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ONT. “Y on bad bettergo home and change your clothes. and I hope you .will be mo: «4 careful in future.” was all the tlx: zzzizs he got as the heiress rode away and ieft him to hang himself up to (:3A ' Tom Jones was nonplused, but he waited. In the course of two or three days Dutch Pete broke loose on one of his quarterly jamborees. Dutch Pete kept the doggery at Dead Man’s Cor- ners, and when he started out to clean up the state he kept his two guns red hot. Tom figured that it would be on the bills for Pete to bear Miss Gris- comb away into the mountains, and he hovered along the Fort Wingate road as her protecting angel. His figures turned out to be way off. Miss Gris- comb and Dutch Pete met one morning at the crossing of Lame Wolf creek. and when the cowboy came up the terror had his hands raised, and the girl had a gun on line with his eye. She thanked Mr. Jones very kindly for the interest he exhibited, but she really couldn’t think of putting him to any particular trouble. Then Tom Jones prayed for a cloud- burst. Lame Wolf creek had its rise up in the mountains. At 9 o ’clock of a Summer morning it might be a mere rivulet crossing the stage road. An hour later a flood wave six feet high might be booming down as the result of a cloudburst up among the peaks. The burst came as prayed for. Miss Griscomb was on the west side of the creek when caught by the flood. and all escape seemed cut on? when the cowboy came tearing around Bull bend to rescue her. Three minutes later the girl was rescuing him. His broncho got tangled up with a mass of drift- wood and was drowned, and poor Tom had to grab the tail of the girl’s horse and take a tow to the bank. POOR T031 HA2) 'm ‘mzxn 'i‘zm TAIL 0F TILE 011:1. :3 House. stray steers when far nerer-zs the plains he saw the object of his :ispi‘ations. The blxncho on whuse back she was seated had stopped to indulge in the wild west business of bucking and jumping, and Tom inmgiued that he could hear terror stricken shouts from the rider. It was :11! imagination. how- ever. When he had reached her side after a furious burst of speed and begged the privilege of saving her life. she quietly replied: “Please don’t interfere. I rather en- joy the change.” was now up to him to bring in the heroics and start things going. He got out his Sunday togs and greased his hair as :1 btigixming. Nor was; the labor thrown away. He had hardly set forth on a hunt for Even an heiress may come to him who waits, and in due time, when her engagements permitted, Miss Griscomb. from New York. paid a visit to rela- tives at Taylor’s ranch. Tom had heard of her beauty and what a pile of mon- ey her old dad had in the bank within twenty-four hours after her arrival. It Tom Jones had read no less than six different accounts of eastern heiresses coming out west on a visit and falling in love with and marrying cowboys. Cowboys had saved them from rob« bers, Indians, stampedes and prairie fires, and their natural gratitude had resulted in love and marriage. What had happened once might happen again. Tom’s aspirations, then, ran to heiresses. He was expecting one along any day in the week and was always prepared to carry out his part of the contract. Tom Jones was a real Montana cow- boy, the genuine stuff. By that is meant that he was no consumptive son who had been sent out from Boston to try the western ozone, nor was he a student of Yale or Harvard who was picking up $30 a month to help him squeak through college. He was born to the business, knew all the ins and outs, and no one could beat him at turning a stampeding herd or throwing the lasso. It was said on all sides that there was only one thing out of kilter .with Tom J onesâ€"he had aspirations. If he had aSpired to keep three guns shooting at once or to hold four aces in every other hand of poker, he might have had the sympathy of his fellow workers, but his aspirations took a different line. Jam’s felt that he had made I. of it. thus far. but he hoped for mev to vhange things. In one smrius he had read a cowboy “Oh. it was very easy! We were sit- ting in the parlor. Pointing up at an oil painting of papa. the count took out a piece of paper and a pencil. Then he set down a dollar mark and after it placed a figure 1. Looking at me out of his big. deep. eloquent. lovely eyes, he began making ciphers after the dol- lar mark and the figure 1. When he had made four ciphers, which. with the other figure, meant $10,000, he stopped. I nodded my head for him to go on. Then he made another cipher. That meant $100,000. I nodded my head again. He made another. which raised it to $1,000,000. I [nodded for him to go ahead. He put down another cipher,â€" making it $10,000,000. Then I smiled and took the pencil from him, and he caught me in his arms andâ€"and, oh, it was so lovely! It almost seems like a dream to think that in three weeks I The repeated air 0! sad Electra's poet had the power To save the Athenian walls from ruin bare. Language Wan Not Needed. “I don't see how the count could pro- pose to you when he can’t talk any English and you don’t speak French.” Lysander bent his head and pondered on fortune’s cruel reverses. Trium- phant as Agamemnon, who could tell but that he might be reserved for a fate as cruel? The lesson of moderation was accepted. Athens was saved. Milton has immortalized this dramat- ic event in one of his best knOwn son- nets: Athens Saved by Poetry. When (B. C. 404) after :1 heroic strug- gle Athens. the “City of the \‘iolet Crown,” was captured by Lysnnder there were not wanting clumorous voices to urge that the city whose lust for empire had brought such woes on Greece ought to be laid level with the ground. The Spartan general at first lent a willing ear to his powerful allies, but while the council was still debating this momentous issue a plaintive voice was heard from the city walls chanting those noble lines from the “Electra” of Europides, that most human of the poets of Greece, in which the heroine contrasts her fallen lot with the splen- did exploits of her father, who had (lis- mantled the towers of Troy. The astonished I’hiladelphiun left the room instantly without a word. carry- ing the bottle in his hand. and Judge Carter. coming in with the next dele» gation. found the president doubled up with langhter at the success of his strategy. Before he could proceed to business the story had to he told.â€" “The True Abraham Lincoln.” “No. sir; I never did.” “Well,” remarked Lincoln, “I advise you to try it. and I will give you this bottle. If at first you don’t succeed try. try again. Keep it up. They say it will make hair grow on a pumpkin. Now take it and come back in eight or tmi months and tell me how it works." A Surprised Bore. The late Justice Carter of the su- preme court of the District of Colum- bia used to relate an incident of a Phil- adelphia man who called at the White. House so frequently and tool; up so much of President Lincoln’s time that the latter finally lost his patience. One day when the gentleman was particu- larly verbose and persistent and re- fnsed to leave. although he. knew that important delegations were waiting. Lincoln arose: walked over to a ward- robe in the corner of the 'abinet chamâ€" ber and took a bottle from a shelf. Looking gravely at his visitor. whose head was very bald, he remarked: hair?” “My son,” said the old man when he had heard the story, “did you ever hear the saying of ‘up to date?’ ” “Of course. I‘m there myself.” “And there lies the cause of your failure. Miss Griscomb is more up to date as a girl than you are as a man. You had better stop making a fool of yourself and hustle those steers around.” There was only one more hope for the cowboy hero. If he could rescue Miss Griscomb from a prairie fire, all might yet be well. A drunken Indian brought things about as he wished. It wasn’t an overgrown spectacular dis- play as far as flames went. but there was a heap of smoke and a grand op- portunity for yelling, and in due time Tom Jones started in on his work of rescue. While he was dashing through the blllows of smoke and frantically calling upon the heiress to be saved she had already saved herself. and it cut him to the quick to have her re- mark as he finally rode up to her that she didn’t like the smell of singed hair. The cowboy had played his last card, and. weary and hopeless, he sought out the Diogenes of the flock and stated his case. had saved an heiress from a stamped. and won her undying love in ten min- utes. There were 5.000 steers covering the plain between Taylor’s ranch and Lame Wolf creek. If they would only get a move on them at the right time, he would be there to do the hero's part. The steers were cheerfully willing. One morning soon after the heiress had passed down the road they lowered their heads, threw up their tails and stampeded. The move was not expect- ed by the cowboy, but by great good luck he was on hand to mix in. It seems the easiest thing in the world for a hero to cut across the front of a stampeding herd of steers and snatch an heiress from her saddle and bear her away to safety and win her eter- nal gratitude, but Tom Jones didn’t find it so in practice. As a matter of fact, he was rolled in the dust and walked on in a shameful manner, while the heiress saved herself, and when the herd had passed she helped him to find the remains of his hat and advised him to go home and keep quiet for a few days to avoid nervous fever. “Did you ever try this stuff for your “I «I‘M-’3“ A miser grows rich by seeming poor: an extravagant man grows poor by seeming rich. Doesn’t Reciprocate. “Mis’ry likes comp’ny, don’t it?” “Yes, but w'en I see it comin’ dat’s de day I don’t feel sociable.” A Discouraged Fighter. “He isn’t so much of a fighter as he used to be. ” ‘ '.No You see. he was always looking for some one who could whip himâ€"at least that’s what he said.” “Well?” “Well. he found him.” .: Jogging says he doesn't know how it is. but when his Wife says a thing it is pretty sure to come true. Mrs. Jogging (with decision)â€"â€"You’n be home at the usual time. David. David Wan on Time. Mr. Joggins (tentatively)-â€"If I should not be home at dinner time you need not-â€" The Omninreuent Scot. The London Chronicle tells :1 story of a traveler in eastern Russia who at- tended service in a Greek cllill't'll and noticed n gigantic attendant in the proâ€" cession who (loin-islied an asperge wit! great. skill. . uttering words which seemed familiar. Listening intently. the tourist made out the sentence: “It’s jist a pickle 0‘ clean cauld watter. If it does ye nae gnid it does ye nae lmirm.” After the service the attendant dis- closed himself as a Dunfermline man who had temporarlfl' taken service with the local Greek priest. Iiutto my: l):“:ltll. “There is :1 hymn with smoothing; in it about ‘Foed me 1211 I want no more? also somv one might sin: ‘ \‘c'rc going home to (line-â€" 0 mow.” ‘3 W91 :11 porsons were present who boa dad at the same place. and in their loud subs could be detected a grief 5;) enter {12:21 mere sympathy. l‘he boarder was about to settle per- manently with his first landladyâ€"- 3. '02.:91‘ C ”may. '1130 minister had been summoned. “Is there. anything you would like to haw sungâ€"«any spvoilic hymn ‘3” asked 113. good man. “You." said the boarder. with feebly “sz.” rvtumed the bishop: “but you did butter lust yem'.”, “inst ymr!" said the young man. “Why. I didn't preach at all last year.” “That's the reason. ” said the bishop. with a pleasant smile. ml at the 0nd of the service this 301111;: snip s“ :igf'ei'ed up to the bishop and said 'VVhen He Did Better. A coiohrntml bishop once sat through :1 ion}; and atrocious sermon on :1 hot szumrtzor momi g. With an immova- hiv ("ountcnzluce he listened to meta- phors that were mixed. pathos that was hatims and humor that was sad. The pr uurher was a youth just out of (°()lh‘gv-â€":l very conceited youth. 110 hoih,>wod throngh his sermon at the 1.5;». of his lungs. His gestures were \‘Eolmzt enough to break his arms. At (ivory climax he fixed the bishop with “I t‘um'y I did rather well today. sir. Don't 51m think so?" his eye to see. if a suitable inmmssion [mi been made. We are inclined to think that those who make their livingâ€"provided it is a fairly good oneâ€"in the sweat of their brow have lighter hearts than those who make it in the sweat of their brain. The high spirits which seem to be. enjoyed by domestic servants. to judge by the sounds which come up- stairs. are a case in point. Dusting. scrubbing and plate cleaning seen) to weigh on the heart far less than doc- toring journalism or the study of law or the010g'. Too often spirits are broken by overwork or by disappoint- ment in the wild struggle to sutceed which goes on among professional peo- ple. Certainly in the literarx world light hearts are generally lost ea.rl3 yet the iivht hearted man of lettms though he is rare. is the most attractix e 01’ all light hearted men. He knows how to express the music that is in his mind and is like a composer who is also an executant.--â€"London Spectator. I.“ to no Oftenor Linked With Drum Than With Duh. Is it possible to cultivate a light heart? Probably not, but all sorts of shifts have been practiced at all times to retain one. There have always been men like Thoreau and St. Francis who believed that property brought with it a heavy heart and who have refused, as did the American philosopher, to be “harnessed to his possessions.” St. Francis “cast aside every weight” that he might free himself from “idle sor- row.” He and his first disciples “loved nothing earthly and feared nothing earthly. They were secure in all places, troubled by no tears, distracted by no cares; they lived without trouble of mind, waiting without solicitude for the coming day.” St. Francis in the fastnesses of the Italian hills singing French hymns among the highway rob- bers in his whimsical lightness of heart makes a strange picture. He knew French badly, but it seemed to him the language of gayety. The founder of the Franciscans, though we are told that he possessed what was quaintly€ called the gift of tears when perform- ing his devotiOns in his cell, was never seen abroad without a smile; neither would he tolerate any appearance of heaviness in his followers. He rebuked a brother to whom a dejected manner had become habitual, saying, “My brother, repent thy sins in private, and do not appear before the community thus downcast.” The Dying Boarder. A LIGHT HEART. It is every one’s secret hope that when the time comes for. him to hand his baggage over to Death to be check- eil he will not be dramâ€"Am. J asperâ€"Very true. But he is smoking better cigars. Literally Moncy to Burn. , SI Slocumâ€"Josh Medders is back from New York, an’. b’gosh, he’s got money tew burn. Hi Korntopâ€"Gosh! Dew tell? Si Slocumâ€"Yuan; he bought $5.000 worth 0’ the stun for $150. His Plunge. Jasperâ€"Gayboy seems to be prosper ing‘nowadays. Jumpuppeâ€"I don't see why you think so. His wife and family are not wear. 111;; any better clothes. Not Seriouu. “How is your brother the poet?” “He has just undergone an operation. You would hardly recognize him; he in so alt ed." .61 God 1)” “Yes; he has had an epidermatoid growth removed from his head." “Poor fellow! Was it anything very serious?" This is why arctic explorers have. to wear coloxed “goggles" of green tinted glass; otherwise “snow blindness.” as it is called. and which is really “white blindness." is almost :1 certainty. Even in the polar regions. though. the white is not complete. The sky breaks it. If it did not no man could keep his eye- sight there without glasses. Sheer dead white. unbroken. will de- stroy your eyesight as surely as cata- ract would if you are exposed to it for a few daysâ€"â€"a week at the latest. It kills the optic nerves. and the sight goes out like a candle. while the effect on the brain is so maddening that blindness is almost a relief. On the other hand, if you are not snmtlmred with it yellow is the healthi- est. cbaericst color there is. and will make a dark room bright and habita- ble when even green would be cold and depressing. But to be well “soused” with yellow day and night. and to be unable to get away from it, would bring you to nervous madness Within two months at the outside. Green is so soothing‘that it makes a big diii’erence in the length of an illness. helping the system to fight the disease. and nearly all hospital wards have every possible detail about them colored green. Sage green is the most soothing tint of all; metallic green. however. is by no means so good. Solitary confinement in a yellow cell for six weeks will hopelessly weaken any systmn and produce chronic hys- toria. A long course of it will pro- duce foolish lunacy, and even on a guinm pig or a rabbit will drive the animal at last to bite and wound itself or reduce it to such a state of nervous- ness that it will die of sheer fright it suddenly startled. Most people imagine the sky in clear weather to be blue. It is really white tinwrd with green. It is only the dis- tance and clearness which make it seem blue. Green, on the other hand. is the king of colors, and no amount of it can do any harm. On the contrary. it soothes the Whole system and preserves the eyesi n”ht. If \ou were shut up in an artificial green light for a month it would develop 50nr eyesi lit immense- ly, but it \\ ould be fatal. lletause \\ hen you returned to the world you would be utterly unable to stand ordinary lights and colors and you would cer- tainly contract ophthahnia. or possibly destroy the optic nerve altogether un- less you were very mindful to take great care. Blue, as long as there is no trace of red in it. stimulates the brain and helps it, but its efiect on your nerves. it you are saturated with it and cannot get away from it, is terrible. Scientists class blue as a kind of drug in its ef- fects on the brain. It excites the imagination and gives a craving for music and stagecraft. but it has a reaction that wrecks the nerves. If you doubt it stare hard for a few minutes at a large sheet of bright blue paper or clothâ€"not flowers. for there is a good deal of green in their blueâ€"and you will find that it will make your eyes ache and give you a restless. uneasy feeling. A splash or two of any other color in the room would save your reason for some time longer, but dead purple would kill you eventually as surely as would foul air. Scarlet is as bad, but scarlet has a different eflect. It pro- duces what is called homicidal mania -â€"-a madness that drives its victim to kill his fellows, especially his nearest relatives. Even on animals scarlet has this en’ect. It will drive a bull or a tiger to charge a naked spear. But purple, on the contrary, brings on mel- ancholy or suicidal mania. "Not at all. He has only had his bail Purl-utteIo-tmmetm linen, and Sax-let In Nearly u led. Blue Will Stinulete the Brain, int It Will Wreck the N027“. It purple walls and red tinted win- dows surrounded you for a month, with no color but purple around you, by the end of that time you would be a mad- man. No matter how strong the brain might be, lt would not stand the strain, and it is doubtful if you would ever re- cover your reason, for purple is the most dangerous color there is in its effects on the brain, which it reaches by way of the nerves of the eye. MADNESS IN COLORS. TINTS THAT WILL TURN THE BRAIN AND INVITE DEATH. Ready For the Emergency. . “If you find it impossible to keep open your line of retreat," said the in- structor 1n the military school. “what ought you to do?" “Open up the line of advance.” w the prompt wokeâ€"Mm . , a Justice In Blind. “It ain’t no figger of speech," oom- mented the philosopher. “that justice is blind. Nothin’ happens to the man that makes the toy pistol, the teller that sells it or the guy that buy: it for his gttle boy, but the kid. who don't know no better. git: the punishment that's comin' to all the others.” An Alaskan Smoke. How would you enjoy a plpetul or wood shavings. saturated with a strong solution of pepper. as an after dinner smoke? Strange as this may seem for a substitute for tobacco it is. says the Family Doctor. nevertheless used as such by Indians along the Alaskan coast. Their months are often made raw by the practice. and the eyesight or many is an‘ected by the strong fumes. “What do you smoke?" was tho sur- prised query. “Bacon." was the prompt reply. “No. thank you.” said Sir Thomas (then Mr.) Lipton. “Although I am the biggest smoker in England I never smoke cigars.” Lipton u n “Smoker.” In his early days Sir Thomas Lipton denied himself almost every plrasuro except that of amassing a forum”. Calling one day on a consul on bllsiness matters he was on‘ered a cigar by the ofliclal. “They are here. madame; but, par- don. I’ve mislaid the hair!” . hair?" “Ah. yes. madame. but”- “Well. well. well!” sharply. “Where are they?" The Cause of the Delay. Mrs. Passe was in a hurry. She was going to a concert. and the friends who were to accompany her were waiting downstairs. She was dressing ‘ nd making things most uncomfortable for her maid. unaware of the fact that everything she said was audible down- stairs. “Annette," she cried. “how slow you are! Have you the flowers for my Success undoubtedly often covers mistakes, but human nature is (m the Whole generous, or at least good tem- pered.â€"“Rctrospect and Prospect." Sunum cuique~t0 the man belnugeth courage in gluat things. but in affairs. of small moment woman is pro-emi- nentâ€"”The Wheel of Love." Win-n prudencu :md rotiéonvv mm 03‘ guard tlw man himself. past. pr'nsx-nt :ux: :‘nmrv. mums into view.â€"â€"'°}£vm 1‘0 X'IMnnm'." \‘zm never mum bet on that u'ntn [1' there was one or tvcu things 51.1 a liker to do she wouldn’t do either them.â€"“Tioba.” Things always run in strmkswdnn't matter whether it's politics. love. farm- in' or war. Thev don t trawl alum. - “Before the Dmxn." The most agonizing fear of :1 true lover is that his lady shall think him a w -:11<ling.~"0n Satan's Mount." Sentimvmnl people are mum in live long and dip fat. Feelingmthut's the sluymzâ€"w'l‘lw Ordeal of Richard l-‘o- refill." had crossed and gone into the brush upon the farther side. One log of all the mass was rolling. and a hand show- ed at one side of it. To dart across and seize the hand occupied very few sec- onds. but to my horror I could not pull him up through the narrow space through which he had slipped. To set a foot upon the log either side the open- ing and shove with all strength was the only hope. For seconds I clung to the wrist and strained mightily. Slowly the logs separated and up he came till he was able to twist upon his stomach across a log. Half drowned as he was. he had not lost his nerve. “Do-don't let ’em squeeze back on me!” he gasp- ed. and a moment later he was on his feet. Most men would have weakened then. but he was iron. He had swal- lowed a lot of water. had been cheek by jowl with an awful death. yet he had no idea of proving false. The logs were slowly slipping farther apart and I was standing like a certain large gen- tleman of Rhodes and unable to stand much more spreading or to spring to either side. while. of course. to slip into the water meant to enter the trap he had just. escaped. In a few seconds he seized my hand and one quick haul carried me to firm footing. The logs at once closed like a gigantic trap. When we reached solid ground my com- rade almost collapsed, and for half an hour he was a very sick man. Later he said: “I held my breath as long as I could. calculatin’ you might try to get me. an'. pardner. i'll never forget that little turn. I reckon I was in a mighty tight place.” Hope is the heroic form of despair.â€" “The School For Saints.” I was trout fishing in company with a veteran timber cruiser, a man 'who knew everything about the rough bush life, says a writer in World’s Work. In time we reached a bend in the stream where a lot of small logs had jammed during the spring treshet. My comrade unconcernedly ventured upon the logs. and before I could fol- low by some mischance he stepped upon a loose one and instantly disap- peared. Had I not been looking at him it is likely I should have imagined he PICKINGS FROM FICTION. . Northern W. Upon one occasion in northern Mich- CAUGHT IN A LOGJAM. 0‘ ‘- 0t