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Pleasant Advocate\n$i per year, Six Months 50c, Three Months 35c, Single Copy 5c.\nDevoted to the Interests of Mt. Pleasant, Central Park, South Vancouver.\nOO TO LEONARD'S\nCOFFEE PALACES\nThe Arcade or Granville\nFor Light Lunch\nFresh Oysters, just in. Baked Apples-rite honw\u2014\nwith Pure Cream. Genuine Boston Baked BeeM\nOpen from 7:80 a. m., to 12 p. m.\nSunday from ia.ni. to 12 p. m.\n_.\u2022*\nEstablished April 8,1899; Whole Number _6\u00bb.\nMOUNT PLEASANT, VANCOUVER, B. C, SATURDAY June 4. 1004.\nSixth Year, Vol. 6, No. *.\nI Local Items.\nPersons having friends or knowing of I\nStrangers visiting on Mt. Pleasant I\nwill confer a great favor bv informing I\nThe Advocate.\nThe McOuaig Auction and Oommis-\n' aion Co., Ltd., next to Oarueige Library,\nHastings street, buy Furniture for Cash,\nConduct Auction Sales and handle\nBankrupt Stocks of every description\n\u25a0Satisfaction guaranteed. Phone 1070.\nAlderman Robert Grant is acting\nMayor during His Worship Mayor\nMoGnigan's absence.\n*Iu response to a largely signed petition, Acting Mayor Grant has colled a\ntrtMiio meeting, to be held in the Oity\nBall on June 7th, to take steps for the\nestebration of Dominion Day.\nMr. Fred Bryaone-Jack, eldest son of\nDr. and Mrs. Brydone-Jaok, returned\nThnrsday from McGill University,\nwhere he has completed his first year's\ncoarse in medioiue, with honors.\nRing up 1726 for all kinds of Mill\nWood, [14 inches long], the Urquhart\nLumber Oo.'s Wood Yard, Gamble\nStreet Bridge. Gray & Higginson.\n:e>; \u2014\nMiss Ethel Sim, daughter of Mrs.\nDrost; Columbia street, underwent a\nthroat operation at the Burrard Sanitarium on Monday, from which she is\nrapidly recovering. Miss Sim will leave\nwithin a few days for a month's visit in\nPortland, Ore.\nBead W. J. Annand's advertisement\nin this paper; he has the very wheel\nyon need at his East End Cyolery, 148\nHastings street, east.\nTwo Missionaries at the Baptist\nChurch.\u2014Two Interesting Missionary\nMeetings will he held, in the Mt.\nPleasaut Baptist Church on Sunday\nmorning aad evening. In the morning\nBev. A. A. McLeod who has had remarkable success in India, will tell\nabout hisvwprk. At the evening service\nthe Ohoir and Male Quartet will render\nspecial mUBio.\nNoting better than a neat appearing,\nAl wearing quality, hand-sewn, -welt\nshoe. We have a splendid shoe whioh\nwe can highly recommend, either iu\nkid or volour, at the low price of $8.50.\nB. Mills, IS Cordova street and 640\nGranville atreet.\nThe Board of Works at its regnlar\nweekly meeting on Thursday afternoon,\nordered the following work to be done\non Mt. Pleasant. .\nSidewalk on southside of Ninth aveuue from Carolina one block east.\nSixth aveuue between Manitoba aud\nColumbia streets, and Fifth avenue\nbetween the same streets, will be dear\ned of stumps on the boulevard.\nMrs. W. W. Merkley has received her\nfull stock of Spring Dress Goods.\nBlouses, Hosiery, Ribbons, Veiling and Fancy Neckwear Ladies'\nand Children's Hats, very stylish. At\nliving prioes. Remember the pine\nMcr-Oey's, Burritt Block, Westminster\navenne.\nMiss Fraser arrived from the East this\nweek and is the guest of Dr. and Mrs.\nBrydono-Jock; Miss Fraser is a niece\nof the Doctor's.\n :o:\u2014\u2014\u2014\nSpecial Sunday School Servici.\nSpecial service for Sunday Scholars\nInMt. Pleasant Methodist Chnroh on\nSuuday morning, subject: \"A Small\nbnt Wise Teacher.\" In the evening\nBev. Mr. Sutherland's subject will he\n\"The Essentials of Religion.\"\n\u25a0 ioi \u25a0 .\nFor local news subscribe for THE\nADVOCATE, only f 1 for 18 months.\nL. O. T. M\u2014To-morrow, Sunday\n6th, will be Memorial Sunday with the\nLadies'of tho Maccabees; all over the\nworld the day will be observed by tho\nOrder. The Vancouver Hives will meet\nat St. Andrew's Church and attend\ndivine service at 11a.m. The seats\nin the centre of the ohnroh will be\nreserved for tbe Ladles. A fall attendance 0' all members is hoped for.\nW. J. Taggart has opened his SODA\nFOUNT and ICE CREAM PARLOR,\nwhere yon can get., the choicest Fruits,\nCaudles, Tobacco and Cigars. Cool\nDrinks. loo Cream by the dish or in\nbulk. At the Waiting Room, corner of\nNinth and Westminster aveuues.\nNEW YORK\nDENTISTS\nCrown Bridge\nWork.\ni*JHS?\nHave a reputation\nfor Painless Dentistry and good work.\nSpecialists in Crown, Bridge and Plate work.\nVancouver,\nB. C.\nOpposite the Carnegie Library. ' Telephone 1666.\nOffice Hours: 8 a. tn., to 9 p. m.; Sundays 8 a.m., to 2 p.m.\n147 Hastings St., E.'\nFOUR\nthings must be watched\nby the Successful Housekeepers\nin buying\n1st QUALITY, 2d QUANTITY,\n3d PRICE,\n_f f-lj The proper place to buy ,\nTH' to secure the first three.\ngsf Von can moke no mistake in buyiug from us, for we combine all three\nwith up-to-date store methods. Orders called for. Prompt ond careful delivery.\nJ. P. Nightingale & CO.\nWestminster & Seventh Aves. Mt. Pleasant. Tel. 1360\nHOW About Your\nSpring Hardware?\nLawn Mowers, any make, size or price. Garden Tools. Shovels,\nRubber Hose, Lawn Sprinklers and Sprays, Wheelbarrows,\nSpades, Poultry Netting, from #__. to2-ln. meshes, all widths.\n0T Always a fall Hue of Paints and Varnishes.\nJ. A. FLETT,\nMt. PLEASAN1 HARDWARE STORE. TeL 447\nW.R.OWENS, Manager.\nGOOD CREAMERY\nBUTTER. Ulbm, Prints 25c\nFresh Vegetables\nLettuce, Radishes,\nOnions, eto.\nRhubarb 8-Mts., 28o.\nGenuine Ashcroft Potatoes\nSwift's Premium Hams and Bacon.\nQgj^Picnie Hams 13c per pound.\nH.O.Lee,\n\u00bb485 Westminster Ave.\n'Phone 333\nSpecial for Saturday\nWHITEWEAR.\u2014Ladies'Skirts, Chemises, Corset Covers, Drawers,\nand Gowns; worth np to $1.60; yonr ohoice for, each 76c.\nLadies' White Cambrio Underskirts; four rows of tucking around\nbottom; sale price, each 86c.\nHOSE.\u2014Ladies'and Children's Ribbed Cashmere Hose In allslaes;\nyonr choice, per pair 26c.\nCOLLARS.\u2014Ladies' Fancy Stock Collars, made in a large variety of\nstyles and colors; your choice, for each \u00bb5o.\nCloth Eton Coats in brown, fawn, royal blue, navy and black, made\nand trimmed in variety ef styles: worth np to $12; yonr choice for |6.\na A. ROSS & CO., 28 Cordova St. J\nSSSSLn Central fleat flarket\nCor. Ninth Ave., & Westminster Rd. Telephone 954.\nWholesale and Retail\nDealers in all kinds of Fresh and Salt Meats. Fresh Vegetables always\non hand. Orders solicited from all parts of Mount Pleasant and Fairview.\nPrompt Delivery.\nWoodrow & Williams. \u25a0\"IfiES?*\nThe Misses Burritt entertained a number of friends at a most delightful\n. $ o'clock tea Saturday last, at the home\nof their parents, Mr. and Mrs. O. Burritt, Twelfth avenne. Those present:\nMisses Oopeland, Misses Glover, Misses\nVerge, Misses Harford, Miss Iva Reekie,\nMiss Olive Morrison, Miss Mabel Mason,\nMiss Collins, Miss Ohamberlond and\nlittle Miss Constance Chamberlain of\nNew Westminster, Misses Burritt, Mrs.\nO H. M. Sutherland, Mrs. W. H B.\nAnderson, Mrs- O. Burritt.\nLadies' and Children's\nCOST at Mrs. Merkley's.\nHats AT\nThe Maple Leaf Intermediate Lacrosse\nteam defeated the Terminals on Thursday evening by a score of 11 to 0. On\ntheir return from town the local boys\nwere treated to Ice cream atMoKiunon's\nby Mr. W. R. Owens.\nThursday evening next the local team\nwill meet the West End team and it is\nto be hoped they will do as well as on\nThursday evening-of this week, It will\nundoubtedly be a great game as the\nteams are the best two in the Intermediate League.'\nThe Oity Grooeiry delivers groceries\nevery day on Mt.Pleasant; 'phone 286\nThe Woman's Auxiliary of St.\nMichael's Chnroh are making preparations for a Garden Party to be given at\nDr. Robert Lawrence'B residence 2338\nWestminster avenne on June 16th,\nafternoon and evening. There will be\na table with many dainty and useful\nblouses for ladies and children, pretty\nMilan, and other needful. articles.\nBtrawberries and Ice Oream will be\nfurnished and an Orchestra in attend.\njtncu This affair promises to be\nspecially interesting and pleasuroable.\nDo not forget the date June 16th, on\ntba lawn of Dr. Lawrence, Westminster\navenue. Admission 10c.\nBefore starring on a shopping tour,\nlook over the advertisements \u00bb tbe\nADVOCATE.\nGet Your\nTOILET SETS\nat POWELL'S\n10 Piece Sets\nGood Printed Ware. From\n$3.00\nBest Teas and\nCoffees\nat Lowest Prices\nPOWELL'S\nComer of Sixth and Westminster\navenues, Mt. Pleasant.\nMr. A. Pengelly is having a iwoastorey\nhouse built on Eleventh avenne, adjoin'\niug his residence.\nMr- and Mrs. W. H. Wood, Sr\u201e went\nup to Harrison Hot Springs on Tuesday,\nwhere they will spend about ten days.\nAt every meeting of the O. 0.0. F.,\nthey are initiating new members Van\noouver Council 211a will meet Thursday\nevening next in Oddfellows'Hall, corner\nSeventh and Westminster avenues.\nThe Mt. Pleasant \"Advocate\" on sale\nat all the Newsdealers in the city.\n to;\nMr. Jas. Flewelling has sold his\nresidence on Thirteenth avenue.\nGo to MoKinnon's, Burritt Block, for\nIce Cream and pure home-made Candy.\nMrs. Frank Trimble and children are\nvisiting Mrs. Trimble's parents at\nOhilliwhaok.\n\u2022;o:\u2014-\nBIRTHS.\nLudlowe.\u2014Boru to Mr. and Mrs.\nGeorge Lndlowe, May 39th, a daughter.\nBlr. T. F. Jnll is building a two-story\ndwelling on Ninth avenue, east, a block\npast the School House.\nChanges for advertisements should be\nin beforo Thnrsday noon to insure their\npublication.\nThe Maple Leaf Intermediate Lacrosse\nClub have made arrangements to be\ndriven to the Gamble Street\nGrounds, and back, in the big\nTally-ho Coach every time they play a\nmatch.\nThe Dr. A. Reed Cushion Sole Shoes.\nEasiest shoo ever produoed. The best\nshoe ever made for hot, cold, damp or\naching feet. A great help to one's\nnerves. Call and humect tbem.\nR. MILLS, 18 Cordova street and\nMO Granville street.\nFor Local News Read Th* Advocate\nMr. and Mrs. A. Schwan have moved\nfrom Eighth avenue, east, to their\nresidence on Homer street.\n~:\nMr. Gerrard of Ninth avenne, who\nwas so seriously injured two weeks ago\nin a lumber mill, i\u00bb slowly recovering,\nMr. Homer Morrison will leave next\nweek for Calgary, via Seattle, where\nhe will remain during the summer, and\nprobably settle there.\n:oi\nThe Woman's Auxiliary, of St.\nMichael's Ohnroh will give \u00bb Cordon\nParty, June 16th, at Dr. __awrei{j_l'\u00bb,\nWestminster avenne.\n\u2014\u2014,\u2014;o:\u2014\t\nBICYCLES\nMASSEY-HARRIS\nThe improved Hygienic Cushion Frame Mossey-Harris Bicycle represents\nonr largest and latest effort to make what is considered a perfect bicycle.\nIts parts are manufactured from tested material and handled and finished\nby automatic machinery which does its work in far greater minuteness\nthan would be poisible by human, hands. The frame designs embraces\nthe latest feature in modern bicyclo building\u2014the Hygienic Cushion\nFrame. \u25a0 \u25a0\nIMPERIAL\nThis model is brought ont to meet a popular demand (or a moderate '\npriced machine. It ls made throughout of tha best materials, thoroughly\ntested; equipped with Dnnlop tires. It sells at as low a price as an honest\nbioyole can be made for.\nBRANTF0RD WHEELS KEPT IN STOCK.\nW. J. Annand, Agent.\n146 Hastings Street, East. Tel. 1285.\nBicycles sold on the easy payment plan.\nRepair fag of every description promptly done.\nWe know the\nClothing\nBusiness\nProm A to Z we know the Clothing Bourne**\nand like the man who picks ont the banjo strings,\nwe have it at our finger ends.\nWe have an Idea\nthat we can serve you better than any other\nhouse for your Clothing needs.\n\"Fit-Reform\" is for the men who have been\npaying big prices, and getting no better for $30.00\nthan we can sell for $15.00 or $18.00.\nYou'll find lots of snaps in our Flannel Suits for\nmen at $10.00 to $15.00\nFIT-REFORM.\nTHOS.\n333 Hastings St.\nFOSTER.\nVancouver, B. C.\nMail Orders promptly attended to.\nSamples sent on application.\nSelf-measurement Blanks aad\nOur Eggs Need\nNo Testing\nThey are Fresh\nevery day and our large sale of them\npro.-es that they have been fully tried and\ntested; hence, no taking chances when\nvou bny them.\nEggs are delightful and appetizing. They\nmake good cooking possible, the egg entering into many a dish that tickles tho\npalate of all. Therefore, they make a\nhealthful meal.\nGood Food is necessary\nto health. Yon cau not possibly thrive on\npoor food and be healthy. We carry a full\nline of Groceries, and our prices are as low _\nas any other store In town. Let's have your oustom.\nTHE CITY GROCERY Co.,\nTel. 288. Westminster Ave. A Prlnoess Strom*.\nm^mmmmmmmmmmmmm^imm\nm\nm\nm\nmm\nTHE\nBEER\nWith\nOut\na\nrv~-_\u2014\nr*ccr\u00bb\nCascade\nm\nBrewed right here in Vancouver by men \u2122\nof years and years and years experience, __\u00a7\nand a brewery whose plant is the moat -j\nperfect known to the Art of Brewing. Is *\nit any wonder that it has taken a place \u00a3$\nin the hearts of the people which no other beer\n\u00a3 can supplant ? Doz., quarts $2. Doz., pints $ I. *m\n* Vancouver Breweries, Ltd <\n\u00a3 Vancouver, B. C. Tel. 4a9 *%\nfc For Sale at all first-class Saloons, Liquor Stores and Hotel* -m\\\n\u2022^ or delivered to your house. '\u25a0 **\u2022\n^JUJUU,JU4U.U.U.UJU.UiUitt4ttlUJUJt4\u00a3\nTHE ALEXANDRA , ;..\nHairdressiug Parlor Is the place to go\nwhen the Spring Cleaning is over as\nthe cuticle of the hands, face and scalp\ngets fnll of dost and dirt, which no\nordinary wash will remove. .\nHairdressiug, Shampooing, Manicuring, Facial Massage . aud Electrical\nScalp Treetment for the hair.\nWarts, Moles aud Superfluous Hair\nremoved by electricity. Try Orange\nFlower Cream to prevent Sun-burn, Tan\nand Freckles.\nMadame Hu-tr-rrBKYA; 686 Granville\nstreet. \"... .'\nFLOUR bOWN.\nQranul. ted Sugar, IKi-lb,, \u25a0aclt\niery Butter '.6c j.\nPicnic Rami 121-2 eta, per.MUM\nChoices Creamery Butter\n-U-1U., n\u2014,:., al.llu\n-te fitrpound.\n l.oun^\nlit clam I'otatocn 11.(10 will IUQ\nR. H. WALLACE, 'Phone 9*8.\nMt. Pleasant. Free delivery\nLawn Grass Seeds\nOlovor and Timothy Seeds,\nPratt's Poultry and Animal Foods,\nPratt's Lice Killer.\nHolly Chick Food, Beefsoraps, Eto.\nFLOUR and FEED.\nSltTVUTH Corner NINTH avMM 4\na IVCI I ll WESTMINSTER ROAD.\nTelephone 168 7. \u2022\u25a0\t\nMcToggort & Jioscrop\nDialers in\nHARDWARE\nRANGES,\nSTOVES ond\nGRANITEWARE.\nPAINTS, OILS, GLASS,\n344 Carrall St., Vancouver, B.C.\nTempleton Block.\nFREE\n*m\nRoyal Crown Soap Wrappers\nReturn 12 Royal Crown Soap Wrapp.ni\nand we will send free your ohoice of 80\npiotures. Or for 26 wrappers ohoice of\n160 books. Books and ploture lists on\napplication,\nThe Royal Soap\nCo., Limited,\nVXNCOUVtB. B.C.\nIf yon know any .tents of Mt.Pleasant\nnews\u2014Social, Personal or any other\nnewB items\u2014send them In to \"The\nAdvocate,\" or by telephone\u2014B1406.\nLydia Oopoland bas been\nappointed teacher in plaoe of Miss\nFlorence Morrison who has recently\nresigned teaohing owing to ill health.\nMr. Wilfred AsteU will leave in the\nfirst&art af July to visit the Louisiana\nPurchase Exposition at St. Louts. He\nwill also visit Montreal, Toronto and\nChicago.\n$WO Buggy\nWe havo about twenty buggies still\nin stock to be disposed of at actual oost,\nIf yoa bare any intentions of porahas-\niag we would be pUased to show yon\nour stock, and on every fiOo cash purchase yen gtrt a nhsocs on the 9100\nbuggy- to be given away July 15. If\nyon require harness, saddlery, trunks,\nor valisea, eto. Now is yonr ohaaoe on\nthe boggy.\nStorev & Campbell\n1*4 Hastings street, west^\nWallpat\nPaperhanglng,\nAt LESS Than Down-town Moss.\nW. DAVIS\nNinth * Westminster aves. Tel. B187S\nPall Line of Fancy aad Staple\nGROCERIES\nPrioee to compare with any.\nJ. P. HALDON\nCor. Westminster ave., a Dafferin \u00bbt.J\nSubscribers who fail to\nget \"Tb\u00ab Advocate\" on Saturday morning please notify\nthis office, Telephone Bidoj\nBARGAINS\nfor\nJUNE\nSoiling\nCorsets.\u2014French Corsets, P.\nD , in all sizes, black, white and\ngrey; good styles; to bo sold at\nexactly hai.f-piuce.\nSpeoial In piouses.-vtve\ndifferent styles, in White Shirtwaists, selling at $1.86 each.\nBlack Muslin Shirtwaists, new\nsleeve, new cuff, only $ 1.26.\nBest English Prhtfv.-Good\npattorns, \\fy\u00a3c. Fancy Ginghams,\nonly 16c yard. l\nHoslory, -Indies' Cotton Hose,\nfast hose, in. a pair.\nLisle Finish Black Cotton Hose,\nHermsdorf Dye, at 20c and 25u.\nLisle Finish Hose, full lace fronts,\nworth 60c for 26c.\nCream mnd White\nMohalrsr-Tbe correct material\nfor summer wear at 40c, 60c, 60c,\n76c, tl, and Silk Warp at $1.26 yd.\nG. W. KENNEDY\n303 Hastings street.\nSpeoial Notice.\nDAHLIAS- .\nall flrst-olass varieties, consisting of\u2014\nCactus, Deookativ*, Snow,\nFanct and Pompons.\nAll good strong bulbs.\nPer dozen 76o, $1.00 and $1.60.\nANNUAL PLANTS of choioe varieties,\nat !6o per dozen.\nNote\u2014Street Cars puss my place.\nChas. Keeler\nDAHLIA 8PE IALI8T.\n2784 Westminster Ave. Mt. Pleasant\nDiamonds\nWe are back to\ntalking about\"\nDiamonds again.\nAnd we can't\nhelp it somehow,'\nBecause we have the biggest\nstock wp ever had.\nAnd because some of them an\nthe best that were ever brought\nwest of the Bookies on tbe Canadian side.\nThey were all selected ta tba\ngreat Diamondouttiug Malta of.\nEurope.\nTruly thoy are a sight worth\ngoing a long wuy to see.\nTrorey\nTHE JEWELLER.\nCorner Hastings srnl Gfapvi.le 9J|. J\nl Imciiil Watch Inspector C. P. 9.\nKing's\nflarket\n3331\nWestminster Aro.\nIf you nam The APVOC'ATK you mini-\nthe local news,\nMt. Pleasant.\nR. H. Peace, Proprietor.\noo oo oo\nWholesale and Retail\nDealer in Meats of\nAU Kinds. Tel.Ai.zc*\nGive us trial.\nPrompt JJettvejy,\n1\n1\n1\n1 MOUNT PLEASANT ADVOCATtf.\nABNER\nDANIEL\nDy WILL N. HAR.BEN\nAulhor of \"W.at-rf-lt\"\nCwiTlcM. 1902.1) HAItPffl . BIOS.. Who PubHlli Bra\nWorl In-K* torn. All RWl RtKrve.\n>*QyfV0*ftrO>00:v\n\"i coum send a night messiige,' he\nsaid finally. \"I really don't want to\ngo. Miss Adele, I don't want to go nt\nnil.\" .-.\n\"\"I don't want you to either,\" sbe\nsaid softly. \"It seems utmost as If we\nnre qultfi \u00b0'd friends. Isn't tbnt\nstrange?\"\nHe restored bis wnteb to bis pocket\n\"I.\"shall stay,\" be siild, \"unil 1 sball\ncall tomorrow afternoon.\"\nSome one came for ber a few minutes later, and lie .went down to tbe\nullice nnd out Into the street. He\nwaited to walk, to feel bis boily In action, keeping pace wltb bis throbbing,\nbounding bruin. His whole being wns\nnllaine witb a lire which had never\nbiirncil In blm before.\n\"Alnn's little sister!\" be kopt repenting to himself. \"Little Adele\u2014she's\nwonderful, wonderful! Perhaps she\nmay be tbe woman, i.y George, she ls\n-she is! A creature like Hint, with\nthat soul full of appreciation for a\nman's best efforts, would lift a fellow\nto the highest rung on the ladder of\nhuman effort. Alan's little sister! And\nthe idiot never told nie, never Intimated thnt she was\u2014a goddess.\"\nIn bis room nt the hotel that night\nhe slept little, bis brain being so active\nwith bis new experience. He snw her\nthe next nftertioon alone over a dainty\ntea service of fragile china in a Turkish\ncorner in William Bishop's great, quiet\nhouse, and then proposed driving her\ntbe next dny to the Driving club. He\nremained a week, seeing ber under\nrouie pretext or other every day during\nthat tune. Sometimes It was, to call\nwith her on friends of hers. Once lt\nwus to attend . a bnrbecue given by\nCaptain Burton nt a clubhouse In the\ncountry, and once be gave her nnd hei\ncousin a luncheon nt the Capitol City\nclub, wltti a box at the mntlneo afterward. He told himself that he bnd\nnever lived before nud that somehow\nbe was just beginning.\nJ'No,\" ho mused as ho sat In his train\nhomeward bound, \"I cau't tell Alnn. I\nsimply couldn't do It after nil the rubbish I hnve crammed Into blm. Then.\nFhu'( bis sister. I couldn't tnlk to him\nnbo6t her\u2014not now, anyway.\"\nCHAPTER XVIII.\nWHEN Miller renebed his office\nabout 10 o'clock the next\nmorning nnd opened the door,\nbe uotlced thnt Craig's bnnk\noa tbe corner ncross the street wns\nstill closed. It was nn unusual occurrence at that hour, and It riveted\nMiller's attention. Few people were on\nllie street, nnd none of tbem seemed\nto hnve noticed lt. A bell wns rlnglug\nfor the prayer meeting whleb wns being conducted by u traveling evangelist\nIn the church In the next block, and\nMiller snw tbo merchnnts nnd lawyers\nhurrying by on their wny to worship.\nMiller stood In his front door and bowed to them ns they pnssed. Trubue\nbustled out of bis olllce, pulling the\ndoor to with n Jerk.\n\"Prayer meeting?\" he nsked, glancing nt Miller.\n\"Xo, not today,\" answered Miller;\n\"got some writing to do.\"\n\"Thnt preacher's n hummer,\" snld\nthe old lawyer. \"I've never seen his\nequal. He'd 'a' mnde n bang up crlm\n$&%&'\u2014s_V<^ggg\n\"1 see, you. unai. weifclifn' Craig's dour,\"\n; lie said.\nbal lawyer. Why, they say bid Joo\nfin-phy's converted\u2014got out ot his\n4)f'! nl midnight and went lo Tim SIo-\neuni's house to get 'im to pray Inr'iin\nHe's demieHi tbnr wns a (Joel nil his life\n'^till now. I s-iiy a preach.'i*'s worth\n. two hundred to a town il it cun do\n,that, sort of work.\"\n\"He's certainly wortti it to Slo-\ncuni,\" snid Miller with a smile. \"If\nI'd bee'n dmying there ivas a (tod as\nlong na be has, I'd pay moro thnn\nthat to get rid of tho habit. Blo-\ncum's ulilo, .and 1 think lie might to\nfootprint, preacher's bill.\"\n\"You're; a tough customer, Miller,\"\n.vjsaiil Trubue, wilh a knowing laugh.\n\"YouM better loe>k out\u2014he's got an\neyes e>p you. He'll cull out yum mime\n\"somo o' these \\luys nn' ask us In pray\n.fer you.\"\n\"I was just wondering if tin-re's\nnnythlng Wrong1 wilh Craig,\" said\n.Miller. \"I sec bis door's not open.\"\n\"oh,'I reckon not,\" s.iid the old\n(lawyer. \"He's bevn taking part in\nithe meeting. lie may have overslept.\"\nThero wus n grocery store near Milker's olllce, and the proprietor came out\non tho sidewalk and Joined the two\nmen. Ills nnine was Harnett. He wns\n\u2022n powerful man, who stood six feet\n\u25a0 live In hlu boots. lie wore no coat, nnd\nLis suspenders were soiled and knotted.\n\"I see you uns Is watchin' Craig's\nlloor,\" be snid. \"I've bnd my eye on it\ntier since breakfast. I hardly know\n(vhat to make of it. 1 went thar to\nbuy some New York exchange to pay\nfor a bill o' Hour, hut he wouldn't let\nmc In. I know he's thnr, for I seed\n'Im go In about nn hour ago. I mighty\nnigh shook the door oll'u the hinges.\nHis clerk, tbat western fellow, Wln-\nsblp, bas gone off to visit Iii:i folks, an'\nI reckon maybe Craig's got all tho\nbookkcepiu' to do.\"\n\"Well, be oughtn't to keep his doors\nclosed at this time of day,\" remarked\nMiller. \"A man who bas other people's\nmoney in his charge cun't be too careful.\"\n\"He's got some o' mine,\" said t-e\ngrocer, \"and Mary Ann Tarpley, my\nwife's sister, put ifilOO thar day before\nyesterday. Oh, I reckon nothlu's wrong,\nthough 1 do remember 1 heerd somebody say Craig bought cotton futures\nan' sometimes got skeord up a little\nabout meetin' his obligations.\"\n\"I bave never heard that,\" said Rayburn Miller, raising bis brows.\n'.'Well, I have, nn' I've heerd the\nsnme o' Wlnshlp,\" said the grocer, \"but\nI never let It go no furder. I nlu't no\nhand to circulate 111 reports agin n good\nmember of the church.\"\nMiller bit bis lip, nnd nn unpleasant\nthrill passed over him ns Trabue\nwalked ou. \"Twenty-live thousand,\"\nhe thought, Is no small amount. It\nwould tempt five men out of ten lf\nthey were Inclined to go wrong and\nwere In a tight.\"\nThe grocer was looking at blm steadily.\n\"You bank thar, don't you ?\" he nsked.\nMiller nodded. \"But I happen to\nhuve no money there rlgbt now. I\nmnde a deposit nt tbe other bank yesterday.\"\n\"Suspicious, heigh? Now, jest n little, wasn't you?\" The grocer now\nspoke with uudlsgulsed uneasiness.\n\"Not at all,\" replied the lawyer. \"1\nwas doing some business for the other\nbank and felt tbat I ought to favor\nthem by my cash deposits.\"\n\"You don't think thar's anything tho\nmatter, do you?\" asked the grocer, his\nface still burdening.\n\"I think Cruig Is acting queerly\u2014\nvery queerly for n banker,\" wns Miller's slow reply. \"He has always been\nmost particular to open up early and\"\u2014\n\"Hello!\" cried out a cheery voice,\ntbnt of the middle nged proprietor of\nthe Darley Flouring mills, emerging\nfrom Burnett's store. \"I Bee you fellows have your eye on Craig's front.\nIf be wns a drinking mnn, we might\nsuspicion he'd been on a tear last\nnlgbt, wouldn't we?\"\n\"It looks slinky to me,\" retorted the\ngrocer, growing more excited. \"I'm\ngoin'over there nn' try that doorngnln.\nA mnn 'at has my money can't attract\nthe attention Craig has an' me say\nnothln'.\"\nThe miller pulled his little turf of\ngray beard and winked nt Rayburn.\n\"You've been Bcarln' Harnett,\" he\nsnld, with n tentntlve Inflection. \"Ile'a\neasily rnttled. By the way, now Hint\n1 think of it, It does seem to me I heard '\nsome of the Methodists tnlkln' nbout\nreproving Craig an' Wlnshlp for spec-\nulntln' In grain nn' cotton. I know\nthey've been dabblin' in It, for Craig\nalways got my market reports, He's\nbeen dealln' with n bucket shop In Atlanta.\"\n\"I'm going over there,\" snld Miller\nabruptly, and ho hurried ncross In tbo\nwake of tbe big grocer. The miller followed blm. On the other side of tbe\nstreet several people were curiously\nwatching tbe bnnk door, nnel when\nBurnett went to It nnd grasped the\nhandle nnd began to shake it vigorously they crossed over to blm.\n\"Wbnt's wrong?\" said u denier In\nfruits, n short, thickset mnn with n\nflorid fnce, but Harnett's only reply\nwas another furious shaking of the\ndoor.\n\"Wby, man, what's got Into you?\"\nprotested the fruit dealer In a rising\ntone of astonishment. \"Do you intend\nto break thut door down?\"\n\"I will If tbnt skunk don't open it nu'\ngive me iny money,\" said Bnrnelt, who\nwas now red in the face nnd almost\nfoaming at the mouth. \"He's bnck In\nthar, an' he knows it's past openin'\ntime. By gum, I know rnore'n I'm\ngoin' to tell right now!\"\nThis was followed by nnother rattling of the door, aud tho grocer's enormous weight, like a battering ram, was\nthrown against the heavy wulnut shutter.\n\"Open up, I say-open up in tbnr!\"\nyelled the grocer In a voice bourse with\npassion nnd susppnse.\nA dozen men were now grouped\naround the doorway. Burnett released\ntbe handle nud stood fuciug them.\n\"Somethlu'g rotten in Denmark,\" bo\npanted. \"Believe nie or not, fellows, I\nknow a tbing or two. This bank's Iu a\nbad n...\"\nA thrill of horror shot through Miller.\nThe words hnd the ring of conviction.\nAinu Bishop's money wns iu bnd bands\nlf It was there nt all. Suddenly he snw\na white, trembling band fumbling witb\nthe lower part of the close drawn window shade ns If some one were nbout\nto raise lt, hut the shade remained\ndown, the Interior slill obscured. It\nstruck Miller as being a sudden Impulse, defeated by-tear of violence.\nThere was a pause. Tltem. tho storm\nbroko'agaln. About fifty rnoiybtwl assembled, all wilel lei knn \\V\".vha_\"wus\nwrong. Miller elbowed hit way to tho\ndoor nnd stood on tho step, slightly\nraised nbove tho others, Burnett by\nhis siil,'. \"Lot mo speak to bim.\" he\nsuit! pacifically. Harnett yloidml doggedly, nml Rayburn put his lips in tho\ncrack between ihc two folding (i \\s.\n\"Mr. Craig! he palled out. \"Sir.\nCraig\"\u2014\nThero wns nn reply, lm! Itayburn\nheard tho rustling of paper nn I he inside necir the crack against which his\near wns pressed, and then tlie edge nf\na sheet, of writing paper was slowly\nshoved through. Rayburn gruspeil it,\nlifling it above a dozen outstretched\nhands.\n\"Hold on ! \" he cried aiithnrita.-\nively. \"I'll rend it.\"\nThff.ftllunce of the grave fell fin the\ncrowd as the young mini began to\nread.\n\"I'VieiiiiN and citizens,\" Iho nolo\nrun. \"Winship lias nhsconelori with\nevery dollar in tho vaults except\nabout fcoo in iny small safe. He has\nn gtAieS two days, I thought, on a\nvisit to his kinl'nlks. I have .lust dls-\ncoveeed tho loss. I'm completely\nruined nnd am now trying to make'\nout a report of my condition. Have\nmercy ou an old man.\"\nRayburn's fnco was as white ns that\nof a corpse. Tho paper dropped from\nhis hand and he stepped down into the\nThere aro no sour saints.\nThey gained on tlie fleeing banker.\ncrowd. He wns himself no loser, but\nthe Bishops had lost their all. How\ncould he brent the news to them? Presently he began to hope fnintly that old\nBishop might within the last week have\ndrawn out nt least part of the money,\nbut that hope was soon discarded, for\nho remembered that the old man waa\nwaiting to invest tbe greater part of\nthe deposit in somo Shoal Creek cotton\nmill stock which had been promised\nhim in a few weeks. No; the hope was\ngroundless. Alan, his father, Mrs,\nBishop and\u2014Adele.\nMiller's heart sank down Into the\nvery ooze of despair. All thnt he Jpid\ndone for Adele's people and which bad\nroused her deepest, tenderest gratitude\nwas swept away. Whnt would she\nthink now?\nHis train of thought wns rudely broken by nn oath from Barnett who\nwith the rage of a madman suddenly\nthrew his shoulder against tbe door.\nThere was a crash, a groan of bursting\ntimber and breaking bolts, and the\ndoor flew open. For one instant Miller\nsaw the ghastly face and cowering\nform of the old banker behind the wire\ngrating, and then, with a scream of\nterror, Crnlg ran Into a room in tbe\nrear and thence made his escape at a\ndoor opening on the side street. The\nmob filled the bank and did not discover Craig's escape for a minute;\nthen, with a howl of rage, It surged\nback into the street. Craig was ahead\nof them, running toward the church,\nwhere prayer meeting was being held,\ntbe tails of his long frock coat flying\nbehind him, his worn silk hat lu his\nconvulsive grasp.\n\"Thar he goes!\" yelled Barnett. And\nlie led the mob after bim, nil running\nat the top of their speed without realizing wby they were doing so. Tbey\ngained on the lieclug banker, und Burnett could nlmost touch him when they\nreached the church. With a cry of\nfenr, like that of a wild animal brought\nto bay, Cruig sprung up tho steps and\nran into the church, crying and groaning for help.\nA dozen men aud women and children wero kneeling at tbo altar to get\nthe benefit of tho prayers of tho ministers nnd the congregntlon, but they\nstood up In alarm, some of them with\nwet faces.\nTbe mob checked Itself at tbe door,\nbut the greater part of it crowded Into\nthe two aisles, a motley human mass,\nmany of them without coats or bats.\nThe traveling evangelist seemed shocked out of expression, but the pastor,\nMr. Lapslcy, who was nn old Confederate soldier and used to scenes of violence, stood cnlmly facing them.\n\"What's nil this mean?\" he asked.\n\"I came here for protection,\" whined\nCraig, \"to my own church nnd people.\nThis mob wants to kill me\u2014tear me\nlimb from limb.\"\n\"But whut's wrong?\" asked the\npreacher.\n\"Winship,\" panted Crnlg, his white\nhead bunging down as he stood touching the altar railing\u2014\"Wlnshlp 's absconded with all the money in my\nvault These people wnnt me to give\nup what I hnvon't got. Ob, God knows\nI would refund every cent If I bnd It!\"\n\"You shall have our protection,\" snld\nthe minister cnlmly. \"Thoy won't violate the sn-redhosB of the house of God\nby raising a row. You are safe here,\nBrother Craig. I'm sure all reasonable\npeople will not blame ydo for the fault\nof another.\"\n\"I believe he's got my money,\" cried\nout Barnett In a coarse, sullen voice,\n\"nnd tho money of some o' my women\nfolks that's helpless, ond he's got to\nturn It over! Oh, he's got money hid\nsome'r's, I'll bet on tbat!\"\n\"The law Is your only recourse, Mr.\nBarnett,\" said the preacher calmly.\n\"Even now you are laying yourself liable to serious prosecution for threatening a man with bodily Injury when\nyou can't prove he's wilfully harmed\nyou,\"\nTho wordB told on tbo mob, many of\nthem being only small depositors, and\nBurnett found himself without open\nsupport. Uo was silent Rayburn Miller, who hnd come up behind the mob\nnnd was now In the church, went to\nCraig's side. Many thought he was\nproffering bis legal services.\n\"One word, Mr. Craig,\" be said,\ntouching \u2022 the quivering nrm of the\nbanker.\n\"Oh, you'ro no loser,\" said Craig,\nturning on him. \"There was nothing to\nyour credit\"\n\"I know that,\" whispered Miller, \"but\nns attorney for the Bishops I have a\nright to ask If thoir. mouey ls safe,\"\nTho eyes of the banker went to the\nground.\n\"It's gone\u2014every cent of It,\" he said.\nIt was their money thnt tempted Wln-\nBhlp. He'd never seen such a lurgo pile\nut once.\"\n\"You don't mean\"\u2014 But Miller felt\nthe utter futility of the question on his\ntongue and turned awny. Outside he\nmet Jeff Dukes, one of the town mnr-\nEhals, who had been running nnd was\nVery red In the face nud out of breath.\n\"Is that mob In thar?\" he asked.\n\"Yes, and quiet now,\" said Miller.\n\"Let them alone. Tbe Important thing\nIs to put the police on WInshlp's track.\nCome bnck downtown.\"\n\"I'll have to tit the particulars from\nCraig fust,\" said Dukes. \"Aro you\nloner?\"\n\"No, but some of my clients are, aud\nI'm ready to stand nny expense to\ncatcb the thief.\"\n\"Well, I'll see you In a minute, and\nwe'll beat all the wires out of town.\nI'll see you In a minute.\"\nFarther down the street Miller met\nDolly Barclay. She had come straight\nfrom ber home, In an opposite direction from tbe bank, aud bad evidently\nnot heard tbe news.\n\"I'm on my way to prayer meeting,\"\nshe smiled. \"I'm getting good to please\nthe old folks, but\"\u2014 She noticed his\npale face. \"What ls the matter? Has\nanything\"\u2014\n\"Craig's bank has failed,\" Bayburn\ntold ber briefly. \"He sayB Winship haB\nnbaconded with all the cash In the\nvaults.\"\nDolly stared sghast \"And you\u2014\nyou\"\u2014\n\"I bad no money there,\" broke In\nMiller. \"I .was fortunate enough to escape.\"\n\"But Alan\u2014Mr. Bishop?\" She was\nstudying bis face and pondering his\nunwonted excitement \"Had they\nmoney there?\"\nMiller did not answer, but she would\nnot be put aside.\n\"Tell mc,\" Bbe urged; \"tell me that\"\n\"If I do, It's In absolute confidence,\"\nho said, with professional firmness.\n\"No one must know\u2014not a soul\u2014that\nthey were depositors, for much depends on lt. If Wilson knew they were\nhard up, he might drive them to the\nwall. They wero not only depositors,\nbut they lose every cent tbey have\u2014\n$25,000 In a lump.\"\nHe saw her catch her breath, and her\nlips moved mutely, ob lf repeating the\n.words he hod Just spoken. \"Poor\nAlan!\" ho heard her say. \"This ls too,\ntoo much after all be has gone\nthrough!\"\nMiller toucbed his hat and started\non, but sbe joined bim, keeping by his\nside like a patient, pleading child. He\nmarveled over ber strength aud wonderful poise. \"I nm taking you out of\nyour way, Miss Dolly,\" he Bald gently,\nmore gently than he had ever spoken\nto her before.\n\"I only want to know If Alan bas\nheard. Do\u2014do tell me that.\"\n\"No; lie's at home. I shall ride out\nts soon as I get the matter In the\nbands of the police.\"\nShe put out ber slender, shapely band\nnnd touched his nrm.\n\"Toll him,\" she snld In a low, uncertain voice, \"that It bas broken my\nheart. Tell blm I love him more than\nI ever did and tbat I shall stick to blm\nalways.\"\nMiller turned and took off his hat\ngiving her his hand.\n\"Aud I believe you will do lt,\" he\nsaid. \"lie's a lucky dog, even If be\nbas Just struck the celling. I know\nhim, and your message will soften tbe\nblow. Hut It's awful\u2014simply awful!\nI can't now see bow tbey can possibly\nget from under lt.\"\n\"Well, tell blm,\" snld Dolly, with a\nlittle, soundless sob In her throat, \"tell\nblm what I told you.\"\nCHAPTER XIX.\nHAT afternoon tbe breeze\nswerved round from the\nsouth, bringing vague threats\nof rain. About 3 o'clock Alnn,\nbis uncle and bis mother and father\nwere out In tbe front yard looking at\nthe house with a view to making somo\nalterations that had been talked of for\nseveral years past\n\"I never bud my way In anything before,\" Mrs, Bishop was running on In\nthe pleased voice of s happy child,\n\"an' I'm glad you are goin' to let me\nthis once. I want the new room to Jut\nout on this side from tho parlor nn'\nhave a bay window, an' we must out\na wide foldln' door between the two\nrooms. Then the old vernndu comes\ndown, an' the new one must have a\ndouble floor, like Colonel Sprugue's on\n_v,\u00bb Hver. except ours will have round,\nwhite columns Instead o' squire, lf\nthey do cost a trifle more.\"\n\"Sho knows what Bhe wants,\" said\nBishop, with one of his Infrequent\nsmiles, \"an' I reckon we'd save a little\nto let her boss the job ef Bhe don't\nhender the carpenters by too much\ntalk. I don't want 'cm to put lu a stick\no' lumber that ain't the best.\"\n\"I'm glad she's going to bave her\nway,\" said Alan. \"She's wanted a better house for twenty years, and she\ndeserves lt.\"\n\"I don't believe In sech fine feathers,\" said Bishop argumentstively. \"I'd\na leetle ruther wait till we see whether\nWilson's a-goln' to put that road\nthrough. Then we could afford to put\non a dab or two o' style. I dou't kuow\nbut I'd move down to Atlanta an' live\nalongside o' BUI, an' wear a clawhammer coat an' a dickey cravat fer a\nchange.\"\n\"Then you mought run fer tbe legls-\nlatnr',\" spoke up Abner Daniel, who\nhad been an amused listener, \"an' git\nup a law to pen up mad dogs at the\ndangerous part o' the yeer. Alf, I've\nalways thought you'd ho a' ornament\nto the giddy whirl down thar. William\nwas ever\" bit as green as you are when\nhe fust struck the town. But hs bad\ntbo advantage o' growin' up an' sorter\nrlprnln' with the place. It ud be hart\non you at yore time o' life.\"\nAt this Juncture Alan called their attention to a horseman far down the\nroad. \"It looks like Ray Miller's mare,\"\nhe remarked. \"This ls one of his bmis>\ndays. He can't be coming to fish.\"\n\"Railroad news,\" suggested AbaM.\n\"It's a pity you hain't connected U)\ntelegraph.\"\nThey were all now sure that lt 0*B\nMiller, and wltb no little curiosity tttsp\nmoved nearer the gato.\n\"By gum, he's been glvln' his\nthe lash,\" said Abner. \"She's fa\nklvered with froth.\"\n\"Hello, young maul\" Alan called\nas Miller dismounted at a hitching |\nJust outside tho fence and fastened\nbridle rein. \"Glad to see you,\nIn.\"\nMiller bowed and smiled as he opeMf\nthe gate and came forward to shaa*\nhands.\n\"Wo are certainly glad you curat,\nMr. Miller,\" snld Mrs. Bishop, with all\nher quulnt cordiality. \"Ever since that\ndny in the olllce I've wanted a chance\nto show yon how much we appreclata\nwbnt you done fer us. Brother Ab will\nbenr me out when I Buy we speak of\nIt mighty nigh ever' dny.\"\nMiller wore nn Inexpressible look of\nembarrassment, which ho tried to lose\nIn tbe net of slinking hands all round\nthe group, but his platitudes fell to the\nground. Abner. the closest observer\nThe devil never labels his bait.\n\"You roust stay to early supper any.\nway, Mr, Miller.\"\nnmong them, nlrcady had hia brows\ndrawn together as lie pondered Miller's\nunwonted lack of ease.\n\"Bring any fishing tackle?\" asked\nAlnn.\n\"No, I didn't,\" said the lawyer, Jerking himself to that subject awkwardly.\n\"The truth ls, I only run out for a little\nride. I've got to get back.\"\n\"Then lt Is business, as brother Ab\nBald,\" put In Mrs. Bishop tentatively.\nMiller lowered bis eyes to the ground\nand then raised them to Alan's fuce.\n\"Yes, It's rnllrond business,\" said Abner, his voice vibrant with suspense.\n\"And It's not favorable,\" snld Alan\nbravely. \"I can see that by your\nlooks.\"\nMiller glanced nt bis mare and lasbed\nthe leg of his top boots wltb his riding whip. \"No; I have bad news, but\nit's not about the railroad. I could\nhnvo written, but I thought I'd better\ncome myself.\"\n\"Adele!\" gnsped Mrs. Bishop. \"You\nhave hoard\"\u2014\n\"No; she's well,\" said Miller. \"It's\nabout tho money you put In Craig's\nbank.\"\n\"What about tbnt?\" burst from old\nBishop's startled lips.\n\"Craig claims Winship bas absconded wltb nil the cash. The bank has\nfailed.\"\n\"Failed!\" The word was a moan\nfrom Bishop, nnd fur n moment no on\u00ab\nspoke. A negro woninii nt tho wnsb\nplace behind the house was using a\nbnttlng stick on some clothing, and the\ndull blows came to them distinctly.\n\"Is that so. Hay?\" asked Alnn, calm\nbut pale to the lips.\n\"I'm sorry to say lt is.\"\n\"Can nnythlng at nil be done?\"\n\"I've done everything possible ab\nrendy. We have been telegraphing thu\nAtlniitn police all morning about tracing Wlnshlp, but they don't seem much\nInterested, They think he>'s had toe.\nbig u start ou us. You see, he's beeu\ngone two days .na nights. Craig says\nho thought he wus on a visit lo relatives till he discovered the loss lust\nnight\"\n\"It simply spells ruin, old man,\" said\nAlan grimly. \"I can see thut\"\nMiller snld nothing for a moment\nthen:\n\"It's Just ns bad as it could be, my\nboy,\" he said. \"I see no reason to\nraise false hopes. There ls a strong\nfeeling against Craig and uo little suspicion owing to the report that he has\nbeen speculating heavily, but he hns\nthrown himself on tho protection of\nhis church, and even some of his fellow members, who lose considerably,\nare standing by blm.\"\nHere old Bishop, with compressed\nlips, turned and walked unsteadily into the house. With head bunging low\nand eyes flashing strangely, his wife\nfollowed blm. At the steps she pnused,\nher sense of hospitality transcending\nher despair. \"You must stay to early\nsupper anyway, Mr. Miller,\" Bhe snld.\n\"You could ride back In the cool o' the\nevening.\"\n\"Thank you, but I must burry rlgbt\nback, Mrs. Blsbop,\" Miller Bald.\n\"And Dolly\u2014does she know?\" asked\nAlan, when his mother bad disappeared and Abner hnd walked to the\nbitching post nnd stood ns if thoughtfully Inspecting Miller's mnre. Miller\ntold him of their conversntlon that\nmorning, und Alnn's fuce grew tender\nand more resigned,\n\"Slie's a brick!\" said Miller. \"She's\ns woman I now believe In thoroughly\u2014\nshe and one other.\"\n\"Then there ls another?\" asked Alnn\nnlmost cheerfully, as nn effect of the\ngood news that had accompanied tho\nbad.\n\"Yes. I sec things somewhat differently of late,\" admitted Miller In nn\ncvaBivo, noncommittal tone. \"Dolly\nBarclay opened my eyes, uud when\nthey were opeu I saw\u2014well, the good\nqualities of some ono else, I may tell\nyou about her somo dny, but I shnll\nnot now. Get your horse nud come to\ntowu with me. Wo must bo reudy for\nany emergency.\"\nAbner Daniel camo toward them. \"I\ndon't want to hnrm nobody's character,\" ho said, \"but whur my own kin ls\nis concerned I'm up nn' wldo awake.\nI don't know what you think, but I\nhain't got a speck o' faith In Craig\nhlsse'f. Ho done me a low, sueakln'\ntrick once tbat I ketcbed up wltb. He\nSwore lt was n mistake, but It wasn't\nHe's a bad egg\u2014you mind what I say;\nho won't do.\"\n\"It may be ns you say, Mr. Daniel,\"\nreturned Miller, wltb a lawyer's reserve on a point unsubstantiated by\nevidence, \"but even lf he has tho money hidden nway, how aro wo to get lt\nfrom him?\"\n\"I'd find n way,\" retorted Daniel\nhotly, \"so I would.\"\n\"We'll do nil we can,\" said Miller.\nDaniel strode into tho bouse, nnd\nAinu went nfter his horse. Sillier stood\nat the gate, Idly tupping bis boot with\nhis whip.\n\"Poor Mrs. Bishop,\" he snld, his eyes\non the house. \"How very much she\nresembled Adelo just now, nnd she is\nbearing it just llko the littlo girl would.\nI reckon they'll write her the bad\nnews. I wish I was thero to\u2014soften\nthe blow, lt will wring ber heart\"\nThat evening nfter supper the fninily\nremained till bedtime In tbe big, bars\nlooking dining room, tba clean, polished\nfloors of which gleamed In the light of\na little fire lu the big chimney. Bishop's chair was tilted back against the\nwall In a durk corner, aud Mrs. Bishop\nsat knitting mechanically. Abuer was\nreading\u2014or trying to read\u2014a weekly\npaper nt the end of the dining table,\naided by a dimly burulng glass lamp.\nAunt Murla had removed tbe dishes\nand with no littlo splash and clatter\nwas washing them in the adjoiniug\nkitchen.\nSuddenly Abner laid down his pnper\nnnd begun to try to console them for\ntheir loss. Mrs. Bishop listened patiently, but Bishop Bat In the very coma of despair, unconscious of what\nwaa going on around him.\n\"What's the use o' tnlkln' about lt?\"\nho said lmpntleutly. \"What's the uso\no' anything?\"\nHe rose nnd moved toward the door\nleading to his room.\n\"Alfred,\" Mrs. Bishop called to him,\n\"are you goin' to bed without holdln'\nprayer?\"\n\"I'm goin' to omit lt tonight,\" ho\nsaid. \"I don't feel well one bit Besides, I reckon each pusson kin pray\nIn private according to the way they\nfeel.\"\nAbner stood up, and, removing the\nlamp chimney, be lighted a candle by\ntbe lium,-.\n\"I tried to put n moral lesson In what\nI said just now,\" ho smiled mechanically, \"but I missed fire. Alf's BUfferlu'\nIs jest unselfishness puoro an' undo-\ntlled. He wants to set hia children up\nIn tho world. This green globe ls_ n\nsight better 'n sonic folks thinks It Is.\nY'ou kin find a little speck o' goody In\nmighty nigh ever' chestnut.\"\n\"That's so, Brother Ab,\" said his sister, \"but we are ruined now\u2014ruined,\nruined!\"\n\"Ef you will look nt It that way,\" admitted Abner, reaching for his cnndle;\n\"but thar's a plane ahead whar thar\nnever was a bank or a dollnr or n railroad, an' It ain't fur ahead nuther.\nSome folks say lt begins beer lu this\nlife.\"\nCHAPTER XX.\nS Abner Daniel lenned over the\nrail fence lu frout of Pole Baker's log cabin one balmy day\ntwo weeks later he saw evidences of the cx-moonshlncr's thrlft-\nlcssuess combined with an Inordinate\nlove for hia children. A little express\nwngon, pnlnted red, such aa city children receive from their well to do parents on ChrlBtmas, was going to ruin\nunder a cherry tree which had been\nbent to tbo ground by a rope swing\nfastened to oue of Its flexible boughs.\nThe body of a mechanical speaklug\ndoll lay near by nnd the remains ot a\ntoy air rifle. After a protracted spree\nPole usually came home lndcu down\nwith such peace offerings to bis family\nand conscience. Ills wife might go\nwithout s needed gown and he a coal,\nbut hia children never without toys.\nSeeing Abner at tbo fence, Mrs. Baker\ncame to the low door and stood bending her bead to look out.\n\"I heerd at home,\" said Abner, \"that\nPole was over tbnr axin' fer me. I've\nbeen away to my peach orchard on the\nLIU,\"\n\"Yes; he's been over thnr twice,\" said\ntbo woman. \"He's back of the house\nsome'r's Bottlu' a trap fer the children\nto ketch some birds In. I'll blow the\nhorn. Wben I blow twice, he knows\nhe's wanted right off.\"\nShe took down a cow's horn from a\nnail on the wall, and, going to the door\non tbo opposite side of the house, sho\ngave two long, ringing blasts, which\nset half a dozen dogs near by nnd some\nfar off to barking mellowly. In a few\nminutes Pole appeared around tho corner of the cabin.\n\"Hello, Uncle Ab,\" he snld. \"Won't\nyou come In?\"\n\"No; hain't time,\" smiled the old\nman. \"I Jest como over to see how\nmuch money you wanted to borrow,\"\n\"I don't want any o' yo'rn,\" said\nPole, leaning over the fence, his unbuttoned shirt sleeves allowing his\nbrawuy, haro arms to rest on the top\nmil. \"I wanted to talk to you about\nAlan an' thut bank bu'st up.\"\n\"You've been to town, I heer,\" Bald\nAbner, deeply Interested.\n\"Yes, au' I've beeu with Alan an'\nMiller fer the last week trylu' to do\nsome'n', but we couldn't They've been\nBendln' telegrams by the basketful, an'\nJeff Dukes has trotted his legs off buck\nsn' forth, but nothln' hain't been done.\"\n\"You say the' hain't?\" Abner's voice\nquivered nnd fell.\n\"No. They both kept up the'r sperlts\npurty well fer about ten dnys beea'se\nthat dang Atlanta chief of police kept\nwliiu' he wns on n scent o' Winship,\nbut day before yesterday they give In.\nWe was n-Bcttln' lu Miller's olllce when\nthe lust message come from Atlanta.\nThey said they'd been nfter tbo wrong\nmnn nn' that they'd give up. You ort\n'a' seed Alan's face. Miller tried to\ncheer 'lm up, but lt wasn't no go. Then\nwho do you tblnk come? Alnn'B sweetheart She axed to Bee 'Im, nn' they\ntalked awhile In the front room. Then\nMiller como back an' snld she'd axed\nto be Introduced to me. Jest think of\nIt! I went In an' seed she'd been n-cry-\nln\\ She got up, by Jinks, an' ketched\nmy band nn' snld she wonted to thank\nmo becu'se I'd been sech a friend to\nAlnn! Uncle Ab, I felt ns mean ss a\negg snckln' dog, becu'se (bur was Alnn\nOut o' bis back, as the feller said, on' I\nliddu't turned n hand to he'p 'Ins. An'\nthnr she was, the gal be layaj an'\nwants, nn' 'Is poverty stnndln' Mwlxt\n'em. I couldn't say nothln', utf 8 BCck-\nou I looked more kinds of n 0SS_ (Ttiol\nthnn she ever seed on two legft\"\n\"Well, wbnt did you do?\" u&bQ <_>\nncr, too much moved by Pole's gnphlc\nplcttre to speak with his usSS. Bgbt-\nness.\n\"What did I do? I made fit? tow\nsn' slid. I mnde a beellne fer MBWHy's\nbar nil' put two down ns fust as tbey\ncould shovel 'em out. Then I tseS another, an' quit countln'. I uegvitt tu\nthink I owned the shebang aa' broke\nseveral bllllnrd cues nn' threats>eu the\nchalk around. Then Dukes easae nn'\nBald he'd give inn a chunce t\u00bb eeenpe\ntrial fer misconduct ef I'd Straddle\nniy boss nn' make fer home. I agreed,\nbut thar was one thing I hnd to do\nfust. I hnd promised Alnn not to\ndrink nny more, an' so I didn't want\nto sneak nwny to hide It. I went to\nMiller's house', whur he's stnyln', nn'\nculled 'lm out. I told 'lm I'd jest como\nfer no other reason 'nn to let 'im see\nmc nt iny wust. 1 felt like It was the\nonly manly way, alter I'd broke faith\nwith a friend ns true ns be la.\"\n\"Too bad!\" sighed Abner. \"I'll bet-,\nlt burl Alnn to see you in that fix.\" \"\n\"Well, be didn't comulaln.\" Bald Pole.\n\"But he put his arm around me an-\ncomo as nigh cryln' us I ever seed a\nstrong man. 'It's my fault, Tole,' sea\nhe. 'I can see that' Then him an'\nMiller both tried to git me to go upstairs In that line house an' go to bed\nan' sleep lt off. but I wouldn't I\ncomo on home nn' got mad at Sally fer\ntalkin' to me an' come nigh na peas\nhittln' 'er In tbe jaw. But that's over,\nUncle Ab. What I'm In fer now Is\nwork. I ain't no fool. I'm on a still\nhunt, an' I jest want yore private\nopinion. I don't wunt you to commit\nyorese'f unless you wnnt to, but I'd\ngo more on yore Jedgment than any\nman's In this county. I wnnt to know\nef you think old Cruig is a honest man\nat heart Now dou't say you don't\nknow an' keep yore mouth shot, fer\nwhnt I want to know, an' all I want to\nknow, la how you feel about tbat one\nthing.\"\nAbner hung his head down, nia\nlong thumb trembled ns Its nail went\nunder a splinter on the rail and pried\nlt off.\n\"I Bee what you aro n-drlvln' nt,\" he\nsnid. \"You Jest wnnt to feel shore o'\nyore ground.\" Abner began to chew\ntho splinter and spit out tbe broken\nbits. Ho wns silent, under Pole's anxious gaze, for a minute, und then be\nlnughed dryly. \"I reckon mo 'n' you\nhns about the sumo suspicions,\" he\nsnld. \"That p'int's been worryin' me\nfer several dayB, un' I didn't let lt end\nthnr nuther.\"\n\"Ab, you didn't?\" exclnimod Baker.\n\"You sny you didn't, Uncle Ab?\"\n\"No; I got so I couldn't He down nt\nnight without the Idea poppln' Into\nmy bend that maybe Cruig had made\na tool of Wlnshlp for some minor crlrao\nan' hnd hustled Mm out o' the country\nso he could gobble up what was In the\nbank an' pose ns a Injured man lu the\ncommunity.\"\n\"Sams heer, pine blank!\" said Pole\neagerly. \"What did you do, Uucle\nAb?\"\n\"Jest satisfied myself that Alan's\nmoney\u2014or some ot it\u2014wusn t out o'\ncreation, thut's oil.\"\n\"I have my reasons fer belicviu' like\nybu do,\" snld Pole.\n\"You say you have.\"\nPole glanced furtively over bis shoulder nt his cabin to see that no one was\nwithin bearing, then snid:\n\"You know Wlnshlp is old Fred I'nr-\nsor-_'s nephew. Well, old Fred's always\nbean a stanch friend to uie. We moon-\nshiucd it together two yeer, though\nhe never knowed my chief hidln' place.\nIn fact nobody knows about that spot,\nUncle Ab, even now. Well, I had a\ntalk witb 'im nn' nxed his opinion\nabout bis nephew. He talks as straight\nas a shingle, an' he ain't no Idiot, He\nsays it's ull bosh nbout Winship takin'\nawny nil that boodle.\"\n\"He docs, docs he?\" Abner nodded,\naa If to himself.\n\"Yes, an' be don't claim Wlnshlp\nnlu't guilty, nuther. He jest holds\n\"X wouldn't do nothln' foolhardy,\" lie\nsaid.\nthat he was too small a dabbler In\ndevilment He thinks, ns I do, that\nCraig run 'lm off with threats of arrest\nan' picked that chance to bu'st. He\nthinks WInshlp's In n safe place an'\nnever will bo fetched back.\"\nAbner drew himself up straight.\n\"Have you talked to Alan an' Miller\non that line?\"\n\"Tried grunted Pole In high disgust \"but . \"er says It's no good to\nthink of accusm' Crnlg. He says we\ncan't prove a thing on 'Im unless wo\nketch Wlnshlp. He says that sort of\na steal ls tho easiest thing on earth\non' that It's done every dny. But that's\nbeea'se he was fetched up in the lav\/,\"\nPole finished. \"Wo uns out beer In\nthe mountains kin fish up other ways\no' fetchln' a scamp to time without\nstandln' 'lm up beforo n thick headed\nJury or lcttln' 'lm out on bond till he\ndies o' old age. You've got sense\nenough to know that, Undo Ab.\"\nTho slanting rays of tho setting sun\nstruck tbo old man in the face. Thero\nwas a tinkle of cow bells in tbe pasture\nbelow tbo cabin. Tho outlaw In Polo\nBaker was a thing Abner Daniel deplored, nnd yet today lt was a straw\nbobbing nbout on tbe troubled waters\nof tbe old man's soul toward which, lf\nhe did not extend his hand, he looked\nInterestedly. A grim expression stole\nInto his face, drawing tbe merry lines\ndown toward his chin.\n\"I wouldn't do nothln' foolhardy,\nPole.\" Abner looked Into tbe fellow's\nface, drew a long, trembling breath\nand finished, \"I wouldn't but I'll be\ndurned ef I know what I'd dol\"\nIcON-_mr__o.l\nIlia (illiiT ClK-ek.\n\"When nn enemy smites me,\" said \u2022\ntbe pious looking hypocrite, \"I always\nturn the other cheek.\"\n\"Why,\" nsked the man who .knew\nhim, \"do you wnnt your enemy to go\nnrouud with both bunds disabled?\"\nHo\u2014' Thoy li*err-pre(e,l If,\nWe are taught not\/to bo anxious for\nthe future, ns the future will come In\ntime. .,-\u25a0\nWe uv,c tnnglit In the sermon on tho\ntuqufi. iiot to think of tho future, be-\ncause the evil we dp In one dny Is sufficient\u2014Answers of Loudon School\nChili! ron *\u00ab\u25a0\"\"-\n\u2014\u2014\nMOUNT PLEASANT ADVOCATE.\n1\nI\nI*.\n-MOUNT PLEASANT ADVOCATE\nVANCOUVER, B. 0.\nFAT ON A FOWL.\n14 III Not So Good u Thins a. Some\nHousel-ecpera Think,\n\"When 1 see men or women looking\nr,for nothing but fnt on u fowl,\" said a\nniarketman, \"I don't envy them their\ndinner. There ia n luyer of fut underneath the skin when poultry is unduly\nfattened, and In the cooking this over-\nbea*.ed fat saturates the ment, nud delicate stomachs have u hard tussle. This\nls why lots of people can't eat ducks\nand geese nt all. These overfattened\nfowls are in reality more expensive\nnnd less easily digested, there being\nmuch less lean meat in proportion to\nthe fat. Most of my customers are now\nwilling to pny what a good turkey la\nworth, 'understanding tbe difference.\nWhat is the difference? Why, there\nnre u few rules thnt must be observed.\nFor at least six days before killing\nbarnyard fowls must be cooped, not\nhuddled, have a good, clean space\nnnd be well fed on corn for ut least\nlive days. Then for twenty-four hours\nbefore killing they should be fed on\nskimmed milk or soft boiled rice, The\nnight beforo tbe killing the turkey\nmust hnve plenty of wnter, but no\nfood, which leaves the crop empty, the\nintestines -clean, the dnrk ment quite\nlight, und gives u flavor lis different ns\npossible from the offensive flavor thnt\nIs likely to Impregnate tho common\nfowl killed In the common wny. The\nflesh of nil nnlmuls Is flavored by their\nfood. This accounts for the delicious\nllayor of tho canvusbaek und redhead\nducks.. ISoth eat of the wild celery at\nthe water's edge, the former taking the\nroots, the hitter the tops.\"\nLABRADOR.\nIt iii a T>Ii't\u00abrcHqne Country With\n-- IH-ny (iront Water'alln.\nLabrador exlernully ls forbidding\nund discouraging. She ls not ull nioas\ncovered rock, however. From n scenic\npoint of view she has something to\noffer that will Interest the world. Un-\nI'oiluiiately It ls possible to reach the\ncountry by water during only four\nmonths of the yeur. Dog sledges and\nsnowshoes ure the medium of travel\nIhe remainder of the year. There are\nno roads.\nThe interior of Labrador has been\nfound to be tableland, about l.fiOO feet\nnbove sen level, tbe foothills of which\niri'iieh down to the Atlantic const.\nPiercing these foothills at intervals\nalong the Till) miles of const line urr\ndeep inlets, some of wblcb resemble\nNorwegian llorils. Of these perhaps\n(lie most picturesque Is Nochrach buy\nl.lon miles north of St. John's. It Is u\n\u25a0mile nr more wide nud twenty miles\nlong. Great shouldering ciUTs, more\nllinn l.riuO feet high, Jut out Into the\nwrier on either side, glistening ens-\noiuies tumble over their Bides, nnd mys-\n.lifylitg sen caverns lure one to explore\nthem. Fifteen miles from the mouth ls\nn waterfall of tremendous height. Its\naltitude bus been variously estimated\nnt from .00 to 000 feet. Tumbling over\nthe edge of the cliff In a cuscnelc, lt\ntakes this grout leap nnd then dashes\nalong on Its foamy wuy dowu several\nhundred feet until lt drops Iuto the\nbuy. This Is by no menus the lurgest\nwaterfall In tbe couutry.\nThe Camel Until.\nCamels In Soiuulllund ure kept In\ngroat herds sometimes uumberlug 30,-\niilHl. Such numbers Involve wide areas\nI'lir^gru\/.ing und consequent dlstnnccs\nI';nin the lew places where wnter may\nbu found. Tbe ponies used by tbe Somali cun nlso manage without drink for\nHires or four days aud wben employed\nfor herding have, like tbelr musters,\nonly camels' milk to quench tbelr\nthirst These big herds offer, of course,\nn ''tremendous temptation to the raider,\nas many as 10,000 camels being taken\nat a time, and the excitement of driving off such a haul at full gnllop for\nl'mly or fifty miles, with the exasperated owner possibly hard In pursuit and\nIhc chances, of the raider finding bis\n. own ciim'p'hns fulleu a prey to some\nother tribal diversion, appeals irresistibly to the excitable Soniuli.\nThe thousands of people who\nwrite to me, saying that\nShiloh's\nConsumption\nCure En.cLung\ncured them of chronic coughs,\ncannot all be mistaken. There\nmust be somo truth iu it.\nTry a bottle lor that cough ol yonrt.\nPrices: S. C. Wells & Co. .10\n25c. 50c. tl. L-Roy, N.Y.,. jronto, Can.\nTlio Marquis of Tullibardiiie is helping to raise a troop of tne Scottish\nHorse in Tire:', and already a score\nof men have given in their mimes.\nA smart recruiting party caught the\neye of the impressionable Cuel. but\nthere's no blythencss among the girls\nover tho new departure.\nHow Dr. Von Stan's Pinears\nsilo Tablets Give Instant Relief.\nStlffi_l llaI,d,y to carry-Uke ono nflor\nWnnjfawor whenever you feel stomach\nai-tte_. coming on-in.iTor.rs hnve proved\n.... \"\"ly remedy known Unit will ff|vo\n\"H\"\"'. rolls! and permanent cuV-no\nlotTtr tedious treatments with uui'stion-\narttrouil'er^'f, for \"\" Ul'\"1\" \u00b0\" \u00bb \u00b0\u00b0\"\nurn tioubles^ H5 cents.\u2014On\nTne Arctic expedition ship Windward, which brought Nunscn buck to\nEurope some yenrs ago, has now joined the Dundee fleet ns a whaler , 11\nis useful at any rate this time.\nDeafness Cannot Be Cured\n0y local applications as they cannot reach the\n-iBCatecil iicrtlon ot the car. There Is only one\nway to cure dea-ness, anil that Is hy constitutional remedies. Deafness is caused by an Inflamed condition ct the mucous lining of the\nEustachian Tube. When this tube ls Inflamed\nyou have a rumbling sound or Imperfoct hearing, and when lt is entirely closed, Deafness Is\nthe result, and unless the Inflammation can be\ntaken out and this tube restored to Its normal\ncondition, hearing will bo destroyed forever;\nnine cuses out of ten are cauBed by Catarrh,\nwhich la nothing but an inflamed condition of\nthe mucous surfaces.\nWe will give One Hundrod Dollars lor any\ntue of Deafness (caused by catarrh) that cannot be cured by Hall's Catarrh Cure. Send lor\ncirculars, free. _\nP. J. CHENEY S CO., Tole*J, O.\nSold by all druggists, I.e.\nHill's Family Pills are the best.\nThe government has decided to fortify the lslund of Foronsay, at the\nextravagant price ol \u00a36,ooo, und when\nthe work is completed the sntety of\nthe West Highlands will be assured.\nToo Many People Dally Wttl\nCatarrh.-It-trikos one like n thunil.\nclap, develops with a rapidity that no\nother disease does. Dr. Acnew'S Catarrhal Powder is the radical, uulck. safe\nand nlcasant curo thut Ihe disease demands. Use tlio means\u2014prevent Us deep-\nseating and years ol distress. Don't\ndally with Catarrh. Aeuew's elves ru\nliel In ten minutes. SO cents.\u201407\nllnlbe'icn, Lincolnshire, Hoard of\nGuardians have admitted Into the\nworkhouse un old mun iiuinnd Kobe-it\nBlack, wbei bus saved nine lives from\ndrowning, but who from llMmalth\nwus unable lo work, and was obliged\nto seek shelter. He was in posnoa-\nsinn of a medal and a watch presented lei bim for saving life.\nWarrior WOOS.*Tlir\u00bbm