MAETIN, THE POSTMAN. yours is, Father Martin," he continued: listenJP'You do not "know why ituf THE EFFICACY"OF PRAYER, broken ofE^JYe iiad it hxed for half a "and your circuit isn't finished yet! that I tremble for his safety,**she con- ?g *g dollar. W Ton go, if I remember, as far as Piessis tinued, "but I will tell you. The road' rW i Some of His Distlnguislilns Cbarae- %V*Sewing-machine, 50 cents go and Lande-Gris, as well. The people an Insurance Adjuster it3elf is solitary and dangerous enough Alde m- A Brave Man's Terrible Sacrifice. ^i^m teristlcs. In Dakota. there are not waiting your arrival brother."' at all times, and he will carry upon Judge England, of this c.ty, is not A'majbrily think unkindly of the with patience, I can tell you.' However, his person a large sum of money besides ^**'The organ was scorched on one end only well known here, but throughout they'i'e in my way. wasp. They cannot forget its .there is a miserable wretch in what did tbe varnKh cost, Susie?" The Thrilling Story Concerning a Stolen the territory. Last fall while acting this country who openly declares his The prejudice is not an admirable one, TRUST ME WITH YOUR LETTERS LetterMistaken for an Assassin, Martin "Fifteen cents, pa." I'll see them safe and save you a long intention to put five feet of earth between as adjuster for an insurance company is Killed by the Man Has Saved. is some prejudices are race prejudice, "Organ, 15 centsproceed,brother. and weary journeying." them at no distant day. It is a he went to Pierre to settle a small CTranslate*d i for instance, which is the making of ll#j2 for The Cincinnati Enquirer from the "Suit of clotheswell, it's these "Thanks, "replied the postman quietly feud that dates from the time when 1 loss on household goods sustained by a r^fc French of Louis Collas, by E C. Waggener.] nations. But not this one against "but that is something I must do was a young girl, and he wishetr to that I ha\e onthe coat-sleeve ,got sv^t You have often seen him crossing the policyholder. wasps^ ,For it is really only a protest mj self.'' marry me. I held him in such horror, wet." -^ivx^sy- fields with rapid stepts, reconizable not "Well, perhaps you are rightyou however, that he has never forgiven After the judge reached Pierre, but against a vigorous personality, against i "It didn't damage it much, did it, only by his uniform cap and jacket, but miist obey orders," and talking with a me. It enrages him to see us in comfort before he called on the man, he learned the assertion of individual power. In *j Brother Wilcov?" loquacity which his companion did little and ease while he lives' in want vp 8till more by the susta'ned activity of that he and his ianiily were members the human species there are wasps to encourage, he took up the mail and viciousness. But this is not all "It did it good, Brother England," "%i his movements for to him the moS of the Methodist church and very upright strong-flighted men. whom most fear, sack which Martin had placed beside a crime was once committed in the said Mrs. Wile ox. "There was mud on ments are counted, and he has no sort of people, so the judge looked and man out of our sheer weakness, him, and began to examine it, feeling neighborhood and suspecion pointed to the sleeve and the water washed it off y& right to slacken his space. An inde- its weight and turning it about, first on him. If my husband but said the word forward to an easy settlement, as he hate, for their robustness of mind and it improved the coat." JjL tatigable walker, he fulfills his duty one side and then no the other. these suspecions would become a certainty, doubted not that they would be willing their intellectual aggressiveness. Such "I think it will be satisfactory to tho and this man be sent to the "I beg of you," said Martin, atlast agj. from the first day of the year to the to do what was fair, and he knew that do not work in wax, nor store honey. galleys. You see for yourself, Monsieur noticing what the man was doing, "to company. An\ thing else?" *4- last without rest or ceasing. When a he was himself ready to allow all that Yet the workmanship of bees, as compared Martin,v let that sack alone, You have mixed how dangerous ff^ tropical sun invites all living creatures "No-o-o, I guess not is there. was really due. It might also be with that of wasps, is the workmanship it would be for George to return up my dispatches now till I can no longer Mar a?" to repose when the weather is as cold by the Burned Mill road, and I've tell where they belong." mentioned right here that the judge of blind mutes imitating a t\ as in the frozen wildes of Siberia when "I can't thint of anything more." every reason to think that it's there The man humbly excused himself and has not, so far in Lfe, connected himself pattern by touch of fingers as compared It rains, or when it snows until the apologized for his awkwardness. "Nevtheless," "All right total 95 cents. I'll make with any church organization. with that of uncrippled and independent THIS WRETCH MAKES HIS HAUNT. roads are buried and the paths obliter- said he "the mischief is easily 1 George would be lost, Mons. Martin, you out a draft for that amount, intellect. The life history He called at the man's house, and, repaired. You have only to put them lost as sure as fate," and the poor woman ated, he must still go, across the brother," and the judge did so and of the wasp, too, is far more worthy after some preliminary conversation, on the table there and sort them over sobbed aloud? country, through the forests and the went away with more faith the of self than the hive folk. Sting? again for the places ou have not yet said: "What is the, name of this rascal, treacherous marshes, seeking for the efficac}' of prayer than he ever served." had Of course they do, if necessity arises, Mme. Andre or what does he call him- "Well, Mr. Wileo\, we might as well i houses lost in these solitudes and cut "True," said Martin, emptying his beiore. Dakota Bell. self?" and often, grateful to Providence for make out a list ot the things burned or sack and begining to look over the dispatches, off from all communication with the "Jean Bruno but you do not know the weapon, they make the necessity damaged. Just mention some of them, his interlocutor keeping at a him, for since his return to this ne ghborhood towns save by the missives which it is June. for themselves. Ought they to keep and I will note them down, and I think discreet distance, though he still managed he rarely ever shows himself his place to bring them. He makes no their talents wrapped in napkins? to throw a furtive look over the we can agree on this matter very read- O June' delicious month of June' save to threaten me when he knows my fc less than from ten to twelve leagues a post-man's shoulder. When wind and buds all sing in tune husband is absent." ily." No one likes bees better than I do. I day, following the by-paths, leaping the When in the meadow swaim the beea Suddenly there was a furious uproar The postman made no reply to this, "Well, there was a silk dress, for one have kept hives. But, after all, they And hum their diowsy melodies streams, scaling the cliffs, risking a fall in the corner of the room, and a shout but remained silent and thoughtful. thing," replied the man. are not the cattle and poultry of the insects? While pillaging the buttercup, from his meddlesome neighbor: "Quick. into some deep ravine, and wounding Jean Bruno was the name the keeper To htoie the golden honey up, They are the sheep, while the "Yeshow much was it worth? Father Martin, quick! call off yo"ur dog of the inn had called the man who had himself upon the thorns of the thickets. O June' the month of bluest skies he's strangling me!" wasps are the wild deer. The one "Seventy-five dollars." stopped him on his route. Deai to the pil&iun butteiflies, TO LOITER EVEN IS FORBIDDEN HIM, Martin obeyed, and catching Kep, 'After all," he thought to himself, resents routine, the other one prote's.J "Ah, urn, Mr. Wilcoxexpensive Who seem gav-colored leaves astiay, For the hour of return is fixed by law, whose fury contrasted strangely with his heart contracting with a spasm of against routine. What poetry is there dress." Blown down the tides of ambei day the letters which he brings back with his habitual gentleness, by the skin of dread, "perhaps a letter was stolen in the lives of bees-as compared wih O June' the month of merrj song, "It was," interposed Mrs. Wilcox, the neck he dragged him to the chimney him must depart with the out-going from me despite my caution, and perhaps Of shadows buef, of sunshmp long. that ot wasps?in the tame citizoush "it was my wedding diess and cost corner and forced him to lie down. it was the one for which Mme. mail, and the slightest infraction of All things on earth love vou the best, of the artilicial hive, the machinemade All these little mishaps irritated 3125. I wouldn't have taken 6500 for Andre is looking." this programme would have the gravest The bird who caiols near his nest, Martin greatly, and he was conscious Reassuring the unhappy woman as honey comb, as compared with it." The wind that wakes and, singing, blows consequences. as he returned to his work of a decided best he could and promising to seek the romance of the woodland combmaker? "Er, yes, very likely anything else?" The spicj peifume of the lose, Father Martin, as he was called her husband and put him on his guard And bie, who sounds his muffled horn Both b?e and wasp need "There was a sewing-mach.ne, worth throughout the countryside, had followed as soon as he reached the city, he hastened FEELING OF DISTRUST To celebiate the dewy morn 'ioney but the latter, when he has not 160." And repugnance toward this man, who, to depart oppressed by a feeling the business of postman for Aud even all the stars above the leisure (or the wJl) to-gather ik for "Sixty dollars, eh? Now you see whether consciously or not, had been of pain and terror which he could not twenty years. An ex-soldier, thanks At night aie happier for love, the cause of them alL At this moment itself, goes after the foimer. "What, explain even to himself. Unfortunately, sewing-machines have a more fixed As if the mellow notes of ninth to the irreproachable conditions of the the latter, as if to investigate the progress the rcuit that day was unusually ho, there! it criesi "You bumbling Weie wafted to them trom eaith value than silk dresses. I can get the service which grants its patronage of the storm, went to the door long and in spite of the activity with O June such music haunts 30m name: fellow, in your jerkin of wooly brown, best sewing-machines made for $85." as a signal favor, he had obtained from and opened it. A wild gust of wind which he leaped the hedges and ditches, With AOU the summer'^ chorus came' stand and deliver!"and the bee does. the postal bureaubrillianteand of th canton the "Not one like ours. It cost $75 and and rain swept into the apartment, his exalted and plunged through the swollen St Nicholas. of A pirate of the air? a highway man scattering the letters and papers spread streams, he was behind time when he priviledge of receiving fifty franks a was worth every cent of $60I couldn't rou 1 upon the table, and filling the place of skyey loads and heathb? No, no reached the parish office. month as salary. Yet Martin was not think of taking any less,' said Mr. a1 Came to Confusion. with a cloud of mingled smoke and not at all. This is the way of courageous "Yes," answered the receiver, to a -4 i Wilcox. John B. Gough used to tell of a man ashes. whom he had gone at once on his arrival genius, that knows how to take position, though he perfectly understood "Pass it for nowgive me someththing who, while dunking from a bowl of Martin uttered a cry of anger. "there was a letter for Mme. its responsibilties and its duties. the bricks which the diligent mechanical else." "Bah!" said the one who had caused punch swllowed a spool of silk, and Andre, and you cariied it out, More- Every body knew and liked the little student has been piling up into regular the accident, "that is nothing I'll "Parlor organ injured fully $100 over," his colleague continued, "some tindmg the end in his mouth, attempted .grayhaired postman with the complexion heaps his brick-yard, and to pick them all up in a jiffy." And paying one has been here at every mail asking worth." of brass, but whose limbs possessed to draw it out. The silk unwound. no attention to the command to build beautiful houses with them. Left the same question." the suppieness and strength of "I can get a pretty good new one First with one hand aud then with the "let them alone,'' as Martin preferred All this was a thunderbolt to Father alone, they would have been piles of -steel they knew him, as I say, and for that amount." other, he pulled. But still no end. to attend to his own business, he began Martin, for he saw at once that the what was better still, appreciated him br.cks, and nothing more, forever and "Not like ours, mister," siid one of Longer and longer grew the thread, the pursuit of the scattered packages. responsibility for what might occur for his scrupulous observance of rules, a day. But a better man oomes along But, when they had picked up the large girls, "it cost $250." while his hands, now right and left, rested upon him, and and upon him though he never refused to them a favor *U and bravely possesses himself of them. all they could find, the postman, after alone. He flew rather than ran to the wove back and forth from his lips to provided it coincided with his work. "Can't allow you so much, I'm afraid. a careful examination, still seemed disturbed "You can go aud rummage for more,"i carriage stand which made the service There was not a coiner of his circumspect arm's length. What else?" V^ and troubled. between the railroad station and the he saj-s to the toiler among the clay on that he had not traveled from At last in terror, he ci iocl out to his. "I lost a suit of clothes," said Mr. "What's the matter?" said his companion. city. George Andre had arrived, and time to time with only the company of that is your life-workto make bricks. I^*- wife, "Betsey'. Help! Murdei! I'm all Wilcox, worth $70." "Do you miss au departed immediately afoot for his village the birds and his wolf-dog Kep, and Mine is to bu Id with the bricks which "I can't tell but it seems to me I had home. Martin felt as if he unraveling!" not a hamlet or dwelling in the rcuit "Now, look here, my friend, I don't you make." Of course, the bee buzzes E, another letter." to reach which he could not tell you The story is paralled by one told of believe your clothes cost that much," WOULD SWOON WITH HORROR and says: "You musn't you really "Nonsense you couldn't have had it the miles required, almost to the exactitude a young man in Providence, who, having The prospect of a catastrophe for which returned the judge, beginning to get ought not. I want the honey myslef j^f and if you did, you left it at the office." of a metre. Neither was he one he alone was to blame rose up before bought a pair of troupers, wore warmed up. "Possibly," said Martin to himself, to spare himself, no matter what the to fill a cell with The wasp replies: him like a nightmare. He could see them the first t'me to a party. Hair "I tell you they did they cost $80, continuing to rummage and search beneath weather, a half hour's search by throwing "Deliver, or \ou are a dead bee." Or nothing but the anguished face of the parted in the middle, faultless linen, the furniture and in every con* aside into a ditch some worthless Mid I'm not go ng to let no insurance frightened wife, the wondering eyes of suppose they argue more calmly: & ceivable place that a letter could hide brilliant necktie, shining boots, and circular or letter of doubtful address. sompany beat me out of it, either. You the two little children, and this man, "What are you doing?" demands the but not finding any thing he fiually concluded If the destination could notj be found his new trousers all made him vain of this loving husband and father, returning just do this thing fair or get out and wasp, Going home with my honev- 4 that his memory had played him he returned with it at once to the bureau with a heart full of joy to meet his appearance, and led himi to think Q" I'll sue your old company." false for, without seeming to do so,' 5 bag," replies the other. "Wl of the canton. death almost on his threshold, and that every one in the room was admiring he had watched his companion as he "That's right, Henry," said his wife, "To fill a cell with." "W/, .^It through the fault of his friend, Martin A SLAVE TO ORDERS, h.m. had gathered the letters together, and Punctual as a clock, with a discretion "we're- not going to let any traveling the postman! then? When the cell is filed what 1 it was impossible that ho could have All would have gone well if the which discouraged all curiosity, He hesitated not an instant, not even insuraee agent beat us out of what belongs shall 3 ou do?" "Shut it up and begin pocketed one without his seeing him. young man had not, as joung men every where was his coming welcomed, long enough to enter his own house to us." another," is the reply. "And then?" Nevertheless, he bitterly regretted ever and when he was seen entering the he must be at the crossing of the Burned with proud heads will do. looked often The- children appeared to look at it having put his foot in the house, an instinctive "Fill that up, too, and begia another." viliages the children ran to meet him, Mill road before Andre could possibly with satisfaction at his feet and abhorrence impossible to in the same way, and the judge didn't Imagine the generous fury of the wasp! and the dogs received him with joyous arrive then*. legs. shake off having seized upon him in regard see much encouragement, when a plan barkings. But to the offer of a cup of Those who saw bim passing absorbed "Oh, thou mutton-headed fly I And is to this man, and besides it was But charmed with himself, and casting cider or a bit of bread the postma,n in- Suddenly struck him: in thought, and seemingly unconcious that the end of lifeto fill cells with 'tim pressed and contrary to the usual principles and "no1 eyes once too oftem at the variably said of every thing about him, watched him "Brother Wilcox," he said solemnly, honey and eat none? To sweat all the habits of discretion which the postal he disliked to contract social obligations. new trousers, he discovered a bit of wonderingly. service impresses upon all its agents: "we must ask for help in this matter," summer through and have ms harvest ,_ What grave affair could provoke such thread on his leg. He seized it to pick "To keep at a distance all who do not "Whati"' said Brother Wilcox, looking of your toil? O thou gross one I Thou His record at the office was equally breathless speed from a man who had it off, but it clung. lv' merit confidence." at him. honcy-grubber! Thou miser of honey- good, and the Chief more than once regretted but Just returned from his route worn Conversation so absorbed him that, that the parsimony of the Government out with fatigue and hurry? A fourth In the meantime the storm had passed "I say we must make this business bags! Perpetually filling for others to for a few minutes, the thread was forgotten. did not permit him to acknowledge of the distance from the mill he learned away, and a brilliant sun warmed a matter of prayer. You and your excellent voidand without the. wat to- see that such loyal services. that Andre had passed some time and lighted the landscape with its But, later on, the new trousers wife here belong to tlie Methodist thou art the sport of spendthrifts. Out ,,_ -ago, the joy of return lending wings to cheerful rays. As the postman entered again attracted his eyes and once church, I believe?" of this! Give up your honey, or, odd 1 his feet as the hope of averting a misfortune the adjoining village a woman rose One morning about the middle of more he saw the thread. With tirmer "Yes, sir do you?" zooksl this rapier at the end cf me*\ had lent wings to the feet of from the doorstep, where she had been '"October Father Martin departed on grip he seized it, resolved this time to Martin. Nevertheless, he was far in awaiting his arrival, and ran to meet his usual rounds. The weather was "I've been a member of that church shall rid the world ofi a .'skull/#' get rid of it. advance of the postman unless he cut him. She was still young and pretty, frigtful, and as it had rained incessantly Eor thirty years. Let us pray and see vaiiet." But, like the s-t Ogood across the country and made directly, A strong pull was too successful! though at the moment with a look bf for more than a week, the roads if our way does not become more clear citizen that he is, the bee c/* refuses regardless of obstacles, for the old mill worry and anxiety clouding the brightness 'were quagmires, the brooks torrents The thread seemed to be endless. It in this matter." to surrender, and then woe him, the itself, a more difficult and dangerous of her face. and what leaves remained upon the came following the energetic pull so So they all knelt down and the judge poor honest fellow in his &. ian coat. path to pursue, of course, but that trees were so rotten and sodden with "Of course you've a letter for me, readily as to run out a yard or more, mattered little if it brought him there ted in prayer. He could not remember 'the water that they attorded not the Mon. Martin, have you not?" For my gentleman whips out his bodkin, unraveling a. yard of the* seam, and fint. slightest shelter from the storm. The "No, Mad. Andre nothing for you having done such a thing since on and there is an end of the bee. Making all haste he could, night had postman, however though drenched to to-day." leaving a gaping rent in the trousers' a certain occasion when he tumbled Inishort, there is~a great deal to say fallen when Martin arrived at the the skin, marched with the impassibility "But how strange that is!" Mad. leg. clown anol well while he was a boy, about the wasp, and in its tavor. Its place, truly a prop.tuous spot for an of the true soldier, who never discusses Andre persisted. "My husband was The youngr man in confusion sidled but he speedily got the hang of it* He soldierly ways, so-."smart" and alert ambusha narrow cut between high nor dreams ot evading orders. to have written to me to-day without away to tha-dressing-room,, where he the lancer in the field, a gladiator at li, struck in on the heathen in foreign embankments, on both sides of which He had partially distributed his dispatches, fail. You don't know how his silence pinned himself up, and then went need. When they go abuoad it is with clusters of trees and shrubery form an lands, made a tonching appeal for the but his circuit was far from troubles me," and she shivered and military motionsscouting, skirmishingj. impenetrable shade. Every moment ended, when he came to the Auberge home, takiag no delight in his varied turned so deathly pale that Martin sick and. needy, remembered distant flying clouds floated across the face of of Sebastian, an inn, or rather a miserable hurried her into the house and placed foraging, fighting. And the nest adornments. friends, touched on the church, and the moon, whose pallid rays shining wine-shop at the entrance of the her a chair by the fire. is a. citadel. There is no "bumbling" church extension in the west, and through the veiling mist still more forest, and which had for its clientage "You will surely receive a letter tomorrow, variety of the wasp, no "bumble" wasp. Plantation Philosophy. wound up with an appeal for the little increased the sinister aspect of the the manufacturers of wooden shoes Mad. Andre," he said to her, TJisy make very little imss about what band who had gathered together tn adjust landscape. Suddenly the noise of an Grabbin.' de 'tumties^oT dis heah life' who dwelt in the neighborhood and kindly. "The delay of a day is very thsy do. Yc^ometinaes, when they go approaching footstep caught Martin's came there for groceries and alcoholic a certain insurance loss. The readily explained. Something unforeseen is like gedierin' apples*. If you geder by* there is slang pat your ear a sound ear, It was of course, George Andre stimulants. has simply prevented it's reaching judge grew very impressive, and asked 'em too soon da's gceen, an' ef yer like a rifle-bullet not like the bees of coming, and after all his hurry only the office in time for the mail Theie "Hello! Mr. Postman," shouted a for strength for himself and his- good waits tclong da's rotten. "a full content," bt an eager racing five minutes behind him. He would go is no need to worry yet." sroice as he passed the door "won't brother and devout sister and also their Toice that has an objective point before De frien' dat praises- yer ter yer face to meet hiuu "I know all that, Moas. Martin," you bide a bit till the storm has passed, children, that they might adjust the it. Thus they ke6p life from getting All at once there was a blinding flash, an' talerbout yer whea yer's gone, she responded: "nevertheless I can not and give me some information which loss even as it should be adjusted that stagnant.,,, Manv insects would go to a sharp report, and as Martin dropped understand his silence. You know, of I'm greatly in need of?" puts me-in m.ne o' dfo man dat will tell sleep altogether if it were not for tho to the earth, a ball through his lungs, they might all know the true price of course, that he has been in the city for Turning"about, Martin saw that this yer cWtmif an' den steal er hat. a heavy stick descended upon the head wasps, who. aie forever reconaoitering I two months past, engaged on work silk dresses and sewing-machiaes and invitation was addressed to him by a It aia't offen dafe yer sees er good] of his assassin, and ne lay beside his that will bring him in a great deal of other people's premises. Just as nature I a man standing in the doorway, with store clothes. He endaed in a particularly !JT pussoii! come irum, er bad family. It's victim, lifeless money also that he has received a little his hands in his pockets and a pipe in keeps a hawk hung up intshe air to touching manner: his-voice trembling, Mad Andre, unable to ovefdcmte her heritage which he intended to collect. mighty seldum diat yer see r ros^t his mouth. As teach tba-gronndlings that "life is not and when they arose tears stood nervousness, had gone to meet her husband. That is all arranged now, and he told growjii* in er patahi o* dog fennel. all beer and skittles," so she always*! THE RAIN WAS FALLING IN TORRENTS in, tho eyes of the entire party.. Wileox Returning quietly by a cross, me he would write so that the letter S At the moment, and the wind blowing has a wasp oa hand to repress the ideaJ| lb peers ter me like happiness is oae path that led them behind the mill, the grasped the judge's hand*, pressed it impossiblewould reach me this morning, to tell &X> violently that he found it of perpetual gayety among .nsects. It. o*do accidents o dis life. Jt!t's sorter strange behavior of a man crouching me that he himself would be here by fervently, and said: 5,,*.,/^? *7 to keep the road, Martin decided to see is the JaScoo of the dipteroas folk. fio"P in the undergrowtha man who his. like good luck jer's got ter be bailt nightfall. To-morrow the farm of La what it Was he wanted, particularly as too, when it is not at wo*k, there is. a wife insisted was no other than Jean "Brother Englaad, lsfc us begin Mere is to be sold, and he was to bid tax"-it ur it ain'tgwine ter stay widyer. tbe exigencies of the service in no wise delightful idleness about the wasp^^r Bruno himselfhad caught Andre's-attention. on it. It is an occasion that $kfi$k again." ^i^.% prohibited his accepting shelter in cii*cumstances Arhansaw Traveler. thorough complete vacancy which^t The rest we know. like these. WILL NEVER COME AGAIN, "Yes, leto us beg&f *agaTni brother,'" 1 enough to send a honey-bee mad to see?. Little- Dot's Ingenuity. But I would have him miss it a thousand "He has died for you, George," said He entered the auberge, as requested, 4 returned the judge. But for myself I hold perpetual laborj times over rather than have him Mad. Andre, sadly, as, leaning over therefore, and, placing himself before "Now, the dress- first. Maria was. -^Little Dot (laughing-Why Dick, in bominotion, and believe my hatred') come without apprising me." the prostrate body, they saw by theeap ^the logs whifch crackled on the hearth, it the calico cat the ginghain?"^asked what's the Matter? and uniform that it was their friend of it justSt. e/iowne*"* Gazette. But why, Mad. Andre What difference he asked the man "What was his de- the postman. would it make P" Wilcoa of his wife. Uf sire?" Little ekI's mo3t dead. I just But Martin was not dead. He lived, "The difference that wicked designs "To know the hours the mails go out "Ititit was the ealico, Henry."" took some awful stuft^/ J.^f, F,**ji Popular Science. but only long enough to tell them how against him would always make. In and come in, and a dozen things besides, "One calico dress, Brother Eng- "That what your mamma put on the Susie"Oh, mamma, I'll the letter which apprised Mad. Andre the night time a bad deed is easily Father Martin," he answered, land." 1 of her husband's coming had been stolen disobey you again," fyt. hidden, and, as you know. Monsieur with a laugh, approaching the fire and "Worth abSut 40 cents, Brother "Yes she left it there iia a*"cup an* from him, and how, determined to Martin, there are two roads by which stirring the flames till the postman Mamma"Why, Susie, avert the consequence of even an unintentional Wilcox?" told me not to touch it, 'eause it was. you reach hereone, though longer, is steamed like a turkey cooking in its 5 you done?" -y breach of duty he had hastened safe but it is the other one, by the juices., **Not more thin that, was it,Maria?" for pudding, an' when she went oui I Susie"Well, I draH to the mill. burned mill, that I fear my husband "You know me, then," curiously regarding Not more than 30, Henry. I had took a great big swallow, an' it's eastor lunch and than atea piekle s^id th "Through my fault," he murmured, will take, particularity as there is a his interrogator. rif worn it all summer." A^ oil." milk said to the pickle,. *Get out' anc*| "your life was imperiled it was neighbor whom he wishes to see .on 'Of course I know you. Who ^%'*Dress, 30 cents go oa, Brother "Yes, she, said you ought to take that mine should be given in atonement" and the pickle said, *I won't?' anthey that road" doesn't in these parts? But, ho, Mad. Wilcox." 1 some, an' I told her how to, fix it A moment later Martin, was ^Rosier, brih# out some glasses and "Well," began the postman, trying CQ haying an awful time!"-' deadl Omaha World- *The sewing-machine, gat' the leal some eau de vie! What a dog's life to quiet her fears but she refused to Life^ ^S 'M iStrrPa 3 S -A,