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time while her damp mane was drying. She “Well, the fact is there is nothing out here had tucked up one slippered foot under her, for an intelligent man to do but work. We all the stone benches being high; her hair, which work too hard just because we get bilious and had recovered its natural color, with an added are bored to death if we don't.” luster from the bath, began to creep and curl The consultation ended in Philip's being in the dry, electric air. She was pinning it given charge of a reconnoissance for selecting back with a long, crooked shell pin, when she reservoir-sites in the hill country above the first became aware of voices and footsteps, not cañon, with orders to meet his men at a stage usual in that place or at that hour. She sat station on the nearest divide, called the “Sumperfectly still, trying to catch their direction. mit.” Mr. Norrisson gave his son a horse, a

“ Do come here, bad brother, if you want to Winchester rifle, and bade him go buy himself see the Lady of Shalott."

some dark flannel shirts, a broad-brimmed hat, Miss Summercamp had caught at the first and a pair of camp blankets. With this equipfancy that crossed her to characterize the figure ment Philip took the box-seat of the stage one of Dolly sitting alone in the green light of the dazzling, breezeless morning, and turned his face arbor, her face half-hidden in her spreading hair. joyously to the hills. The old immigrant trail, There came no answer to this invitation; but now the stage-road to Idaho City and the minas the voices and footsteps continued to hovering region beyond, makes a long detour, after distinctly about the place, Dolly gathered her leaving the valley, to avoid the bluffs, and gains work, flaming with indignation, and left the ar- a fording-place some distance above the cañon. bor. Never before had the mob been so bold. Every few miles there is a wayside post-office

Part way down the poplar walk she ran al- for the convenience of camps or outlying most into the arms of Miss Summercamp, who ranches. Philip made sketches in his notewith Philip behind her had just pushed between book of one or two of these post-boxes, nailed the tree-boles. The two girls sprang apart and to trunks of trees or propped upon posts within stared at each other; Dolly, helpless with anger reach of Mosely, the stage-driver's hand. They and conscious of her Ophelia-like locks, facing were empty candle-boxes, or other chance rean alert, smiling little person, in a sailor hat and ceptacles, with the proprietor's name rudely leta smart mountain frock of colors as bright as a tered on one end; and all were open as birds’ kingfisher's.

nests to the curiosity of a wayfaring public. “Oh, excuse me!” Miss Summercamp be. In one that they passed, which bore the name gan. “ Would you be so good

of Joe Mutter, a druggist's parcel was left, a But Dolly interrupted haughtily. “If you soup bone, a crumpled letter, and a loose brown

a are wanting anything please ask at the house. paper bundle exposing a pair of woman's We don't receive strangers by the cow-gate.” shoes sent to town for “ two bits'” worth of With one glance at Philip from her gray eyes, cobbling. now black with anger, she hurried past them, “ They 've got a sick baby at Mutter's," taking a near cut through the trees to spare the driver remarked. “ There comes the old herself the sense of being watched.

woman now, on the lope, after that bottle of “ Did you ever !” Miss Summercamp ex- doctor's stuff.” claimed. “Why she popped off just like an elec- Philip was drowsing along, his hat pulled tric light when you jerk the chain. It reminds over his eyes, when Mosely began rummaging me of the way the creatures answer in Alice in in the boot again after the mail “ for the cañon Wonderland. Would they throw things at us, folks." Philip straightened up, and saw that do you suppose, if we knocked at the front they were at the foot of a long hill, the black door?"

crests of the lava bluffs out-cropping to the

right, to the left only the swell of grassy slopes That evening Philip was in such low spirits cutting off the sky. that his father remarked it, and asked if he felt On his own side of the road, not two rods unwell.

away, sat Dolly on Alan's pony, waiting for “ I am afraid you are fretting over your de- the stage. cision of last night,” said Mr. Norrisson. “It “ Ain't that just like a woman?” Mosely need not rest a feather's weight upon you. I chuckled. “ Can't never remember which side may have taken a little pride thinking we could the driver sets on. Now you 'll have to hand patch up a team, you and I, and see this work her this newspaper truck.” through; but let it go! There is always more “Where is their post-box?" Philip inquired. than one way of doing a thing. I expect you'd “ Don't have any. The old man don't like like to get to work. Tell me what you feel your- his letters and things hung out where everyself able for, and I will put you in the way of it.” body can handle 'em.”

“Yes, I think I had better go to work," Philip “Could n't they have a lock-box ? " assented.

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the best way is to come theirselves. I can't set she hauled Modoc around with a vicious pull, here and lock up people's boxes. Anything and stood against his shoulder, trembling with I can chuck in without gittin' down I don't a mixture of excitements, but ready now for mind botherin' with.”

assistance - not that she could not have masMosely drew up the horses, and clapped tered the pony easily had she been alone. down the brake. Dolly forced the pony

close “ He is acting in my interest,” said Philip, to the fore wheel and held up a leather satchel coming up and making Modoc's acquaintance for the mail which Philip had in charge. She with a horseman's touch. “Shall we try it saw too late how stupidly she had placed her- now?” He dropped into the proper attitude, self on the wrong side, as if with intention, and offered his right hand; it had a new, lightand gave him but a cold recognition. He ac- colored seal-leather glove upon it. But now cepted it as his meed for complicity in the Dolly hung back, blushing and weak with the Summercamp invasion. Meantime, the young ordeal before her. Philip might have given a people had bungled the mail business, so that hundred guesses; he could never have come a letter bearing a London postmark fell in the near the cause of her sudden misery. She had dust between them.

put on that morning her worst shoes,- her tan “Dear me, that is an important one,” buskins, of all things, for riding, -and had hurthought Dolly, as she jumped from her saddle. ried away without changing them; they were Philip had his foot upon the wheel. “I'll scoured by the rocks, and whitened by alkali catch you up at the toll-gate,” he said to dust. How could she place a foot so disMosely, who nodded and drove on.

gracefully shod into the faultless hand held out Dolly, though she was down first, allowed to receive it with that particular air of homage Philip to hand her the letter, not to cheat him so new and confusing ? The contrast was too of his thanks. He fastened the post-bag to the much! It took away all Dolly's nerve for the saddle, and stood at the pony's head expecting critical attempt, and though she knew quite the pleasure of putting her on. But the wise well in theory what was to be done, the aftair lassie had no mind to attempt this delicate went off badly. Indeed, without going into maneuver, for the first time in her life, with a details, it could hardly have been worse, from stranger's assistance.

a bashful novice's point of view. “Oh, thanks, I 'm used to getting on by Dolly withdrew her weight from Philip's myself,” she intimated cheerfully, as one who shoulder. He gave the rein tenderly into her knows what she is about. She gathered the hand, murmuring apologies, he hardly knew reins and placed her hands for a spring, while for what, unless that he could not feel as unPhilip stood aside to see her go up. But some- happy as she looked, nor quite regret her sweet thing happened: Modoc did something at the awkwardness. Dolly rode home burning with critical moment not in the program, and instead the resolution to get a quiet hour with Alan of finding herself where she had expected to be, behind the corral at once, and to make him Dolly was hopping through the dust on one foot, teach her the trick of mounting from the clinging with both hands to the saddle, and ground beyond peradventure of accidents. As Modoc was steadlly backing away from her. for the tan buskins-she put them into the kitA

very little of this sort of exercise suffices a chen range before she went to dress for lessons, proud girl on a warm day, with a sophisticated- Margaret protesting there was “ wear in them looking stranger for spectator. When Dolly yet," and asking if shoes grew on the bushes. had got both feet once more upon the ground, that she could afford to be so reckless.

(To be continued.)

Mary Hallock Foote.



TWO spots in all the world there are for me:
The one bright, radliant spot

Where beams her face,

The one broad, dreary space
Where she is not
Two spots in all the world there are for me.

Orelia ker Bell.

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POLITICAL caricature in the United States gle-handed, was fighting their battles against

virtually dates from the first administra- enemies from all quarters. Every conspicuous tion of Andrew Jackson. There had been oc- act of his public life was performed amid upcasional efforts to use caricature as a political roar and turmoil. Even when his “kitchen weapon previous to that time, but they were cabinet ” was dissolved, there was so much too crude in execution, too spasmodic in ap- dramatic disturbance that one of the political pearance, and too indefinite in purpose to be caricatures of the time pictures him, armed with taken into consideration in tracing the begin- a churn-dasher, clearing the kitchen of all opnings of our modern school. The advent in ponents as with the very besom of destruction. national politics of so robust a personality as Few of the earlier caricatures are to be found General Jackson seems not unnaturally to have now. They were issued at frequent intervals, stimulated a resort to pictorial means for both mainly in New York city, in lithograph sheets a-sailing and defending him. He had entered to be nailed upon walls or passed from hand the presidency as the savior of his country, a to hand. They were crude in drawing, and military hero of indomitable valor. His fight sometimes coarse to the point of indecency. against the United States Bank, his vociferous They bore evidence that their designers had and unceremonious methods of conducting con- gone abroad for inspiration, taking their ideas troversies with political opponents, the subser- mainly from English caricaturists. In fact our vient conduct of his famous “kitchen cabinet,” modern school of caricature dates from almost and its dissolution when Van Buren withdrew the same time as that of England, and both folfrom it, had combined during his first term to lowed closely after that of Italy, France, and enhance greatly his attractiveness as a popu- Germany. In all these countries the first poLar idol. He appeared before the people as litical caricatures were lithograph sheets, passed their only champion against the oppressive about from hand to hand; usually issued by the designs of a huge money monopoly in which artists themselves at first, and subsequently by the whole world was joined. He was the “Peo- some publishing house. The founder of the ple's Friend" in all crises; the giant who, sin- modern school in England was James Gillray,



11. istics of the caricaturists who had preceded him. - It was generally coarse, and it nearly always seen made its effect by use of exaggeration. In his

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