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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Advocate, 1894-12-27, Page 2A Woman's Crime. av ier-ontersiarithis, Italdiehed by pereateston of the owners et Copyright (O0SeriNtrEh.) 'That wun'e take keg. Of eours didn't follow in the wake of that grand a•aseal Very log, without diseovering /that someon s else was up to the same dodge, and I wasted a little time trying %to figure OUt who it could. ba. Then 1 ernad.e up my mind that, 1 had better let alradwardies go, and 'haunt' the house •Taliere the two women seoppe 1, for a while. Ton see I knew that Bradwardine lati seen the girl Lenore Arinyn, and I Meyer had, no more than Neil there. So iltook it for granted that thie was the ight party, and hung around the house kali the night. Well, it isn't a pardon- • lady large house, and before I struck out for these quarters I had sati-fied myself that the girl was not in it She had lett iby some rear entrance. Having settled thls in my mind., I had exp1or3d a little, and feand that there was a sorb of alley or court leading through to the next street. Well, I came here and met Neil, about three &deck this morniuge and after a brief consultation and a couple of hears' sleep, I went back to my post, said romained there until noon, or a little after, when thii young lima carie along .aad welered me to 'pull off.' As you :have Wei. I had witnessed the visit of Braiwardine to the house, which I learn - .ed belonged to a certain Mrs. Harris, bal- let mietress ; and I had also setlefied my- self that the girl was not in that house then.." Here he leaned back in his chair and looked across at Ncil. "Now, old. =an, furnish the wind-up. Why did you <All me of this afternoon? and who leeks after Bradwardine while we consult?" he said. "Pll tell you in a very few words," said Neil, soberly. "Just after you, Bob, .had left this morning, I, as the widow. O'Neil, received. a note from j tson B ad- wardine, asking me to meet him without Ian at a cterain resteurant near theriver, at twelve °Idea sharp; he 'needed my help in a delieete matter' he said. Well, met him promptly, andthe tall lady in black, Mr. Ferrars, was none other than your bumble servant. Mr. Bradwardine there unfolded to me a grand scheme, or the outlines of on3 ; he will have posses- sion of this girl to -morrow, and I am to assist him in taking eare of her. This is why I called you off, Bob, and. this is why I say that Jason Bradwardine may be trusted to look after himself, for a lit tis while." For a long. time they sat in silence, and. then Francis Ferrara, who had been thinking busily, looked up. "You expect then, to have this girl, virtually, in your power, by to -morrow o,t this hour?" he asked of Bethurst. "Yes.•' "Ind—shall you arrest her immediate- ly b" "That," said Neil, "is what we must disease." • "You tell me that the strongest evi- dence against her is eireu.mstantial, Mr. Bathurst. D3 you believe ia her guilt?" "That is a hard qaestion to answer; the thing that tells most against her, in my estimation, is the fact of her scanning away from me. when I went to the Asy- lum, and—she 'Must, have had a strong motive for remaining cone.saled before she wouli go to that ballet mistress for protection " "True," said Fcrrars, gloomily. "If yea arrest her, then my search is ended.; if she were proved ever so innocent, upon trial, it would never do to take back to -that proud nobleman an heiress who had been tried for her life." "True en o 'agh," broke in great•hearted Rob Jeeelyn. "By heavens, the girl has been terribly wronged.; every one of us, .11 we had a sistm who had been so shame- fully corere3d into marrying a man she o despised., would have walked up and shot the fellow • in broad day -light, and been applauded for doing it. There's only one thing I can't understand; if th.o girl had the courage to denounce him so openly. why did sh.e not kill him on the spot, if /she wantel his life?" 4'That is an argument that has mere than once oeaurred to in%," said Neil. S30 hew you look upon this matter, Fer- vors, and it's the right thing, too. If this girl is innocent, then by publicly arresting her we will do her an irrepar- able wrong, and will make your mission worse than f ruitless. This ease against h:r looks very dark. But—I have ut an my hands a obis, a very slight one, bat enough to indicate the possibil- ity of a different elbstar to this affair; a elimar that would utterly shatter the evidence ag ‘inst this /moused one. Now, it will not do to let the girl escape again, and—I want to see through Bra,dward- ine's game. I heve something to tell you now that I think will startle you both a little. I want you to join with me in working out this basiness ; there is more than work enough•for us all, and it will require ear combined wit to carry it to a sue eesefal termination. What say you, s?aall we combine ourselves for the work?' "Yes," said Ferrara, promptly, extend- ing his hand. said Jocelyn, "Count on us, and. I lakieve this is about the firsb de- tective's leagtie ever instituted." "Then listen," said Nett Bathurst. "I seta ping to leave this business in the hands of you two, and—Pm going to take a journey." "To take a journey?" said Ferrars and -.Jocelyn in the same breath. "Mow?" "Yes, now; at least as semi as I have entailed my engagement with Bradward- in.e. We must kaow his game loow or stiever ; and here is another reason why we should let him fancy the girl in his eiewar—I think he means 'foul gay. Now, then, Mr. Ferrars, it is always ne- cossory bo have a place where people, who are working together, yet apart, as we must, can meet at times with perfect ;freedom. Rob has a key to tb ese rooms, you taust have another; and listen while iX tell you. why I must leave the city." They drew nearer each other and listen - ea, with faees expressive of wonthr, in- seredulity and horror to a etartaing die - closure from the lips of Neil Bathurst. Oltaterrett irraVI.—The Tett Teaoteet'a eletaWS. jam Bradwarditietor seheme had been, to all appearances, a eonaplete sneeaes. Leneres Arrayn and Mrs.. Harris had tak- en iip their abode under the roof of thet sister mentioned by Senor Castro, and all was going Ennootlely. The, jeans° oe- earoled by these fear was eitdited in a lonely querter of the town, at the very foOt of a street that Meth Harris keevr, bore anything but an enviable reputa- tion.; but meoh of this lady's life had been passed in gaestiouable localities; and, as they were not to remain, there long, it wee hardly worthwhile to trouble Lenore by rep ating "legends of the street"; besides, Senor Castro being a eti anger, coal, of course, know nothing of this. So klre. Harris gave herself no trouble about the street. The house was eartabily an improvement, in the matter of comfort and eleg ince, upon her own, and. she need take no thought for to -more row. This house, as We have said, stood, at the fooe of the street, and very near the river. It was a large house with some pretensions to elegance, and Mr. Brad- wardine had takeu it ready faraished• The first great step was tak, n; Lenore A.rx:nyn was in his house; bat Mr. Brad- wardine was b. coming impatient. On the morning of the second day Mrs. O'Neil left the house to visit that quarter of the city where the woman, who had been rescued from Braclwardine's clutch- es, had been seen by him, She was to remain there all day. Mr. Bradwardine fancied that he knew the exaob block that the woman had found refuge in, and Mrs. O'Neil must make a thorough smirch before she returned. Before Mrs. O'Neil departed upon. this missiou, she did a queer thing, if any one had been by to see it. Bat be chose her time with a view to solitude, so no one knew that she made a eareful ex- arainaeion of all the looks and boles up= all of the doore from that opening upon the street straight up to the rooms over looking the river that had. beea assigned to Lenore Artnem. It is hardly to be sup- posed that NErs. O'Neil feared that burg tars would visit that house in broad day- light; bat whatever she feared or thought, she certainly exandued the fas tenin bes. Shehad not beengone half an hour when "Senor Castro" begged for a few words with Mrs. Harris, He had just received a m sage from two young ladies living in the suburbs, he told her; they wore very eager to go to Cuba with his company; now, he could make room for one or two more, if they wore prepossess- ing ; but he disliked. very much to be obliged to interview so many applicants, and --another thing, these ladies had been recommended by a friend whom he real- ly did not wish to offend. Would Mrs. Harris help him out of the difficulty? If she w uld go and see these ladies he could rely upon her judgment; if she en- gaged. them, he would know they would satisfy; and if she declined to engage them, his friend could hardly be offended with him. In short, Mrs. Hanis was flattered into a very complacent mood, and the remark that she must go in good syle and, as her trunks had not come—Mrs. Harris had excused the one valise that held all she possessed of wardrobe, by saying that she had. sent her tranks on ahead by an expressman, and by fidgeting, whenever she thought of it, because her "trunks did. not come." .No one believed in the trunks, of course, not even Lenore; but when Senor Castro remarked that, as'her trunks had net yet wine, she must draw on him to procure whatever she needed; only he would wish her to go right away; she could go straight down town, procure what she required, then take a carriage and drive straight oat to see these ladies —her last scruple was overcome. In a very short time, with a little roll of bills in her pocket, and exultation in her heart, Mrs. Harris was speeding to- ward the State street dry goods marts., and Lenore Armyn was alone with her enemy. Mrs. Harris, of course, had acquainted her with the interview that had trans- pired between herself and the "Senor," but she had. not stated that Mrs. O'Neil had gone out some time before; in fact, and to do her justice, she hardly thought of it. And Lenore was quite unaware that she was alone with "the Cuban," as she called Bradwardine. Not that this knowledge would have disturbed her par- ticularly; she was, as we know, no cow- ard, and she had. no suspicion that the "Cuban" was other than he seemed. Ste was sitting before a comfortable fire, holding a book in her hand, but let- ting her thoughts wander far from the pages, when a tap sounded on her door, a,nd without turning her head, she bade the knocker enter; no one came in her room save Mrs. Harris and the "Senor's" sister; probably this was the sister. The visitor entmed promptly, closing and locking the door, as he die so. At the sound of the key turning in the lock, the girl turned her head. It was Senor Castro who had entered., looking the door behind him ; and he now seated himself opposite Lenore, and directly between her and the windows facing the street. There was no fear in the girl's heart, only indignation, as she arose to her feet, say- ing sternly . "Senor Castro. you have locked that door and taken the key; be good enough t3 replace it immediately, and to leave my l'oem." The man laughed scornfully, "I am. not Senor Castro," he said., "that is only a pleasant fiction. Don't trouble your- self to be dramatic, keep that for the stage of the Havana theater—when you geb there." Lenore sat sullenly down in her chair. It was all over, she thought; she had been trapped, and now she was to be arrested for Clarence Arteveldt's murder. Well, sh.e veould show no cowardly fear. She had done her best to eecape and had fail- ed; after all, what matter, since she must be either eaptured or hunted. She felt strong with the courage of desperation ; she stared at her ceptor so calmly, so persistently, that he began to wonder at her coolness. " VVell !" he said, finally, "you seem restarted." No answer.; she took up her book with perfect outward coolness. It was the man's turn to stare, "Miss Voss," he cried, "do you maize your situation?" "Senor Castro," she retorted, scornful- ly, "I think I do." 'What! You know that your life is in my hands ?" "Not at all," replied she, "only my liberty" "Your liberty! Ha, ! hat So you think I intend to make you a prisoner, Unde- ceive yourself; I am no jailer." "Then I suppoeve you are worse." "Whatever I am, we must cease par- leying. Do you know how long you have to live?" Lenore began to Suspect that she was in the presence of a inaniae. What could his words mean else? "No," she said, simply to gain time; "do yon?" "Yea. You are to give me some infor- mation, then—'you may die in any way you choose." "-"Yoe. are ereeediogly kind," she said, Estill to gain titne., "As a rule, murderers spring upon their vietime in the stark, take them unprepared. Why do you de- viate freta thie,rale?" "Because, 1 want to prepare yogi you helve gat to aus,,ver some qussbions first" he replied, grimly. Lenore new felt sure that the man was itisame ; cr else, he might be playing a part; psrhaps, after all, he was seeking to draw from h T a confeesion. She be- gau to feel almost angry; this -man had entrapped her, and now was he trifling • with tier, seeking to test her courage ? • Lenore lied ceurage ; courage that Would ha -So deem credit te a strong man. She now resolved to settle for herself the doubt, to know whether the was dealing with a deteecive or a lunatic. "Have the goedness to drop histrion- ics, on your part," she said. "If you are an imposter, and nob Senor Castro?, what is your motive for asssuming this part?" "1 have told, my motive was—to get you in my power." " Well ! and what then 2" "And then—to put you out of my "Oat of your way ?''—the lunatic theory began to gain ground again. "Yes," rising impatiently. , "Como, you have asked questions enough. Are you prepared to tell me what I w nt to know 7', How cold and bad and teruel he lo ked. But, he di 1 not look as she imagined a lunatic might. If he were not an officer of justice, ani not insane, what then could h,e be? A sudden thought &Idled upon her, and iato her heart came the first throb of actual fear. "Who are yonP" she cried suddenly, "and wh .t do you want to know?" He approached a step nearer. "No ma ter who I am," he said; " want to know who has charge of your mother's papers and totters. I want you to write that person, instructing him to mit them all in my keeping." Lenore Arrayn drew a long, loug, shuddering breath, and for a moment her face was corpse like in its pallor. Step by step she ree oiled from him, moving bask ward, until the we'l stopped her bur- ther retreat; then she breathed almost in a whisp r. " Ah ! I know you. now. " What ! you know me 1 leaf Ily think it." " Yes !" she cried, with sudden, un-x- peeted fierceness; "I know you. Blind! blind that I have be n, not to reengnize your evil face ; again and again it has been pictured to me ; again and again I have been warned, implored, to fear, to dread, to shun you. Oh! I know you," her voice rising, her form growing firm and erect, and her fierce wrath driving fear out of her heart once more. "You traitor!, you liar! you poisoner of my mother'whole life! I know you, Jason Bradwardine, and I hate you! I hate you, I hate you. The villian stood astounded at her fierce energy, and before he could frame a reply, she went on. "It is you who has caged me like a rat in a trap, you, against whom I have been so often warned; and I have been so blindly self -reliant, so certain' that you were the least among the things I had to fear. Man, do you know .what you have done? You have murdered my mother, as surely as if you had used the knife or poisoned bowl, and novv I wish I could kill you. Ah !" lifting her face, and throwing up her arms as if invoking a curse upon hica--" for the first time I know what it is to feel like a murderess. If a wish could kill, you would. be dead at my feet." With a low, blood -curdling laugh, he moved again toward her, and she now saw that he held in his hand a glittering pistol. • Yoa have not softonel my heart to- ward you, he said, mockingly. "11 you have one raving, tell what I want to know." No answer; her eyes were roving ssviftly about the room. " You need not try that," he went on; " Idea% intend to shoot you, unless you make it necessary; but, if you make any noise or try any tricks, I am ready for you. Who has you mother's papers ?" "Do you think I will tell you ?" she retorted, with blazing oyes. "1 am quite at your mercy, Jason Bradwardiae; if you have made up your mind to kill me, you are wasting time," " Will yon give me an • order to take charge of your mother's papers ?" • "No 1 When I ani dad ray motherts papers will be returned to her relatives, and then they will know what you are. English justice will set aside an entail that would enrich such a villia,n as you, • Jason Bradwardine. My mother's papers are safe from your hands." The man uttered a fearful oath. " CurEe you!" he cried. "What do you know of these things? Your mother's papers can't hurt me. I have a different reason for wanting them." " Well ! you can take my lifte. but you can't have my mother's papers," she re- plied, scornf idly. " But if I spare your life 2" " B ! As if I would trust you. "Will you give me teem papers?" "Will you take my parole of honor, and suffar me to go from this; oolace and want at a deliver to yoa the pap ors you place I shall appoint, ?" " by Satan, I will not!" "1 thought so. Well, you. can't trust my honor, Mr. Bradwardine ; I can't settled." fe is set - trust yoars. That question is your last chance for li tled with it." " My life ie net s ) very dear to me," y such o herstlf, she murmured ; "but to die ba hand; better the hangman." The words were spoken half t but he caught their meaning. •You are ready to die?" he asked. g at hien. Yes," without even gla.nein "I am ready." • Jason Bradwar line hesitate). He had expected to frightiad from Lenore what h3 so much clewed. to Nesse s, certain papers that, if they came intq the hands of Sir 'Hillary Massitirr, would damage his cause materially. But he had com. mewed Wrong. He had meant to kill her in the end, and had thought that the mere mention of possible death would draw frotn the girl the information he desdeed. He had not eounted upon two things gfiret, the courage and ehrewness of the girl : and second, her knowledge of him, and cone ming the part he had played in her mother's life. He regret- ted now that he had not sprang upon the girl and buried a knife in her heart when she was unconscious of his presence. But he must kill her now, the necessity for her death hadiesierldenly beeorne doebled. Letore was still standing against the wall, and he, with pistol cocked and held it/ readiness in one hand, carte still near- er her, arid will the other hand he slowly drew from his breast a glittering knife. Involuntarily she shrank back, end then forcing her voice to ado/nese! /she ex- tended her hand toward the ktife, " Give it te nie," she sail "1 had ratherours, , die by my own hand time 1W y How tile black eyes glittered as he drew back his hand. "1 told you I vvoeld let you choose," he cried, with a sardodie smile. " Yon may die by your own hand, but not by the knife, I c in give you velem " Even then, face to face with death, she would Rinser at hi4 eowardiee, 'Oh, !" she said, yon are afrad to put a knife in the hands of a weak girl. You poor eow- era." He muttered scene fearful oaths Once more, and then said savagely, "Once for all, will you have the poisou or be stab Give inc the poison," she said. "1 will 'not die by the hand of a coward." He to. ole from his pocket a tiny phial, and tossed it toward her, saying: "There, then. It is prussee sold." It fell to the carpet jest at leer feet. She stooped. quickly and picked it up, theu turned to him triumphantly. "Now, hear me," she cried ; •‘ all your life long your nights will be haunted by my dead face. All your life will become a burden to you because of this day's work. If ever yet a spirit came back to earth, I will come back to you, and make your life too horrible to be bort e, I mean it! And you might have escaped all this, you :night have delivered me up to justices, fez' know that I stand Eternised of murder; you might have placed me in the felon's eell—perhaps on the scaffold — and have censoled yourself with the thought that you had done your duty; but now—now, my blooclis on your heed, as is my mother's also. The first words of this speech had caused Bractwardiae to wince and shudder. He was superstitious, as all cowards are; but the last words brought to his lips a derisive smile. You mistake," he said. "If a man commits naurder in this country he is proven insane. But a young and beauti fat -woman like you—bah! the judge would shed tears over you, and yuu would be brought out as an aetrees, and all the world run to admire. I would not deliver you up to American justice if your ' y uicroiuto iev wdevet, fold murde w "My' erie e was only this,f3 she liftiug the phial at the same moment, " th have been wronged, and to have fled from the man that wronged me. See ! This is my last moment on earth. I have said my last werds to you. All the days of your life you shall remember this& ed; and rune nber this, too, I have not once asked for mercy at your hand; I despite you too•utterly. You can cause my death, not my humiliation." She withdrew her eyes from his face and turned them skyward. "And now, God of Heaven, and all the white sou'ed angels, hear me (with my last breath) swear, that no drop of Clar enea Arteveldt's 'blood reddens my hand, that I am innocent, and may God forgive me for what I are about to: do." She bowed her head and lif bed the phial to her lips. CHAPTER XX RVII—BAPPLED. A crash, a blow, a bound, and the sound of shivering glass. Then everything was changed. Lenore Arrayn stood. with startled eyes, gazing dawn on the deadly phial that lay crushe 1 to atoms at her feet, while the sickening, pungent perfume of its spinel contents pervaded the room. Jason Bradwardine, still grasping the glittering k ai re , lay measuring his length in the furthest corner, an/ midway be- tween the two, with flashing eyes'and her right hand coolly aiming a pistol at the breast of the prostrate vinian, stood —the widow O'Neil. The door steod wide open and one glance showed the lock hanging broken and loose. It had been filei through so skilfully that one push would force it from its fastmings, and yet no eye could have detected the work. "Lie there, you dog !" said the widow O'Neil, in a voice that made the villian stare, and that caused Lenore to utter an exclamation of astonishment. "Don't a tempt t move, or by heaven's I'll put a ball through vein" then, without once taking her eye from the prostrate man, she said to Lenore, "Madame, yonder lies the pistol that I caused this cur to drop. Can you pick it up and put it out of his reach ?" Mechanically Lenore obeyed. She could not yet fully realize the change that bad come about; a moment before face to face with death; now—was she not to d ie after 11?aShe moved. as far away from the prostrat 3, would-be assassin as she could, holding :the pistol in her hand. Jasen Bradwardine raised himself on an elbow, and glanced like a basilisk at this unexpeoted and unwelcome appari- tion. "Who the foul fiend are yen ?" he fairly gasped, when the truth loreed it. self to be recognised, and be felt that this was the person he had believed to be a bone fide widow and his ally. "1 am one who has been on your track longer than you can guess, Jason Brad- wardine. I know you beteer than you know yourself. You will fiud I am net the sort of woman you can trifle with," said the widow,. in a very manly voice. "So this lady is in your way, is she? Well, I will take her out of yottr way, and. to give you a chance 1 .a• reflection I will mak) sure that you don't leave these premises. No, don't move; I have not much patience —and just drop that knife from, your hand. What, you won't? Coroe here, Miss Arinyn." Lenore came forward promptly. • She bad quite recovered her presence of mind by this time. "Can you shoot?" asked this strange woman, with the man's voice. "Yes," said Lenore promptly. my hand is steady, see." She held out a firm little hand, on which the widow met an admiring glance. • "Step over t: that table, please; there! Now cock Mr, Bradwardine's pistol—it's a nice little weapon—now then, aim it squarest his temple. I am going to take that knife from bim, and bind him hand and foot. If he offers to resist, shoot him instantly. • "1 will," said Lenore, firmly then ail a mocking light crone to her oyes, "Mi. Bradwardine, don't tempt Inc, I want you to die." Jason Bradwardtne groaned and cursed; he dared not struggle, he feared that shining weapon, now that it was in Le- nore Armyn's hand, more, far more, than he had feared the one abnel at his heart by the false widow. He fully believed that she wEtntat but a hint at reSiStane., to spo (1 a ball to his brain. The widow threw off her shawl, drew a coil of stout cord from her pocket, and then bent down over the prostrat3 man. (etatlitUala NeXT Yeast.) WHOI4gel014111 woh modem ideas, All Food Should lle Mode Healthful, The baker la the rook upon which so many • domestio herpes are wreeked. Every oonselentious housewife prefers to make hor own cake, breed and pastries, and the process and preparations, as well as the ingredients, require experimental knowledge and oritical test. Yet, it is well worth any wornan's while to solve for herself a problem upon whieh the health and harmony of her household depend. Another departure is an imported pre- paration from which may be made a de- liciously flavored blano mange or custard without eggs, which are not always pro- curable even were they palatable to per- sons of plethoric tendencies. A. chapter might also be written on the processes by which milk and. cream are preserved sweet and pure, and the infor- matiori would be of practical benefit to honest seekers after the best and purest method of furnishing the staff of life in the family circle. • Christmas Charity. "Good will toward men", is the all-per- vading sentiment of Ohristmasticle, it is the time to bury unkind thoughts and petteejealousies. It is the season for lov- ing deeds and kind. remembrances, a day of general amnesty, a time to forgive and forget, and with a mantle of Ohristlike oharity to cover bhe foibles and frailties of our fellows', The sentiment of common brotherhood should predominate. It is a sentiment that does not lessen thei tender ties of kin- ship, bat broadens and ennobles its pos- sessor. The man who Oonfinos his Christ- mas ehrtrities to his own family circle misses the palest and holiest pleasures of the day. The custom of grvmg Christmas pros- . . ents is said to ha-ve originated in the ori- ental practice of bearing gifts on all pil- grimages and visits. Thus the wise men of the east laid gifts at the feet of the in- fant Christ. With us the custom has, or should have, a higher and nobler signifi- cance. Thee act of charity' i3V 1iti teetircloiliai of friendship and esteem should he epeirely spontaneous. To bestow gifts With the hope df return or reward, or to propitiate friendship or interest, is to masquerade selfishness in the guise of generosity. . The oriental idea of charity was recip- rocal, to exchange benefits for favors ex- pected. Christ inaugurated a nobler sys- tem, the principle of brotherly love— "Peace on earth, good will toward men." Effeete of Coffee. Coffee as a medicine in many forms of disease is recognized as of great -value. It is also most Irritating to some persons, and gives rise to symptoms of a grave character. An instance is given by an eminent French medical man of a family who became possessed of a most astonish- ing tendency to quarrel. There were quite a number of persons in the house- hold and several servants wore em- ployed.. So frequent and serions did the outbreaks become that a physician was consulted. Fortunately he was a scien- tist as well as a doctor, and on finding no physical provocation for such a state of affairs, began looking for other reasons, He ascertained that the lower part of the dwelling was used as a coffee warehouse. The volatile essence of the coffee had penetrated every portion of the living apartments, and the inmates had become so thoroughly saturated with it that their nervous systems were entirely demora- lized. Hypochondria, hysteria and angry demonstrations amounting to posi- tive fury were the order of the day. The family were sent away to the seashore, and after remaining away some weeks re- turned to town and took up n.ew apart- ments. After a few months all traces of the malady disappeared. Can You Wash Your Fano? Do you know how to wash your faces? Of course you think you do. You have taken that for granted ever since the re- mote, gratifying day when your nurse or your mother decided that you were "a big enough girl !" to get ready for break- fast alone. But do you really know how to wash your face so that. you will have a skin as soft as a rose leaf and colored like a mixture of cream aud roses ? This is the proper way: Use tepid water. Avoid very hot water, except on the rarest occasions. Hot water relaxes the muscles, softens the themes • and gives one wriukles, flabbiness and other unpleasant facial blemishes. The only time it should be used is when you feel that your face is set in hard, harsh lines whichwill never relax. Filtered water or rain water should be used in large quantities. The face should be covered with a lather made of good soap rubbed well with the hand or a flannel washrag and rinsed in clear, tepid water until every suggestion of soap has been removed. The face should be dried gently with a soft towel. 'Violent fric- tion is fatal to smoothness of skin. If the face is inclined to be dry or harsh rub into it a little cucumber cream; allow it to remain on for a few minutes. Wipe it gently off with a soft cloth. Having done this, a woraan may rest happy in the thought that she has done her best to wash the face properly. CATS' EYES. Chinaman Said to be Able to Tell Thne by Looking Into Them. It is a common opinion that eats are able to see in the dark. That is an error. No animal eau see in absolute darkness. Some little light there must bo; but cats are able to see with a very, very little. :Everybody must have noticed the slit- like form of the pupil of a cat's eyo. • If the animal be placed in broad sun- shine or strong artificial light, the pupil contracts to a mere line thereby exclud- ing excess of light, which would other- wise be painful. If the animal, however, be removed to a situation comparatively dark, there the pupil opens to its full size, and tho slit-like aspect of lb ceases. It is the point in the comparative anat- omy of eats worthy of remark, that the slit-like pupil does not tixist in the logger species of the tribe. The lynx has it, but no cat -like animal of rnueh larger dimen- sirens. I have seen it stated that the pupil of a cat's eye is so perceptive of variations in the intensity0 of light--contraests and expands so regularly—that a Chinaman will tell you what the time is or there- abouts, hot by looking at the watch or clock, as we would, do, but by looking into the eye of a cat. • M f the idght wa raneb upset by the dart fort tietially ettendect ou keep his eyes open, and this his observations ; "It made ni why women wore uot as peatieula their personal appearance in private , public," he said. "After seeing whet saw in the confusion of the accident that night, malty of them would be more par - touter /lad better prepared for =argon - Mos. Melly rushed from the sleepiagaear in the untidiest and most unbecoming of flannel dressing omens, bootless and slipperless, while wise women looked quits smart in their neat peignoirs, lace -cover- ed heads and dainty worsted slippers. It reminded me forcibly of the great earth- quake in the Riviera, where .E saw Rue - shin princesses rushing about the court- yard, minus their wigs, teeth and figares. looking terribly washed out; also a stoat English ciewager duehess in a sealskin dolman, whielj concealed only a portion of her bare 10Wer limbs. On that occa- sion, be it said to the credit of the United States, the Arneriean women seemed beet prepared for the emergency." Rain's Bora Blasts. GroWth in grace is never promoted by watching' for faults in others. The road to heaven seems bac eembstko. become steeper every time we lo When you can't find anything else to do for Goct try to make a child happy. To love amenemy is the most import- ant service a Christian can. render Christ. People who make crooked paths never get in earnest about following Christ. The closer the competition, the more God is needed for a business partner. When unselfish love is asking for a place in your heart, 'God is knooking at the ,cloor. The only thing a Christian ean do for an enemy that a worldling cannot do, is to love him. Every time a bad man throws mud at a good man he hits himself in the face. ' It takes more courage to endure than it does to9ae It 4 11 • • • often told without §:tying it Winkle by p4thing the rotten apples in the bottom of the neeket, You can generally tell what a man thinks of God by the way he talks abut his neighbors. If you let -the devil go home to dinner with you, you will have to take him for a regular boarder. The man who has on the whole armour of God never ex -presses any doubts as to the reality of the devil. One trouble with the church is that there are too many babes in it from five to six feet high. A mistake is apt to attract more Eaten- tient° us than a virtue. There are souls in this world that have the gift of finding joy everywhere. e The real happiness of life cannot be bought with money, and the poor may have it as well as the rich. Man and wife are like a pair of scissors so long as they are together, but they be- eome daggers as, soon as they are dis- united. There iso a care for trifles which pro- ceeds from a love of conscience and is most holy and a care for trifles which comes of idleness and frivolity and is must base., Stub Ends of Thought. God does Satan undoes. Charity makes the whole world kin. A baby's smile makes the whole world grin. Sunshine is worth more than. iteweight inIgVoolracten and clocks • can't always be taken at their face value. Laugh and the world laughs with ye,u;.- weep and the world laughs at you. Scarcb. Whether or no the powerful search lights used as safeguards in coast defence and on board ship Etre of much practical service against attacks from torpedo boats is still an open question... Tests recently carried on by the government show that a good torpedo boat oarefully managed can approach to within 800 yards of the projector before being sighted, althougk she may be directly hi the beam of light. This distance is the maximum torpedo range, and, as guns cannot be trained instantly under the most favorable con- ditions, a boat would have time to Make great progress, and perhaps inflict fatal damage, before she could be fired at. The German Government is having its boats painted bluish gray, as the color seems to be least visible by electric light. URGER WATER MOTOR, from one-eighth, AA. to twenty horsepower. Comparativeteste have demonstrated this water motor to be .the most economical agent known for generating power from a system of waterworks furnishing it pressure of 80 pounds and upwards. In writmg for information state the water pressure you pro- pose to use and the class of work to be done, and we will be plPased to furnish all information re- garding the size motor and the pipes floc:watery to drive any kind of machinery, TORONTO TYPE FOUNDRY, • Toronto and Winnipeg wiagintio Moitolto from (Matadi E .112 Petrer up to gleren florae Peal*: Wrilit ar Meow, Stating' power required, Voltage et Orarrent *0 be deed, and Whether suppliiid Szteet ear line or ether:else, aa • :TORONTO TYPE rOuNDRT, Toronto end 'greenflies, A.".man who was recently iti exPtegg Be Prepared for Accidents. Steel FigUreri Failed Printing' end A0_, A 17111°111(AVICI NIIM1133117:RoMNATu1110 treii which ran oil tho treat in the nude przatiresiel‘rRkylf, Tiralaceesegfidaleirtneipea, • iude