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Show i ' f A'n' THAT GIRL J Of JOHNSONS By JEA.fi K.ATE EXBLXM, Author 0 At m Ctrl', Mercy." Etc. Rntered According to Act of Congresi la the Year 1800 by Street & Smith, In the Office of the Librarian of Contrast, t Washington, D. C. Ofttp w Amef Heja" 'd lfcf Ik? w Pn ibl!cu i, ana&! tiJ Yg ifer.l special." Jt was coming. Dolores waited with bated breath. A heavy sense of guilt foil upon her; she could not meet the of the eyes bent upon her, and on hulling the berries went she know waiting In silence for what she must come. "An them as knows says thyars foolin ower in ther town yan-s- r a j eloii' plyiutj jaa usftia Ml' wtk I great Ijout ther mare," the womans voice struck in cm the girls thoughts, "an says et pears she were worth a deal o money, an now nobodyll gev a copper for her, an theya workin 8(6,1 dy to fin out who done ther deed, aa gettln every one theys ken ter o a certain prove tliar splclons crect Job rsl if rtwa1 ekutj rfrtls Jant 5nK Ru a,1 Wit' sen SBC broth i; star, anto r. ' to 1, ((port I nova tend- - ! The la V ntim- - J a tml- - i Jpt fey-toe- I 1903 ai USUI I' 'om- 1 liras the to I bo the fist art '."T urt i ho i nit ver ife of :bo iod person." IVdoros was waiting. It was comernsh-ing now. she felt certain. She hand in her berries of the some ia a sudden frenzy. Theys holdin court a'most every twere as though day, an workin a critter's thet some great thing gone lama But theys wont do nothin' with ther splcioned feller tell it.ar's mo ground, as theys calls et, though young Green do feel pretty But aartin who Is ther guilty one. an conHidrable proof, theys got there's ter he a great time a they wants yer feyther ter go ter peov thar a'pirlnns crect. It was out at last. Dolores seemed turned to stone; she neither moved nor spoke; she dared not lift her eyes from the red berries with which her whirl-tag- ; fingers wore dyed. Her head was as in ears her din a was there though a legion of spirits repeated aad shouted In wild horror: Tlieys wants yer feyther ler go ter prove theys wants yer feyther ter c gw -t- hey wants yer feyther yer " Her eyes were like those of a hunted animal, half hidden beneath their losg larlies; her mind was filled with a great longing to go to get away from the ilny room out on the mountain under the ipiiet heavens where the winds wore free from the watch-laeyes. Tin woman nt the other side of the table oroe with on Injured air. She had received scarcely a word of thunks for her berries, scarcely even a P'oiw of interest In her story. T 'I yam them ns lakes an intrcst kt tf ar feller critters, an'thvars them a an she said, tartly; dont, thjnrs them ns has thyar spiclon o 4 ban , in hunting, going around to the opposite mountain and returning across the f CHAPTER VI. Continued, she glanced down Instinctively The doors were toward the shop. there. The hens one was no but yen, the jacking around the doorsto were anx-taos her life of visible signs oly she began yes. Unconsciously meballing the strawberries with but fingers. steady chanical "Times is dull nough, 'pears to First si, the woman proceeded. gyar-Ue lam there want o rain with ther up spite o the care we Ct? et; then as though thet warnt hyar kems ther aecdnt ter tl.er inare o ther judges son, an any ketched ef twarnt o' ns likely to be In one direction toot s'plclon re-t- s J things." jf Dolores watched the wotrnn's tall, gaunt figure go down the worn path, her purple print dress brushing the scant grass with an Indignant sweep, the cape of her sunbotmet limp and When Sapping over her shoulders. to disappeared from view behind tfco abrubucry of the roadside Dolores pot away the dish of berries and put sb her gray vunbormet to go out. It was early afternoon. The rocky goad, like a yellow thread, wound In ch ISO It- - at town. Sometimes when the atmosphere was heavy and the wind in the right direction, the smoke from the tall factory chimneys drifted around to the settlement and tangled in the pines like gray specters waving their shadowy banners above the scattered houses down toward the valley. Many a time Dolores had watched these smoke wreaths, and her mind had gone to the place from whence they came, and she wove from them fantastic shadows born of dreams, and she clothed them In garments of the living, and they brought her many many fancies of the life pulling just beyond the piny peaks. Now her mind was filled with the one subject so much discussed; she turned It over and over, viewing It on all sides; now reasoning with herself as to this or that possibility, this or that decision, but eventually return ing to the first conclusion which was to her so convincirg that it sent her over ilie mountain to the town to discover if possible the truth, and at the court was the place to learn what she wished to know if there were any placo to learn it ere the whole world should know. As she passed over the mountain and down on the other side the town lay out before her; a thriving town; smoke arose blaek from the towering chimney, the whir of machinery, the rattle of wagons and din on every-dalife were borne up to her as sounds of a strange land. The knowledge began to grow in her mind that the life in the slow little settlement beyond the mountain was too narrow, too shut into itself, too lacking in energy But this was a new and growth. world to her and she shrank from It, not from any foolish feeling of inferl-- ' orlty; such a thought could hold no room In her mind, but as a wild animal Instinctively shrinks back to Its natural world. Then the feeling left her; the old thought drove every fear, every other feeling away; she had come for a purpose and as yet It was not accomplished. She passed steadily down the road looking neither to right nor left. The court house was at the farther end of the town; she had heard them say so. A long, low, white building with wide steps and a bell in the tower. At length she came to It; she knew she was right; a long, low, white building with wide steps and a bell in the tower. She walked up the steps and turned the handle of the door, but could not open It. This ending of her journey had not entered her head. For a moment she stood in doubt what to do. People parsing on the street looked curiously at her. A boy who was sitting aulrhlp of the fence called to her that the door was locked; but if she wanted the lookup It was down around the corner. She did rot krow he was laughing at her; she walked down the steps and spoke to him. She asked him where she could find the Judge. She wa-looking at him with her straight, level glance, and he vvau disconcerted. The judge, he said, lived in the house on the bin; If she canto down the main street she must have passed it. Not a bit of her resolution was gone ns sho retraced her steps, but she walked swiftly, for It was growing lute. She found it without trouble; sbo mounted the steps and knocked at the big door. Site did not know she should ring the boll. No one cttttn-- . She knocked again and louder, tben aaaln she waited. No one came. If the judge were gone where should she find him? A step sounded on tho gravel at the side of the bouse; she turned and faced tho exclaimed young Green, "Dolores! in astonishment. A red flush crept In her face. "I want to see the judgo," she said, gravely, and there was a In the large, dark eyes raised to hi for an instant that caused his heart to throb strangely whllo a flush also arose In his own fa-- e. "My father? He Is not at bom. When the eourt adjourned at three he If you wish took the train to N to see him I am sorry. Will not I do Instead? Con.c In, Miss Johnson; my mother would he pleased to meet you." Slit was unused to being called Mis Johnson." and scarcely heard the urfamlllar name. He opened the door, waiting for her to pass in. T won't stay. she said, The judge la not at home, I came to see the Judge. tthe turned down the steps, and he closed the dour, follow Ing her. If you will not go Inside, may 1 walk with you, Miss Johnson?" head, and they passPhe bowed ed up the street together in silence. That the people? they passed, nnd whom Imr companion greeted, turned and looked curiomdy nftcr them she did rot know; ha I she known It would llftb, Fin came nn have affected an ertand, nnd could not accomplish wa uppormoit . In tt; that thmt-,hwa In her titled, blended n it the fact and with of It, thinking eyes of the young nun bet bin her, he raid at hist, when "Dolores, they worn climbing the rough rnnd beyond tho town, uncruisclounly using tv at wist-fulne- ti ro II I 0 - b It I Waiting In Silence. fid out among th scrubby bushes d tall pines that mummed In the To the cars of the girl they kept up their monotonous sobbing About tier father as though they were living thing, i 'Fhwn lltbss no longer; tho "'alhui . opo who had a purpose, as who had fur to go Her i ejes look-ofI cforo her. her stiai.-b- t lip were rfti In a unity, tu. stern line, met i,o on on her wav; there wn i I d (to travi ! op the mount sin ; tho th i' o town over on tV otlo-side hai .oiit , 'lift w !th the win bl In an- hr--er- e I "t r t lo i h, '..el of her Ufa tvurty yrnr over tbs iK'ver bm-t all , what lay hejeml It ah did know ,.r, pt from lb rumor that rted info tb m freon th men Wiio bad been Hh i e men who had strayed a - hr hr t Hon, , n i DO EVERYTHING WELL, SAYS PRESIDENT OF C.. R. I. AND P. ROAD Mrs. al,'s Marriage Amenities. Literati tto husband) I went to the club and was elected chairman of a committee, although I didn't open my mouth once In the meeting. Her Husband Well, If you had opened you mouth you probably would not have been elected. Woman Home Companion. to-da- Usefulness Not Impaired. Husband (of popular author) Do you mean to tell me, doctor, that my wife Is Insane? No, not so bad as that, but she Is hopelessly foolish. Well, thats a relief. I was afraid her usefulness as a writer was ImLife. paired. Keep It Up. ?'' f W i , y row-come- r. to the name. "Dolores, why did you wish to see my father ? It must be something special or you would not have come. Could not I do as well? Some way his kindly heart was j aching for her with the remembrance of that swift, wistful glance of the brown eyes into his own, and he would comfort her If he could. She did not look at him; her gaze was fixed on the pines away on the mountain behind which the sun was setting. But he knew she heard and would answer presently. 1 came to see about the mare," she said, slowly, her eyes still fastened on the pines upon the height. Then suddenly, with a swiftness that startled him, she added: You know who did it? You have known from the first? Everybody knows wdio did It. It will be proved beyond a doubt. Ho lroked at her, amazed at her vehemence. We hope to prove It "By Jove I Thlsh Jh my birthday. I never thought of It (hie) Ive a Jolly, good mindsh to go and get drunksbl" fern, j:. fm&zzz Dont think you havent a Everything worth doing is important, sible position until you arc promoted. Dolores watched the woman. he said. We have had our suspicions from the first, and now we think them well founded. We are depending a good deal on your father; we have considerable evidence, but his will be conclusive." She knew nothing of law or Its terms; the words held a terrible meaning for her. It was & dastardly deed, he went The fellow on, hts face darkening. shall suffer the full penalty of the law for it. My beautiful mare that was almost human In Intelligence. Her hands were clasped fiercely, her eyes burning when she turned toward him to make reply, and for the moment he forgot all else but her face. And It Is right! she cried; It Is right! What if his people do suffer for it? That the name will cling to them forever? It Is only right that he should suffer. It is just. It was a dastardly deed. Only only dont come with me any farther. I had rati ,:r go alone. He obeyed; but followed at a disThe road was lonely; there tance. were no houses till she reached the settlement below. The sun had set; In the east above the opposite mountain, the full moon rode. A soft haze arose from the valley far beneath, floated and wavered noiselessly up toward the moonlight. Up on the heights the young man stood motionless watching the girl passing fr( m him in the moonlight. The light was full In Ills face. It was an earnest face and good; one to ho misted; never to provo treacherous. Ho watched until the girl, dimly discerned down among tho shadows, paused a moment on the thresaold of the bare little bouse, and then entered. And to him as ho turned away, his thoughts In a tumult, the mysterious mist and toe moonlight seemed to have swallowed her up. (To bo continued.) A Russian Password. respon-D- o Petroff. everything well. Benjamin L. Wlnchell. Yes, lieutenant. "The countersign for to night la The photograph and sketch are por- alted to the headship of one of the y d r a go traits of Benjamin 1 Wlnchell, the worlds greatest transportation sys- vltch. Let no man pass without it" Yes, lieutenant. But It Is a bitter newly elected president of the Chi- tems discussing the days of his 10 cago, Rock Island & Pacific Railroad. a week clerkship and telling how he cold night" What of that? The drawing was made by a staff art- rose from a humble country lad to the The man who gives the password ist of the Chicago Examiner, and position of eminence which he now la likely to freeze to death before ho shows the man who has just been ex- - occupies. finishes It." "It Is for the glory of th ctar, Women to Make Statue. Knows Much of Russia. Petroff. Miss Caroline Wood, daughter of a Dr. Edward A. Steiner, professor "Yes, lieutenant. Cleveland Plain Judge, has re- Dealer. of applied Christianity at Iowa col- prominent St. lege, Grinnell, who wrote the author ceived the commission to make a ized American biography of Count statue of The Spirit of Missouri The Nsxt Day. 1 understand that Lyof Tolstoi, 13 credited with knowing to surmount the dome of the Mlssburi you were In a MisTho more about Russia and the Slavic building at the world's fair. little trouble that started In the parworld generally than any other living souri statue Is her first large effort. lor social? American. He Is a native of Vienna, Another woman sculptor whose work Dots wbat I were," answered Mr. Dar was n feller where he began his education. I,ater will be prominent at the fair is Miss Erastus Pinkley. he was at Leipsic and Heidelberg, re- Janet Scudder, a Terre Haute girl. wtf a razzer dat chose me for da oppoIs a statue site gemman in n trouble quadrille. ceiving from the latter the degree of Her work for the exhibition Madison. James of President But you came out best In the long doctor of philosophy. run. Yessir, I did. But I mus' eay it were one o de longes runs t ebber D. bad." Washington Star. FRANK ARBUCKLE OF ILLINOIS CHAMPION GUNNER. Unnecessary. Kind Lady But If I give you this dime Im afraid I will be encouraging you to take n drink. Thirsty Tim Dont youse be erlarm-e- d on dat score, lady. When It comes ter takln er drink I dont nded no en- couragement Geographical Changes, live In having wars In this advanced age," remarked Mrs. Suburbs, turning up the lamp. "If you were a mapmaker," replied Mr. Suburba, glancing up from the new alias on hla knees, you probably would." "I dont see any A Definition. GIRLS MAKE THEIR CHOICE. Countries Where the Gentle Sex Does Its Share of Wooing. In England, year is supposed to confer upon tho fair sex tho prlvllego of choosing life partners for better or for worse, but the custom Is more honored In tho breach than In the Tho gypsies, especially observance. In Hungary, enjoy and make a very extensive use of the right at all times, In accordance with an ancient custom. Thus a marriageable young gypsy girl In the land of the Magyars, as soon as her heart 1b smitten, takes good care that the smlter shall bear of the havoc he has wrought and have a chance of consoling her. With this praiseworthy object in view, she has a love letter Indited, places a coin In a piece of dough, bakes It, and throws the cake and the billet doux during tho night Into the bedchamber Then she of her bridegroom-elec- t In soul s and her patlenre possess! The Burmese awaits developments. maiden begins her marriage campaign at a much earlier singe. In order to get together a gwdly gathering of young min from whom to rhoose, she place a lamp In Imr winknown as the dow at night -- It entlros nil those lamp of love-a- nd youths who me candid, Ucg for the ordir of boifdlct In ninny Andalusia, the pen mil girl, whose heart has been stolen lo a -- lalwnii young husa insiy pumpkin bandmen, pi tare cake and semis ll to ills homo. If ho the Andaht-.mi- i glris tako mis mai o it hb'htv edlhh to fare good rothed. (h pair are forthwith London Teloxinph. raiNsr z).smr?cscizr ! i , for champtontthlp he fired a slx lnch gun twelve time In one minute and fifty four second, hitting the target eleven time, thus breaking all previous record. Tho world champion xhlp was heretofore held In England, tho best reeord being the firing of a t, slxlnch gun twelve times in two (titling the target nine, time. The Ulnteil Rtstes ehmlonnhip was to ld by a gunner from but joung Arbtn kle, only 18 ) ear of age, ims given to Illinois tha worida championship. Frank D. Arbuckle, who now has the distinction of being the champion gunner of tho world, was born April 19, 1885, at Kingston, Do Kalb county, III. Ho worked on his fathers farm nnd attended the district school until his sixteenth year, when h entered tho United States navy as an appren- ilee, where ho served two nnd one-hal- f years. At present ho Is on the emitter Newntk. Ho wa in the remit eng'igmi nt at Santo Domingo Feb. 8. In a recent target prnetlco Wi'-eonst- It 00,000 t Judge I'etin-hnni- has rerdvd from Empcrt r WtBfiuu lu r tlii ()rd r ! the ignition of vnrlou i 'pcclal m-- i of kttoln- -' to B, iir IBstiy of Bru"rt, who vNH'd ll in eounfiy two )i am Th" distinction wn convtjH'd to Mr, l' d olof UhiihHi the mc'.lum of Amlia The OrtKr of B.nre n Vim Ft' rnburr. the Brown vm inrtttnDd in D01 by nto his coroWilliam I to com iron r t nation as king of Prussia. Once J riage. Factory Hand. ap-Poi- "Weil er-t- hat depends, replied f tho fnnth'U Mr, R. "How much alimony did you get out of your Tf find?" torior town i Ai i nro. -peak' r of t'let, tn-- i :ipit liiiere-te- In th" AH beliein divorce, W, ILutnoiid, recently 1 rhhf JuMlcn of the Fluted Kt.itmi court of In Indian i Story, was nppls lies a Dependa. In second marMr. Riimpurre-?'- ' arked th fair Do you Jnde (, Your father Do you know what that ctmnulascur. Is? WllUe Yep. Us a old guy wham dig up a hundred for a dinky picture when hi dar llttlo sons sufferin for a billy gout an' wngon! min-titi-t- Kalter Decorate American. Gmree W. Boyd, gem-ra- l im'ncer railroad. ef the Willie. gong to buy this picture, 1 innrkrted On factory ha electrical flullrons this mason. Ys, Mamma is 'Well, ymifi rrutn, tmmri'.i him to duly taw eui hitt Dinatsp't n helpful friend. Judge Raya tn I war arpolutcl to tj federal emut nt Muho;ee by primtJuil la B.ml y 1 A Cur Sign. old Flyman Rite I g to inal.n Ids pi!." 'Why do yru think no?" "Hes ror.g around blowing abnnt bow much happier a man Is wbca hes tmof." |