ing himself by holding
on to the back of the chair. Jones fired again, and at the report the
man clapped his left hand tightly over his heart, and with a muttered
imprecation threw the knife at Jones just as he fired his fourth shot,
the thud of the knife driving deep into the wood close to Jones' head
being followed by the sound of a falling body on the hard floor. As the
consul ran into the room followed by one of his men he found Jones
sitting on the lounge, pale and weak from excitement and fever.

"Lucky you had the pistol," remarked the consul; "might have been
unpleasant. See that gummy green stuff on the knife? Well, that is
poison, and a mighty bad poison, too; one little scratch--But all's well
that ends well; the steamer is in, and if I were you I would make a bee
line for the pier, and get on board just as soon as the Lord will let
you!"

Jones rose with some difficulty and went out upon the wide balcony. On
the blue waters of the bay he saw a large steamer, and at her stern,
floating in the breeze, the most beautiful flag in the world, the Stars
and Stripes.

The effect on him, in his half hysterical condition, was to make him
want to cry and cheer at the same time. The room he had just left was
dark in contrast to the bright sunshine outside; but he could see the
knife and the dead body of the negro, from which a narrow dark red
streak was slowly making its way across the floor.

"We can't go any too quick to suit me," said Jones.

AN ARIZONA EPISODE.

I.

Wendell Harrison was a club man with no ambition in life beyond making
his small income pay his club fees, and leave enough for him to live in
the manner peculiar to young men of his class. His one hope in life, as
he often told his particular crony, was to find a rich wife, and it
seemed to Harrison that chance had played into his hands when he
received an invitation from old John Stiversant to join his party on a
trip to the Grand Canyon in Northern Arizona.

Harrison had met old Stiversant on the yacht of a mutual friend a few
weeks before, and knowing how to make himself agreeable he had done so
to the best of his ability, with the result that he had been asked to
make one of a party on this western trip in Mr. Stiversant's private
car.

"Good luck to you, old man," said his chum as he was leaving the club on
his way to the station. "Go in and win."

"Trust me for that," answered Harrison.

The trip out proved a delightful one.