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'ye ETHEL TOW N 14:-N ERA Ismail Khan is a frontier station on the cutthroat side of the Indus. Its name mea us that Ismail Khan may his Melee rest --once pitched his tent there, hut a not too careful phil- ology forgot to add some eloquent syl- lable which would signify that Iema!1 Khan- who Iles with the prophet — cleared out again as rapidly as possi- ble. l'nfortunately the maintenance of the Pax Britannica in the valley of the Indus requires the constant presence In that delectable spot of a squadron of horse and a battalion of foot belong- ing to (hose tine troops, the Punjab frontier foi-(•e. In the middle of June it is often impossible to see the com- pound gate from the verandah at mid- day owing to the prevalence of a swirl- ing dust storm, and twelve hours later It may be necessary to pour water over the bed to render it sufficiently cool to he laid upon. Yet the officers of the Piffers—so- called by Anglo-Indians as a phonetic way of expressing the initials P. F. F. manage to live there, and, what is still more marvelous, half a dozen Regent street gowns may be seen there when- ever the station foregathers at club Or gymkhana. Not long ago the C. 0. at Hera Ismail Khan had as a (laughter the prettiest girl that was to be set eyes upon along the whole 2,000 miles of the Indus. Ethel Townsend was known far and wide as the pride of the Paters, and I will tell you another time how she won the title. Anst now I wish to place on record what Major Dalrymple did for her. Dalrymple did not know, un- til Townsend married the only child of the chief of the Indus flotilla, that he would never care for any other woman. Mrs. Townsend never even guessed his secret, but it nearly broke his heart when she died in giving birth to the little one who afterward bore her name. Ethel always called him uncle, and next to her love for her father she gave him the full warmth of her impulsive affections. But now that she had come back from a seven years' residence in France and Germany she found that there was yet another corner vacant in her heart, and this place was at once bestowed upon Capt., the Hon. Robert McGregor Cameron, whom the natives had christened the Babadursahib, and who was known to his associates as the lion. Bob. Hence it was that when the Guides— to which distinguished section of the Punjab frontier force all these people belonged—were ordered to join an ex- pedition against a particularly obnox- , boils tribe in the Bara Khel, Ethel be- took herself to Mayor Dalrymple and cried her pretty eyes out on the score that Bob would be sure to get himself killed. \He won't be In any greater danger than your father or I, sweetheart,\ • iaid the major, at his wits' end for words of consolation, \and you have seen us return safely too often to feel alarmed now.\ \OhNiad and you have got good sense, but Bob is such a mad thing—and he will do something ridiculous, and I shall never see him again,\ boohoo, boohoo—the pride of the Pilfers was but a woman. \Ethel my dear, listen to me,\ end the fine-looking soldier tenderly 'TROUBLED HIM A LITTLE AT FIRST. smoothed her golden -brown tresses back from her forehead. \You know bow much I value your happinesa and how glad I am you are going to marry a man like Cameron. I promke you Dow that I will look after him as though lie were my own son and bring bum back safe and sound to you. Come, you have full trust in me?\ Dalrymple knew that his promise was of little avail in view of the chances of a border campaign. but it soothed the girl's heart, and her tears fell through a smile as she kissed him. As a rule a mountain battery', two companies of the Scottish Rifles', two native regiments, and a detachment of the Guides Ahould *isc more than a match for any tribesmen tnat ever swept down on a marauding foray into the lowlands. But that day the Ghazis fought with demoniacal skill, and. just toward evening, they made a last wild rush that bearly settled matters. Indeed, the square bulged in rather unpleasant- ly on one side, and had it not been for the way in which Cameron and a dozen of his Rowan; laid about them with their sabers it wmild have been all up with the expedition. As it was, everybody breather hard ;or the next ten minutes, and the Scots- men were just beginning to wipe out their rifles, the barrels having been fouled with drippings from the bay- onets!, when Dalrymple discovered that Cameron Was miaeing Some one had soon him gel knocked off Ms horse and be had evidently been carried away In the rush of the retreating enemy. A hasty search in the vicinity aht wed that his body, at any rate, WAR reit to be found, and anything like pursuit in the growing darkness was qnite out of the question. Townsend and Dalrympe did not dare to speak their thoughts to each other, but a couple of hours later, when the wearied force was seeking rest from the turmoil of the day, a mouliah placed all doubts at rest as to Cameron's fate by shrieking out of the gloom that when the next day dawned the followersof the prophet would first crucify the accursed Feringhi in their possession and then wipe the British troops off the face of the- earth. \Jeckale he yelled, \will turn away Porged from your corpses,\ but it was his figurative eastern way of putting it. Then Dalrympe swore he would ful- fill his promise to Ethel. TO obtain the permission of the briga- dier for his project was out of the ques- tion, so he consulted with no one, not even Col. Townsend. With the aid of a sub adar be was soon dressed a la Ghazi, and he borrowed the tuiwar of a dead tribesman who WitS lying, among plenty of ills kin, on front of the zereba. This, with a couple of revolvers con- cealed beneath his flowing robes, con- stituted the whole of his appliances, and indeed of his plan also, as he had resolved that if he could not save Cam- eron he would endeavor to get near him and give him the means of avoid- ing crucifixion. The mountain village to whiele the tribesmen had retreated WAS distant some four miles. The road approach- ing the place was fairly free from ob- stacles, but it twisted and turned in all directions as it climbed up the side of a precipitous gorge, finally reaching a plateau about 1,000 feet above the level of the small stream that dashed along beneath. The moon was trying to strug- gle through a great cloud bank, but gave light enough to show the way and to distinguish objects close at hand. Nearing the village—as no semblance of a guard was kept—he passed several scattered groups clustered round fires or huddled among bundles of fodder. Many of the men were groaning and! their women bandaging their wounds. Dalrymple shuffled painfully along, finding the native sandals difficult to walk in, ahd he came upon Cameron suddenly. The Hon. Bob was seated on the ground, with his hands apparently tied behind his back, and resting against a low mud hut, inside and in front of which were some twenty of the tribesmen—a few smoking round a fire, the others asleep. Dalrymple walked straight up to him, and growled \Sug!\ That is the Persian for, all that we mean when we call a man a dog—and more. The action was natural in a tribesman and evoked no comment; in Dalrymple's case it was a fine piece of art. He squatted on the ground close to the prisoner and whispered. \Steady Bob, I've come to help you.\ Cameron had nerves of steel, but the words tried them to their utmost ten- sion. When he could trust his voice he only said: \Thanks old chap. It's no use. My left ankle is sprained so I can't walk a yard, even if it were any good. Get back safely and give my love to Ethel. As for you, God bless aou.\ At that moment a horse neighed loudly at some distance and Dalrymple. in a second, had formed his plan. He whispered again: \Can you manage to stand straight up when you hear a horse coming this way?\ \?es said Cameron. \Very well, be ready in five minutes.\ Then he rose, growled another Persian oath, expectorated again at the pris- oner, and left the circle of light cast by the fire. He had little difficulty in find- ing the animal that had given voice. He was tied up in a rough shed and seemed to be a strong beast. Ethel said afterward that he was the best pony she ever laid eyes upon, hut she was prejudiced in his favor. His sad- dle and headgear were hanging close at hand, and Dalrymple lost no time in getting him ready, although the queer Afghan bridle troubled him a little at first. Then he led him out and mounted him, but at the same moment a fellow sprang out from the rear of the shed and wanted to know in the name of the prophet why a cursed thief was moving off with his master's ghora. There was no time for a long discourse, so Dalrym- ple gave him the weightiest reason at command 31) - bitting him such a crack with the tulwar on his shaven crown that, like Bret Harte's orator— \lie smiled ft kind of sickly smile anti curled tip on the floor And the subsequent proceedings inter- ested him no more.\ Then the fun commenced. He rode up to the hut at a canter, found Cameron standing, swung him crossways on the saddle in front of him, and started for home. The , excitement on that hillside dur- ing the next ten minutes was some- thing remarkable. Jezoila were fired, tom-toms beaten, gongs banged, and not a few Martini bullets whistled past them as they galloped down the path- way. Cameron and Dalrymple weighed twenty-three stone between them, butt the little horse would have run away with two more like them. There were no other animals handy, to all appear- ances, so pursuit was mit of the ques- tion after the first 100 yards, and in less than half an hour Cameron was in the hands of the doctors. Dalrymple WAR drinking some hot whisky and water with the brigadier, and the Ka- buli was being groomed by about six men, while if he had not been a wise. little beast he could have burst himself' with gram. Next morning the village was shelled, and when the moullah was hit with a shrapnell the tribesmen gave In and promised to be good. • • • • • • e All this happened six years ago. Since theta I ha' e seen a fat youngster held on to the back of a still fatter Kabuli pony, and the name of the youngster was Robert Dalrymple Cameron.— Press. Narrow bands of gold or silver, with feathery aigrettes that rises from the center, fernish pleasing ornaments for the hair, at modest prices. FOR SHARP YOUNG FOLKS, Spelling Dans nod Prouuuelivilei• Moieties treat. VoL A \pronunciation match\ Is a fine way of entertaining a party Of clever young people in a dull evening hour. Any number can play. One is elected as leader. At first he will call out a letter, as a, and each person must think quickly while he counts five. and he ready to tell the name of a city in the state agreed upon before the contest begins. For instance, the lead er, while he couute eve, points to one of the company who must give the name of a city beginning with the let- ter A, B or (7, as the leader may an- nounce. When one answer has been given, he quickly merits again, and points to another person, until some one fails to respond, when he in de- clared leader and also pays a forfeit. It is very - amusing and teaches people to think quickly and keep their wits about them. It is also sometimes played by choosing sides, as in a spell- ing match, and in that case each one who misses takes his seat, and the side which remains on the floor longest is declared the winner. A new kiwi of spelling bee is what the following game Is called: One of the company begins the game by naming a letter of the al- phabet, and the next must name an- other, which, in connection with the first, will help to make a word, but which will not complete it. The rext adds another letter, and so on, each aiming to put in a letter which will not finish a word. This goes on until it becomes necessary some one to complete it, and the unlucky one is compelled to pay a forfeit. To illus- trate: The letter begins with I. The next adds m, the next ft, another g, and the next, instead of adding e, and com- pleting the word, says i. The following one gives n, and the next, by a happy thought, doeonot give e, but says a, and then follow t, I, o and n, when the word has to be completed in spite of all. It is about the most amusing game I ever saw played, and it is also quite instructive.—St. Louis Republic. FIRST-RATE TACT. Just as Effective as a Gun and Didn't Hurt Anybody, That a woman's tact in time of need may serve her as effectively as a Get- ting gun is set forth, in the Philadelphia Times in the case of Mr. Jordan, a Jersey fruit farmer, who was in Tren- ton the other day disposing of a load of produce. About three hours before his regular leaving time he received a bo- gus telegram summoning him home at once. Thinking something serious had happened to his family, Mr. Jordan turned the larger portion of his money over to his wife, who was with him, and telling her to start home with the horse and wagon -early in the evening, hastened home by train. Mrs. Jordan IS a spirited and plucky woman, and at- tempted to dispose of all the truck be- fore starting for home, ,and when she did start it was dark. ' A few miles be- low the city is a dreary place known as Dark Hollow. When Mrs. Jordan was about half way up Dark Hollow moun- tain a masked man suddenly appeared i9 the road and seized the horse by the head. Then a second man, also masked, attempted to climb into the wagon. Mrs. Jordan, with wonderful nerve, picked up from under the seat what the high- waymen supposed was a revolver, but which was nothing more than an old- fashioned candlestick she had taken to Trenton for repair. Pointing it at the head of one of the highwaymen, she moved the adjustor tip and down twice, the noise of which resembled the click- ing of the hammer of a revolver. At the same time she shouted: \Go for your lives!\ Path men did go, and quickly at that. Mrs. Jordan whipped up the horse and was soon out of . sight of the highwaymen and arrieed safely at home. JEWELRY AND SILVER. k_ Bronzes attracting attention show a gray -green finish known as the Roman All sorts of beautiful possibilities ate developed in colored enamels on gold and silver. Buckles of gilt, silver and enemel are worn on belts of chamois, leather or silk webbing. Ivory with gold or silver trimmings furnishes a pleasing change from all- sliver articles. Fancy pieces of silver are rendered unusually attractive this season by the aid of gilding, enamel and small jewels. The grape vine\afforde an exceedingly graceful design, which is effective i ly presented 'on some flatware for the au- tumn trade. The newest silver tableware, various- ly termed \Old English\ and \Colon- ial,\ consists in modified copies of the ware used by colonial dames. Diamond cluster brooches owe their continued popularity to the irreigular arrangement of large and smell bril- liants which can never weary the eye. A stone on which the decree or fash- ion has set a decided value is the peri- dot, or evening emerald. It affords ex- quisite of green, and is a species of olivine. Jewelry is influenced by the wheel of faehion. The revival of a mode in dress brings the ornaments of that period into a temporary vogue; in witness' thereof are the artistic m in lat ure brooches, at this moment so popular. Gold buckles afford an infinite variety as regards shape, size, design and dec- oration. This diversity enables jewel - ern who eater to an exclusive, fine trade to meet the - Intim ml for aomethi rig new. which Milady ulth a long puree always exacts. After dinner coffee pots, AR a rule, stand high. One style tapers upward to a slender neck, but swells out at the y lower part into an octagonal bowl. An- other style tapers gradualy from beee to top. while yet another shows s.raight upright sides. OUR WIT AND HUMOR. FLOATING JOKES FROM MANY X G Fl ANGES , The Woulau's rags The Labor flows - riles on F•elly Th• Logical roaclusion—Story of a Rose Season. able Satire. D Iat spreads with glowing rage, As just the prop- eaper. 13 that they call the \Yeoman's Page,\ In every 'hust- ling\ paper, Just why the worn- an's mind is made So curious, seems funny: All sorts of mental marmalade Mixed up with men and money. And quite a group of grotesque things. In tones of pink and yellow, Are what I find, with sundry flings About a girl's \best fellow.\ The way to make her sleeves like sails And tint her cheeks and lashes, And follow Fashion's devious trails 5 is shown in lucid flashes. One cannot tell the suble ways With which it treats each thesis; ' 1 But, follow it for many days, r And you will have paresis. - -From Truth. No Flie• oil roily. \Pretty Polly, prette - Poll. How do you do, Polly?\ Polly --Fine, but for heaven's sake, don't ask me if I want a cracker.— Truth. The Logical Conclusion. Ile was; leaning dejectedly against a lamp post, contemplating immensities, .when I accidentally brushed against him. \Look out!\ he exclaimed. \Don't you dare disturb me.\ ' \Why not?\ I asked, turning as I recognized his voice. \ 'Caush - I'm the shentre of the uni- corn—no, I mean un'versh,\ ho ex- claimed, thickly. \How did you find it out?\ I asked, admiring his egotism. \Go way, foolish man, before you pre- --preelltipitate chaos,\ he expostulated. \First tell me how ypti know you're the center of the universe,\ I insisted. \Ain't everyshing revolving around me?\ he demanded, indignantly.— Truth. The Story of a Rose. Only a rose! It lay between the faded pages of an old book. A man, beholding It, looked down the distance and the dark, dreaming of the past years. A woman paused and, bending over It, premed with trembling lips its crumbling petals. Only a rose! Then, as the evening shadows gloomed over it, a voice cried, startling the silence: \Mamma who's been in the parlor a foolin' with this book? They've gone and lost the place where I was readin' at.\—Chicago Times. herald, • The Tabor quenr, , ,, \See here, NI igInnis, this man is co - log twice the work that you are.\ \That's what (rive bin a tellin' him for the ihast hour, son, but the bloody °Italian won't stop.\---Texas Siftings. Not So Sudden, Either. Berretta,\ said the young man, suddenly, \I must see your father con- cerning something very dear to me; something that may affect my whole 111e\ \Dear me; this is so midden!\ Bald the' young woman. \Why not so very sudden I in nclunced my name as a candidate for Councilman more then four weeks ago. Do you think he will vote for ivir , \' - Chicago Dispatch. Free of charge an empty shotrin. 00 to THE nINT rot Imported Domestic Wines, Liquors, And Cigars llilwaukee and St. Louis Bottled Beers. 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