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The Wingham Times, 1888-03-30, Page 6'A GREAT .EC .E , 01, SHALL IT BE TONE. • ,,t 'Oh CHAPTER XXIIi.--(aasrw U 1) ) t iii }�: [. ars too tired to drive with youtave, said she to her has - bends Nish .. • e fierce excitement from which the t', •ring began to tell at last in the aces of her eyes and in the Hers tohing of her hands, "Do you going without me for once?" Well, really, Madeline, 1 don't care to go without you. I can give up my drive for one night. $ou know 1 am not an invalid now," said her husband, with a transparently jealOus. ]look at Gerald. HiSolheek self-abnegation was not well received Madame de Lanory oresdea the roam ra to the door of her own apart- ment, r fir, er hand for a momeut on Gerald's s der as she passed him, "" Very *el ; it is just as you please, You won't Mind my going out for a quarter of an hour, just to helpthis poor boy to find a lodging for the night, will you?" Without waiting for an answer she dis- appeared into her own room, from which she returned in a very few seconds, with her arnut thrust hastily through the sleeves of a long' rubysplush mantle trimmed with feathers, atemaile bonnet of the same colors on her h d, and her gloves in her hands. She nod it farewell to her husband, who was a ' kinieconsolate, put her hand thieeibth Geralt arm and left the room with hi . + e soon as they were sitting side . ; an open fiaera her composure gay • rdirecting the driver todrive Elysees, she turned to Gerald, a Voice hoarse from excite - tone 1 You have it with you ; let e it." ened his pooket-book and gave her lope in which the treasure was con- , She made him take oat one of the 4 -lamps to see it by. He watched her but it did not Iight up as if she recog- wised either stone` or crest. "You. have not seen it before ?" he asked, * enrious and disappointed. " No. The crest is quite unknown to tyre." "Then you don't think it will be of any value ?" "Of the greatest possible value, when we find some one who can identify it." " You know some one who can?" " I think so. You will trust me with this?" " Of course, madame." " You did not see Lord Kingeoliffe again after the interview you described in your letter ?" " No, madame. Did I tell you about Lord Kingscliffe's carious resemblance to Mr. Beresford ?" " What a strange fanny 1" She said these few words after a short pause, in a con- strained voice, without the spontaneity of eareleesness or surprise, yet she was much interested. " Is he an old man ?" "Very. And he is said to be very wick - .ed. I suppose you don't think, madame, that this—this scapegrace relation he spoke bout, who robbed him fourteen years ago, ould be—could be—" " Mr. Beresford ? 0, Gerald. isn't that mething like heresy?" he young fellow grew scarlet in the da ess. 't hac`d heard and seen such strange things lately, madame, that I begin to think there is only one good person in all the world." " And that is, of course, myself?" Gerald gave a perceptible start. " Ah, then it 18 not I." "You are out of the range of my judg- ment,. madame ; butl am sure you are every- thing that is noble and true," said he, evas- ively. " And now I have a question to ask that has been burning my tongue ever since I saw you, and 1 beg that you will be kind enough to answer me. 'Is the man on whose track we both are, the murderer of my fath- er, of Mr. Shaw, the man you hate and are hunting down—M. de Breteuil?" He could learn nothing from her look, words, or manner. She repeated the name, and asked: " What suggested Mr. Beresford's great client to you ?" " I was at his house to -day, on my way here—" Madame de Lancry was moved at last ; her head turned slightly toward him. " And I learnt several curious things about this rich man. The daughter of Mr. Beresford's game -keeper is installed there like a princess ; she herself speaks of him as being a mystery to her, and says that he has grown nervous and irritable during the last few days, that she hates him, and will steal his papers and use them against him if he does not treat her better." " She said all this to you to-day—this evening ?" said Madame de Lanory, much excited. "Yee. And she speaks of him as if :,e was hard and cruel. I myself, as soon as I heard hie voice—" " You heard his voice 1" echoed the lady, sharply. " Yea did not eee him?" "No, madame," answered Gerald, in a very quiet voice, drawing his own conclu- sions from her excitement, "I did not see him. He left the house while I was there to dine at the British Embassy." She asked no more questions, and for some time they drove on fn silence. At last she took out her watch, saw that. it wad half - past ton. and told the driver to go to the Rue du Faubourg Saint Honore. She stopped him at the British Embassy, and sent Gerald to ask the concierge whether Mr. Paget Lennox was theta this evening, and it so whether he would kindly come oat and speak to her. In a few minutes a tall young attache, with a long, aquiline note, a retreating chin, a drooping, fair moustache, and vacant, ight eyes, eamc out and leant over the side of the fitrcre, with every appearance of being delighted by this unexpected call. He was in evening drone, over which he wore a light overcoat. " You have been dining here this even' ing r asked the lady. " 1 guessed that yon would be. Jump in if you have nothing better to do, and tell me what everybody worn and what everybody said, to amuse me. I have been bored to death all day." Mr. Lennox glowed at Gerald, who modestly changed his Neat to the anoomfort- able haste shelf behind the driver" to make way for the new owner. _ Oh, this poor boy—Mr. Staunton, Mr wnon--•hat moored from England today, sins ire 1it her too tired to talk to Me, Ifor, tr Hist, you had the interesting millionaire, 14. de 13reteuil, at dinner I know, what did he talk about ?' "Madame de Lanory, you are a fairy;1 always thought you were, but now I am sure: The most interesting thing that was Paid at dinner this evening comes from the lips of the very parson you mention first," Well, well, and what was it ?" " Ile electrified ue all by declaring that be is tired of the Parisian a life, and that he intends to return before long, without any warning, in bis beat " Arabian Nights'' manner, to --Canada, I think he said. That is his native place, isn't it?" " !'insure I don'" know; but that is very interesting. He said he should go without warning ? " Yee, madame." " Ah 1" She pauset.", and then said care- lessly, "" Now for the others, What new story did you hear? What dresses did you see ?" But from this point Gerald knew that her interest in the ocenrencesof the evening was assumed, and when Mr. Lennox had been set down, at his request, just above the "road point," the young Englishman had no furth- er questions to ask as to the reason of her interest in M. de Breteuil. " What made you go to M. de Broteuil's this evening ?•' she asked suddenly as, by her directions, they drove toward the street where, six years ago, Gerald had found a modest lodging while he was in Paris, hunt- ing for the murderer of his father. " Mr. Smith ask me to go there se soon as I arrived in Paris, about an order which M. de Breteuil had given." "Mr. Smith sent you ?" "Yes, he gave me ,letter of introduction." " Which you presented ?" " I had no opportunity. The girl—the girl I told you about, madame, snatched it out of my hands and torn it before my eyes. See, I could not offer it again like that.' He took from his pocket the note which Babette's ruthless fingers had torn and crumpled. " Give it to me," said Madame de Lancry. He knew she was going to take unlawful advantage of this opportunity of reading a letter to some one else, but he had not the strength of mind to refuse. He gave it to her, and she read it twice, first to herself and then aloud.. It was this : " Gerald Staunton, who brings this letter to you, has the signet• stone in his possession, I have tried to get it, and have failed. If you try, you won't fail. Don't hurt the boy if you can help it. He's a good little chap." Madame de Laucry shuddered as she fold • ed the letter carefully and retained it in her own hands. " My boy, my boy," she said; turning to Gerald with real kindness and feeling, in her beautiful eyes. " Can't you see what weak weapons your own honor and honesty are against such cold-blooded and cunning wretches as these ? It wants something stronger than righteousness to fight them. You must not take one step without con- sulting me. Trust me, I will give yon work enough before long." Gerald bowed his head in silence, shocked and miserable. The image of his darling, his newly married wife, was forced from his mind once more by that of the treacher- ous Smith and of his more mysterious accom- plice. But when Madame de Lanory left him at the door of his lodging, and he lay down to restinhislittle room, the horrors of the oven- ingseemedtofade away likea pastnightmare and his last thought about Peggy was one, of perfect happiness and peace. " She is safe, far away from all this," he said to himself sleepily. ""Her father is her father after all, and she is too sweet and pure for even a devil like Smith to wish to do her harm." And so he fell asleep quite happily. CHAPTER XXVI. Gerald Staunton's first thought, as be sprang the next morning into the sudden and complete wakefulness which follows a night of long and sound sleep, was that he must go back at once to " Les Bouleaux " and Peggy. His experiences of the day be- fore had influenced his dreams, and they in turn influenced him • now, with the vague but violent force of prophecy. His night fancies, strong upon him still, were of danger to his darling ; and all the time that he dressed hurriedly breakfasted:. at a cafe, add walked toward the Hotel du Louvre to say good-bye to Madame de Lan- ory, he wondered how he could for one mo- ment, have dared to leave his poor little bride in the neighborhood of her selfish father and his unprincipled clerk. "If Mr. Beresford is still bent on her marrying. Victor, they will worry her life out," he thought. " She will never dare to own that she is my wife, and if she did they would never rest till they had found some cruel means of punishing her." He reached the hotel, and waited some minutes alone in the sitting -room where he had dined the evening before ; he was fran- tic with impatience by the time that Ma- dame de Lancry at last appeared, in a morn- ing-gown orning-gown of peach -tinted lace that would have taken his breath away if he had been less anxious,restless, and blind to every- thing but the mental image of Peggy. I have come to say goodbye, madame," said he, rushing toward her as if his train were already in sight. "Good-bye 1 0, no," said she quite calm- ly detaining his handjin a stronggrip, which made Gerald involuntarily thankful that the girl ho had married was not of the Amazon- ian build of the two ladies between whom he had been recently ahuttlecooked. " Did I not tell you last night that I should have some work for you to do ?" Gerald knew that this majestic lady took a real interest in him, knew that her coun- eel and support were likely to lead to re- sulte quite ae valuable for himself ae for her. Yet he could not help a feeling of irritation at her imperial manner of taking for grant- ed that what she had for him to do must neeeeaarily be of more importance than what he had to do for himself, " I will come back,. madame, and do whatever you wish. But ani atilt in Mr; Beresford's employment, and I am rtill bound to attend to his wither," he said quietly, looking at the carpet. ""Then it is by Mr. Bereeford's wisher that you are in euoh a hurry to return to " Lee Bandeaux'? Or by lib* Bereeford'r?' Gerald did not answer. Ile thought the lady res presuming upon the rights her klnd;u.• gave her. She way nqt le she 1 "." Ah 1„ linin iib• moan *Wan &Wog leant disaanoerted by itis old skeane, hew' in her turn at Oereid. "And t iiw iM11119 ever ; throwing herself on to a sofa, she glanced ab a chair that stood near, as an in• vitiation for bfm to sit beside her. Very re- luctantly be did so. "Wes Beresford bas returned to " Lou Bordeaux" then, I suppose. I heard that she left it suddenly, after your departure for England." "I believe she has returned, madame." "I see. You met her in England?" " Why not, mademe t A man may lave where he pleases ; and if ho is thrown into the society of a aweet and charming girl by parents who look upon her only as merchan- dise, it is the parents' fault and not either his or here, if he learns to love her with all his soul, and tells her so and•--ai cI sticks to it," The last words were not poetical, and Gerald felt this, Bet in a difficulty a lame. end to a sentence is better than none, and it suffioieutly intimated that he did notintend, to be majeetioally badgered out of his at- tachment. "And you mean to marry her?" " Yes." " Well, you must net. You think this is that fell round the sleeve of her mantlethat a caprice of mine, but it is not; and when I the woman's eyes began to brighten.and her dare to tell you my reason for speaking so face to show strong intereet. strongly, you will agree with me." " Ab, yes, yes, so I did," said she thought - She sprang up from the sofa, to Gerald's fully., " You have grown rich again then, bewilderment, and began pacing abort the madame, since I knew you at the hotel, and room, since that day when I met you—" " Well, madame, tell me your reason at " Yes," interrupted the lady coldly, " I once; that is only fair to me," said the young am rich now,. and I oan pay for your secret man passionately. " You told me, before I well." left Calais on your errand, that in less than " Ah 1 you want to have your revenge a fortnight (I think those were your words) I should be free to marry Peggy." "If you chose, I added that, did I not?" " Yea. The fortnight is over and I have chosen." "I thought when I said, those words—I ew harben " No, no, this iu an unlaaky young fallow whom I want you to help, in the goodness ofour heart, as you once helped me." Sine spoke rept. ly, being really disoon- oerted by the abrupt discovery that Rosalie knew even more than she expected, " Ah l" said the woman again, dubiously. "Monsieur does not want hie clothes sold, 1< su ose?" No. He wants to learn all he can about the past life of M. de Breteuil. It is a mat- ter of life and death to him." should hove thought madame would have been able to assist him better than I." "Back to a certain point I can, Further back than that you can, I think, Eleven years ago you said you held a remarkable. secret concerning M. de Breteuil, Bring it to market now, and you will and you did not deceive yourself about its value." Apparently Rosalie's philanthropy had grown rusty with years, for it was not un- til fly a slight but intentional movement of her left hand that Madame de Lanory al- lowed her purse to peep out from the lace now. You have waited a long time, but it comes at last," said. Rosalie, whose tongue had grown talkative now that her limbs could take more rest. " You have let M, de Breteuil—M. Louis grow rioh again, admit that I did saythem—that events build houses that are palaces, buy horses, have servants, slaves like an Eastern prince, would ' sllow each other a little more quick- and than you want to come and with your than they have done, I thought that little secret—" within two weeks from then you would have " Well, Madame Rosalie, we are waiting learnt certain facts of which you are still in for that." ignorance, wnioh would make you prefer to "" Be patient, It is a long time ago. I make the poorest creature that earns her must think, and I must find my proofs of livingin the streets your wife rather than . the truth of what I tell you. Every goner - that girl." ass has her enchantments, you know, and If her voice, her face had not betrayed an I have mine. unaccountable hatred of Peggy which re- She left the room; interest in the old polled his confidence, Gerald would have story she was about to rake up was now confessed that his employer's daughter was rising to aid the effect of cupidity, and she already his wife. As it was, the very vio- , was growing almost as eager to tell as her lenee of Madame de Lanory's prejudice re- visitors were to hear. For a few moments assured him as to the idleness of her vague , after she had gone, neither the lady nor her accusations, even while it excited his tori- : companion spoke to each other. Then Ger- osiry as to her reason for making them. • ald made a step forward from the fearful That Peggy's ill -protected wandering life splodge of vermilion and indigo hanging on had been as innocent as that of the cloister- the wall, and supposed to represent the sun ed nun of a fanatic's imagination, he would setting behind mountains, upon which he had have staked his very life : then what wildbeen gazing as intently as if it had been a fancy made this lady hate her, a girl whom Turner. she had scarcely seen ? I " Shall I wait for you in the coupe, ma - "Indeed, Madame de Lanory, the facts dame; you will be some time with this that would destroy my love for—for Peggy lady ?" he asked, looking at his feet and Bereafordd woul have to be veru appalling, blushing scarlet. indeed." A little, shivering sigh from the lady ""That I can believe. But as your love, I caused him involuntarily to look up, and he however deep it may be, must be destroyed, saw that her gray eyes were swimming in a the sooner you learn those facts the bet- mist of tears, which made her more modest, ter." more womanly, more worshipful in his eyes " Certainly, madame ; I am ready to hear than she had ever been before. In one them now:" electric glance he saw into the woman's pas- " Very well. Wait for me one moment." sionate heart, knew what sort of terrible " Cah you not tell me now, madame ? I history rhe had passed through ; while she want to get to the station."read stingless sympathy of a chivalrous na- She almost stamped her foot. I ture in the lad's eyes. "No, you muss wait for me," she said I "No," she said, very gently. " Stay imperiously. here. She oan tell nothing you may -not But she did not . put his patience to any know, nothing but what you had better severe test ; within five minutes she had know." left him and returned dressed in black and' .And he stepped back quietly to his old. wearing a short black veil. This attires he position, under the gem of art already des - had put on in accordance with the feminine cribed, as Rosalie re-entered. She had in superstition that to dress from head to foot her hand a small box ornamented with in black is a method of escaping observation, shells, in the centre of the lid of which was and Gerald followed the tall column down a pin -cushion of blue silk of a violet shade. stairs wondering where she was going to She held the box in both hands while she take him, They got into a coupe, and, talked. crossing the Seine, drove through an old " Tho story is not very long, madame, and dirty quarter of Paris, quite unfamiliar and it is for you tojudge whether it isof to Gerald, and stopped at the door of a any value. Seventeen years ago a hand. dingy fourth -rate hotel. Here they got out, some young Englishman came to Paris with and Madame de Lanory looked, with much his wife and a little child. They stayed at evident intereet, up at the windows as they a fashionable hotel and led a gay life abroad, passed into the courtyard. I though, from what the servants of the place "Your father was in this hotel, Gerald, could gather, they were not always too hap - the night befortehis death," she slid to the py at k ome. There were quarrels some - young man, leaning heavily upon his arm, , times between them, that was well known; much moved by the recollection of the and one day, when monsieur had to go to events which the dreary old house recalled ! the opera by himself, madame stayed at to her mina. I home with what she called a headache ; but Gerald echoed her last words in an awe- i the servants, who were leas refined, called struck whisper as they passed through the . it a black eye. Every ono took the part of doorway, and madame asked the stout lady madame ; she was so beautiful, had such in a shepherd's -plaid dress, with a broad, sweet mannete, and was so good to the turned -down white collar and large cerise child, who was a little witch whon'r every. bow, who sat in the bureau and smiled at body worshipped. My brother was a waiter the strangers, whether she knew the present there at the time, which, will explain a great address of a woman called Rosal.e, who hgd : deal of what I know. But all this time the been head chambermaid at the hotel eleven bill was never paid, and if it had not been years ago. for the smiles of the lady and her little one, "Ah, in my father-in-law's time 1 I re- who were two English angels, they would member, madame. Yes, she has retired; all have had notice to quit before long, for now, and lives at Passy. I can give madame monsieur's temper was detestable, and his her address," ' famiiy, of which he used he speak as if he She wrote it down, smiled as benignly at , had been a prince, never seem to send him the well-dressed strangers as if they had' any money. At last this floe young gentle - been valuable customers, and sent the seedy 1 man began to feel the pinch of poverty more waiter to see them to their carriage. They keenly, and the sharp eyes which watched drove almost in silence through the dull them detected that the lady no longer worn suburbs until they came to the cottage—it , any jewelery when she went out. Shortly after this was noticed there was a great dis- turbance in the hotel because one of the gen- tlemen staying in it missed some gold and notes from his portmanteau ;awaiter wassus- was scarcely more—where the ex-ohamber- maid had retired on her savings. She must have been a thrifty woman,that was clear ; for the little house and garden looked trim, prospe roue, and not without pected,butprovedtobeinnocent. and nothing . pretensions to more than the bare necee- was ever seen of the money. This commo- series of life in its jardinieres, striped tionwasacarcely forgotten whenalady in the blinds, and partioularly elaborate scraper. hotelhad a pairofdiamondear.xingsandsome A white -capped, neat maid opened bracelets stolen from her dressing -case. The the door and showed the strangers into a Honorable Mrs. Corrie—that was the young small salon, which pproved the limitations of English lady's name -,--was ill in her room at the ex -chambermaid's experience, as it was the time: When one of the chambermaids furnished with the secondhand smartness took up to her a cup of coffee and a, biscuit of a room in a cheap hotel, whilethe mantel- for the child, she saw lying on the sofa, one piece was piled high with plaster images of of the bracelets which had just been missed, saints, and with ugly -painted china vases The girl was intelligent, and guessing the full of tawdry' artificial flowers, truth, said, " Ah, madame, you have drop. Madame Rosalie did not keep them long ped one of yourbracolets." " No," said the waiting.;;,She was not much changed, Made- lady, "it is one my husband has just given lino thought, as the aparo. bright-eyed me." woman came in, wearing a cap and dark "The chambermaid hurries off with the stuff gown, as of old, but with the dignity' tray, infertha the proprietor. A strict look - of leisure in her manner. She abet the door out is kept for the return of the honorable and Dame slowly forward toward her visi• Mr, Corrie, But he knows better he does tore, peering at them in the old keen man- not return. Little by little the truth leaks ner until, as the tall lady in black held out out to the poor lady ; het husband has rob- her hand, she fell back a step with a cry : bed the strangers and deported her, Poor "Mori Dieu I C'eet Madame de Brett). thing 1 she was heart -broken, they say; she nil I" wrote to her friends in England, and an Old Gerald grew white and cold. Madame gentleman, her step -father, I believe, oamo de Lanory glanced hastily at him, and gave to fetch her and her child back, and part a hard, short laugh. of the hotel -bill wet paid—otter a disputa. "No, Rosalie, tent are making some But the proprietor was not hard upon them. g .. <, t y s ten. strange mistake, ! am Madame Lents, Ila saw that they were victim whom you helped and were kind to eleven I rap father and mother and child onoe, year' ago. Sinoe then my husband has died when I went to the hotel to visit mybrother; and I have marled again." and 1 have never reed the ladies again. Bat hen, six years Istur, J. Maim dine ,rich and fashionable M. de .Brateuil driving int e Chomp. Elysees, I recognized him under the wand hen he appeared at that little hotel where I first had the honor of meeting8 you, ma. dame," with a respectful inoiination to Madeline, "I knew him at once, and I took good care, though our visitors' luggage was eeldomworth ransacking --to .look up the rooms." " And you never told me," burst alt Madeline, The old Frenchwoman shrugged her shoulders, "What good would it have done, madame ? Yon learnt your lesson soon enough, and I kept a valuable secret that is all," " And this ?" asked Madame de .Lanory, touching the shell -box. Ah, this oontente some fragments of let. tore from the Honorable Mr, Corrie to his wife; they were found in the grate of the room the need, and it was I myself who pasted them together." Andy very proud of her iugoauity, Rosa. lie flourished an old letter, the torn pieces of which were neatly jo.ned together by thin stripe of gummy paper out off the edges of a sheet of postage -stamps, Madeline, with trembling hands, took one of the letters and began to read it. She had Duly seen the first line : '"My darling wife," when she was startled by a hoarse gasp from Gerald, who had drawn near to listen to Rosalie's story. She looked up, and sawthat hie eyes were fixed on something which had for a moment escaped her notice in the agi- tation the eight of the handwriting caused her. It was the crest at the head of the lettor : two herons, the one standing with wings outstretched over the prostrate body of the other ; and the motto : "" Vaincqueur et roy." " What dons that mean?" asked Gerald hoarsely. (To 1310 0ONTINUED.) The Way of the Transgressor. Business defaulters have after all a pretty hard time of it, when things come down to hard pan. They purchase the money they secure by crookedness at a very high rate. Honesty would have paid them better even as hard cash, and still more, in a fair, un- tarnished character, and a quiet approving conscience. The following is the testimony of one who made proof of what he says, and has found that the way of transgressors is hard. He had been a bank officer but wish- ed to get along faster than honesty would permit, and had consequently to decamp as a defaulter. He had been prominent in religious matters, but since his trial and ex- posure had not for two years been withinia church, and this is how it all looks to him now :— " I have taken my little boy to Sundays School occasionally, and that is all. No, I had too great a weight of sin upon me to en- joy anything religious. !haven't boon happy a moment since 1 have been in this miserable business, and if a man don't believe that 'the wages of sin is death,' just let him try it. I feel like calling en the rocks to fall down on me. I have been going around the past few days trying to get work, offering to work for my b,,ard, offering to wash dishes in a hotel. I might have been a bank. cashier. These things are so pleasant to contemplate. How I could'ever bo such a fool is more than I'ean understand." Yes, that is about the size of it. ° "'To my certain knowledge," says Jenkinson, the clever rascal in the "Vicar of Wakefield,' "I have cheated Fernier Flanborough at least once a year for the last twenty years and yet he is mere prosperous than ever while I, with all my clover dodges, find my- self in prison." There is not a thief or an unhanged rogue in the country but would have today been much better off had he brought the same amount of energy and cleverness, which he has expended on roguery, to bear upon some honest employ- ment and respectable way of living, with a good name and clear conscience into the bargain. No 1 rascality don't pay. 6 Purgatory Bullets." An excited Irishman lately rushed into a Boston drug store, having a "broken -up " appearance generally. " Be jabbers l" he yelled, "I'm all wrong evtoirely. I want some sthuff to straighten me out. Some of thim ' Purgatory Bullets' will fix me, I'm thinkin'. What d'ye tax for thim?" "What do you mean?" asked the clerk. "' Purga- tory Bullets,' sor, or somethin' loike that, they call thim," replied the man. ".' Shure, I'm in Purgatory already, with headache, and liver complaint, and bad stomach, and the devil knows what all." The clerk pass- ed out a vial of Dr. Pierce's Pleasant Pur- gative Pellets, and Pat went off contented. These little Pellets euro all derangements of liver, stomach and bowels. Sugar-coated, little larger than mustard seeds, and pleasant to take. Druggists. Brown is a fashionable Color for evening as well as day wear. Does the Earth Really Move ? Science says that it does, but we cannot help wondering sometimes if there isn't some mistake about it, when we eee how stubbornly certain old fogies cling to their musty and antiquated ideas. It was believed once that consumption was incurable, and although it has been clearly demonstrated that it ianot,thouaands of old-time physicians close their eyes and put their hands to their ears and refuse to abandon the theory, But for all that the world' moves on, and Dr Pierce's Golden Medical DiscoveryScontinuce to rescue sufferers from coneumptivos graves. It is a sure euro for this dreaded disease, if taken in time. All scrofulous dieoares—and consumption is included in the list—yield to it. Mosaic jewelry in silver settings is in high favor. Shall Women Be Allowed to Vote? The question of female suffrage has agi- tated the tongues and pens of reformers tor many years, and good arguments have been adduced for and against it. Many of the softer hex could vote intellf;ently, and many would vote as their husbands did, and give no thought to the morite of a political Josue. They would all vote for Dr. Pierce's Favorite Preeoription, for they know it is a boon to their sex, • It is unequalled for the cure of leucorrhea, abnormal disohargee, morning eiekners, and the countless ille to which women are eubjeot. It is the only remedy for woman's peouliar weaknesses and ail. mentos, sold by druggists, under a positive guarantee from the manufacturers, that it will give satiefaotlon in every Date, or mon-. ey will be refunded, See guarantee on wrapper around bottle.