mand, little suits the polite Ambassa-
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dor.


my King never bugs soldiers,' he
whispers with sneer, and then bow
ing politely, retires.


Stupgsto tie quick with this cool
insult, Arnold, turning his eyes away
from the British Spy, salutes the In
dian chief.
s"My brothers are willing to own
the Death Eagle as their chief ex
claims the Indian. yet are they a.
fraid, that he loves the pale faces too
WE'LL


TRY my love for the pale faces
mutters Arnold with look and
sneer that makes eventhe red Indian
start.


The chief resumes: my brothers
who are many-their numbers are as
the leaves ofthe forest--my brothers
who sharpen their lancets, for the
scalps of the pale face; will ask the
Death Eagle to lead them on to the
towns of the pale faces; to burn, to
kill, till not single pale face is left
in the land.


'Try me! was the hoarse response





Of Arnold, given with knit brows;
and clenched hands. & l8a


'Then shall Death Eagle become
the chief of the red men'-said the
Indian-'But his pale face squaw
there! he must leave her; she can ne.
yer dwell in the tents of the red men.
Then it vas that Arnold--who had
not embraced with a CLEAN of savage
delight, the proposition to become
the chief OF murderous tribe Of wild
Indians, felt his heart grow cold!


All! how he loved that wife!
Arnold who in his mad revenge,
was willing TO sweep the towns of the
whites with torch and knife, quailed
with the idea ofleaving behind that
fair young wife.


'The Death Eagle cannot be your
chief he said as he turned from the
Indian. The red man went from the
room with sneer on his dark face.
for the man who could not sacrifice
his wife-the loved one Of his heart
Ito that revenge, which was about to
stamp his name with eternal scorn.


Now take this letter to Sir Henry
Clinton! gasped Arnold, placing the
fatal letter in the hands Of the British
Spy. And then Arnold and his wife
were alone. s


Then that wife--gazing on the no.
BILE countenance other husband, now
livid as ashes-gazing in that dark
eye, now wild and rolling in its glance
gazing on that white lip, that quiv-
cred likea dry leaf--then that wife
Of Arnold trembled as she felt that
the dread Rubicon was passed, that
Arnold. the Patriot, dead, she sat in
the presence of ARNOLD THE TRAIT
OR! DO aiaf.a 9ais
A good story is told in the Cincin-
natl Enquirer ofa Scotchman who
was dining out for the first time
and was consequently little uneasy
in his boots. During the first course
he succeeded in dropping his napkin,
bread and fork upon the floor, and as
he made dive for them, his coat
collar capsized bis soup plate, Which
gave him warm shower bath. -
While in this agreea bic situation, his
host called out: "Mr. Campbell,
where is Mr.. CampbeIl?' A hall
smothered voice issuing from under
the table, replied, 81 wish he was in
h-lln' 3sa 1a 1s


oo''o Short Prayers


One The shortest and most comnrehen
sive prayers of modern times, said Sil
William Wyndham, is that of soldier
before the battle ofBlenheim --"Oh, God
if there be God, save my soul, if have
SOUL" Bishop Atterbury, who was pres
ent. said he could produce prayer as
concise as that, and IN similar circumstan
ces, but, he thought, in much bette