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CITY BIRD AND COUNTRY BIRD.
[Lines suggested by the wight on a
street In New York, of a bird drinking
from the water In the gutter ]
The city bird drinks from the muddy
stream
That flows by the curbstone down;
The country bird drinks from the brook-
let clear,
Nor thinks of the bird In town.
The city bird chirps In the lonely trees
That cheer with their green the street;
The country bird's song in tho woodland
cool
!• Joyous and free and sweet.
The bricks and the stones and the build-
ings high.
The city bird's nest surround;
The country bird lives amongst waving
trees.
Where beauty and peace abound.
Amid the bustle and traffic and din.
The city bird's strain will be heard.
For Ood who is pledged the sparrows to
Count
Witt slight not the city bird.
And the country bird's song from the
forest troe
Will be heardi t y Ood above;
Fur the city and eountry bird alike
Shalt Ahare hi the Father s love.
Oh, read then the lesson that's written
here.
Just as plain as plain can be:
Wherever our lot, let us do our best
And be sure that the I,ord will see!
—J. A. O., In N. Y. Observer.
GAMBLING
WITH FATE
By WILLIAM WALLACE COOK
Aathor of"Tbe GoM < leaner« A Story of
the Cyanide Tank*," "Wilbf • l>*n,"
"RU Friend the Enemy," Kogera
of Butte," Km., Bto.
(Copyright, IMM, by William Wallace Cook)
I CHAPTER XVI}.—CONTINUKD.
' He was caught by Payton, Lenyard
end Uldnn and, tor a apace, struggled
furiously but frulllossly, dazed by re-
■tBtance and blinded by tbe light.
"Hands off!" he snouted, quieting a
little when lie saw the uselessness of
bis efforts. "Let me at that man! I'll
kill him!"
"No, you won't!" cried Merrick
"I've got charge of this man, Murga
troyd, and there'll be no gun-play.
Take tbe weapon away from him,
Doc."
The weapon was wrenched from
Murgatroyd's clutch.
i "Is that you, Merrick?" asked Mur-
catroyd, ceasing all attempts to get
away and brushing a hand across his
eyes.
"Big as life," answered the marshal.
I "How Is it that you and all these
others are here?"
"We heard the row and rushed up
bo see what was going on."
"You came in time Merrick, Nate
Darrel wasn't killed by that explo-
sion!"
"Hey?"
"I say," declared Murgatroyd, "that
Nate Darrel wasn't killed by that ex-
plosion on the War Eagle tr^.il Take
charge of him, for there he sits beside
jou. He's not McCIoud but lias shaved
off his beard and Is masquerading in
McCloud's clothes I know McCIoud
and I know Darrel, and 1 swear to you
that that man is Darrel!"
The marshal, too far gone for words,
dropped back in his chair.
Ml*> *k« Dam) played that cum
(or me."
He took a half-step towards Darrel,
his face bloodless and his eyes bright.
"Watch your man, Lenyard," said
the marshal gruffly.
"Keep back, Roy," said Dr. Payton.
"This man may be McCIoud, after all.
The testimony of the ring Is not suffi-
cient. It may have been stolen."
"Then." said Darrel calmly, "let me
shield McCloud's reputation to the ex-
tent of saying the ring was not stolen.
It 1b. perhaps, the only ring of its kind
in the United States, and it lias not
been out of my possession during the
last six years."
'Then you are Nate Darrel?" asked
Lenyard huskily.
"Yes."
This avowal sent the marshal off on
another tack.
Sure he says he's Darrel. Why
not? As McCIoud he stands convicted
of the murder of Sturgis. Under those
circumstances most anyone would
rather be Darrel than McCIoud.
We'll have to have better proof than
the ring. Murgatroyd knows the ring,
and Lenyard seems to; but4.be balance
of us don't."
"Supposing you are Darrel," said
Payton, "why did you assume that dis
guise?"
"It was convenient." answered Dar-
rel; "and besides, directly after that
explosion, It was hardly safe for me to
go anywhere as my true self."
"How did you escape the giant pow-
der?"
Darrel eased their minds in this re-
spect.
"Jupiter!" muttered the marshal,
wagging his head. "That's too mlrac
'ions to be true."
"Now tell us how you came to pose
as McCIoud," said Payton.
DatTel did so, at length, and on his
auditors the wonder grew. The mar-
shal was derisive in his unbelief.
"Now, look," said he, expatiating.
"Here goes off a powder explosion, out
of which Mr. Man, there, is snaked by
the lines and bits of the runaway
, bronks. That's a hard one to take
down, but It ain't the hardest. He's
In pretty bud shape, you see, with peo-
ple hunting after him to lynch him
b'it oursuading themselves that he was
ground into powder and scattered over
about all outdoors.
"It's a pretty hard row of stumps
for this man Darrel, but he walks from
the powder explosion right into nn
old shanty where there's a dead man
«u understood tad the clerk left thelwoald y*a ttke to eoanH a
room wKh alacrity.
"If we can prove Qlenn's story,"
said Lenyard, "we make It plain that
Darrel did not shoot Sturgis."
And if you can prove this man's
story," put in the doctor, nodding at
Darrel, "you make it plain that he is
not McCIoud and, therefore, an inno-
cent and injured man."
I think we can do so," returned
Lenyard briefly.
A silent anticipation of some mo-
mentous event fell over the group in
the office, heightened by the gradual
approach along the hall of shuffling,
painful steps. Then the stroke fell and
brought every man up, standing.
Glenn came in supporting a droop-
ing, disheveled form—a piteous specta-
cle, truly, unshaven, unkempt, ragged
and dust-covered. With his month's
growth of beard, the tottering man re-
sembled Darrel, and Darrel's clothing
heightened the deception. But the
bearded cheeks were hollow and the
eyes bloodshot.
"A chair!" said G'.enn, for the form
had pitched forward as though about
to fall. The clerk held the swaying
man while Darrel pushed a chair for-
ward and helped, with strange gentle-
ness, to lower the man easily Into the
seat
A racking sob burst from the man
and his head drooped forward into his
shaking bands.
"Who are you?" asked Lenyard in a
pitying tone. "Please tell us who you
are?"
"Junius McCIoud," came the almost
Inarticulate response. "I—I have come
to—to give myself up, I am the one who
killed Sturgis."
kretr , j>1
I want no tawyere," said McCIoud,
decisively. " and If everything Is cat
told now It may never be."
Get pen and paper, Lenyard," said
Merrick, "and sit at the desk."
"That's right," said Payton. "Take
down everything, Roy."
In a few moments Lenyard wae
leady and had Jotted down the sub-
stance of what had already been said.
You were talking with Murgatroyd,
you say, Mr. McCIoud?" resumed Dr.
Payton.
Yes."
You came here by appointment?"
1 was in Sandy Bar and Murga-
troyd sent for me; told the stage driv-
er to tell me that I was to come here
at once."
What was Murgatroyd doing when
you entered the room?"
Walking up and down like a caged
animal. He had a letter in his hand."
Did he tell you anything about the
letter?"
He read It to me. It was from
Nate Darrel and said that he—Darrel—
was in town awaiting Murgatroyd's
pleasure, and could be found at Hawk-
bill's."
McCIoud seemed to gather strength
as "he proceeded. Excitement was
buoying him up for the ordeal.
"You knew there was a feud be-
tween Murgatroyd and Darrel?"
"Murgatroyd told me. He said that
Darrel was in Sandy Bar and must not
get out of the camp alive. He said
that I was to help him put Darrel out
of the way."
[To Be Continued.]
I
NO CAUSE FOR COMPLAIKT.
IT'S KAI.SK.'' CK1KD Ml'ROATROYD;
"AND YOU KNOW IT S FALSE."
CHAPTER XVIII
DARREL'S DOUBLE.
A bomb, suddenly exploded In the
midst, of those in the office, could not
have caused greater consternation than
the furious words of Murgatroyd. The
ease had been proved against Murga-
troyd, then shifted to McCIoud, and
now McCIoud was said to be Darrel
and Darrel was known to be inuo-
cent.
Merrick, as soon as he had recovered
himself a little, gave vent lo a hollow
groan. Lenyard stared at Darrel like
one in a trance.
"Gentlemen," said Darrel, who was
*ht first to speak, "if Mr Merrick will
\ut the irons on Murgatroyd, we will
make him prove what he says."
Merrick would not leave Darrel's
side, but tossed the handcuffs to Glenn.
"Snap 'em onto him. Glenn," said
he, "I'll stay right here until we can
get head anil tall to this Chinese puz-
ile. Different things have been hap-
pening so quick that I'm blamed if 1
know whether I'm afoot or horseback
Mebby Sturgis wasn't killed at all; and
if he was. here's Doc and me left yet.
I'm expecting some one to blow in and
prove that we did it."
In same trepidation, Jim Glenn
snapped the bracelets about his em-
ployer s wrisis. Murgatroyd was then
leaterl near the light and Merrick
banded one of his revolvers to Len-
rard.
"Get close to him," said the mar-
hal, "and if he makes a move to bolt,
•hoot him "
Like one In a dream Lenyard took
the revolver and placed himself at Mur-
tatroyd's side. Murgatroyd was deep-
ly perplexed Darrel himself seemed
to be the only one In the office who
tiad kept his head
"You say I am Nate Darrel, Murga-
troyd," said he. "Ilow can you prove
It?"
"Hold up your left hand," said Mur-
tatroyd, "there, In the lights."
Darrel did so
"Anyone who knows Darrel," went
m Murgatroyd. "will know that ring
There isn't another like It In the
Jolted States."
"It's—It's Darrel's ring," gasped I.en
rard. "I saw It that night in Hawk'
—a coaiplete stranger, mind you. but
lookln' enough like that same Darrel
to be the other half of a twin combina-
tion. Not only is Darrel's double lu
the shanty, but tliey's letters to show
who he Is. and shaving things for Dar-
rel to fix himself up with, and clothes
for him to wear, and a cayuse for .lim
to ride. The whole lay-out couldn't
have been made to order any better,
could it. now? It was altogether too
neat, and things don't happen that
way."
"Don't you think I'm Nato Darrel?"
asked Darrel.
"If you are," and the marshal
snapped his lean Jaw#, "it's dollars to
dimes you never found no dead man in
no slianty."
Then, how did I get this outfit?"
How, you say? Why, pilgrim, it's
just possible you bushwhacked the
stranger as he was coming along the
trail, laid him out for reasons speci-
fied anil which anyone can understand."
Payton had been examining the
ebonj -handled revolver taken from
Murgatroyd. Seemingly he paid lit-
tle attention to the line of argument
pursued by Merrick.
"I didn't expect to find It so," said
the doctor, "but tbe bullets In this gun
are marked." He turned to the mar-
shal. "How would that man know
about the marked bullets, Merrick, un-
less he was Darrel, and did the mark-
ing himself?"
Merrick squirmed uneasily. Murga-
troyd. suddenly brought back to his
own situation, paled a little and shook
his manacled hands.
"What's this for?" he asked. "What
have I done to be treated like this?"
"You paid Jim Glenn $100 to keep
away from the coroner's Jury when his
testimony would have proved Nate
Darrel's innocence."
This from the doctor, with a hard
look.
"Does Glenn say that'.'" stormed Mur-
gatroyd, his snapping black eyes on
his clerk.
Glenn raised a trembling hand to bis
forehead and began to whimper out an
excuse.
"it's false," cried Murgatroyd. "and
>ou know It's false. Sturgis was a
friend of mine—why. he dealt faro for
me tn Hawkblll's!"
I-enyard caught Glenn's eye and
nodded towards Die hali. The gesture
CHAPTER XIX.
DARREL'S INNOCENCE PROVED.
There followed a long pause during
which the wild music and hilarious
shouts from the dance-hall were wafted
to the group In the gambler's office.
In the presence of suffering like Mc
Cloud's the festive sounds were incon-
gruous and brutal.
"Did you know this all the time,
Roy?" asked I'ayton, in a low tone.
"I did not know he was McCIoud,"
answered the young man. "He was in
a stupor, apparently, and we could get
little out of him. We thought he waa
Nate Darrel.'.'
Lenyard ran to Darrel and took him
by the hands.
"How wonderfully this has come
about, Mr. Darrel," he went on, in
a voice full of emotion. "I believed in
you all the time and did what I could
to establish your innocence, but It wat
not until this afternoon that the cardt
were placed in my hands that helped
me win this game for you. McCIoud
walked Into camp and Glenn was
among the first to see him. Glenn
thought he was you, and took him to
bis own lodgings and made him at
comfortable as possible, then came to
me. knowing I was about the only
friend Nate Darrel had in the camp.
"We could get nothing out of Mc-
CIoud and I also thought he was your-
self. Your arrival on the Anaconda
stage—you, whom I thought to be Mc-
CIoud—all but carried me off my feet.
I followed you covertly and arranged
for Dr. Payton and the marshal to
wait in front of Kallper's after you
and Murgatroyd had come up here.
"Glenn had told me—spurred to re-
morse at slsht of the man we thought
to be you—of his discoveries here on
the night of the murder. It was our
Intention to confront you and Murga-
troyd with Darrel and do what we
could to get the whole truth. God
knows. Darrel, how much this moment
means to me."
A mist was in the young man's eyes.
He averted his face and would have
withdrawn his hands had not Darrel
clung to them.
"And I know, for the first time," re-
turned Darrel with feeling, "the worth
of a true friendship."
He shook the young man's hands
and released them. Turning to the
doctor and the marshal he added:
"Gentlemeu, you have doubted my
words—"
"Confine that remark to Merrick,"
broke in the doctor; "I was more than
half convinced all the time."
"Thank you," said Darrel. "There
is an opportunity, now, to prove every-
thing I have said. As to the explo-
sion on the War Eagle trail, the mere
fact that I am here is evidence that
that part of it is true."
Darrel sat down and all eyes were
fixed on McCIoud. Murgatroyd leaned
liihpl.' back in his chair and gazed va-
cantly at the ceiling.
Merrick paid little attention to Dar-
rel. Passing over to McCIoud he
raised his head and endeavored to
press a flask of liquor to his lips.
With sudden strength, McCIoud
pushed the flash aside.
"1 don't want that," he said huskily.
"Whisky and cards have been Ihe ruin
of mo—whisky, and cards and—and
M urgatroyd."
Murgatroyd dropped his eyes from
the celling and fixed them on McCIoud
with a sneering smile.
"Keep your devilish looks off of
me!" muttered McCIoud, in i passion.
"Take that man away." he went on.
addressing the others, his voice quiver-
ing with excitement.
Murgatroyd was not taken away but
Payton drew his chair in front if him.
"You say that you are Junius Mc-
CIoud?" said the doctor.
"Yea."
"Do you know Jack Sturgis?"
"No."
"You know he was murdered?"
"It's that that has haunted me and
made life a hell for the last month,"
was the sighing, helpless response.
"You were In these rooms on the
night the murder was committed?''
"I was In that private room, there
with Murgatroyd, Ihe night Sturgis
was shot." He fluttered one hand
toward the other apartment.
"Are you willing to tell us every
thing, here and now, Mr. McCIoud, or
Hie Hoof Wax Sol Leaking on IbCT
Captain, It Waa Only the
l.amp.
Capt. W. S. Cowles, of the new bat-
tleship Missouri, was talking the other
day of the inferiority of European to
American railroads, says the Wash-
ington Times.
"The stuffy little European carriages
are lighted with electricity now," he
said, "but I remember when they were
only lighted with oil. I have cause to
remember this.
"One night in Germany, during a vio-
lent storm, 1 was riding toward Berlin
in a first-class carriage, when a leak
began. Drop after drop, warm and
dirty, fell upon my hat and coat.
"I waited till the guard came
through. It was a long wait. One is
always undergoing iong waits for
guards on European roads.
" 'Look here, guard,' I said at last,
'the rain is coming in through the
lamp hole and trickling down my
clothes.'
"The guard made an investigation.
Then he said, reassuringly:
'Oh. that is not rain; it's only oil.
The lamp leaks a little, but the roof la
quite sound, 1 assure you.'
"Then the whistle blew, and he
rushed away."
An l;nfortanate Remark,
If a certain prominent New York
physician ever writes his autobiogra-
phy, the following incident will un-
doubtedly be omitted:
Not long ago the physician in ques-
tion was called to a boarding house to
attend a man very ill with pneumonia.
The man died. The keeper of the
boarding house, a woman, was very
much distressed, the man having been
the first hoarder to die under her roof.
"It's so unfortunate that he should
have died," said she. with self-inter-
ested sympathy. "I do hate to have a
funeral here."
"II won't be necessary," said the doc
tor, consolingly. "The funeral can be
at the undertaker's."
"But I don't even know of an un-
dertaker." said the unnerved woman.
"i do," said the doctor. "Just around
the corner is a good one. to whom I
send all my patients."
"All?" gasped the landlady, and the
doctor wondered why she turned pale.
—N. Y. Times.
WOMAN'S VARIOUS CHARMS
Clever Definition of Some of the
Most Captivating Character-
istics of the Fair Sex.
Animation, brightness, vivacity are
tome of woman's most captivating
iliarms. A tear may move pity, but it
s a smile that commands admiration.
Sven a witty woman must not be for-
iver sparkling—that la monotonous
ind wearying; the perpetual flashing
if diamonds tires the eyes and the
train. She must have her sober mo-
nents, If only to throw into higher
eiief tbe moments when slie is gay.
I woman is most charming when she
s tender and sympathetic. She may
lazzle when she is merry, but when
the Is gentle and full of sympathy she
inchants a man's heart. When her
folce takes a softened tone, and her
lyes look words that her lips hesitate
to say—then, if she only knew her
)ower, it would be a time of peril for
he world at large! She could do with
it what she chose; pnly she never
tnows it. Probably she charms the
nost when she Is most unconscious of
ler power. The very unconsciousness
s a part of the charm. A woman is
Uways charming when she is good-
latured. Bad temper never charmed.
Sarcasm may amuse when it Is di-
rected against some one else,- hut it
loes not win anyone's heart. Good
emper is an attraction even in a plain
'Voman. When a woman has that in
iddition to her other qualities—when
ihe is natural in her manners, uneon-
iclous, lively, tender and gentle—then,
indeed, she is charming to all the
vorid. Sometimes she possesses a
inality known as fascination, which no
)ne has ever yet been able to define—
i quality outside of and beyond all the
ittractions above mentioned, and inde-
pendent of them to the ordinary eye.
3ut with this fascination a very good
lubstltute may be formed from the
liialities already enumerated, and
nany a woman can cultivate these
;races and make herself charming in
he eyes of all who know her.—N. Y.
(Veekly.
Little Things That Add to the Com".
fort of Travelers Cooibod Up
in Hotel RoomSW
When traveling around the land and;
particularly when taking a vacation;
Jaunt In summer, the average Individ-'
ual does not expect to enjoy all the'
comforts of home at the hotel or;
boarding house by the shore or inland.;
The increase in numbers of the travel-,
ing public has in these later years!
brought about a diminution of discom-^
fort for the tourist, and ingenlousi
mortals rack their brains and sit upi
nights evolving contrivances that shall;
help to make the traveler's way morel
agreeable and pleasant. Scarcity of;
closet room is the cry all over the land
where summer tourists seek temporary;
quarters, and the coat hanger devised1
for the use of the traveler fills a spe->
cial want. The most placid minded,;
even-tempered woman does not view ai
crumpled frock or jacket with equa-
A Scrapbook of Real Value.
To devote a scrapbook to one subject
nakes It much more interesting and
raluable, and when you begin to gather
naterial on any one theme you will be
surprised at the amount which will
•ome to hand. Suppose that you want
lo know all about some famous person,
(lther in the public eye at present, or
tome one of past times. From maga-
dnes and other sources can be col-
ected articles, portraits,perhaps poems
n relation to the subject, etc. When
natter is clipped, the scrapbook
naker may copy it neatly with a pen
nto her book. The educational value
HANDY FOR TRAVELERS.
nimity, and the traveler's coat hanger
therefore meets wiih approval. As
shown, it is fashioned just like the or-
dinary hanger, except for a slide ar-
rangement in the center which per-
mits of its being reduced to one-half
normal size for packing purposes. Six
of these nickeled hangers constitute a
set and they come in a neat little
leather case and will tuck away in a
corner of a trunk without the least
bother.
Another little contrivance which the
traveler is pretty certain to find of ser-
vice is the twine ball holder, also of
leathei, with a small pair of scissors,
held in place on the outside of the
case by a narrow strap of leather.—
Brooklyn Eagle.
Bran Bags for the Toilet.
One of the best things for the skin
is the regular use of bran or cornmeal
bag3 for the bath. To make them fill
a bag of thin cloth two-thirds with
bran, oatmeal or cornmeal, bits of soap
and a little pulverized orris root if
you like the fragrance. The bag
should soak in the water for some min-
utes before the beginning of the bath.
Good Ail-Around Cosmetic.
Cucumber cream Is an excellent cos-
metic and may be made at home at less
if such a book is something worth ; expense than it can be bought While
while, as well as the satisfaction of j it will remove sunburn, it is one of the.
laving gathered oneself so much in- I best toilet aids for all times of the
formation on a single subject. | year.
FASHIONS FOR AUTUMN DAYS
How to Make a Dainty Coat, a Pretty Dinner Gown and
a Neat Cloth Suit.
The battle was over, and the moon-
light lay like a silvery pall upon the
battlefield. The soldier whose gallant
(harge at the head of a mere handful
of men had turned defeat Into a glo-
rious victory stood in the presence of
the great Napoleon, who, forgetting
his wonted reserve, commended in
lowing words the deed of the brave
cavalryman. "It was a desperate
harge, a gallant charge!" he cried, ar-
dently. "But for your valor the lilies
of France this eve would lie in the
dust. But tell me," he continued, fix-
ing his piercing eye upon the soldier,
"had you no thought of fear as you
charged so madly?" The soldier
modestly bent his head. "Sire,"
he replied, humbly, "I am deep-
ly honored by your commendation. No
lrar was in my heart at the time, for
it was not the first fearless charge of
my life. Before I took up arms for la
belle France, sire, I was a plumber."—
Woman's Home Companion.
llumorotiN Sn-filiinti*.
Max Nordau was talking recently tc
an American woman about humor.
"Next to the Americans," said Nor-
dau, with a polite smile, "1 think that
the Swablans are the most humorous
people In the world. A Swablan, if
he has nothing funny to say, keeps si-
lent. Stupidity Is unknown among
this race. One night In Swabla, in my
early youth, I called on a Swablan
maiden. She was very pretty. Perhaps
I stayed loneer than I should. Sud-
denly, at any rate, the young girl's
mother railed in a loud voice from up-
stairs:
"'Gretchen! Gretchen!'
" 'Yea. mother,' Gretchen answered.
" 'Gretchen, it is very cold here.
Will you ask that young man to shut
the front door from tlie outside?'"—
Detroit Free Preaa,
A"ft \
N*
HE garments here illustrated were
desigued by Mme. Baker for the
American Dressmaker. Fig. 1 is
t coat for fall. Gray broadcloth wtth
ihaped pieces of the same laid over
oands of cloth braided In rows, with
?ray soutache. Fig. a is a dinner gown
>f white loulslne with narrow bands of
(old and sllvnr passementerie and all-
over lace under opening: insertion
|orms yoke; white silk stiff bows. Ijice
lhawl lor mantle Fig. 3 is a fall suit
of cadet blue cloth with redingote an®
plain skirt; cuffs and collar of cloth
stitched and outlined with darker vel-
vet folds. Full ruffles down front ol
blue liberty silk. It is worth mention-
ing that the garments here described
will be exhibited at the semi-annual
display of the National Dressmakers'
association, which will be held in
Chicago from September 12 to 11
and at St Louis Iron Septembe*
1# to 24. ,
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The Hennessey Clipper. (Hennessey, Okla.), Vol. 15, No. 21, Ed. 1 Thursday, October 20, 1904, newspaper, October 20, 1904; Hennessey, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc105352/m1/2/: accessed April 19, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.