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?::: :.>OO0 ?? ' 3 ?J 11 BLACK I i? Ik. ROCK || < .??* . ?X ! [?+##????*??& ?;:? ?> ?::? .**?0????o?i CHATTER I. CHRISTMAS EVE IX A LIMBER CAMP. J ' w"1 T was due to a mysterious dls X i pensntlon of Providence and 3 55 8 B??'' ''''n' to '-PR"' Graeroe 5x2; tlint 1 found myself in the heart of the Selkirk* for my Christina* eve as the year 1882 was dying. It had been my plan to *|smd my Christmas far away In Toronto with such bo bemian and boon companions as could be found In that cosmopolitan and i kindly city. But Leslie Graeme chang ed all that, for, dlsiuverliiK me in (lie villas'* of Black Rock, with my traps all packed, waiting for the stage to ?tart for the Lauding, thirty miles away, he bore down upon me with re sistless force, and I found myself re- i covering from my surprise only alter j we had gone In bis lumber sleigh some i six miles on our way to Ills camp up In the mountains. I was surprised and much delighted, though I would not allow him to think so. to find that his old time power over me was still there. He could always In the old varsity days?dear, wild days?make me do what he liked. He was so handsome and so reckless, brilliant in his class work and the prince of halfbacks on ! the Rugby Held and with such power of fascination as would "extract the heart out of a wheelbarrow." as Barney Lundy used to say. And thus it was that I found myself just three weeks later? I was to hate spent two or three days? ; on the afternoon of the 24th of Decent- | her, standing In Graeme's Lumber i Camp No. 2. wondering at myself. But i I did not regret my changed plaus. for In those three weeks I had raided a cinnamon bear's den and had wakened up a grizzly. But I shall let the grizzly finish the tale. He probably sees more humor In It than I. The cunil) stood in it little ?*U?:iriinr and consisted of a group of three long.! low shanties, with smaller shacks near them, all built of heavy, unhewn logs, with door und window In each. The grub camp, with conk shed attached, stood In the middle of the clearing; at t a little distance was the sleeping camp with the oQce built against it. and about a hundred yards away on the other side of the clearing stood the stables and near them the stniddy. The I mountains rose grandly on every side, I throwing tip their great peaks into the sky. The clearing in which the camp stood was hewn out of u dense pine forest that tilled the valley and ci tiit i d half way up the uiouutuin sides and then frayed out in scattered and stunted trees. It was one of those wonderful Cana dian winter days, bright and with a touch of sharpness in the air that did not chili. Inn warmed the blood like crafts cf wini The men were up in the woods, and the shrill scream of the biu jay Cashing across the open, the impudent chatter of the red squirrel frot.i the t< i of the grub camp and the pert chirp cf the whisky jack hopping a' out on ?lie rubbish heap, with the long, lone cry of the .voif far down the valley, only made the silence felt tlie more. As 1 stood drinking in with all my soul the glorious beauty and silence of mountain and forest, with the Christ mas feeling stealing into me. (Iraeme came out from his ottiee and, catching ?ight of tne. called out, "Glorious Christmas weather, old chap!" and then, coming uearer, "Must you go to morrow?" "1 fear so," I replied, knowing well that the Christines feeling was ou him too. "1 wish 1 were going with you," he laid quietly. I turned eagerly to persuade him, but at the look of suffering In bis face the words died on my lips, for we both were thinking of the iiwful night of horror when all his bright, brilliant life crashed down about him In black ruin and shame. I could only throw my arm over his shoulder and stand silent beside him. A sudden Jingle of bells roused him and. giving himself a little shake, he exclaimed: "There are the boys coming home." Soon the camp was filled with men talking, laughing, dialling, like light hearted boys. "They are a little wild tonight." said Graeme, "and tomorrow tlnty'll paint Black Rock red." Before many minutes had gone the last teamster was "washed up" and all were standing about waiting impa tiently for the cook's signal?the sup per tonight was to be "something of a feed"?whpn the sound of bells drew their attention to a light sleigh drawn by a buckskin broncho coming down the hillside at a great pace. "The preacher. I'll bet. by his driv ing." sa id one of the men. "Bedad. and It's him has the fotne nose for turkey." said Blaney, a good natured, jovial Irishman. "Yes. or for pay day. more like," said Keefe. a black browed, villainous fellow countryman of Blaney's and. strange to say, bis great friend. Big Sandy McXaugliton. a Canadian blghlander from Glengarry, rose up Id wrath. "Bill Keefe," said be, with de liberate emphasis, "you'll Just keep your dirty tongue off the minister, and. as for your pay. It's little he sees of It or any one else, except Mike Slavin, when you're too dry to wait for some one to treat yon. or perhaps Father R.van, when the fear of hell fire Is on to you " The men stood amazed at Kuudy's | Hudden nflger and length of speech. "Ron! Dat'a good for you, my bully boy." said Buptlate, a wiry little French Canadian, Sandy's sworn ally and de voted admirer ever since the day when the big Scotsman, under greut provo cation, had knocked him clean off the dump into the river and then Jumped In for him. It was not till nfterwnrd I learned the cause of Sandy's sudden wrath which urged him to such unwonted length of speech. It was not simply that the Presbyterian blood carried with it reverence for the minister and contempt for papists and Fenians, but that he hud a vivid remembrance of how, only a month ago, the minister had got him out of Mike Slavln's sa loon and out of the clutches of Keefe and Slavin and their gang of blood suckers. Keefe started up with a curse. Bap tlste sprung to Sandy's side, slapped him on the back and called out: "You keel him! I'll bit (eat) him up. uie." It looked as if there might be a tight when u harsh voice said in a low, sav age tone: "Stop your row, you blank fools! Settle it. if you want to, somewhere else." I turned and was amazed to see old man Nelson, who was very seldom moved to speech. There was a look of scorn on his hard, iron gray face and of such set tled fierceness as made me quite be lieve the tules I had heard of his dead ly fights in the mines at the coast. Be fore any reply could be made the min ister drove up umi culled out In a cheery voice: "Merry Christmas, boys! Hello. San dy! Comment ca va. Baptiste? How do you do. Mr. GraemeV" "First rate. Let me Introduce my friend, Mr. Connor, sometime medical student, now artist, hunter and truuip at large, but not a bad sort." "A man to be envied," said the min ister. smiling. "I am glad to know any friend of Mr. Graeme's." I liked Mr. Craig from the first. He had good eyes that looked straight out at you, a clean cut. strong face, well set on ids shoulders, and altogether an upstanding, manly bearing. He in sisted on going with Sandy to the sta bles to see Dandy, his broncho, put up. "Decent fellow,said Graeme; "but, though lie is good enough to his bron cho. it is Sandy that's in his mind now." "Does be come out often? 1 mean are vou part of his parish, so to spea k V" "1 have no doubt he thinks so, and I'm blowed if he doesn't make the Presbyterians of us think so too." And lie added, after a pause: "A dandy lot of parishioners we are for any man. There's Sandy, now. He would knock Keefe's head off as a kind of religious exercise, but tomorrow Keefe will be solter. and Sandy will be drunk as a lord, and the drunker he is the better Presbyterian he'll lie, to the preacher's disgust." Then, ufter another pause, he added bitterly: "But It is not for me to throw rocks at Sandy. 1 am not the same kind of fool, but I urn a fool of several other sorts." Then the cook came out and beat a tattoo on the bottom of a dishpan. Baptiste answered with a yell; but, though keenly hungry, no man would demean himself to do other than walk with apparent reluctance to Ids place at the table. At the farther end of tlie camp was a big fireplace, and from the door to the fireplace extended the long board tallies, covered with platters of turkey not too scientifically carved, dishes of potatoes, bowls of apple sauce, plates of better, pies and smaller dishes distributed nt regular Intervals. Two lanterns banging from the roof and a row of candles stuck into tlie wall on either side by means of slit sticks cast a dim. weird light over the scene. There was a moment's silence, and, nt a uod from Graeme, Mr. Craig rose and said: "1 don't know how you feel about It, men. but to me this looks good enough to be thankful for." "Fire ahead, sir." called out a voice quite respectfully, and the minister bent'hls head anil said: "For Christ the Lord, who came to save us, for all the love and goodness we have known and for these thy gifts to lis tlds Christmas night, our Father, make us thankful. Amen." "Bon! Dat's fuss rate." said Bap tiste: "seems lak dat's make me hit more I letter for sure." And then no word was spoken for a qu.'.rter of an hour. The occasion was far too solemn and moments too pre cious for anything so empty as words, hut when the white piles of bread and the brown piles of turkey had for a second time vanished and after the last pie had disappeared there came a pause and a hush of expectancy, wbcrmipon the cook and eookee, each bearlng^iloft a huge, blazing pudding, came forth. "Hooray!" yelled Blaney. "Fp wid ye!" And, grabbing the cook by the shoulders from behind, he faced him 4 about. Mr. Craig was the first to respond ? lid, seizing the cooker In the name way, called out: "Squad, fall In! Quick march!" lu a moment every mun was In the procession. "Strike up, B?tchee?, ye little angel!" shouted Blaney, the appellatlou u con cession to the minister's presence, and away went Ituptiste In a rollicking French song with the Knglish chorus: "Then blow, ye winds, In the morning. Hlow, ye winds, ay oh! Blow, ye winds, in the morning, Blow, blow, blow!" And nt each w low" every hoot came lown with u tliutup on the plank thx>r that shook the solid roof. After the second round Mr. Craig jumped upon the bench and culled out: "Three cheers for Billy the cook!" In the silence following the cheers Baptiste was heard to say: "Bon! Iiat's uiuk me feel lak hit dut puddin' all hup ineself, me." "Hear till the little baste!" said Bin ney In disgust. "Batchees," remonstrated Sandy gravely, "you've more stomach tuan manners." "Ku sure, but de more stomach dat's more better for dls puddin'," replied the little Frenchman cheerfully. After a time the tables were cleared! and pushed hack to the wrull, and pipes were produced, lu all attitudes sug gestlve of comfort the men disposed themselves in a wide circle about the Ore, which now roared and crackled up the great wooden chimney hanging from the roof. The lumberman's hour of bliss bad arrived. Kven old man Nelson looked a shade less melancholy than usual us he sat alone, well sway from the fire, smoking steadily and si lently. When the second pljies were well a going, one of the men took down a violin from the wall and handed It to Igiclilun Campbell. There were two brutliern Campbell Just out from Argyll. [ typical blghlanders? Lachlan. dark, si lent, meluncboly, with tbe face of a mystic, anil Angus, red haired, quick, impulsive and devoted to bis brother, a devotion he thought proper to cover under biting, sarcastic speech. Lachlau after much protestation, in tcrspcrsed with gibes from his brother, took the violin and, in response to the call from all sides, struck up "Lord Macdonald's Reel." In a moment the floor was tilled with dancers, whoop ing and cracking their Angers in the wildest manner. Then Kuptlste did the "Red River Jig." a most intricate and difficult series of steps, the men keeping time to the music with bauds and feet. When the Jig was finished, Sandy called for "Lochaber No More," but Campbell said: "No, no; I cannot play tbat tonight Mr. Craig will play." Craig took the violin, and at the first note 1 knew he was no ordinary play er. I did not recognize the music, but it was soft and thrilling and got in by the heart till every one was thinking his tenderest and saddest thoughts. After he had played two or three ex quislte bits he gave Campbell his vio lin, saying, "Now. 'Lochaber,' Laeb la n." Without a word Lachlau began, not "Lochaber"?he was not ready for that yet-but "The Flowers o' the Forest" and from that wandered through "Auld Robin Gray" and "The Land o' the Leal," and so got at last to that most soul subduing of Scottish la incuts. "Lochaber No More." At the tirst strain his brother, who had thrown I himself on some blankets behind the fire, turned over 011 his face, feigning sleep. Sandy McNaughton took his pipe out of his mouth and sat up straight and stiff, staring into vacancy, and Graeme, beyond the fire, drew a short, sharp breath. We had often sat. Graeme and I, in our student days, in the drawing room at home, listening, to Ills father wailing out "Lochaber" upon the pipes, and I well knew that the awful minor strains were now eat ing their way into his soul. Over and over again the highlander played his lament. lie had long since forgotten us and was seeing visions of the hills and lochs and glens of his far away native land and making us, too, see strange things out of the dim past. 1 glanced at old man Nelson and was startled at the eager, almost piteous, look in his eyes, and I wished Camp bell would stop. Mr. Craig caught my rye nntl, stepping over to Campbell, held out his hand for the violin. Lln gerlngly and lovingly the hlghlander drew out the last strain and silently gave the minister his instrument. Without a moment's pause and while the spell of "I.oehaber" was still upon us the minister, with exquisite skill, fell Into the refrain of that simple and beautiful cantp meeting hymn. "The Sweet By and By." After playing the verse through once he sang softly the refrain. After the first verse the men joined In the chorus, at first timidly, but by the time the third verse was reached they were shouting with throats full open. "We shall meet on that beautiful shore." When 1 looked at Nelson, the enger light had gone out of his eyes, ami in its place was a kind of determined hopelessness, as if in this new music he had no part. After the voices had ceased Mr. Craig played again the refrain, more and more softly and slowly. Then, laying the violin on Campbell's knees, he drew from ids pocket his little Bible and said: "Men. with Mr. Graeme's permission, I want to read you something this Christmas eve. You will all have heard It before, but you will like It none the less for that." His voice was soft, but clear and pen etrating as he read tlie eternal story of the angels and the shepherds and the Babe, and as he rend n slight motion of the hand or a glance of an eye made us see. as he was seeing, that whole radiant drama. The wonder, the timid Joy. the tenderness, the mystery of It all. were borne iu upon us with over Imwerlng effect. He closed the book and in the same low, clear voice went on to tell us how, In his home years ago, he used to stiuid on Christmas eve listening In thrilling delight to his mother telling hint the story, and how she used to make him see the shepherds and hear the sheep Ideating near by. and how the sudden hurst of glory use I to make his heart Jump. "I used to lie a little afraid of the auuels, because a hoy told me they were ghosts, hut my mother told in better, and I didn't fear tin in any more. And the Baby, the dear little Buby ? we all love a baby." There was a quick, dry sob. It was from Nelson. "I used to peek through under to see the little one In the straw anl wordtr , what things swaddling clothes were Ob, it wus all so real and beautiful!" He paused, and I could hear the men breathing. "But one Christmas eve." he went 0:1 In a lower, sweeter tone, "there was no one to tell me the story, and I grew to forget It and went away to college and learned to think that It was only a child's tale aud was not for men. Then had days came to me. and worse, and 1 began to lose my grip of myself, of life, of hope, of goodness, nil nil' blarl: Christmas, In the slums of a far away city, when I had given up all aud the devil's arms were about me. I beard the story again, and as I listen ed, with a bitter ache in my heart, for I hud put It all behind me, I suddenly found myself peeking under the shep herd's arms with a child's wonder at the Baby in the straw. Then it came over me like great waves that his name was Jesus, because it was he that should save men from their sins. Save! Save! The waves kept beating upon my ears, and before I knew I had (jailed out, 'Oh. ean he save me?" It was in a little mission meeting on one of the side streets, and they seem ed to be used to that sort of thing there, for no one was surprised, and a *..ii i ? ? ?a - it- ? ? t~t YwuiiK iriiuw ifaiim acrusn uif ni?n to me hikI said, 'Why, you just het he ran!' Ills surprise that I should douht. his bright face and confident tone, gave me hope that perhaps it might be so. I he'd to that hope with all my soul, and," stretching up his arms and with a quick glow iu his face and a little break in his voice, "he hasn't failed me yet. not once, not once!" He stopped short, and I felt a good deal like making a fool of myself, for ln those days I hud not made up my mind about these things. Graeme, poor old chap, was gazing at him with a sad yearning in his dark eyes; big Sandy was sitting very stiff and staring hard er than ever into the Are; Baptiste was trembling with excitement; Bianey was openly wiping the tears away. But the face that held my eyes was that of old man Nelson. It was white, fierce, hun gry looking, his sunken eyes burning, his lips parted as if to cry. The minister went on. "I didn't mean to tell you this, men. It all came over me with a rush. But it is true, every word, and not a word will I take back. And, what's more, I can tell you this? what he did for me he can do for any man, and it doesn't make any differ-1 ence what's behind him, and." leaning slightly forward and with a little thrill of pathos vibrating in his voice, "oh, I>o.vs, why don't you give him u chance at you? Without him you'll never be the men you want to be, and you'll never get the better of that that's keep ing some of you now front going back home. You know you'll never go back j till you're the men you want to be." Then, lifting up his face and throwing back his head, he said, as if to himself, "Jesus?he shall save his people from their sins." and then. "Let us pray." Graeme leaned forward with his face in his hands; Baptiste and Bianey drop ped on their knees; Sandy, the Camp bells and some others stood up. Old man Nelson held his eyes steadily on the minister. Only once before had I seen that look on a human face. A young fellow had broken through the Ice on the river at home, and as the black water was dragging his fingers one by one from the slippery edges there came over his face that same look. I used to wake up for many a night after in a sweat of horror, seeing the white face with its parting lips and its piteous, dumb appeal and the black water slowly sucking it down. r..m> l.l*o,i,rl,f If nil l.?..l. I...1 during the prn.ver the face changed and seemed to settle into resolve of some sort, stern, almost gloomy, as of a man with his last chance before him. After the prayer Mr. Craig invited the men to a Christmas dinner nest day in Black Rock. "And because you are an independent lot we'll charge you half a dollar for dinner and the even ing show." Then, leaving a bundle of magazines nnd Illustrated papers on the table, a godsend to the men, he said goodby and went out. I was to go with the minister, so 1 Jumped Into the sleigh first nnd waited while he said goodby to Graeme, who had been hard hit by the whole serv ice nnd seemed to want to say some thing. I heard Mr. Craig say cheerful ly nnd confidently: "It's a true bill. Try him." Sandy, who had been steadying Dan dy .while that interesting broncho was attempting with great success to bal ance himself on his hind legs, came to say goodby. "Come and see me first thing. Sandy." ; "Aye. I know. I'll see you. Mr. Craig." said Sandy earnestly as Dandy dashed off at a full gallop across the clearing and over the bridge, steadying down when he reached the hill. "Steady, you idiot!" This was to Dandy, who had taken a sudden side spring into the deep | snow, almost upsetting us. A man stepped out from the shadow. It was old man Nelson. lie came straight to ! the sleigh and. Ignoring my presence i completely, said: "Mr. Craig, are you dead sure of this? Will It work?" "Do you mean," said Crnlg, taking him up promptly, "can Jesus Christ ^ save you fro* your bins and make a man of you?" The old man nodded, keeping his hungry eyes on the other's face. "Well, here's his message to yon: 'The Son of Man is come to seek and to save that which is lost.' " "To me? To me?" said the old man eagerly. "Listen. This, too, is his word: 'Him that cometh unto me I will In nowise cast out.' That's for you, for here you are, coming." "Vou don't know me, Mr. Craig. 1 left my baby fifteen years ago be cause"? "Stop!" said the minister. "Don't tell me?at least not tonight, perhaps never. Tell him who knows it all now and who never betrays a secret. Have It out with him. Don't be afraid to J trust bim." Nelson looked at him, with his face quivering, uud said in a husky voice: "If this is no good, it's hell for me." 1 "If It's no good," replied Craig, al- * most sternly, "it's hell for all of us." The old man straightened himself up. looked up at the stars, then back at Mr. Craig, then at me and, drawing a deep breath, said: "I'll try him." As he was turning away the minister touched him on the arm and said quiet ly: "Keep an eye on Sandy tomorrow." < Nelson nodded, and we went on, but before we took the next turn I looked back and saw what brought a lump in to my throat. It was old man Nelson on his knees In the snow, with his hands sprend upward to the stars, and I wondered if there was any one above the stars and nearer than the stars who could see. And then the trees hid him from my sight [to be continued.] ? i Shot In His Lett Leg:. For all kinds of sores, burns, bruises, or other wounds De Witt's Witch Hazel Salve is a sure cure. Skin diseases yield to it at once. 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With green or any other colored straw canvas, sold by the yard, are made uncommon flowerpot covers. Af fecting the shape of a round bag. the mouth Is plaited into goffers. A some what liner canvas with frayed edges Is employed, as formerly foolscap paper, to wrap round bouquets when placed In a Jardiniere or pretty wicker bas ket. the straw canvas projecting all round in rustic and informal folds. An rffprtlvs tied CoverlnB. For a very effective bed covering use Una point d'esprit net and around the edge a border of Insertion. Pending from this let fall a full flounce of the point edged with lace. The roll to this bed is covered with a color to match the room, and over it is the dotted net with flounce of lace. This falls In soft folds over the roll and end of the bed. ?Woman's Home Companion. To Clean Comb*. Combs should be washed as seldom as possible, as water makes the teeth sulit and renders the fabrics of which they are made rough. Small brushes 1 manufactured for cleaning combs may be procured, and with one of these the ' combs should be well brushed and aft- I erward wiped with a cloth. I How's Your STOTOH? Does It properlv Digest wholesome and nvitritiovjs food? Good Digestion is necessary to perfect health. Perfect health is essential to happi ness. If Dyspepsia has a hold upon you, yon are nnfit for life's wort. Cast off this dread disease. Coleman's Gua.ra.ntee will positively cure all forms of in digestion and dyspepsia. Hundreds of users attest its curative powers. It will do for you what it has dote for I others. One dose gives relief. I PRICE 50c. A BOTTLE. If your druggist doesn't -ell it jet another druggist. COLEIIU REMEDY CO., OiriHIe, ??., 0. I. A. For Sale by Hood Brothers. Apd Bei ror Dreg Ccirf pj. Tbe Best Prescription for Malaria, Chills and Fever is a bottlfe of Glove's Tasteless Chill Tonic. It is simply iron and quinine in a tasteless form. No cure?no pay. Price 50c. Tobacco ...Flues. 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