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Show MANS TI'ernp.-i'G,We& - Go on! HEART By HUBERT HAINES by Short Story Pub. Co.) two men stood by the pile of as the refuse from a mine is called, and glared at each other with looks that would kill If hate could be molded into bullets. They were young miners, lean, fellows in with hands and their faces stained by the reek of the mine, and perspiration from the fierce heat of the noon sun flowing in little beds of white across swart cheeks and foreheads. Carrying dinner-pail- s they were making for the shade of the engine house to eat luncheon, when here on the grout pile they decided to have it out. The quarrel began months before in a trifling jealousy over their workmanship; it had been kept alive and intensified by and recently It had been inflamed to danger temperature when into their field of rivalry came a woman. This very morning they had fought down in the mine, and the foreman, after he had torn them apart and emptied on them the vials of his profanity, had assigned them to different crews. Within the hour fate brought them together on the grout pile. Tears to me, Sam Glidden, like you and me had better end this thing right now.' Whenever you say the word, Ned Terry. You won't have to call twice when you want me. Tonight If you say so. not tonight-no- w. No, said Terry, When tonight comes It must be settled for good and all. If youre a man get your rifle ahd drive out with me to Nlvo hill. Therell be nobody to disturb us there and one of us must never come back. I never refused a dare in my life, Terry, and I certainly wont refuse it from you. Lets write a paper right here to be opened two hours after we start so therell be no suspicion of murder. Then get your wagon and Ill THE iron-sinew- ed deep-cheste-d, mid-twentie- s, tale-bearer- be on '"1 to Terry. HIDDEN ( P i s; hand.. Glidden, who was the better educated, sat down on the rough rocks, tore a page out of the blank-booin which he kept his time, and wrote k this: We the undersigned, will start for Nlvo hill at half-pas- t twelve to fight it out with rifles. It will be a fair fight, and the man that is left dead on Nlvo wishes to state right now that he has no kick coming against the man that killed him. SAM GLIDDEN. NED TEItRY. This note they gave to the engineer after exacting from him a solemn promise that he would open and read It at two oclock and not before. Then with dinner pails untouched they went their several ways to make simple and deadly preparations. In thirty minutes they were both in Gliddens wagon headed for open country, their unloaded rifles tied together under the seat Glidden drove. Terry sat on a gunnysack In the rear. It would be a drive of an hour and a half to Nlvo hill. Never, It seemed, had the sun been so furnace-ho- t as it was that day. The pitiless blaze made their heads reel as they Jolted over the unshuded roads between dismal hills burned brown and bare. They rattled over crazy bridges, shambled down steep slopes, and tolled laboriously, drearily, up one ascent after another, the ancient nag looking at the end of each climb as though he must fall dead on the next. Midway of their Journey they came to the bed of a stream through the rocks ' ordered Glidden Thanks! said Terry They returned to the wagon and labored on again, each man living with his own thoughts but thoughts of a common subject where lie would aim how quickly lie could fire, how he would see ids rival stretched bleeding 0 H'e ground; or-- on the other hand how it would feel to have a cviinder of steel crashing through the brain what kind of home a grave on these bteak western lulls would make, and lmt manner of place or existence is the hereafter, a hereafter for at least one of them only a few minutes awav Glidden thought of his mother in Massachusetts, and was suddenly startled at remembering that he had given no one her address if if any thing should happen, lie turned sharply to Terry. Say, Terry Well? If youre the man to come out of this, write to my mother, will you, and try to break it a hit gently? Ill give you her address. lie stopped the horse, took out pencil and and wrote: Mrs. Samuel Glidden, St., L.nn, Mass. Terry took the paper. Say, Glid! time-boo- k, den! Yes? If luck is with you, I wi h you would drop a line to my sister. Its too late to ask anyone else, now." All right! And Terry wrote on another sheet: Miss Lucy Terry, St., Cleve land, Ohio. They drove on again. The furnace in the sky grew fiercer. The very air was too hot to breathe. It parched their throats and seeme-- to (ry )Ut from their the blood and moist lungs. Terry held his hand to ids temple to stop a throbbing as though is tlie artery would tear itself loose. before floated head ached and specks his eyes, lie gave a convulsive start of terror when a deadly mountain adder sped across the dust of the- road to escape the wheels. Turning a bend of the road they saw Nivo hill two miles away. The sight of it braced them. Glidden cracked the whip over the horse and straightened up. Terry tightened his licit an wiped the perspiration from Ids hands. Fifteen minutes more! 15ut Terrys hands wore trembling uncontrollably. He spat out a rivulet of perspiration that bail dropped into his mouth, ami swore. I low could lie kill Sam (didthn with those (ptiviring lingers and these Glid darkening eyes? Well, let Sam 1 1 1 Epidemic of Flu den kill him, he didnt care he didnt care. He was He going to sleep. would drop over this precipice and Glidden heard him fall, Jerked the horse to a stop, and flung himself over the seat. Terry was unconscious. Sweat was pouring down his face In streams, and in his look was a ghastly suggestion of death. "Hell ! Ive got to get him out of this sun, said Glidden. He lifted the limp body on brawny shoulders, and struggled with it to such shade as a thicket of dwarfed hazelnut trees afforded. There he laid his burden down, ran to the wagon for the tin cup, and started buck to the Poor devil! Funny hw spring. things work out, was his soliloquy. In twenty minutes Glidden returned, holding a dock leaf over the cup to keep the water as cool as might be. He left the roadside and was about to stride into the thicket where Terry lay, when his face went pale with sudden horror. Colled beside the unconscious man wr.s a mountain adder ready to spring. It had been gliding by doubtless when Terry made some convulsive movement that alarmed It. Now with head raised and Immovable It was watching him. Another stir from Terry and the snake must strike. A deep moan came from the prostrate man. Not a second to lose! With a shout, Glidden dashed toward the snake, whirling a slender branch that lie tore from a shrub. Down cume the rod across the adders back But the weapon was too weak. In the twinkling of an eye the brown coil whirled along the length of the stick, and two fatal fangs were driven to the hilt In Glhhlens wrist. Not a cry came from the doomed mans lips. Half dazed lie watched the snake disappear in the brush, looked at Terry wtio was now tossing restlessly, and then a faint shadow of a grim smile stirred the muscles of his mouth. His left hand still held the cup, and only n third of the wnter had been He dnslied some of it in spilled. Terris face. Terrys eyes opened for a moment and then closed, and he began to breathe stertorously. No good tryin to tell him anything, said Glidden. He placed the cup on a level rock a few feet away, and lay down. The weakness was comFunny ing ou. He closed his eyes. he murhow tilings worked out, mured. "Here I was goln to kill Ned Terry, and now Lets see! how does it go? lie gave Ids life as a ransom. Thats It. Maybe he wont he hard on a feller. Our Father Two hours later the party from the mine, led by the engineer, found them. Terry was holding an empty cup to Gliddens lips, and in delirium was Sam. calling: Had No Terror for Monk tliwsian monks at trawford, much iiglaml, have received of both In medical journals d States and England immunity from a of flu." which raged Although community. tfie ml going freely among the the monks were free from As the disease laid violent and form, the freedom much aroused nastery awe, says the be-the- ir vio-mii- e to the treatment of cancer and tuberculosis. Profiting by this study and tha experience of others, arctic expeditions during the last decade have taken large rations of canned and dried fruits and vegetables and lessened the meat diet, and as a result have come through the rigors of the arctic and antarctic free from scurvy. The Shackleton expedition relied almost exclusively on a diet of whole-whebiscuits, dried fruits and vegetables. GATHER YE ROSEBUDS The young schoolmistress asked If any hoy could bring her a bunch of flowers next morning, and met with a ready response from Jacob. Thank you, Jacob," she said. Have you a nice garden? No, please, miss, but I goes round with the morning milk, was the frank reply. Method What makes you keep on asking me if the razor hurts asked the man who was being shaved. Ive said yes' three times and it hasnt made any difference. answered the barber, I was merely trying my razors out to see which of them wants honing. Washington Star. No, Scratch for a Living novelist, who was In need of money to pay his rent, called on a friend one morning to borrow the amount. As he left lie said: Jenkins, old man, the difference between a novelist and a hen Is that they both scratch for a living, and the hen gets hers. A CLEANING Mrs. lrye You dont seem to have a vacuum cleaner, Mrs. Wnybaek? I Mrs. W. What, them things heard Mrs. Brown tell somebody they gather so much dirt you have to clean them out every day. 1 The World s Hope a Laugh I The man who takes in serious mood Each serious thought that may intrude In mind is ever tempest tossed; And he who cannot laugh is lost. Farm Drug Practice . One of the pigs Is sick, so some sugar. all em give Ilirtim I Sugar! What for? Medicine, of course. Havent sugar-cureof hams? heard )u Si lliram d The Next Best at Seals Peculiar Voyage THE CLEANER She I Do you mean to Insinuate that am a liar? 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