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Kendall, Montana, September 15, 1903. 7. • TOM THE TEMPTER • \Oh! Daddy, please!\ \I am afraid I couldn't, Dc. You must re:musses taut you are only a little man, and tstit broneho is very ft isky.\ \1 know, dad, but Tom got a pony for Christmas, too, and he can ride anywhere he chooses.\ \You forget that Tom is 12, while you are not yet ten. I am willing that you saould ride when William can go with you, but you must not go alone.\ So yout.g Dick Wilmer tried to be con- tented, al t aough there was a sore spot down deep in his heart. All of his chums rode, and not one of them had to have a. horrid inan trotting along behind. It wasn't right that he should be treated like a baby, when he was fully as tall as Tom and the other fellows. No one could guess that he was nearly three years younger. He went sor- rowfully out to Fironcho's stall, and put his own curly lied against the soft dark mane of the soung thoroughbred. For several weeks after his father's man- date had gone forth Dick turned a deaf ear to all of 'loin's entreaties, and endeavored to forget the neat little footman while dash- ing tarough the long, windirg country roads, But a day came when all of Dick's gsod resolutions were thrown to the winds. It was Saturday. Mr. Brown, his tutor, had just left the house, and the lesion books were put away until Monday. So, with a free heart, Dick bounded downstairs, buckled on his higs riding boots, slipped into his heavy coat and set his le irlet cap well back on his curly head. Mr. Wilmer had gone to Washington on business. aed Mrs. Wilmer was out callirg. Dick knew by experience that it would probably be dark before she Would return, and it wail too lonesorhe in the house. Even Mr. lirown, who had been expected to stay, was telegraphed for, as his wife was taken sud- denly ill. So when left alone Dick ran down to Wil- liam's room, over the stable. His hand was on the knob, and he opened his mouth to call the groom. Just then Tom's mock- ing voice cried: - Go on, baby; call your nurse!\ Dick wneeled around, his' deep blue eyes all ablaze with indignation. \I am not a baby, and you know it, Tom Stimer.\ \Then why do you always have him,\ pointing a disdainful finger toWerd the closed door, \tagging after you? When you are • man you'll have a keeper, I sup. pose.\ • \I won't have you talking that way tome. I'm not a baby, and you know don't want William--and I only have him because dad said I must!\ cried Dick, sturdily. \Don't you ever expect to have a mind of your own? I dare you to go to -day without him!\ taunted Tom. \Dad said I miistn't.\ \William isn't there; he want out just SI I came in, so he can't go, and you know Henry le driving your mother's horses.\ \What shall I do, then!\ Dick stood for a moment debating. It was a glorious -day, cold and clear, except for a heavy hank of clouds slowly rising in the north. It was too lovely to stay stuffed up in the house all the afternoon. \It won't hurt you. I'll take care of you, and we'll only go on the nearby roads. 'ors, on, Dick,\ tempted the visitor. \I ought not to,\ said Dick, slowly. It was so hard to refuse, for he wanted so much to go. \Do as you like,\ said Tom. \I am go- ing.\ And he carelessly threw himself on the waiting pony. Just at that moment a low, sorrowful whinny came from Flroncho's stall. That decided Dick; he would not be gone long, knel he would be very careful—oh, very ca redl At first 'his conscience pricked him a lit- tle, but once ont in the so I. warm sun - cline, and galloping swiftly en the long roads, he tot got his scruples and never be- fore had he enj.iyed a ride so much. It was strange that neither of them notieed when t le sun sank behind the clouds until they were completely covered with a soft white veil of snow. \Come Tom. let'e burry home,\ Called Dick, frigstened at the thought of the hour. \It's jolly now -1 am not going until the ground gets covered,\ laughed Tom. \I telt you it's goirg to be a bad storm. I am going home now, Tom, and you can rouse wsen you please.\ Dick wheeled his home areurd as he spoke, and galloped in opposite direction. \H: I ,as, ea, some bask!\ called the older boy, hut he was already out of hear- ing. Toni shrugged his shoulders and rode msrrily on. It was dark when Mr. Wilmer reached :tome and found his wife in tears, and nearly ivi,4 from anxiety. It Was bitterly cold, and ate ay tee snowfall was tiset. littween i.er sobs Mrs. Wi.niee told him eiat bioncso had just come nome a i:h the ssitille turned. M.. Wi.:Irsr did not hesitate an instant. There was! only one boy with whom Dice could have gone, and very soon the anxious father was catechising Tom Stimer. \Dick hasn't got home yet?\ Tom asked, a terrified look coming over his face. \No. Did you make him go?\ Tom looked tlown. There was no use in denying it. Suppose Dick was lying hurt or frozen in the woods. \Yes sir; I asked him to go, but I didn't think it would hurt,\ said Tom, slowly. \Come with me, sir, and show me where he left you,\ commanded Mr. %Vanier, sternly. It was not an easy task, for the blinding snow made them almost lose their way in the most familiar roads. Hours were spent in the search, and Mr. Wilmer, Mr. Stimer, their servants and the neighbors looked un- til they were discouraged. Suddenly a joyful yelp from Dick's dog, a great mastiff, brought the half -frozen band together, and Le dim lantern light riled a faint red glow upon a small figure, lying half buried in a drift, while beside him, with head drooped, stood the maitiff. Tenderly the father lifted his unconscious boy and carried him home. No one suffered as nisei as Torn during the doctor's con- sultation, huddled up in a little heap out- side Dick's door. Hours wore by, and still no sound from the room. • At length the door softly opened, and the kind old family physician came out. \Why Tom, what are you doing here?\ \Is he—is he—deed?\ sobbed Tom. \No my boy; he is very much alive, and in a•few weeks he will be as a:ell as you are. Was it you who took him?\ \Yes doctor,\ said Tom, manfully; \I despise myself for it; he didn't. want to go, and I taunted him into it. I am much older than he is, too. Don't you think he will alstays hate me?\ \I think, on the contrary, that you and Dick will he better friends than ever. You have learned that the way of the trans- gressor is not an enviable one,\ remarked the old doctor, sagely. And the doctor's prediction came true, for in their boyhood, university and man- hood days Dick Wilmer and Tom were in- separable.- N.Y. Tribune. GIRLS RUN A BAIT FARM, Two Sisters Is Dolor Pat tato Profit- able Exee-atloa as Idea That Is Suggested to Them. Every day when the mail stage Marta from Beddington for Bangvir and Ellsworth it carries on the rack behind a large flat tank filled with live bait caught and put on its way to market by MiEll Evelyn Carr and Miss Ann Carr, two sisters, who are trying to get a living by an employ- ment new to women, reports the New York Sun. All attempts to grow min- nows, red fins and mummy chubs arti- ficially having failed, the f shermen of Massachusetts rely upon Maine for the bait they Use, and the increased call for small fish suitable for catch- ing pickerel through the ice has raised the price until there la profit in making shipments of chubs and sticklebacks to distant. points. Late in the fall, before the ponds freeze over for winter, these small fisk jeek the shoal roves along the shores and deposit their eggs in the sand to be hatched during the vi in- ter in spots so near the ice that larger fish cannot reach them. At such times th• small fleshes are wholly eareleea of the approach of man, and may be dipped by thousands in fine hand nets. Believing there was money to he matte in selling belt the Carr girls began their work a year ago, and last win- ter cleared more than. $400 above ex- penses. This year they have built a large tank near a runeing stream and stocked it with more than a mil- lion fish, all of which they expect to sell before ipring. They are sending out from 500 to 1,000 it day now to reapply cnetomers in Massachusetts, and will not in- crease their bossiness to any extent un- til February 1, when open time OD Maine trout begina. The rates will consequently hold low for more than two months, and those who wish for live bait now Call buy all they want at the rate of 20 cents n hundred. But in February. when the fish which fur- nish live bait have sought the warm depths of the ponds and the fisher- men are trying their , luck on the ice, every chub in the lot will bring a bright new cent. The total invest- ment made by the Carr girls up to date doee not exceed $250 for water pipes, tank and nets, and they expert to realize fully $1,000 from the sales jf their fish ' ' Have PRINTING Chronicle --.....--- J done Your fl , 0 at B the Job Office TTYTTT7'171r1\17 JHHHH14100-00411-11-414 A A Ak. • A A AL A A A. .e. A. AL We in fact the at Print Letter Bill Statements Business Visiting Posters way Lewistown Heads Cards Cards everything of Job Prices Heads in Work
