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VOL. 20. SMITHFIELD. N. C.. FRIDAY. DECEMBER 27. 1007. NO. 42
Prhe Girl j
Across
| the Aisle, f
By E. H. HOUGH.
[Copyright. 1907, by E. H. Hough.] ?
RETURNING to my car as the
train started, I noticed that I
?had neighbors across the aisle,
apparently a well dressed, gray
haired and bearded man, his wife and
their daughter, the latter so lovely that
I stared at her until my persistency
provoked a keen, fierce glance from
her father, whereupon 1 withdrew my
gaze, and be resumed his newspaper.
Immediately the girl across the aisle
glanced around, and I intercepted a
flash from a pair of dark eyes instinct
with what seemed like fear or en
treaty.
Hut not even the beauty of my fair
vis-a-vis could successfully divert my
mind from the painful theme upon
which it was dwelling with a con
sciousness of humiliating failure.
The cashier and confidential man of
a large business house had absconded
with half a million dollars in cash and
negotiable securities, and simultane
ously the only daughter of the firm's
senior member had eloped with a
worthless suitor.
My firm was not professionally in
terested in this branch of the case.
M e were to trace the absconding cash
ier, described as twenty-seven years of
age, tall, slender and dudish, heavy
? t>iaciv rausiacne, smootn suaven cneeks,
?while certain memoranda evidently for
gotten and discovered in a secret com
partment of his desk seemed to render
the task of overtaking him a matter of
little time and ordinary skill.
My assignment on the case was a
high compliment, and I had been san
guine of success. But most of the
clews I followed ended in a "pocket;"
my carefully formulated theories and
hypotheses proved fruitless, and while
debating as to what I should do next
I received a peremptory telegram di
recting my immediate return to head
quarters.
While ruminating thus I fell to
drumming with my fingers on the arm
?of the seat. Instantly the girl across
the aisle looked up, darting a keen, in
quiring glance at me. Her lips moved
as though repeating some formula, and
as I kept on drumming her excitement
visibly increased. Just then her fa
ther, looking up from his paper, frown
ed at her and, glancing over at me,
tapped his forehead, waving his other
hand toward the girl.
For awhile 1 kept up my drumming,
and while the girl did not appear to
notice me I could see that she was
listening intently; her lips moved, and
lier expression varied from one of hope
to the deepest depression. For the
want of better occupation I continued
the experiment awhile, finally ceasing
altogether, whereupon she sank back
against the seat, pale and inert.
By and by the cars stopped again,
and my attention was attracted to a
boy on the platform jerking a rosined
string through a drum shaped piece of
cardboard?a sample of the basketful
he carried and which lie was demon
strating with a zeal and volume of
discordant sounds that rivaled pande
monium. Instantly ttye girl across the
aisle?that was the side nearest the
station platform?became violently ex
/'itPll Tho IiIaaiI rilwliiul trt hnn nlianlrc
and tears to her eyes. Touching her
father's arm, she exclaimed eagerly:
"Papa, papa, buy me one of those
pretty, noisy playthings!"
I fancied I detected a sinister gleam
In the man's eye, but he answered
roughly:
"No; that thing is only for boys and
children!"
"Oh, please, please, papa!" she per
sisted, clasping her hands. "I must
have it! I want to see if it will sing
for nie. Quick, quick, before he is
gone!"
As she would not be pacified and
some of the passengers were looking at
her, her father smiled grimly and
thrust one hand into his pocket.
"Anything to please a fool!" he mut
tered. Opening the window, he bade
the boy outside toss up one of his In
fernal machines, snatched it from him,
threw out a quarter and shut the win
dow.
"There!" lie tossed It in the girl's
lap. "See how long that will amuse
you." As he resumed his pa|>er I
watched the girl across the aisle with
a new interest, coupled with growing
mystitl cation.
She turned the toy over and over,
held it to her check nnd Hps, her face
Instinct with passionate yearning, then
slowly nnd timidly drew the string
back and forth, producing n succession
of short, Jerky, rasping sounds, which
she gradually tempered and softened.
I
; >uaiij. tiring i>r Watching tier, x re
j ruined my p.. time of drumming with
i my fingers. In ,ant!y she stopped, re
J girded me eagerly, then, sadly shak
ing her head, dropped her crude play
j thing In her lap.
What was the girl trying t<(y lo? A
look into her set. tense face scouted the
idea of anything so tri.hu as a flirta
tion. When I stopped drumming she
resumed her iieri'onnauce; " hen I
drummed she v. as <. .let. lisle .ing in
| tently, but with evident disappoint
ment. Giving up the riddle at last, I
leaned hack, with folded arms. Imme
diately, with a most inexplicable look
toward her father and toward me, the
girl across lite aisle resumed, with an
nir of desperate determination, the
same unvarying iteration of sounds
and pauses until the performance be
came almost intolerable. Indeed, it
was getting upon my nerves, and I was
contemplating nil appeal to her father
when I stumbled into the light. Her
maneuver was making Its way not up
on my nerves alone, but upon an inner
consciousness, slowly responding to
the magic code. I began to follow and
analyze that rhythmical succession of
sounds and pauses until I was able to
recognize, distinguish and translate
them. The girl across the aisle was
communicating through Iter crude play
thing telegraph messages to me!
Noting my expression, she stopped,
then flashed a significant glance to
ward her father. Obeying iter un
spoken injunction, I busied myself
with a book, but in a moment she was
at work again, and her message read:
"I am trying to speak to you. Do
you understand?"
My response was to cast a bewilder
ed glance at her. Instantly she turned
her face from me toward the window,
but I was on the alert for the next
message.
"Drum with your fingers on the arm
of your seat as you (lid before. 1 can
read that. Don't look at me."
Here was the last link in the riddle.
I rapped:
"I understand you. IIow can I help
you?"
She appeared not to notice me, sit
ting with her band* relaxed, apparent
ly lost in reverie. But another mes
sage soon followed.
"This man who pretends 1 am crazy
is not my father nor an old man?only
twenty-seven. Itead again."
I rapped "Yes," keeping my eyes on
my book. Then her improvised tele
graph spoke again.
"lie robbed my father, abducted me
and will force me to marry him as
soon as he is safe from capture. He
threatens to kill me if I try to es
cape or betray him. His name is Jere
my Saunders. Have you understood?"
Had I? If ever I needed nerve It
was then. On my return home, de
feated, baffled, I found myself by a
freak of fortune hot on the trail. Across
the aisle, so near that 1 could touch
him, yet so secure in his disguise that
he could mock me to my face, sat my
quarry, while to this girl, his prisoner,
had come the heaven sent Inspiration
we both needed.
Steadying my fingers by an effort, I
rapped:
"Yes. Your name next. Will aid
yop with my life."
"I am Almo Osgood," she responded.
"The woman is Saunders' sister. We
alight at Rochester, and unless help
comes quickly I am lost."
I consulted my time table. We would
reach Rochester In an hour.
"Do you fear arrest and temporary
detention?" I rapped.
"I fear nothing that will free me
from this man," was the prompt re
spouse.
"Very good," I replied. "If in mortal
power 1 will free you. Say no more.
It is risking too much."
As I rapped the last words Saunders
flung down his paper.
"Be done with that infernal din!" he
exclaimed, "it is past all endurance!"
"Yes!" said the girl wearily. "The
tune won't come, and I'm sleepy!" She
lay back, with closed eyes.
"About time!" I ejaculated. "Will
you have a cigar with me in the smok
er? I'm feeling a bit dotty myself."
"Thanks, no. I dare not leave the
girl. This is the first outing for three
weeks, and I swear it will be the last."
"I don't blame you. Well, I'll have
a smoke and dispose of this thing." I
took the. toy gently from her lap. "So
long."
Passing through the train to the
telegraph operator's car, I sent a code
message to the Rochester authorities:
"Arrest man, woman and girl alight
ing from car Cumberland, train 47.
Will signal. Send man who knows me.
Farnham."
When I returned to my section Miss
Osgood was still sleeping anil Saun
ders reading, but I managed to engage
him in conversation until we reached
Rochester. Then he made a sign to his
sister, who shook Miss Osgood none
too gently.
"You alight here?" 1 said. "So do I.
We may sec more of each other."
"I think not." he answered shortly.
"I stop over but a few hours."
As his sister was arousing her 1
charge I rapped one more message. |
"Stumble when you reach the sta- ,
1 tlon platform. Cough If you under
stand me."
A brief susj>ense, then Miss Osgood
sat up. coughed sharply nud shot a
look at me. The woman fairly jerked
her to her feet, and we proceeded,
Saunders first, 1 behind hint, and the
others following. Glancing through
the end window, I spied three men,
scanning the cars. On the platform
Miss Osgood stumbled, falling heavily
against me. Instantly I caught Saun
ders by the shoulder, exclaiming:
"Here they are! Take all!"
One officer seized Saunders, and as
his sister tried to drag the girl away I
caught her arm, jerked her around und
In a moment she and Miss Osgood
were prisoners.
After the first gasp of astonishment
and fury Saunders fought like a de
mon. He plunged one hand in his pock
| et and shot it out toward Miss Osgood,
who was close beside him 'mt I struck
j his elbow, sending the reject flying,
j then, springing past him, secured it. It
looked like a fountain pen, but proved
to be n hollow tube with a sharp me
tallic tip and filled with poison. One
1 prick of that tiny weakon on the girl's
j flesh and she would have been dead
past all help. Handcuffs were finally
snapped on Saunders' wrists, and we
were all marched off to n vehicle in
waiting.
Committing Miss Osgood to the care
of the prison matron, who took her to
her own comfortable home, we kept
telegraph and long distance telephones
I hot for awhile. 1 was the hero of the
occasion, receiving euloglums from my
chiefs and from Mr. Osgood, all of
j whom requested me to await their ar
rival. That evening I heard Miss Os
good's story.
"Saunders was my fnflier's ennflden
tial man," she salil, "and a secret suit
or for my hand. I disliked and dis
trusted him. The day of the robbery
he seized me on a bystreet, put me in
a carriage and kept me somewhere,
right in the city, for several days. I
overheard him when he thought I slept
telling that he had written father that
I had eloped with a man I had long be
fore dismissed. Finally we left Cincin
nati, and he lias passed me off as his
crazy daughter and declared that when
safe from pursuit he would force me to
marry him to prevent father from
prosecuting him."
"Tell no more if it pains you!" I
urged as her lips quivered and her eyes
filled with tears.
"It relieves me," she replied. "You
were the first friend I found, and by
that time I was nearly in despair. Itut
from the moment I looked into your
face I felt that I could trust you. I
had studied telegraphy as a pastime, so
of course I recognized your tappings
Immediately. How I thanked heaven
for that knowledge!"
"And 1 thank lieaveu that I took tip !
the study when a lad, Intending at
that time to tit myself for an expert
telegrapher," I nuswered fervently.
"When 1 am thinking deeply 1 fall in
stinctively into the habit of keeping
tally, as it were, with my lingers. Hut
why did you not try to open communi
cation with me in the same way?"
"I was afraid to risk it for fear
Saunders would notice mo and sus
pect what I was doing."
"What would he have done in that
case?" I asked.
"Nothing that any one would be like
ly to notice. lie would simply have
pressed a tiny needle point into my
arm, and I should have fallen back
dead, while, as he took care to warn
me beforehand, the only verdict would
be heart disease. Hut when 1 caught
sight of that boy with his wares I be
lieved I could tind the way, while in
ducing Saunders to believe that I was
temporarily demented?as he evidently
did?to catch and fix your attention un
til you discovered what I was really
aixmt."
"Vou certainly kept me guessing a
good while," I said, smiling.
"But it took you so long to guess
righti" she rejoined, with a sigh. "But,
really, the greatest risk was when you
began to reply," said Miss Osgood aft
er a pause. "I feared that one of us
might make some unlucky slip or ges
ture that would betray us and ruin
all."
I stayed with Miss Osgood as late as
her hostess would permit ere 1 bade
her good night. When the various In
terested parties arrived the following
day I was iauded to the skies. Mr.
Osgood declared 1 had made him my
debtor for life. Morning brought the
news that the prisoners had made a
simultaneous and almost successful at
tempt at suicide, but they were dis
covered in time and subsequently tried,
convicted and sent to long terms of
Imprisonment.
When I bade Miss Osgood farewell
two days later as she left Rochester
with her father her sweet eyes con
firmed his cordial invitation that I
should l>e his guest at the first oppor
tunity, and my chief very kindly made
that opportunity an early one.
"What would her folks do if she
went on tlie stage?
"Probably stay away from the 1
show."?Cleveland Plain Dealer.
I
II Fun For
I the 1
I Staff. ?
By WILL 5. G1DLEY,
[Copyright, 1307, by Will S. Gtdley.]
ON that ila.v the Argus staff had
had au unusually tryiug time
of It. To begin with, the press
dispatches had consisted chief
ly of Kussian war news, which had
been pouring iu steadily all day, filled
with an unusual ami most discourag
ing quantity of unpronounceable and
uuspelluble names?that is, to any one
except an expert in Russian and Asiat
ic nomenclature. To an ordinary ed
itor, proofreader or typesetter they
were simply so many jugged mountain
chains of consonants, with an occa
sional vowel throw if In for good meas
ure. To cap the climax one of the
hand set columns got knocked into pi
just as the paper was about ready for
the press, which made a great improve
ment iu the spelling of some of the
names, but ruined tlio article In other
respects, so that k was necessary to
reset It, which was done, putting all
hands on the work and rushing It
through at race horse speed iu order
not to delay the edition more than
could be helped.
iiiu iwun ? us?wen, Ilit; Aigus gui
out about on time, but as managing
editor of the paper Barney Blake had
no reason to feel proud of that par
ticular column of war news as It ap
peared In print. Some of It was still
pi, but it came out all right la the
second edition, also In the third and
fourth. Blake saw to that personally, 1
as he expected Colonel Starbuck, the
proprietor of the Daily Argus, In some
time during the afternoon, and, know
ing him to be of an excitable tempera
ment?the colonel often swore the Ar
gus with its blunders would lie the
death of him?he did not care partic
ularly to have him see that dispatch ns
originally printed.
The colonel failed to show up at the
usual hour, however, and Barney was \
ratlier glad than otherwise that he ]
didn't.
What he needed in fact, what the ,
entire Argus staff needed just then? '
was a little wholesome recreation In- j
stead of an Interview with or a lecture
from Colonel Starbuck?something to ,
take off the tension instead of screw- j
ing it up tighter.
It is no wonder, then, that when an (
unexpected opportunity for innocent
fun presented Itself Barney joyfully (
and eagerly seized upon it and made
the most of It.
The opportunity In question came in ,
the shape of a caller?one of the oddest |
looking fish that had drifted into the (
Argus office In many moons.
One quick glance at the linen duster j
which hung loosely about his robust j (
form and the last year's straw hat
perched ou the back of his head, and j ]
Barney had sized him up for a horny |
handed agriculturist?probably one of [
the country subscribers coming in, as (
they frequently did, to look over thfe |
Argus establishment and see the mo- j f
dus operandi of getting out a daily ;
newspaper.
"Ilello, Uncle Horace! Looking for
any one In particular?" saluted Blake j
as the man with airy toga and out of
date headgenr paused Inside the door
way and glanced Inquiringly around
the room.
"How did you happen to light on to
my cog-no-men liefore 1 even opened j
my trapdoor?" queried the caller whim- j
slcally. "I nlwaj-s heard the Argus had
a mighty smart staff, and now I know
it. Beckon you must l>e the?er?sas
slety editor, eh?"
"No; I'm only the managing editor,"
explained Barney. "The society editor
is the chap lu the corner with the
chrysanthemum hair and a rose In his j
huttonhole. You will also recognize liim
by the diamond ring that flashes on his
'write' hand as he dashes off his elo
quent and Sparkling society bontuots
and his fascinating descriptions of Mrs.
Brown's coloninl ball, Mrs. O'liRCfer
ty's French fete, Mrs. Bobinson's Ital
ian inusicale or Mrs. John Q. Smith's
Japanese lawn party. Oh, he's a gen
ius?our society editor."
"You don't say!"
"Y'es. The paper simply couldn't ex
ist without him."
"That so? Queer Colonel Starbuck
never told me anything about him,"
mused the caller.
"Oh, you know the colonel, do you?"
asked Blake. I
"Y'es, we're what I might call slight
ly acquainted. 1 had a little business
transaction with him the other day." j
cjuiu you n goiu t?n? u, 1 suppose," I
nnd Barney winked humorously at the
rest of the staff.
"Don't know yet whether It will turn
out to lie a i;oltl brick or uot. Reckon
1 shan't worry any If It does. I've In
vested In gold bricks before, and the
way 1 figure It It's nobody's business
but my own If I do It again."
"Oh. I see," said ltarney smoothly.
"A trltle touchy on the gold brick ques
tion, eh, Mr.?or? Ila.vseed, Is It?"
"Not quite. Ilayden happens to be
my name. Didn't make quite as slick
a guess as you did on the Hornce. But
go ahead and cull me Hayseed If you
like. You can remember that name
better than Ilayden probably, nnd I
guess It fits me about as well as the
other, anyhow. Don't It strike you
that way?"
"Oh, no, you're no hayseed! You're
right from t'hieugo or New York city
?anybody could tell that front the cut
of your Jib!" And Barney again pass
ed the wink to the others, who all felt
In duty Itound to roar at the managing
editor's wit.
"Nice, genial staff you've got. Chuck
full of fun, ain't they? I hope they're
not laughing at me. Hain't got a
Tlease Kick Me' sign pinned to my
back, have I?"
"That's all right. Uncle Horace,"
purred Barney. "Don't go to getting
excited. The lioys nre just spoiling
for a little fun?been working under
steam pressure today?but none of
them would ever be guilty of?er?by
George, they have, just the same! Rut
it doesn't read 'Please Kick Me;' It
says 'We're Prom the Farm.' And If
I only knew the deep dyed villain who
pinned It on you I'd discharge him
this Instant?yes, sir, this very in
stant?and I'd tell hint not to come
around again until tomorrow inorn
ing," lie added In n stage whisper as
he stepped around behind 'the rural
looking visitor and removed tho of
fending sign, deftly replacing it by an
other handed him by one of the crowd,
reading, "Turnips For Sale!"
"There; that looks lietter," observed
Barney, at which everybody roared
promptly once more.
"Not quite so much levity, boys,"
said Barney reprovingly. "I am going
to show our friend here through the
Argus establishment, nnd I want to
see how well you can behave while"?
Biff!
A big wad of paper came sailing
across the office and caromed on tho
far of the caller.
"That was our baseball editor who
:'.id that," explained Iinrney coolly.
"Force of habit, I suppose. Ho prob
ably imagined he was throwing a ball
it first base. Don't let that happen
again, lliggins."
"All right, sir," glibly responded the
roung man who had thrown tho pa
per. "Mistake, anyhow. I was aim
tig nt the wastebasket."
"Well, seeing you've apologized, it Is
til right," said Barney, with mock
solemnity.
"Now, Mr. Hayseed?I should say
[fayden?you have nlrendy been intro
luced to our baseball and society edi
ors, and if you will east your optics
aver the rest of the collection of gen
iuses before you I will enlighten you
is to their duties, so that when you go
tack to the f irm you will understand
:he secret of the Argus' success in
gathering and disseminating the daily
lews of the entire world, including the
?ity and county of Boomopolis.
"The exceedingly tall, thin young
nan with the short hair and promi
nent ears is Mr. Perkins, our secret
service reporter and war correspond
ent. His build, as you will notice, fits
lim admirably for the position. He is
so thin he can crawl over a transom
ivlthout the slightest difficulty."
"V/111 onvt"
"Fact, I assure you. And that Is
ivhy n thin man has a marked advan
age over a 200 pounder. It requires
ess gas to carry him, and If he falls
'rom a balloon It doesn't muss him up
>o much as It would a fat man, there
by effecting a big saving In doctors'
Mils for repairing broken ribs, etc."
"I see. Quite an Idea, that."
"Yes, and, besides, a thin man oc
cupies less space and leaves more room
n the basket of the balloon for the
ivlreless message apparatus. You see,
is fast as the war correspondent in a
)alloon gets a message ready to send
n to the paper he gr'nds It out on a
ivlreless sending machine, something
ike a phonograph, and It goes flying
iff into space until It strikes the Aerial
iVlreless Telegraph line, over which it
ivhlszos through the air with almost
Ightnlng speed until It reaches the
Vrgus office. It would do you good to
iec our office boy catching the mes
lages In a wire basket as they come
lying in at tiie window."
"Well, well:"
"Oh, I tell you there Is n pile to
earn about the newspn]>er business
vhcn a fellow once sets aboutlt. Now,
rather lmn tine you've* learned a few
hings in thai line today, Mr. Hayseed
-I mean '.layden?that yon never
mew liefore '
"I reckon I have picked up Just a
ew stray hi its about the newspaper
aislness," driwled the man In the bu
rn duster, and then he suddenly
if,."' im. Q1113 ,tho ouliU/uls?
countryman of a moment tie fore wan
transformed Into something quite dif
ferent us he went on In erlsp, business
like tones: "Exceedingly valuable ones,
too, most of them. Now, seeing I havs
been running a newspaper myself for
the past fifteen years, I had a glimmer
ing sort of an Idea when I drifted In
here today tIAt possibly I knew some
thing about the laislness, but I And I
was mistaken. I'm only a jibbering
Idiot in the newspaper business, front
the Argus standpoint, and, having
bought the paper, I've got to start In
nt the Isittom and learn the trade all
over again from Its highly accomplish
ed and courteous staff. Hood Joke on
Uie, Mr. Blake, Isn't It?"
Barney?not to mention the rest of
the Argus staff?looked as If It would
lie n great relief to him at that mo
ment If the earth were to open and
twallow up the entire establishment.
"W-why?er?who?who are you?" he
stammered uneasily.
"I? Oh, I'hi nobody much. I'm only
Uncle Horace, the old hayseed that
dropped in on you a few minutes ago
to take lessons in journalism and the
art of entertaining callers. But here
comes Colonel Starbuck. l'erhaps I can
get him to Introduce me. How are you,
colonel? A trifle late In keeping your
appointment, aren't you?"
"Why, how d'ye do, major?" exclaim
ed Colonel Starbuck cordially. "I am
sorry I've kept you waiting, but It has
given you u chance to learn something
about the Argus establishment and the
staff."
"Yes, It has," Interposed the caller
dryly.
??rretty bright looking crowd, major,
aren't they? Boys, this Is Major Ilay
deu, the former owner and editor of
the Centerville Courier. lie has bought
out my interests in the Argus, taking
possession at once, and I trust the new
relationship between you as employer
and?
"Hello! What has licen going on
here? What is that sign you are carry
ing around on your back, major? Ilere,
let me remove it. 'Turnips For Sale,'
eh? I surely hope that miserable at
tempt at wit was not placed on your
back by any one connected with this
establishment."
"I am afraid it was, colonel," was
the calm reply. "You see, the boys mis
took me for one of your rural subscrib
ers, and they have been having some
amusement at my expense. But I see
they are pretty well worked up over it,
so perhaps we had better finish our In
terview in your private oflice and give
our humorous friends a chance to think
the matter over quietly by themselves."
Half an hogr later when the new
proprietor of the Argus emerged from
the inner sanctum lie found a rather
solemn looking crowd awaiting ills ap
pearance, and Barney Blake's erst
while smiling countenance was the
most sepuh hrally solemn of them all
as lie stopi>ed forward and gravely
handed him a folded document.
Opening it, Mr. Ilayden read as fol
lows:
Major Hay den:
Dear Sir?We have had oar Innings, and
It Is now your turn. As the future pro
prietor of the Dally Argus you doubtless
will not care to retain In your employ the
staff of long eared, unmitigated donkeys
now connected with the paper, and we
herewith hand you our resignations, to
take effect Immediately, together with our
apologies for the unpardonable treatment
received by you at our hands this after
noon.
This note was signed by Managing
Editor Blake and the other members
of tlie Argus staff, and below the sig
natures was the following postscript:
P. S?The boys were bound to share the
blame equally with myself and hand in
their resignations with mine, but as I am
the head of the office and the others took
their cue from me I feel that X alone
should shoulder the responsibility for
what occurred, and as an act of justice
to my fellow employees I ask that my
resignation alone be accepted and that no
one else shall be made to suffer for my
fault. The rest of the boys are a pretty
good lot. They will serve you faithfully
and redeem themselves In your eyes. I
am sure. If you will give them a chtnce.
Yours respectfully,
BARNEY BLAKE.
"Resignations declined with thanks!
You ure all goiug to stick right to your
Jobs until 1 tell you different," an
nounced Major Hayden bluntly as he
finished reading the nbove communica
tion and, tearing it into strips, dropped
it into the wastebasket. "You've had
your lesson, boys, and I guess there
isn't much danger of auy more such
exhibitions as we have had here this
afternoon. I'm willing to try you any
how.
"But I'm glad you added that post
script, Mr. Blake." he concluded, reach
ing over and giving Barney's hand a
hearty shake. "It has a manly ring to
It, and I reckon we'll get along to
gether nil right."
Won a Ride.
Francois was going to market in his
cart.
"III!" called a neighbor. "Are you
going into the town?"
"Yes."
"Could you take a blouse for me?"
"Certainly, if you will let me know
where to leave it."
"Oh, that's all right!" said his
friend, jumping into the cart. "I'm
Inside It now."?Nos Lolslrs