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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Advocate, 1894-8-30, Page 7A Woman's Crime. BY AN etX-DDTi1CTivE, Published by liremission of the ow nerS of the Copyright. OHAPTI 1 I,—OLD eatneleDe, WPLL MDT. '.l' was the first day of September, but it might have been the earliest in August, or the latest in July, so fiercely did Westin shine down up- on the city pavements, so sultry was the atmosphere, and so eager was the clust to defy sprinklers, and be- stow itself, unsolicited, upon ladies' sum- mer bonnets and gents' unmentionables. It was only 10 o'clock in the morning, and yet the pedestrian, walking down the sunny side of Madison street, Chicago, on this first clay of September, in the year of our Lord 187—, wottldhave, undoubtedly, exclaimed—lead lie been a true Chicagoan —that it was " hot." At 10 o'clock in the morning aimless promenaders are but few upon the thor- oughfares ; but on this especial occasion, at least, one very listless individual might have been seen sauntering slowly down from Clark street, occasionally stopping to gaze at some window with a half care- less, half critical, wholly lazy air. The loiterer was a young and handsome man, his face, so much of it as might be seen, under the shadow of a big Kos- suth," was much sun -burned ; the eyes were large and dark, having, even in a listless mood, a certain quaint expression, that at once stamped the man as an ''orig- inal." The chin was firm, and the mouth, which might have boon handsome or oth- erwise, was hidden underneath a heavy mustache of a reddish brown color, just one shaclelighter than the thick, straight, close -cropped. hair. The young man had the look of an American, a gelwine Yankee ; but any citizen of Chicago could have told you that his clothes were never made by an American tailor ; they had a very foreign look, as if they had been manufactured for some tall English sobersides, and had fallen upon the limbs and shoulders of this big, careless, self-reliant, yet some- what preoccupied loiterer, by mistake. Evidently the buildings upon which he gazed were new things to him, for he seemed much inclined to criticise some of the most pretentious, and to find some room for dissatisfaction. Crossing Dearborn street, with the sub- limest disregard for drays and newsboys, he paused before the Tribune building, and scanned the structure with consider- able interest. Finally he entered at the great door, through which anxious -look- ing people are constantly hurrying, and, leaning his back against the wall, lost himself for a moment in watching and pondering the evolutions of the famous " advertisement " system. Shabby -look- ing women, who had advertised forloans, or for sewing, presented a lettered ticket, and walked away with a doleful face, and perhaps two or three letters. Flashy - looking men, who had advertised for a " lady correspondent," a " refined house- keeper," or a pretty " emanuensis," and who turned away from the box with a big pocket of letters and a coarse joke at the expense of the unknown writers ; sharp - looking men, who wrote " ads." for "partners" and " business chances " and handed them to the clerk, together with the required change, in an. off -hand man- ner, plainly betokening that they knew what they were about, and that it was something worth knowing too. All these the stranger surveyed, with an amused twinkle of the shrewd dark eyes. and then turning himself about was suddenly aware that his self-absorption had caused thin to commit a blinder ; he had turned upon a young lady who was just entering the building with such force as to almost throw her off her feet. While he was offering to the young lady a hur- ried apology three young men entered the office, and he felt rather than saw that one of them had stopped short and was gazing fixedly at him. Having made his peace with the injured fair one, he turned and confronted the new comer. In another instanttwohands were outstretch- ed, and the latest arrival was saying in quick, cheery tones : "Rob Jocelyn ! By the powers ! Where on earth did you come from, and where have you been ?"—" and where am I go- ing?" supplemented Jocelyn, whose eyes were now dancing with mirth and glad recognition, and Whose big brown hand was shaking the smaller white one of his friend with unmistakable warmth. "Glad to see you, Neil, glad to see you—don't ask where I've been now—it makes me sweat to think of it," "Well, I won't," declared the new- comer, with a mellow hall laugh. "And I won't ask where you are going, for, by George, I don't intend to lose sight of you just yet." " Good enough," said Jocelyn, with beaming countenance. " If that's the case, come along ; I have deep prancing up and down these hotstreets for two long hours. and I want a cigar and a glass of lager in the shade." yThe new -comer larghedagain asif well accustomed) to the odd expressions of his friend, and then lifting his hat to wipe the prespiration off a forehead that was white as a girl's, he turned toward the companions who, had entered with him. "Here you are, Bathurst,"' said one of thein, turning from the clerk's window with a packet of letters in his hand. "Lots of missives from fair ladies; we will see what we will. see, now . Without replying to this soinew hat enigmatical speech, the young man ad- dressed as Bathurst turned toward his new found friend and performed the cere- mony of introduction, " Jocelyn, this is Mr, Artevetcit," motioning toward the young man with the letters, " and this," turning toward the other, " is Mr. Fordham. The gentlemen exchanged salutations; the keen eyes of the big stranger scrttti nized Messrs. Artevelt and Fordham, very closely, and then he said, in a drew l- ingcm ite rto different from. that in which he had acldressedl his friend Bath- urst. gentlemen; , after Glad. to meet you, „ , " • whieh he turned. to Bathurst. and said in the same tone, "Don't let ene come it the way' if you are engaged with your friends, Neil, you can look. me up at the Tremont, later,,you know." r ""Not a bit of .it, said Bathur:�st,brriskly , " we only met by chance, as you and I did, and I must have a long' talk with you, off hand, so come along. Arteveldt will excuse us."" " Oh, certainly," replied young Arte - veldt, carelessly; "it s too duced hot to have anythin spode]. on foot this morn- ing it. fact I havo not had my breakfest, You. will Won hand for the North Side to g -ni ht , won't youBathurst?" Neil Bathurst hesitated for a momont, and then replied. "No, I think xtot, Not if Jocelyn is at my disposal. I haven't seen pini fit three years, Arteveldt, ond.I don't want to quit him ; he is liable to slip me like an eel. You'll make my ex - eases to the Ruthvens to -night ; I don't think they will take it amiss, as 1 ail al- most a stranger to thent," t' Oli ! of course I can fix it with them," relied Arteveldt. " Bat I em sorryyou won't be with us, you Will miss seing some ducenice girls." Neil Bathurst shrugged one shoulder impatiently. I leave the girls to you," he said half scornfully. " Come thou, Jocelyn, en avant for somewhere," He nodded to Artexeldt, lifted his hat to Forham, and turned away followed by his friend. " .whioh way ? " he asked, as tltoy stepped out upon the .tot pavement. " Anywhere," replied, Jocelyn, " pro- vided it's cool and they keep good beer. I'm as thirsty as a herring." " Then what do you say to the ' Gar- dens ; ' they are cool, and the tap is good; "besides, if you want to see any one, man or woman, that's the place to find them?" " Oh, I am not looking for any one," replied Jocelyn, indifferently, " at least, not for any one I am likely to find in that way. It's all one to me where we go, bat let's got somewhere quick," • " All right," rejoined Bathurst, with the cheery laugh that seemed habitual to him. " We will go to the 'Trivoli Gar - don,' it's not far ; why, old man you aro a stranger in Chicago ; you have not been here since the fire?" "No; and I'll be blamed if it don't seem odd to me, after wandering all over Europe for a few years, to come back to the old. city I knew so well, and fincl.it as strange to nue as Greece or Rome. By the way, how long have you been here, Neil, and when did you quit the New York Agency ?" R" How do you know I have quit' the Agency?" asked Bathurst, with a side glance at his companion. "How did Iknow ? Well, that's a ques- tion, Didn't I go to the Agency straight as soon as niy feet touched. New York bot- tom, and didn't they tell me that you had left them in spite of themselves, and were, or they supposed you were, operat- ing in Chicago?" " Well, to tell the truth, I quit simply because I wanted a change and because I had overworked. I have been knocked on the head with a jimmy, stuck in the ribs with a bowie, and perforated in divers places with bullets since you ` sailed away in a gallant bark,' and neglected your friends for five long years. Eighteen months ago they sent me here to work up a forgery case. It took me three months, and then I sent back my papers, and re- mained. here. I have 'been figuring, to some extent, as a private gentleman, and that is how you found me in company with that fop, Arteveldt and his chum. But, here's the ' Trivoli,' Bob. Come in, and we will refresh the inner man." They passed in at the Clark street en- trance, ntrance, and Jocelyn uttered a half whistle as he dropped into a chair, and looked about him. " Why !" ' he exclaimed, giving the table an emphatic tap with his forefinger, " it's a regular German 'Bier Garten,' and on a large scale, too." "Nevertheless you can buy a Delrnonico dinner here, and eat it off this same table." "And all the pretty girls come here, don't they?" queried Jocelyn, continuing his survey and gazing with considerable interest in the direction of the ladies' salon. " A great many pretty ones do, that's a fact," replied. Bathurst indifferently, "and. some duced ugly ones, too." Don't look at tient. Neil ; don't look at them !" said Jocelyn, with great solemnity; ""here comes the beer. NOW then." And he drained off his glass in a twinkling. " I tellyou what, old man," said he, setting down his glass with emphasis, and letting his eyes rove over the groups of ladies scattered about at the tables beyond hien. "It won't clo to try and compare notes here ; I shan't be able to stick to my text at all." "Good Lord, man !" exclaimed the other, "you are not woman marl to that extent." Jocelyn leaned back in his chair and indulged in an exercise that was some- thing between a laugh and a series of chuckles. " Well, you knoev, Neil, I always had a fancy for pretty faces on my own private account." "No ! did yon?" sarcastically interrupt- ed Bathurst. "And," ptusuecl Jocelyn, without seeming to notice the interruption, and with a flourish of the handl peculiar to himself, "I like 'em yet, very much ; but lately I have had another reason for studying the faces of pretty women.. De. you holed your old theory, about faces ?" Assuredly." " Well, you always wore a queer fish.""" Thanks," laughed Bathurst, "sante to you." `Oh, I know I have my oddities, at least that's the general opinion. Well, let's go around to niy quarter at the Tre- mont; eve'11 order some good wine—I have 'brought over' some prone cigars—and talk things over. By the way, according to your face theory,. how do you make out yon chaps we have just left?" " Arteveldt and Fordham ?'l Jocelyn nodded. "'Well, you see, I apply my theory to strangers; these fellows 1' know pretty wen ;-tell us what you thought of them; you gave them a pretty close quiz ?" ""Well," said Jocelyn, meditatively, << I should say that yon Arteveldt was three pants fool, and the other chap toler- ably sharp, pretty conceited, and thor- oughly knavish. Ergo—if you were any one else I should wonder what you were doing in such company." • Bathurst laughed carelessly. "`Well, you have hit them off "as well as I could have done," he said. Arteveldt belongs to a very old and highly aristrerattc family, is the only son of a widowed mother, and all that—widowed mother lives on the avenue, in a palace, and has a regular bonanza fortune—therefore, of course, Arteveldt is accounted a good. fel- low by the men, and a great catch by the. women; he is too pretty to suit my taste, and always has a few love affairs on hand. He is .fond of drink and fond of cards. too fond of them ; he dropped some two thousand, over across the way, only last night; and don't seem much phased either, The other follow I dont know so well; he is a newspaper jockey of some sort, always rias a 'scheme' on hand, and is Artevoldt's right bower." "Just so," Dryly., "Well, let's drop them and strike out for the Tremont." Bath'ttist beckoned to the •waiter, settled their small indebtedness, and the tteo, passing out through, the ladies' enteenee, turned their fades toward .the . nt hotel known .as the Tremont. They had been sworn friends, end;allies, as well as brother, detectives, these two ; friends since the very day that had brought Neil Bathurst, then a mere. lad, into favorable notice among the „opera- fives of a certain eastern agency. Ono of ite operators had picked hint up, as it were, a runaway gamin, and had found so quick-witted, agile, and altogether useful that he had been retained in the service, and, at the age of fourteen, found himself fully launched as a boy detective. At that time Rob Jocelyn was a tall young man of twenty-four, and a skillful detective, high in favor of New York ofii- Dials. From the first he lead been much attracted toward the bright youth, and when, three years later, the two were sent to. Chicago to follow up an almost hopeless clue, they became sworn friends, as their work brought their, for the first time, in close, constant companionship. That was before the great fire, since which Robert Jocelyn had not set foot in Chicago, until the very morning onwhieh our story beq'ns. So setecesstully did the two operate to- gether, that, on their return to Gotham, they were once more sent . out to work in unison ; they passed two years in ferret- ing out various "absconders" to the Pacific slope, and again returned to head- quarters. A year later Robert Jocelyn was despatched to Europe to ferret out a case in a foreign port, leaving his friend, then a handsome young fellow of twenty, for an indefinite time. At twenty, Neil Bathurst Bad been a slender young mala, just a little above the mediums height, with short cropped curly hair, blaole as darkness, and soft as silk, with dark blue eyes that were cap- able of as many exceressions as the orbs of of the veriest coquette, a complexion fair as any girl's, hands white and slender, a firm, redlipped mouth, shadowed by a small black mustache, and strong, even, white teeth that were somewhat promi- nent when the lips parted in a smile. This was Neil Bathurst at twenty. Neil. Bathurst at twenty-five was a trifle firmer in build, a trifle browner in complexion, and otherwise outwardly unchanged. When they had gained the privacy of Robert Joselyn's cozy room, the latter turned toward his young friend, and, let- ting two firm brown hands fall upon his handsome shoulders, surveyed him with a world of honest affection shining in the quaint brown eyes. i ou young dog," he exclaimed, sway- ing him gently with those powerful hands. ""You villain, I'm gladder to see you than if you were my grandmother, or my Sunday sweetheart. There," let- ting him go suddenly, "sit down, sit down, we will see if your face -reading talent can do me any good." CHAPTER U.—A WOEAN'S F]YD. "I don't suppose that you ever wonder- ed at my not writing, seeing that I never did write a personal letter, to your know- ledge??" quoth Mr. Joselyn stretching out his limbs to their utmost, leaning as far back as possible in his chair, and puffing lazily at one of his imported weeds. I did trot. , sea • Ferran', "fora good refason, Ferrars was not in London, he was not. in England, and nobody knew just where he was ; he had been working some private case and had been dealing directly with his employer. They had not had a re- port ficin Ferran in months, that was three years ago. Well, r did not need any assistance from EngU'h detectives, and I was just Yankee enough to be glad of it. To abbreviate --at about the time when I sent home my last report and found my occupation gone, something occurred that stirred up all the polio() of London, and curdled the blood of the phlegmatic citizens. Of course you heard of it at the time. It was the murder of that old Jew, and his still older sister, by. his young, wife." " Yes, I remember something of the event, and that there was a large reward offered by the crown. Did they ever find her?" I should rather think not. My boy, I have ransacked all England, France, Germany, Italy, Greece, Corsica and the uttermost parts of the earth; I have searched three years for that very woman, fend for once ha his life Rob Jocelyn has found his match." Neil made no comment, but the inten- sity of his gaze betokened his eager inter- est. " The old man was a member of a very strong and wealthy secret order of Jews, and they doubled the reward offered by the Queen. Well, to make a long story short, I negotiated with them. Of course they wanted Ferrars, but he was out of the question, and my credentials were good, they finally decided to let me han- dle the case for them ; I was to have my expenses, in any case, and two thousand pounds if I succeeded ; that is to say, the Jews would bear ray expenses, and if I found the woman I would receive one thou' from the Crown—you see the mur- dered man left a large estate tothe Crown —and one from the Jews. I was satisfied with this, for I wanted to see all these countries, and could afford to squander a year or two in this way. So we struck a bargain, and Ihave been a wandering Jew over since." " And your case." " Is still a mystery ; I can't find the woman." " Nor any clue ?" " Nor any clue." " What had you to begin with, Bob?" " That's the queerest part of it ; I had— only one eye." "Only what?" " Only one eye, Neil, one painted eye," said Jocelyn, beginning to take things from his pocket with great rapidity. "My boy, there was not one trace of that woman after she had committed the deed; she may have ridden away on a broom- stick for aught I or any one could find out to the contrary. I could not even.get an accurate description of her. As for the picture—well, as I said before, I got one eye. He had been searching through a small pocketbook, and now produced something carefully folded away in oil silk, which he removed rapidly, and then leaning forward placed in the hand of the astonished. Neil a bit of canvas, evi- dently out from a picture, a painted hu- man uman eye. " Think of it, Neil!" he said, as Bath- urst gazed intentlyuponthat one dismem- bered organ of vision. "How can a man hope to outwit a woman of barely eight- een, who, with her hand yet red with the blood of her victims, can think so far that she will stop her flight to cut and slash the tell-tale picture, Which, if left intact, might have brought her to justice long ago. Bah! it only strengthens my belief in the superfine cunning and viciousness of a vicious woman. Men may be good, bad and indifferent, but women ! by the Lord, they are either angels or devils." Then, with a sudden drop of the voice, "What do you think of that eye?" SIIE WAS DRESSED IN A JAUNTY SUIT OF BUFF LINEN. "No, I can't truthfully say that I did," answered Bathurst, who was perched. boy fashion, upon the arm of a big chair, looking very wide awake and eager. "My only query was, whether you were dead. or alive, and you niay wager that there was a commotion among the fel- lows when it was announced that 'Big Jocelyn' had sent back his resignation from some remote corner of France, and ISMS not coming back for the present. After such confounded splendid work as you had just finished too." "Well," said Jocelyn giving an uncom- monly strong pull at his cigar, "if you will get off that chair arm, and stop look- ing so deucedly like a big interrogation point, I will try and make things a little clearer. For be it known, I carie to New York just four days ago, fresh from the briny, and I arrived in Chicago this blessed morning for the express purpose of hunting you out." "Did you, though," queried Bathurst, with an expression, half pathetic, shining in his blue eyes. "Bat that was good of you—and how lucky that I met you at the `Tribune.' " "Yes," laconically, "saved me a hunt in strange places, and I have had about enough of that sort of fun for awhile." "Well, here we are at all events," said Bathurst, flinging himself at full length upon a sofa and turning his face toward his coinpanion. "I'm all ready to listen, Bob, so blaze away." "You see," began Jocelyn in a more subdued tone than he had yet need, "I think the very nature of our business snakes anything tame after awhile, and I was at best fond of change, rind new ground to work over, so when I found my seaport affair winding up so grandly, I began to reflect that I had not begun to see Europe yet, and to look about me for an excuse for remaining, longer on the other side of the big pond, Owing to the nature of my business I had kept away from. Scotland Yarcl, but I now began to medit e paying a visit to our English conteifporaries. "Yes," put in Neil, eagerly, "And, in fact, I did visit them eventu- ally. 'Neil suddenly reared himself upon his elbow.elia s " ., r 2"' Did yott see .that fine follow, :C lie asked, eagerl. "No, I didn't:" back with a regretful Neil dropped b sigh; ,, " I m gory ho mtixinttred, plaintive- � rc of a braver English - 1y, "1 i'tevei hued. 9e man. I want to know. more of him, "You unearthly enthusiast," said Joce- lyn, smiling benignly ae.ross at him, "No, "Nobody knows; site talked the most perfect Freneh and pureet English." " That makes her coming 'to• America still move probable. Bob, are you work- ing upon :any system, or do you intend to puisne every dark -eyed woman with a twist of the neck until you find the right ono ?" Jocelyn arose and stretched himself be- fore he answered. "Not quite so bad as that, Neil ; I have a system, and it will yet run down my game. Now, let's .talk of yourself," " All right, Bob, but you must let me study this eye a little ;. it has one pe euliarxty." " Oh, you have found that out, have yon? Well, that same eye is photograph- ed upon my mental vision. I should know it anywhere." "So should 1," replied Neil Bathurst, thoughtfully ; at least I think so—if it still wore that _peculiar, indefinable ex- pression, the brows are very straight, and the lashes very long. Well, take your eye, Rob, I will call for it again some day, perhaps." The two friends remained -together all day, and attended one of the popular theaters in the evening. They made no further mention of the case that was baf- fling astute Rob Jocelyn, but when alone at last, Neil Bathurst found himself thinking busily of the beautiful murder- ess, and trying to faney just how the face belonging to that eye would have looked. But he never once gave a thought to the stupid little social party given. by an un- pretending north side family, nor of the "pretty girls,"' who had been so laud- ed by young Arteveldt—and yet, had he but known it—because of that absence from the Rathven's little gathering he was soon to find himself beset with diffi- culties, and groping blindly for e. lost link which that evening at the Ruthvens could have been supplied. CHAPTER III.-LENORE, While Messrs. Jocelyn and Bathurst were discussing their beer at the "Tivoli Garden" a heavily laden passenger and mail train was disgorging itself at the Michigan Central Depot. People with anxious faces were hurry- ing to and fro, others were lounging in listless attitudes, "seeing what they could see," or waiting for expected friends or victims. Streams of passengers were hurrying down the long platforms, and pouring out from the various entrances, and industrious porters and enterprising hackmen were waylaying them after the usual fashion ; runners were crying their various hotels, apple women and pop -corn vendors were clamoring for a hearing. In short, there was the usual scramble and push, the noise and confusion of a monster city depot, Into this Babel of tongues and sounds there stepped—among the last of the pas- sengers—ayoung lady.She was quite alone, and one glance would have sufficed to assure the observer that she was entering the city for the first time. [The continuation of this interesting serial will be found in subsequent issues of this paper, which will be supplied from now to January 1, 1895, at a greatly re- duced price. Subscribe NOW.] "Why, I think as a clue it's vague," replied Neil, with his own orbs shin fixed upon it. "You can't tell by this if it were black or gray. "True, and no one could tell if it were black or gray." "It's a handsome eye," pursued Bath- urst, "tire eye of a passionate, fearless woman, I should think. Tell me all the points you have, Rob. By George, I feel uncommonly interested." "Well, my enquiries only served to con- vince me that she is the very evil one. First I gathered this general outline : She is below the medium height, petite in fact, and slender almost to fragility; has tiny hands and feet, of course; eyes as you see, for I assured myself that they were both alike; features oval; complexion brunette; mouth small and full lipped ; teeth—and here is a possible point—teeth very even, very white and more promi- nent rominent than is exactly in accordance with the rules of beauty; nose straight, small and thin of nostril; hair black and straight as the hair of a young Indian. Then I went in for details, and Here I was puzzled. No one knew her intimately, and no two had formed the same opinion of her character, habits and personal pe- culiarities. One, old woman vowed that she was always scowling, another had never seen a frown on her face; she seem- ecl a sort of human chameleon, and to have persuaded every one that she was of their favorite color. From a mass of the most contradictory statements that a man ever listened to, I sifted out about this : She was a fascinating woman, one of those purring, insinuating, soft -mannered felines. And she had certain odd move- ments of the head and neck, a mixture of birdlike nodding and serpentine twisting —I should think -peculiar toherself. She had, too, a very soft, childlike voice, and could sing like a maxis. She seemed to have an inborn hunger and thirst for masculine admiration and outside adorn- ments, but there was plainly no lover in the case. Madame Elise Schwartz was in love with no mortal, save herself, when she killed her husband and ran away with all his rare jewels." "Ale! she did take the jewels." " She diol that. The old fellow, was a miser as well as usurer ; he had hoarded up a fine lot of rare stone, many of them unredeemed pledges, I presume, and she had had nearly twenty-four hours the start when the bodies were discovered." " And the picture ; was there no other fragment, not a single other feature in- tact?" " Intact ! well I should say not; why, man, it was in chips, little bite of rags, as if chopped with a hash knife." "Arid you have been wandering all over the' world with only one painted eye and a turn of_ the head for a clue?" Exactly,'' And what brought, you back to America, Rob?" " The belief that the thing I failed in over the water may turn out e success on this side." " You think this eunningsorceressmey have sought fresh fields?" think it quite probeblc," "Well—so do 1. Of what nationality was she, Bob?" SWEETHEARTS STILL. kept very clean in Moslem -houses and used to kneel upon while praying. . In Iiereia, among the aristocracy, e vis- itor sexeds notice an hour or two before craning and gives , a day's notiee if the visit is one of great itttportanee. Ire is met by servants before he reaches the house, and other considerations are shown him, according to relative rank, The left and not the right is considered the position of honor. In Sweden, if you address the poorest person on the street you must lift your hat. The same courtesy is insisted upon if you pass a lady on the stairway, To enter a reading -room or a bank with one's fiat on is regarded as impolite. EA1ILIAR PORASBS APPLIED. "Take a chair," as the dentist<said to his patient, "Pardon ire," as the criminal said to the Governor. "You're a corker," as the brewer said to the bottler. "Drop in some time," as the slot ma- chine said to the nickle, "After you," as the policeman said to the sneak thief. "Come around next week," as Thurs- day said to the day before, "You make me tired," as the hired girl said to the Monday washing. "Step this way, please," as the danc- ingmaster said to his class. "It's all up with you," as the sidewalk cleaner said to the roof cleaner, "Call again." as the poker player said. to the other poker player. "Get on to it," as the bicycle teacher said to the nervous scholar. They Courted by Telegraph and Keep Up the Ticking, at Short Range. There are in this city a roan and a woman who have been sweethearts for seventeen years, two years before they were married and fifteen since that time. When they were young and perhaps no more "lovesick" than most sweethearts usually are, they lived in New Hamp- shire. He was a country boy who was ambituous and worked hard. so that he could not see the parson's pretty daugh- ter downs at the foot of the valley so often as he could wish. Bat it was just as hard for him to go for a day without talking to her as for any young man of the modern age who calls in evening dress and "spoons" unceasingly- and untir- ingly. , '.Chis young country boy, who was so determined a chap that afterward in New York he climbed 'way up to the top of the heap in his business, went out one night and strung a wire from tree to tree down the wooded valley to the parson's house. Then he got some telegrapher's instruments, adjusted one in Ins house and one down where the parson wrote his sermons and the maid her love letters, and. the two set to work to learn teleg- eaphy. Afterward till they were married they cooed over an electric wire when he could not come down from the farm. The other evening a gay little party sat around a table in a handsome house uptown. They were enjoying a chafing dish after the roof garden and every one was fall of merriment. Between the chat- ting and the gay laughter a woman pick- ed up a fork and striking a glass gently with the prong made, apparently care- lesly, a few clear sounds, They were repeated two or three times until a man, the head of the house, who was at the other end of the table, looked up with a surprised look on his 'face. Then the tinkle was again sounded and his eyes glanced quickly clown the. table. He is a big, stout man now with a full face and he does not look a bit senti- mental, but when he in turn picked up a fork and raised. it to tap his- glass he was as awkward as a bashful country boy. Her eyes were shy, too, and a pretty color showed in her cheek when the thin, tink- ling glass answered her message. Rather a dull thing, this trying to -tele- graph with e fork and a glass after years of lack of practice. Maybe it was silly, too, for a couple who had been married fifteen years to try to. smegglo love mes- sages across so short a distance as the length of a table. Dull end silly, per- haps ; but then they were sweetheart.;. LAKFHURST SANITARIUM OAKVILLE. - ONT. For the treatment and cure of ALCOHOLISM, THE MORPHINE HABIT, TOBACCO HABIT, AND NERVOUS DISEASE 5 The systeiu employed. at this institution is the famous Double Chloride of Gold System. Through its agency over 200,- 000 Slaves to the use of these poisons have been emancipated in the last four- teen years. Lakehurst Sanitarium is the oldest institution of its kind in Canada and has a well-earned reputation to maintain in this line of medicine. In its whole history there is not an instance of any after ill-effects front the treatment. Hundreds of happy homes in all parts of the Dominion bear eloquent witness to the efficacy of a course of treatment with us, For terms and full information write TH SI SECRETARY, 28 Bank of Commerce Chambers, Toronto, Ont. Oddities in Etiquette. Holland it lady to expected to retire precipitately if she should enter a store or a restaraunt where men are congregated. She waits until they have transacted their business and departed. Ladies seldom rise i.n Spain to receive a male visitor, and they rarely aceompany himto the door, For a Spaniard to give a lady—even his wife -his arm while out walking is looked upon as a violation of o met prNo Turk will enter a sitting -room with dirty shoes. The upperclasses wear tightfitting shoes with goloshes over them. The latter, which receive all the dirt and dust, are left outside the door. The Turk never washes in dirty water. Water is poured over his .hands, so that when polluted it runs away. ' In Syria the people never take oil their hats or tarbans whe.'n bateeing the .hottse or visiting a friend, but they always leave their shoes at, the door. 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