region.
In 1779 on his expedition against the
Indian confederacy of central New
York, he buried some superfluous
brass cannon along the Wilkes-Parre
mountain. To search for these revolu
tionary relics a number of the best
Irjiown citizens of Ashley have formed
themselves Into an historical society.
One recent Sunday the members
scoured the mountain In the vicinity
of Laurel Run, but could find no relics
except tew Indian arrow oolnts.