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BARTON HAKES HIS FIRST FORAY INTO THE WORU) A$ A STUDENT IN MICHAEL HACKETS ACADEMY ! n--—- J»- ■■ 1 ' ■ -.3 Syoopala Barton Baynra, ma orphan, com to Hre with Ids uncle, Peabody Baynes, and hla Aunt Deri on a farm on Rattloroad. In a neighborhood called Uckltyapllt, about the - year 1828. He meets Sally Dtmkelberg, about bis own age, but socially of a ciaaa above the Bayaeaes, and U fasriaated by her pretty .face and fine clothes. Barfon also meets Roving Kate, known In the neighborhood as the "Slleat Woman." Amos Grimsbaw, a young eon of «be richest mao (b the town* ship, is a visitor st the Baynes borne and Roving Kate tells tbe boys* fortunes, predicting a bright future for Barton and death oc the fallow*, for Amo*. Barton meet* Silas Wright, Jr., a man prominent In public . affairs, who evince* rnoch Interest in the boy.. Barton learns of the power of money-wheu Mr. Grimshaw threaten* to take the Baynes farm unless m note which he bold* la paid. Now in hla slrteeatb year. Barton, on hla way to tbe poet office at Canton, meets a stranger and they ride together. They encounter a highwayman, who shoots and kills tbe stranger. Barton’s hone throw* Mm sad runs away. As the murderer beads over the stranger Barton throws a stone, which lie observes wounds tbe thief, wbo makes off at once.

Healing Honey Stags Tfci TMris Reals Tbs Threat

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CHAPTER VII—Continued. The beauty of that perfect day v.ss upon bar. I rrmranhir her dress was like tbe color of It* fireweed blnasoms sod that tbe blue ©fits sky was In her eye* and the yellow of the sunlight In her hair and tbe red of Its riover In her cheek*. I remember bow the August breexes played with her hair, flinging Its golden curving strands about tK-r neck and ahonlders so that It touched my face, now and then, as Somehow the rustle of her dress started a strange vibration In my spirit I pot my arm around her waist and she put her arm around mine as we ran along. A curious feeling came over me. I stopped and loosed my arm. “If# very warm r I said as I pick'd a stalk of fireweed. What was there about the girl which so thrilled me with happiness? She tuned away and felt the ribbon by which her hair was gathered at the back of her bead. After a moment of silence I ventured: “I guess you've never fallen In love," -Yes. I have." "Who with*” -I don't think I dare tell you," sh< answered, slowly, looking down as she U yon wbo I love U you wish.*' -wbor "You." I whispered the word and afraid she would laugh at roe, abe didn't • We stopped and listened to the song of a bird—I do. not remember what bird It wssr-and then ahe whispered: “Will yon love me slway* and for-

abonld. You remember Borin' Kata?" be asked by and by.

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“JTe*," I aim ered in I way of youth. She stopped and looked Into my e; as and I looked into her* « "May I klee your I asked, and afraid, with cheeks burning. She turned away and answered: “I you can If you want to." Now I aaem to be In Aladdin's tower . »d to are bar standing so rod and graceful and Innocent In tbe xunllght and that straige fire kindled by our ' again. That right I beard a whlapered conference below after I had gone upstairs. I knew that »ometblDg was wondered what It might

rude. I always pretend to be very busy. Just a Rght word o'recognition by way o’ common politeness! Then laugh. If ye can an' do U quickly, lad.

i' she will pass oc."

Tbe last words were spoken la a whisper, with one band on my breast. He turned tbe strings and played the "Flsbvrt Hornpipe." What a romp of merry -music filled the bouse I I had never heard tbe like and was soon smiling at him as be played. His bow and fingers flew In the wild frolic of tbe ‘Devil’s Dream." It led me

Into a world all new to

"Some day when yeu*ra a little older ni tell ye her story an' youU see whet happens when men an' women break the law o' God. Here’# Mr. Wright's letter. Aunt Deri asked to give it to yon to keep. You're old enough now an* you'll be coin' away to school before long, I guess." I took the letter and read again the superscription on its envelope: “To Master Barton Baynes: (To be opened when he leaves

to go to school)."

I put It away in tbe pine box with leather hinges on Its covet Uncle Peabody bad made for me and wondered again what it was all about and again that right I broke camp and moved further into the world over the silent trails of knowledge. Uncle Peabody went away for a few days after tbe harvesting. He had gone afoot, I knew not where. He returned one afternoon In n buggy with tbe great Michael Packet of the Canton academy. HacVet was a big. brawny. red-Lalred. kind’? Irishman with a merry heart and tongue, the latter having a touch of the brogue of the green Isle wh' -h he had never aeen. for h" bad been born In Massacbusetta and bad got hi* education In Harvard He was then a man of forty. “You're coming to roe this fall.' Id as be r-at bU hand on my arm and gave me a little shake. “Lad! you're got a pair of ahoulder*! Ye shall live In my bouse an' help with the chorea

if ye wish to."

"That'll be grand," said Unde Peabody. but. as to myself. Just tnen. I knew not what to think of It. (END OF BOOK ONE ]

BOOK TWO WWdi It Bit Story of the Principal Witness. CHAPTER VIII.

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In Which I Meet Other Great Men. It was a sunny day late In September on which Aunt Dee! and Uncle Peabody took roe and my little pine cheat with all my treasure* In It to tbe village where I wa* to go to acbool and live with tbe family of Hr. Michael Hacket the acboolmaster. I remember the sad exritefrent of that ride to the village and all ibe word* of advice and counsel spoken

by my aunt.

I remetn' er looking In vain for Bally as we passed tbe Dunkribergs'. I re* my growing lonellneas a* tbo

‘Now. God bless your soul, boy!" he exclaimed, by and by. as he put down hi* Instrument “We shall have a good time together—that we will. Not a stroke o' work this day! Come, I have a guide here that will take us down to tbe land o' the fairies." Then with his microscope he showed me Into the wonder world of littleness of which I had no knowledge. “The microscope 1* like the art o' the teacher," he said. *Tve known a good teacher to take a brain no bigger a fly's foot an’ make It visible to tbe naked eye." One of tbe children, of which there were four In the Hacket home, called us to supper. Mrs. Hacket. a stout woman with a red and kindly face, sal at one cod of the table, and between them were the children—Mary, a pretty daughter of seventeen yean; Maggie. a six-year-old; Both, a dellcrte girl of seven, and John, a noisy, redfaced boy of five. Tbe chain were of plain wood—tike tbe kitchen chain of today. In tbe middle of the table was an empty one—pointed greec. Before he aat down Mr. Hacket put his hand on tbe back of this cbelr and said “A merry heart to you, Michael

Henry.”

I wondered at the meaning of this but dared not to ask. The oldest dan.7bter acted as a kind of modentor with the others. “Mary la the constable of this house, with power to arrest and hale Into court for undue haste or rebellion or Impoliteness,” Mr. Hacket explained. T believe that Saliy Dtmkelberg la your friend,” he said to me presently. “Yes. sir," I answered. "A fine slip of a girt that and a born scholar. I saw you look at her aa the Persian looks at the rising sun." I blushed aod Mary and her mother and the boy John looked at me and

laughed.

“Puer pulcherrinj;!" Mr. Hacket exclaimed with a kindly smile. Uncle Peabody would have called It a “stoat song.” The schoolmaster bad hauled It out of his brain very deftly and chucked It down before me In a kind Of challenge. “What does that meanT” I asked. “You shall know In a week, my son," he answered. "I shall put you Into the Latin cia*s Wednesday morning, and God help you to like It as weU as yoa like Sally." - Agnln they laughed and again I

Mashed.

“Hold up yer head, my brave lad.” be went on. “Ye've a perfect right to like Sally If ye've a heart to.

Ilflepbattad. There were In tbe room a bed, a chrlr. a portrait of Napoleon j Bonaparte and a small table on which I a d'riionary. a Bible and a num- - her of schoolbooks. “These were Mary's books.” said Mr. I Hacket. “I told your ancle that yo could use them an' welcome." I sat down and opened tbe sealed envelope Wllh trembling band* and feud in it this brief note: •Dear Partner: I want you to ask the wisest man you know to explain ;o you. I suggest that you commit them to memory and think often of their meaning. They are from

Job:

•His bones are full of tbe sins of bis youth, which shall lie down with him in the dust.' “I believe that they are the most Impressive In all the literature 1 have

read.

“Yours truly. “SILAS WRIGHT. JR" I read the words over and over yin, but knew not their meaning. Sadly and slowly I got ready for bed. The noises of the Tillage challenged my ear after I had put out my candle. There were many barking dogs. Some horsemen passed, with a creaking of saddle leather, followed by a f wagon. Soon I beard running feet and eager and looked out of tbe open window. Men were hurrying down the street with lanterns. ‘He's the son o' Ben Grimshaw," I heard one of them saying. “They caught him hart: In the south woods

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A small bottle of “Danderine” keeps hair thick, strong, beautiful.

Girls! Try this! Doubles beauty of your hair in a few moment*.

I Went With Him While He Fed Hts Chicken* and Two Small Shote*. yesterday. The sheriff said that he tried to run away when he taw 'em

“A lad In bis 'Usna Will never know beans IX h. hasn't an sjre for the alrla" 1. was a merry supper, and when it ended Mr. Hacket rose and took the green chair from the table, exclaim-

lug:

“Michael Henry. God Met* you I" Then be kissed bis wife aod said: >. you wild rose of Erin ! I've all da? In the study. I must take I shall get an exalted alidoOne Is badly beateo In the race O’ Bfe when hts abdomen gets abend

day wore on and how Aunt Dee] stood j of his toes. Children, keep our young silently buttoning my coat, with tear* friend bsppy here unlil I come back.

Tear ItackUes Ef.

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Boon Uncle Peabody came up to

our little room looking highly serious I 1 •»■«. half undressed and rather feari fUi. looking Into bis face. A* I think of tbe Immaculate soul of tbs boy. I feel a touch of pathos In that scene.

I think that he frit It, for I remember ulsa* tS "* ^ whisper trembled a little as b«

'—' " **> tell me why men an- strong

uca are beautiful and given In

marriage.

j “Vou'll be falling In love one o' | the**- dty#," be said. ''It's natural y*

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rolling down her cheeks while leaned back upon the gate In front of the Hacket house, on Ashery lane, trylog to act like a man and rather ashamed of my poor success. Uncls Peabody stood surveying the sky In alienee with hi* back toward u*. He turned and nervously blew out his breath. His lip* trembled a little as, be said: “I duuno but what It'a goln' to

rain."

I watched thta a* they Walked to the tavern sheds, both looking down at the ground and going rather unsteadily. Ob. tbe look of that beloved pair as they walked away from me I— the look of their leaning bead* I Their alienee and the sound of their footstep* ere, somehow, a part of tbe picture which has hung all these year* In my memory. Bally Dunk el here aod bar mother came along and said that they were glad I had come to school. I could not talk to them, and soring my trouble they want on. Bally waving her hand lo me as they turned tbe corner below. I fell ashamed of myself. Suddenly I beard the door open behind me and the role# of Mr. Backet: ‘Bart.” be called. “Tv* a friend bore wbo has something to say to you.

Come in.”

1 turned and went Into the bouse. “Away with sndnea*—laddie buck I" ba exrlalined aa be took bis violin from

It* case while 1 eat

“Away with aadn< ** at my door, and

end mind you. don't forget tbe good fellow lo the green chaU.” Mary helped her mother with the dtahes, while I aat with n book by tbe fireside, boon Mrs. Hacket and tbe children came and sat down with me. “Let's play backgammon " Mary pro-

posed.

*T dost want to.” said John. “Don't forget Michael Henry.” she reminded. “Who l* Michael Henryr* 1 asked. “Sure, he's the boy that has never been born." said Mrs. Hacket. was to be tbe biggest and noblest of them—kind an' helpful an' cheery beet ted an' beloved o' God above all the other*. We try to Uve up to him." lie keemed to me a very strange and wonderful creature—this invisible cupant of the gro-u chair. I know now what I knew not then that Michael Henry wa* the spirit of tnrir borne—an Ideal of which the empty green chair was a constant re-

minder.

We played backgammon and maid" and “everlasting'' until Mr.

Hacket returned.

The sealed envelope which Mr. Wright had left at our home, a long lime before that day. was. in my pocket At 1st! tbe hour bad come when 1 coaid open it and read tbe nicsaagi of which 1 bad thought much and

with a growing iuterect.

I rose and said tbs! 1 should like ui> room. Mr. Hacket lighted

wiping my eye*, go t ! She often rap* a cm

I try not to be I Utile room where my

Within ten minutes after an appU Nation of Danderine you can n<i find a tingle trace of dandruff <r falling hair and your scalp wlU not Itch, but what will please you most will be after a few ■weeks' use. when you see new ha.r. fin# and downy at first—yes—but really new hair—growing all over the scalp. A little Danderine Immediately doubles the beauty of your hair. No difference how dull, faded, brittle and scraggy. Just moisten a doth with Danderine and carefully draw It through your hair, taking one small sttand nt a time. The effect Is nmaxlng—your hair will be light, fluffy nnd wavy and have an appearance of abundance; an Incomparable lustre, softness a Yd luxuriance. Get a small bottle of Knowlton'a Danderine for a few cents nt hny drug atore or toilet counter, and prove that your hair Is a* pretty nnd soft as any —that It has been neglected or injured by careless treatment—that's all—you surely can have beautiful hair and lots of it If you will Just try a little Danderine.—Adv.

What was the meaning of thlsl What bad Amos Grimshaw been doing? I trembled as I got back into bed—I cannot even now explain why. but long ago I gave up trying to fathom the depth* of tbe human spirit with an Infinite sea beneath II crossed by subtle tides and current*. We see only tbe straws on the surface. Y was up at daylight and Mr. Hacket came to my door while I was dressing “A merry day to you!" he exclaimed. “I’ll await you below and Introduce the humble herds and flocks of

I went with him while ho fed his chickens and two small shotes. 1 milked tbe cow fur him. at<d together e drove her back to tbe pasture. Thpn we split some wood and filled tbe boxes by tbe fireplace aud tbe kitchen atore and raked up tbe leaves in tbs dooryard and wheeled them away. ‘Now you know the duties o' your office." said tbe schoolmaster aa wa west la to breakfast We aat down at tbe table with the family and I drew out my letter from tbe senator and gave it to Mr. Hacket to read. "The senator! God prosper him ! I heard that he came on the Rtattsburg stage last night." he said aa he began tbe reading—«n announeetneut which mused me and the children to clap our bands with Joy. Mr. Hacket thoughtful!;' repeated tbe words from Job with a most Impressive Intonation. He passed tbe lettc-r back to me and said: "AH true! I bare aeen It sinking Into tbe tK>nes o' tbe young and 1 hare seen it lying down with the aged In tbe dust o' their graves. It Is a big hook—the one we are now opening. God help us! It has more page* than all the day* o' your life. Just think o' your body. A brave and tender youth! It I* like e sponge. How It takes things In an' bolds 'em an' feed* upon 'em! A part o' every apple ?« eat *lntt« down Into yer blood an' bones. Ye can't get It out. It's the same way with tbe hooka j* read an' the thought# ye enjoy. They go down into yer bones an' ye can't get 'em out. That's why I like to think o' Michael Henry. HU food Is good thoughts and hla wine U laughter. I had a long visit with M. II. last night when ye were all In bed. HU face was a chunk o' laughter. Ob. what a limb be U! I wish I could tell ye all the good things be said.”

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Barton and the Hacket* h*«r some news that startles them and sets Barton to worrying about a secret that h* shares with no one. Don't miss the next Installment.

(TO BIS CUMJKL'KDj

Practice Patience. Impatience can never wnlt until thing* are right. It lights the fuse before the mine is property laid. Want* lo start building before the foundation is constructed. It wants to try issues with the world before it ha* learned l)s problem*. It explodes U|Hm Its best friend before it leant* the reason for hU actions. The whole business la folly, but IF* only human nature. Patience i* apt to err oh the side of caution, but It never wiorifices It* Interest* to passion. It never repels It* loved.one* by demanding tbe unreasonable. It Just "wait* for the fact* ami then spare* what can't lie helped. Those who don't understand It often regard It a* a mark of wenk- «>.*<**, but that's t>ecna*e they do not know life. Patience U the very e* ketiee nf tbe beet that U in the gods and It bring* the best Into human life. Only big houU have It. GREEN’S AUGUST FLOWER iln* been used for all ailments thst are caused by a disordered stomach nnd Inactive liver, such as sick headache. constipation, sour stomach, nervous indigestion, fermentation of food, palpitation of the heart ran»od by gav . In the stomach. August Flower 1* a gentle laxative, regulates digestion both in stomach and Intestines, cleans aud sweetens the stomach and alimentary canal. .ilDUlates the liver to secrete tin- MU- nnd Impurities from the blood. Bold In all civil lied c-ountriea. Give It a trial.—Adv. No Discrimination. Friend (in Windfall'* nrt gn'iery)— You certainly »how «-x<-rll*tit tllm-rim!-

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