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The Exeter Advocate, 1894-9-27, Page 74 A Woman's Crime. BY AN Ex -DETECTIVE. Published by permission of the owners of the Copyright. (CONTINUED.) After listening to a somewhat tedious statement of the events of the previous evening, the reporter asked, as he made a little entry in his note book.. " And—how do . you find the injured woman this morning?" " Better ; much better." " There is no clue to her identity,' you say, or to the cause of the assault ?" "Nothing definite. The woman who keeps the house says that she believes a girl, who left the house last night very soon after the stabbing affair took place,. could have given some information, as she was in the next room to the one where the thing happened, She also says that she believes the man who was first on the scene, the one who rushed in and broke open the:.door, you remember, is at the bottom of the mystery concerning the sudden departure of the girl. For her going was a surprise to alliin the house." " going indeed ! then the affair remains a mystery ?" said the reporter. - "Doctor, let me fill your glass." The doctor allowed his glass to be re- filled with the consciousness of a Betsey Prig, as he replied. " Not quite. My patient was able to talk some this morning ; was quite excit- ed, in fact ; I judged it better to let her talk a very little as there was evidently something on her mind. From a few disjointed assertions, and by asking ques- tions which she could answer in niono- syllables, or by a feeble gesture, we gathered something of her moaning. It seems there was a strife about a pocket- book, containing some papers. She signified that the pocket -book was thrown down on the floor near the bed.; • was -ly- ing there when the man struck her, and she fell. She wanted it, but it was not to be found. She does not think the man took it; and one of the women declares that she saw the stranger, who was first on the scene, stoop down and pick up something near the bed.. His movement was so quick she could not see the object, as she was peeping in at the door, afraid. to enter. The sick woman is very anxious about the wallet—but it isnot to be found ; who has it is more than I can guess." " Really !" making an entry in his note book. `There seems quite a mystery here. Will the woman recover, doctor?" "I think so. I think—she will. She will be removed to the hospital soon. She signified her wish to be removed this morning. She is not without funds. Mrs. O'Grady, a neighbor, who volunteer- • ed to look after her while she stayed in the house, and who seems an honest soul, took charge of a purse which contains considerable money. I think we will take her to the Sisters' Hospital, and the money as well as the woman will bo in good hands." " True, quite true," shutting up and pocketing the note book as if the business xortion of the interview were at an end. "Doctor, I owe you a thousand thanks. Permit me to refill your glass" The doctor permitted him, and shortly the two men separated with many ex- pressions of politeness and a friendly shake of the hand.. " That's a fine young fellow," mused the doctor as he watched the :spectacled young reporter -pass swiftly down the street. "But—why, bless me, if I ever thought to ask his name, or the name of his paper." That afternoon a boy rang the bell of the house where the wounded= woman lay and asked. for Mrs. O'Grady. The good woman appeared speedily, the boy put a note in her hand and sped away. Open- ing the envelope Mrs. O'Grady found in her hand a crisp ten -dollar bill, and a scrap of paper upon which was scrawled : " To Mrs. O'Grady, for her care of the lady who was stabbed." " Humph," muttered the woman, "I suppose it is from the sandy haired man. what made off with the wallet. Well, this is clever of him, anyhow." And pocketing the money she went back to her charge. At dusk of that same day Rob Jocelyn, still in his disreputable disguise, was lounging within sight of the genteel private boarding house which he lead as- certained to be the temporary home of the man he had been shadowing for two days. It had not taken , the jovial expert long to decide upon the room which was occupied by his quarry, and his eyes were now direet- ed toward the window of that room. " He is lighting up and closing up things," he muttered. "Acts as if he in- tended to stay in -doors to -night." As he thus mused, a female form carne down the street on the opposite side, and, pausing for a, moment, as if peering through the dusk to ascertain if she had found the right number, passed up the steps and rang the bell. As the door opened and the gaslight from the hall lit up the form in the doorway, Jocelyn ob- served that the visitor was tall and dress- ed entirely in black. In another moment the door had closed upon the dark -robed figure, and the detective turned his eyes toward that upper window. Suddenly he gave a violent start, and exclaimed under his breath: " Ah, ha! there she is, in the man's very room, as I live ! • You should look to your blinds, good sir, Ah ! he is dos- ing them. All right; Mr. Jocelyn; here you stay until that tall lady comes out again, if you have to give Morpheus the go-by until two in the morning. And ighting a cigar he moved carelessly up the street for the space of a few yards, when he again halted. pace almost to a run, and disappeared from view. Striking into a dogtrot Rob rounded the corner in hot pursuit, when, to his astonishment, he ran .almost into the arms of the flying fair one, who now stood composedly under the glare of the gaslight streaming from a huge double lamp. " Sir," said she, putting out a hand as he paused before her, "you have been following me—why ?" "'True, madam," answered the ready- witted but perfidious Rob, "1 have follow- ed yon, but it was out of admiration." ` You flatter me, sir," replied the veil- ed damsel ; "how can you admire one whose face you have never seen ?" " Ah, madam ! But your step is grace itself; and now, your voice—ah, what music !„ "Ah, sir !"—her voice broke suddenly, and her form seemed shaken with emotion. She reeled as if about to fall. MRs. O'GRADY HOLDS 11 HER HAND A CRISP TEN -DOLLAR BILL, Instantly the ready arm of the gallant Rob was extended, and the reeling form was encircled. Then his ear was smitten by a peal of laughter from an unmistakable tenor throat, and, as the hand of the fair ignis fatuus tore away the filmy vail, the voice of Neil Bathurst cried in his ear : " Sold, old man ! Sold!" "That won't take long," replied Joee- c lyn, drawinguphis chair. tI can, binalco the fellow out. From State street he went directly to the Clark street gambling house." no??' "The gambling house ! whic.i o "Well, you know I am not (Fite up to the names of things here yet. It was on the corner of---" "Oh, you mean Mike's?" "Mike's ; yes; I remember the name now. Why, it must be the old Mike--" "Mike McDonald, of course; he an several smaller places when we were here together." "Well, no matter—he, my man, went there, and I was not far behind. He be- gan to play, but was betting light. Pretty soon I worked myself into a game with him, After a little he became more in- terested in the play. He had been stak- ing some loose money that he pulled all in a crumple from his trowsers' pockets. He seemed to have exhausted that re- source, and reached for a wallet from his inner breast pooket. All at once he start- ed and exclaimed : " 'D— me—I've been robbed !' " 'Lost your pocketbook, stranger?' I asked, thinking itewas a dodge, " 'No,' he said, looking black as a thunder -cloud, and slapping down a well filled wallet on the table between us. `Worse than that'. Well, he ransacked his pockets, muttering curses all the while, muttering them so low and between his teeth I could not catchthe form of the words more than to know that he was consigning some person or thing to a very Yarm place. He paid no attention to anything that was said by the men around him, and I knew that he was too much upset to play. any more, so I thought it best to leave ahead of him. In the rummage for the lost article, whatever it was, he dropped his handkerchief on the floor. I could not pick it up without being seen by the others around the table ; so as soon as the eyes of the owner were turned away I pocketed it coolly under their very noses. Then I gave them a wink and ordered drinks for the crowd. After which I left as soon as I could." " Well; and then?" " Then I had to hang out about ten minutes before my man came down. When he did come he walked straight into the nearest saloon, ordered a schoon- er of beer or ale, and sat there for nearly an hour without so much as changing his position. I tell you, he looked black. Finally ho gave himself a sort of a shake and ordered some more ale. This he drank and then marched straight to the Tribune office." " Exactly." " As he had seen me, I did not, of course, follow him inside the building, but I lounged near enough to see that he wrote an 'ad,' and handed it in at the clerk's window. After that he walked over to Wabash avenue, hailed a car and went south. I jogged after until the thing stopped to take up some more pas- sengers, and then I hung on the tail end and escorted my man to his boarding- house. I waited about until I heard a supper bell ring, and then, as I knew he would be engaged for a few minutes at least, I made off and snatched a hasty meal at the nearest restaurant. I had not been back at my post five minutes when he sallied out and then began a chase. From 7 o'clock until 1 we went from theater to theater, from restaurant to restaurant, stopping in each place just long enough to. overlook the guests, and then on to the next. I observed that he visited no places that were not patronized by ladies—and, of course, it did not take long to figure out the fact that he was looking for some one, and that some one was a woman." "Did he find her?" " Not he. He went home at 1 o'clock, and walked the floor for a full hour, with- out taking the trouble to close the blinds." " And to -day?" " To -day he kept tolerably cool. He went to the Tribune office and got a letter or two, which he answered then and there, and mailed at the post -office. After this he wandered about looking in at shop windows and eyeing all the women. After dinner he stalked about the streets in much the same way, and then went home, took his supper—I suppose—and waited for you. That's all; now give us your story." " Hold on a bit, let's take a look at that handkerchief," said Neil ; "you have it with you, of course ?" " Of course," producing it from an in- ner pocket, and putting it into Neil's hand. He unfolded it slowly. It was of silk, soft, fine and white ; instantly the quick eye of the young detective discovered a bit of fine embroidery in one corner. It was a name embroiderecl with woman's hair ; a name, and after it an initial. Looking close at it Neil Bathurst read "Jason B." Then he bent toward his companion. " Old man," he said, gravely, "you did a good thing when you nabbed that handkerchief." Then without waiting for a comment from Rob Jocelyn he related his experi- ences of the past two days, omitting nothing. As usual, when deeply interested; and upon his professional mottle, Rob Joce- lyn, throwing off his ordinary manner of whimsical carelessness, became grave, silent and alert. He had listened silent- ly, and when, at the end of his story, Neil Bathurst produced. the wallet con- taining the mysterious letters to Jason Bradwardine, he drew his chair close to the table and examined every document from first to last, without uttering a word. When the memoranda had been care- fully scanned, and the photographs close- ly inspected, Jocelyn turned two keen, earnest brown oyes upon his friend ; and Neil, who knew well the meaning of that intense look upon the usually debonair face, said: " I see, Rob, you think we 'have stumbled upon a strong ease." " I think," replied -lob Joeolyn, with slow gravity, "that this man is Jason Bradwardine, and that Jason Bradward- ine needs a guardian." "You think he is here in search of this mysterious mother and child ?" CHAPTER IR.—MR. AND MRS. BOBBINS. For a moment Rob Jocelyn stood star- ing, transfixed with astonishment. Then, as the laugh of Neil Bathurst rang out afresh, his countenance suddenly relax- ed, and his own voice was lifted in an up- roarious burst of merriment. " Stop, for the Lord's sake, man," cried Neil, suddenly recovering his gravity; "stop, or we will have all the cops in the neighborhood down on us." " Powers alive !" panted Rob, strug- gling to subdue his merriment, "how you have sold me ! 'Where on earth did you get that trick of the voice, Neil?" "Let's move on and I'll tell you," said. Bathurst, taking his friend's arm and facing him about. "There now, we _look quite proper, and I don't feel so much like a forlorn female. Where did I learn to talk like a woman? Well, Rob, I found. that I could 'make myself up,' as theatri- cal people say, into a very respectable woman, therefore I put myself into the hands of a first-elass ventriloquist, and I have found my accomplishment a most valuable one." "Well, you do make a fine figure of a woman," admitted Rob, with a critical glance. "A little too tall to suit my taste, but then— How did you strike the fancy of your fellow up on the ave- nue ?" "Pretty well, I should think," replied Neil, carelessly. "Where do we go, Rob? I have led you a deuce of a dance." "I should think so," grumbled Jocelyn. "My feet are about worn out. I have been on the go almost constantly since yesterday morning. Can't you stand that toggery until morning, Neil?" "If necessary, yes." "Well, it is necessary. We can't get a hack in this God -forsaken quarter, and I can't go back to town in an old car. I'm all ready to fall to pieces now. Let's fin- ish the night together—take up our quart- ers in the nearest hotel, and have a chance for a long chat. You can be my wife, or my grandmother, whichever you please." "Not at all particular," laughed Neil. "I have nothing especial on hand., and am willing to "be your grandmother or anybody for the sake of a comfortable talk with you. There is a little hotel half a block away ; come along, and don't forget that I am a lady." Within fifteen minutes thereafter the two detectives were comfortably estab- lished in a shabby -genteel suit of rooms. belonging to a third-rate hotel, and the ink was not yet dry where the dirty reg- ister bore in sprawling characters the names, "Mr. and Mrs. Robbins." If one could have peered into the room occupied by the two "Robbinses" they might have beheld the rather unusual spectacle of a lady lounging in. one chair, with her feet upon a second, and puffing out clouds of smoke from a strong, black cigar, while her companion, stretched full length upon a sofa near byl contem- plated the performance with perfect satis- faction. "I say, , Mie. Robbins," queried this lat- ter individual, when a little later they sat at supper; which had been served in their rooms, "where did you got the sor- rel wig?" "Sorrel !" sniffed the aggrieved one, scornfully.. "It's blonde, you great block- head, strawberry blonde. I'm shocked at your ignorance." "Oh, is it ?" qutoth Rob, meekly. "Looks sorb of reddish to me, but 1 won't contra- dict a lady." "Well, Rob," said the bewigged Bath- urst, resuming his natural tong, "let's send away the supper things and'; ^e down to business ; I have got some queer things for your ears." "Clear away it is then. Just pull that cracked: boll. " Oh, I forgot; Ill do it my- self." For more than an hour he stood at his ost, and then his vigilance was reward- ed. The vostibule door swung open and the dark -robed lady came forth and moved swiftly away in the direction whence she came. Swiftly and noiseless- ly Rob Jocelyn crossed the street, and ' was soon. in the wake of the veiled wo- man. For some distance she held to a straight course, and then she abruptly turned acorner, looking back quiek],y as she did so, Several blocks more were passed, and suddenly the paces of the wo- man became more leisurely. " IIang ins !" muttered Joeclyn, who was sometimes prone to indulge in slang ; "I verily believe my lady is fly enough to suspect my racket. Lord ! there the bobs around another corner ! Aiicl around the corner dived Bob Joeelyn in pursuit. On and on went the veiled woman, and on and on went Rob. " Devil talcs mo !" he muttered, "if. I don't believe she is going to Bridgeport !' But she did noto to Brid .eport. she neared a corn. she cenackoned hor business with. ]rain since yesterday,'? When at last the supper was cleared away and the two friends had lighted fresh cigars, Jocelyn said "How is it that I find you in this tog- gery and running down my quarry, old fellow? Did you over see him before I piped him 7yester'day?" ,i Never, replied- the "old fellow com- posedly. Socclyn gave a long whistle, and then relapsed- into silence and smoke. Several. moments were' passed thus,, and then re- moving the eigar from between his. lips, Neil Bathurst said: toll you ,how I came to call -upon our friend- to -night, ltob ; but first I want you to -ive me an account of your some oftheso dates with the dates of the letters? "Why didn't you think of connecting our friend Bradwardine with the "ad.' for a female detective ?" retorted Bathurst, with a good-humored laugh. "Hang it, man, one brain can't hold everything. You and I may possess very good heads, as heads go; but haven't we proved more than once the truth of the old adage ?" " c 'Twoheads better than one, quite trim," replied Jocelyn, gravely, "We have done some hard thinking together, and if you cane to: go over these papers the second time you would hardly have overlooked this matter of the dates. Let us see. Just refer to that pile of letters, will you. For a test, take that letter of defiance, the last one ; what date does it hear?" April 7,18—." "And here, under my very eye, is the same date ; and here another date, some fashion as embodied by Mrs. Warron, a fact which that lady was not slaw in Sind- ingg Tri L' snore Arinyi's nature there was one dangerous element. Site was entirely devoid of fear, and was lacking in the worldly wisdom which begets prudence.. Among the light-hearted pleasure lovers who constituted the Ruthven family there were none capable of advising Le- neyoorenArmyn. And the time was not far distant when the girl would realize this faet, For the present the days were hal- .. The Ruthvens werefond of society, and warmly an, evening passed that did not bring its little card party, composed- of a few of Charlie Rutliven's friends, together with the ladies of the family and perhaps Miss Van Buren, the Washington young lady, or some other of the female friends of the family. Mrs. Warren, too, had various admir- ers, who dropped in oceasionally for an evening's chat, or sent the ladies theatre tickets. And. Clarence Arteveldt had be- come almost a fixture on the North Side, Since that first evening passed in the so- ciety of Lenore Armyn he had become her shadow. But, while he sought 'to dazzle Lenore with his wealth, if he could not induce her to fall in love with his "womanishly" handsome face, he was mindful not to pay his court too openly, Accordingly, he planned numerous ex- cursions and pleasure parties, which in- cluded the entire Ruthven family, as well as any male friend of the fancily. There were theatres and drives, steamboat ex- oursions and sails upon the lake, autumn picnics, impromptu suppers, concerts and lectures—always something ; and always Clarence Arteveldt was the leader, the life of the party, At least, he was the leader of the gentlemen; for no eye was bright- er, no laugh gayer or more frequent and no repartee so ready and sparkling as that of Lenore Armyn. It was a new life to the beautiful girl, and she enjoyed it to the full. The home circle was always gay and pleasant; in the day -time, there were the parks, the shops, the matinee; in the evening some pleasure always fresh, And everywhere was 'Clarence Arteveldt. Thus passed three long weeks of the lovely September. One morning Lenore, Kate and Mrs. Warren—or Jess, as she was usually called—started out for a walk. "We won't go to the park," said Le- nore, authoritatively. "I ani tired of it. Let us go down some of those queer Dutch streets, and see the fat women and the babies and the dogs and eats. Let's see low life for once. Come on, girls." And, grumbling a little, but obedient to the stronger will, the two followed. Lenore. Nearly an hour thereafter, and as little Mrs. Ruthven sat humming softly and rocking the cradle of the young Ruthven, who steadfastly refused to close his eyes in sleep, the door was flung violently open, and Jess Warren, pale and breath- less, rushed in. "Oh !" she cried, clenching her two hands, as she invariably did when very eager or much excited—"Oh ! Nett, Nett! Lenore is arrested ; a policeman has got her—and Kitty, too, I guess." Mrs. Ruthven sprang to her feet, al- most overturning the baby in so doing. "Jess Warren, what do you mean?" she cried. "Lenore arrested ! your are crazy ! What for ; tell me?" "What for?" screeched Jess; "why, she nearly killed a man, or else killed him quite. She knocked him down, any way ; and she is arrested—there !" For a moment she stood transfixed. Then she flew at Jess, and, shaking her with all her strength she cried out : "Now, Jess Warren, stop acting like a mad woman ; what prank are you trying to play on me ?" "I am not playing a prank," whimper- ed Jess. "Don't you see how seared I am. I tell you it is true." (To BE CONTINUED.) " OLD MAN, YOU DID A GOOD THING WHEN YOU NABBED THAT HANDKERCHIEF." forty days later, most likely to mark the time when the letter was received. This man must have relied much upon his memory. Wait a moment, he sent an emissary, she says in her letter. Well, here just above the memorandum of April 7, is another, listen : 'Feb. 18th I. sailed..' What do you make of that ?" "By Jove ! `I.' must be the fellow who came over to steal the child." "Precisely. Now then, below I find this : 'May 21st, Failure.' That means the man's return, eh?" "It looks like it." Upon further examination of the letters and notes, they found that the latter bore entries corresponding with the dates of the letters, or the time at which they were received. Beyond this their com- bined efforts could make nothing out of the memorandum, or notes. For more than an hour they talked of Jason Bradwardine and his probable in- tentions and movements. Then Jocelyn said, "Well, Neil, we will work up this ease together, as we both have leisure." "No, Rob," said Bathurst, shaking his head. "This is your case. And you aro just the man to see it through. You al- ways lways were a `Squire of dames.' The fact is I want to remain in the city. I have got one or two notions in my head. No- tions so odd and altogether vague, that I dare not repeat them even to you. But I want to stay here a while, and go in for society. Whenever you really need my help I am yours. Bradwardine, or Brady as he calls himself, having employed me to scour the city in search of this woman, I will be able to keep him under my eye, and can keep you posted during the time you will need for your trip to New York. You can gather up all the Elm Valley news; and feel assured that I in the meantime have not lost my grip of Brad- wardine. When you come back I will turn him over to you." Jocelyn was somewhat surprised at his friend's sudden resolve to abandon work for pleasure, but knowing that Neil would explain. in his own way and time, he f ore - bore to comment, and it was decided that he, Jocelyn, should pay a visit to Film Valley, there to seek information con- cerning "Mistress Bourne," while Bath- urst, who had replied to the advertise- ment for a female detective, and had been employed by Bradwardine, who gave his name as Brady, to search the city for one Helen Richards, who had stolen from him, so he said, a wallet containing cer- tain papers intrusted to him by a friend and which, because they were held in trust for another, he would pay almost any price to recover. "I will, of course, keep up my character as a widow with taste for private investi- gations, and who knows but that in my perambulations about the city I may come upon your beautiful assassin. She of the eye." " "Who knows," replied Rob ; "don't think I have abandoned my search for her. Depend upon it, I shall find that she -devil yet." "I should like to have a hand in that myself," said Bathurst, little dreaming how closely the fate of the beautiful murderess would be linked with his own. "Itis not improbable. Did you look closely at these notes and figures? See, they have been jotted clown at different tunes ; there are numerous shades of ink, and a variety in the size of the strokes, indicating that different pons have been used. idem are some entries that Have evidently been made while moving, pro- bably 'written while riding in ears, or a carriage. Now then, here aro some dates with curious marginal notes or words. Did you look those over very carefully?" "No ; to tell the truth, I did little more than glance at the notes. I was very sleepy, and e.zpectod to run them through again with you. "Why did you not think of eoln:paring od, was not to be overwhelnr.ed,,by the CHAPTER X.—A TERRIBLE TEMPER. Wa must now leave the two detectives for a time, and see how the world is deal- ing with Lenore Armyn, the orphan girl, who, as a guest of the Ruthvens, was making the acquaintance of the city, for the fust time. Before her arrival, the Ruthvens, or such of them as did not know the truth concerning Lenore, had indulged in more than one fest at the expense of the com- ing "country girl." But there was no more jests at her expense. The Ruthvens could find nothing to criticise in Lenore Armyn. True, she was childishly ignorant of everything pertaining to the city; but she asked questions with such charming, affable naivete, and then received aston- ishing information with such perfect coin- p1osure, that her friends could do nothing but admire. Charles Ruthvon was young and day, fond of society, fond of fun, and --a little too—fond of the ladies. His half-sister, Mrs. Warren—the lady so graphically described. by Clarence Artevoldt as a "blonde Hussy cat widow"—had boon but a short time a• member of the Ruthven family. IVIrs. Warren was a fleshy blonde, very pretty, and standing upon the border -land of hor thirtieth summer. She was well preserved, good-natured, and frivolous— unprincipled, too, in the matter of getting her own way; but, as Mrs. Warren's way was pretty sure to bo a pleasant one, no one felt called upon to rep oath hor for lack of principle. Mrs. '‘Warren prided herstalf upon her style and her taste in dress, and had cal- culated upon overwhelming the country girl with the elegance of her toilets. But Lenore, herself well and tastefaily array - Hymns and Hymn Writers. "Awake Awake my Soul to Joyful Lays" was written by Samuel Medley in 1787, "Come, Thom. Almighty Ring" was written by Charles Wesley in imitation of "God Save the Ring," "How Pleasant, ZIow. Divinely Fair" was originally entitled by Watts the, Pleasures of Public Worship." "Come, Ye Disconsolate" was by the famous Irish post, Thomas Moore, and appeared in his sacred songs in 1816. "The Lord my pasture Shall Prepare," was by Joseph Addison, and was first printed in the Spectator in 1712. "Joy to the World." was by Isaac Watts. It has been popularized by being set to a fragment of melody from Handel's Messiah, "There is a Fountain Filled With Blood" is the most popular of Cowper's hymns. It is one of the classic lyrics of the English language. "0 Worship the King" was the work of Robert Grant. It, with a large number of his other hymns, was found in his desk and printed after his death. "Lead, Kindly Light," was written by Cardinal Newman on June 16, 1836, while on. the Mediterranean Sea, and was first published in the British Magazine in 1896. "Jesus, I My Cross Have Taken" was from a book of short poems. by Henry Francis Lyte, (printed in 1833. The mel- ody to which it is sung is from one of Mozart's operas. A Kentucky Romance. Among the visitors at Miss Struss' dancing exhibition at Macauley's Theater some time back was a western man who had in his youth lived in Louisville. At that time he was engaged to be married to a beautiful girl, but they quarrelled, and, the youth being sore at heart, vent west and grew up with the country. He married, and in the course of time found himself a widower. A few weeks back he decided to revisit the home of his youth, and while there took in the differ- ent places of amusement. As he sat watohing the children dance he noticed a very pretty little maiden, who moved with unusual grace, and who seemed to him a reincarnation of his early sweet- heart. Could the child be the daughter of the oirl he loved? Ifso the mother must be present. Raising his opera glasses he looked at every face in the building, and at last, with glasses direct- ed as itlrappened directly at him, he saw the sweetheart of his youth. The recog- nition was mutual, and as he waved his handkerchief she responded with her fan, After the conclusion of the entertainment he Waited for her at the door, and learned from her that she had been married and become a widow. Since then he has been such a close attendant on her that it is stated on good authority that the wed- ding will soon take place. Working the Shampoo Racket. Barber—Poor Jim has been sent to an insane asylum. Victim (in chair)—Who's Jim? "Jini is my twin brother, sir. Jim has long been brooding over the hard times an' I suppose he finally got crazy." "Hum! Not unlikely." "Yes, he and me has worked side by side for years, and we were so like we couldn't tell each other apart. We both brooded a good deal too. No money in this business any more." "What's the matter with it?" "Prices too low. Unless a customer takes a shampoo or something, it doesn't pay to shave or hair -cut. Poor Jim ! I caught him trying to cut a customer's throat because he refused a shampoo, and so I had to have the poor fellow locked up. Makes me very melancholy. Some- times I feel sorry I didn't let him slash all he wanted to. It might have saved his reason. Shampoo, sir?" "Y -e -s, sir." Horse Exercise Without a Horse. Mechanical horse exercise is the latest scientific invention. An ingenious ap- pliance is now to be seen in London for enabling persons to get what is a very good imitation of horse exercise at their own homes. The apparatus consists of a series of four platforms, one above the other, each having several helical springs,. which are adjusted, according to their positions, for best taking up the stresses they will respectively -Dare to sustain from the various movements of the rider. On the top of all is placed the saddle. The action of the legs, as in riding in the stirrups, releases the pressure on the springs, and the saddle moves up and down as if on a living horse. The knees may be made to grip tightly the sides of the saddle, and imitative horse action, from a gentle canter to a hard gallop, can be produced from the muscles of the arms and their hold on the handle. The manager of one of the big racing teams organized to exploit the virtues of a particular wheel says that it costs about 88,000 to establish a new mile record. A Boy's Essay on Tobacco. Tobacco grows something like cabbage, but I never saw none cooked. nave heard men say that cigars that was given them election days for nothing was mostly cabbage leaves, Tobacco stores are mostly kept by wooden Injuns, who stand at the door and fool little boys by offering them a bunch of cigars which is glued into the Ilnjun's hand, and is made of wood also. I tried to smoke a cigar oneo, and I felt like Epsom salts. Tobacco was invented by a man named Walter Raleigh. When the people first saw him smoking they thought he .was a steamboat and were frightened. My sister Nancy is a girl:. I don't know whether she likes tobacco or not. There is a young man named Le- roy who comes to soo her. I guess she likes Leroy, Ile was stanching on the steps ono night, and he had a cigar in his mouth, and he said he didn't know as she would like it, and she said : "Leroy, the perfume is agreeable." But when my big brother lighted his pipe, Nancy said : "Get out of this house, you horrid creature ; the smell of tobacco makes me sick," Snuff is Injun meal made out of tobacoo. I took a little snuff oneo, and then Isncezeci, When Dab? was sick, we gave her Castorla. When she uvea a Child, alio dried for Oastoria, When she became Miso, she oiung to Oastoria, When she had Children, the gave them Castoria. HE MOST SUCCESSFUL REMEDY I FOR MAN OR BEAST. Certain in its effects and never blisters. 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