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In sheer concern old Jim went forth that cold and windy afternoon of the day but four removed from Christmas, to make at least a show of working on his claim. Keno, Skeezucks, and the pup remained behind, the little red-headed man being busily engaged in some great culinary mystery from which he said his lemon-pie for Christmas should evolve.

Keno, its intended leader, did indeed proceed to Mimana and assume there the duties of governor, but he proved at once arrogant and incompetent, employing to an extravagant degree the ordeal of boiling water, so that many innocent people suffered fatally, and putting to death children of mixed Korean and Japanese parentage instead of encouraging unions which would have tended to bring the two countries closer together.

After fording the stream at the further point -under protest from Keno, who picked his way very carefully and grudgingly over the treacherous rocky bed -Ralph dismounted and tied the horse to a tree.

A light flashes from a guardsman's lantern, and George Mullholland is discovered with the forlorn woman in his arms-she clings tenaciously to her babe-rushing into the street. A WEEK has rolled into the past since the event at the Keno den. Madame Montford, pale, thoughtful, and abstracted, sits musing in her parlor.

He wanted to have a talk with Miss Georgie himself, and he certainly did not want Evadna, of all people, to hear what he had to say. For just a minute he wished that they had quarreled again. He went down to the stable, started to saddle Keno, and then decided that he would not.

Yes, that big mine over in Keno that they thought was worth millions, only it pinched right out at depth; but it showed up the nicest specimens of jewelry gold that has ever been seen in these parts. Well, this Wunpost, as they call him, was working on a grubstake for a banker named Judson Eells.

"Yes, that's just like you, Mr. M. R. Wiley," she observed with scathing sarcasm. "You were just that way when you were a kid here in Keno always trying to get the advantage of somebody. But if I'd thought you had the nerve " She glanced at the paper and gasped and Wiley showed his teeth in a grin. "Well, she crowded me to it," he answered with a swagger.

He proceeded boldly on his course. "Now, I'll stay outside and hold the pup," said Keno. "If anything goes wrong, you let the pup go loose," instructed Jim. "He might distract her attention." Thereupon he went in at the creaking little garden gate, and, leaving it open, knocked on the door and entered the house. He had hardly more than come within the room when Miss Doc appeared from her kitchen.

"What would little Skeezucks like old brother Jim to make for breakfast?" The quaint bit of a man drew a trifle closer to the rough old coat and timidly answered: "Bwead an' milk." The two men started mildly. "By jinks!" said the awe-smitten Keno. "By jinks! talkin'!" "I told you so," said Jim, suppressing his excitement. "Bread and milk?" he repeated. "Just bread and milk. You poor little shaver!

Would little Skeezucks like a train of cars?" Again the little pilgrim shook his head. "Then what more would the baby like?" coaxed the miner. Again with his shy little cuddling up the wee man answered, "Moey bwead an' milk." "By jinks!" repeated the flabbergasted Keno, and he pulled at his sleeves with all his strength. "Say, Keno," said Jim, "go find Miss Doc's goat and milk him for the boy."