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LIKE AND ITNLI
By M. E. BRADDON.
AtTRo1 or "LuY AttnnEVECSEcarr, Wvalatnn's WErun, ETO.,ETO.
CHAI?liER XXXIX.---(Conairtuun.)
"Yea 1111,13++' go away, Val; but you Intuit
do nothing hurriedly. Mrs. Freemantle watt
talking about yea ism my mother this after-
noon, eaying that you looked ill and rnoplein
and needed ellen°. My mother admitted
the fact, and it was aoreed that you should
bo persuaded M travel. Your departure will
thereforo seezu perfectly natural to all this
little world of Chaciforci. There will be no
appearancs of flight. All you have to think
of, therefore, is the place to which you
would like to go -all you have to do is to
follow the bent of your own inclination."
"I will go to Africa. There is better sport
there them in A ustralia-ond a reer life."
"If you decide upon Africa, Maluotte may
be of Imo to you."
"I don't like Melnotte, and I don't believe
n his Afrioan ex perimmes. I strongly sus -
pest that the into is an impoater. He is
too glib."
"Bat h ietoriee of aciveature have a vivid
air, as, if he had lived among the soenes and
people h describes."
"The fellow is a good actor, that, is all.
Some rowdy adventurer whom the Colonel
nas picked up in a gambling den. Melnotte
may have been to the Cape, perhaps. His
txperiences in the interior I rank as shear
lotion."
This idea agreed curiously with Adrian's
wn vague sospicione as to Mr. Melaotte's
truthfulness. Those African stories of his
were rather too good and too picturesque to
have happened to one traveller. The
average man's experiencee are dull enough.
They ring the changes upon famine, fever
and sport. But Melnotte seemed to have
passed from hairbreadth escape to romantic
situation, from dramatic encounter to
picturesque resale, with an electrical
brilliancy. He had slain his lions by the
horde, and shot his geinsbocksiu hecatombs.
There was exaggeration, no doubt; but
whether the man were an actual impostor
remained to be proved.
"1 don't want anybody's advioe ?" said
Valentine decisively. If I can once braes
myself up to leave this place, I shall tseo to
London, get the kind of outfit.1 think
necessary, and then sailfor the Cape. Oen
there I man pick ap all the information I
want about the interior, and I shall plan
my route from there."
shall go to London by an early train
to -morrow -and to the caps by the first
good steamer that can carry me there."
"To -morrow? That's soon.'
"Why should I delay? I have been
staying here face to face with a epectre-like
a man in a nightmare dre tin, who faces ettme
great horror and cannot move hand or foot.
The sooner 7 go, the better."
"Let me go to London with you, Val.
I should like to Eee you off."
"No, no. I am not fit company tor my
fellow -men yet awhile. Perhaps after ten
years in Atrice I may be better, Let me
suffer my purgation, Adrian. Let me
wrestle with the memory of sin as Jacob
wrestled with the angel -and then per.
haps -some day -w" with a stifled sob.
shall he. tog
. _
,,...ouiug co 00. t will wire to you before
Roil, and then, if there were time, and you
would like to come and shake ,hands at
•
partmg-
I,
" Be sure I will come, if you give me the
chance. It will comfort the mother to hear
of you at the Iast moment of leaving. She
would like to be there herself, dear soul, if
you would lot her,"
"Dear soul, poor soul," murmured Val-
entine, with a remorseful tenderness which
was strange to his rough nature, "She has
given me 'honey, and I have given her gall.
I he e been a fountain of bitterness to you
both. Bat it is past. You are strinag in
lova and in mercy. Good night, and good-
bye, till I sail. I shall be off early to -mor-
row moralism
"But you will bid your mother good.
loyea'
" Must 1? That will be hard. I should
like to slip away without any leave-taking.
would like to write to her from London,"
"She would be heartbroken if you left
her like that".
"Perhaps you are right. Itis the weak-
aees of her character to be fond of me. I'll
;ee her in the morning before I start. She
will be happier when I am gone -safe and
nappy -with you. You ought to marry,
Admen. You owe as much to my mother
as well at to youreelf. There is Lucy Free -
mantle, who has been in love with you for
the last five years.'
"Valentine.'
a true bill. I've teen the growing
passion from the time she left off short frocks
and long halm You have been her ideal
from the day she left the nursery -perhaps
before. 1 daresay she was often thinking
of you over Pinnock or Lingard. Marry
her, Adrian. She has not one of the at.
trilsutee of the typical girl, and she will
make you a true and honest wife."
"I will wait till my time comes, Val,"
ariewered Adrian, with a sad smile. "It
has not come yet."
Lady Belfield was always An early riser.
$the was in the garden next) morning, look-
ing at the first oluetere of snowdrops, white
against the whiteriese of the hoar froet,
when Valentine joined her, clad for a jouto
nay, in a fur -lined overcoat and deer stalk-
ercap.
" blether ," ho began abruptly, " Adrian
and I had a long brotherly talk last night,
arid he adviaecl mo to try change of scene as
a cute for bitter memoriee. I aril •going
abroad for a spell."
"Mac, dear. Yee, it will be Et good
thing, 1"em sure," answered hie mother,
poling etidclonly 4b the mere thotight of a
peseible parting, "but you will not be go-
ing just yet, You will lake time to think
about it.
4'1 am going at once, Yon know I was
never given to ftreto1utjn 1 havealone
most things, for good or. evil, on Om epar.of
the moment. Ihana off by the 8.35.. My
parttriaateatx lieve gene down tothe dahlia
yard. I thrall etem o day or two in to wo,
satd theta sail for the Cope.
or the dope 1 That la so fat, Val. Why
tot go ts Ittdy or Spain."
"Tame, hanknoyed, intolerable. The
soliday groond of elf-opitffiniated Yankees
oul perecoially conducted Cookueye. No, if
change of scene ie ts clo roe ally good, if 1 Mt
to got ont of myeelf, X runt get face to face
with mature. Afriet is the place for me,
boat& be afroid, dear mother. The Dark
Centlimut ie as cafe a eoiitude oe Herne Bay.'
And pm are golug-this morning ?''
" At otioe The dogcart le welting for
me Geod.-bye."
He 'duped hie mother hi his ulna; kissed
her as he hod not 'defied her Sr Yeats -at
hardly since he wee a schoolboy. His ow
eyes were not innocent of tears as he rushed
asvay, leaviug her to sob out her sorrow in
the quiet shrubbery walk whiel her foot.
steps had so often trodden. Never had she
felt more desolate them in this parting with
the wayward and beloved 15051, and yet she
told herself that it was well he ware gone.
Anything must be done rather than to see
him as he had beep since last August.
The South -Western Railway conveyed
Mr. Belfield to Exeter, but in the junction
station there, he had a cheice of trains, and
the Great Western suited him best on this
occasion. tie crossed from one platform to
the other, took his ticket fer Paddington,
and Came out upon the departure platform
of the Great Western, under the big °look.
The platform waanot so crowded as usuel,
and the train was not due for five minutee.
As he walked slowly towards the end of the
station, Valentine passed a mau volaose face
flashed ripen him with a sadden sickening of
the heart and weakening of the limbs, like
the sight of a ghost in high noon.
The wintry sun shone upon the pale and.
high.bred features. Ha sow the face looking
at him. half in hatred, half in scorn, and he
could not give beck scorn for scorn, hate for
hate. He who had never feared his fellow-
men, sickened at the sight of this man, and
passed on with quickened step, and eyes
looking steadily forward, preteadiueo not to
see that familiar face, the face of the man
who had stolen his wife's heart.
SI. Austell stopped and looked back bt
him,
am alive, that was the face of a
felon,' he said to himself, "and the mystery
of Helen's fate is darker than any of us
dream of. That titan dared not meet my
eye -although it was his place to hector and
mine to quail. There was guilt in that
look."
• He was on his way westward. Since that
meeting at the Badminton, he had been
much disturbed in his mind about his lost
love. Fickle as the previous experience of
his life had proved him, he had not yet for-
gotten Helen. The year which Mr. Baddeley
had allowed for the duration of his pas -
:don was pot yet ended, and it may be that
the disappointment and mischance av'nich
had attended this particular intrigue, had
intensified his feelings. He would have for-
feited ten years of his life to have found
Helen, and won her for his own, but there
was that in her husbond's countenance which
chilled his soul. He had half a mind to
follow Valentine Belfielcl, and tax him then
and there with foul ploy. He had no evid-
ence except the mysterious circumstances
of tlae wife's disappearance, and that guilty
look in the husband's face -but the two to-
gether brought conviction to St. Austell's
mind.
CHAPTER XL -THE FORLORN HOPE.
Valentine Bolfield walked to the furthest
end of the platform and stood there, cold
and sick, like a man in an aglln 61 4.111
-me ea, you don't look the -kind ofrnan
who could stand it," said an elderly parson,
one of those amiable busy -bodies who are
always' interested in other poople affairs.
Valentine scowled at him wby ay oi an-
swer, as he threw his deer.stalker
into the rack, and mopped his forehead and
hair, damp with ley sweat.
" A churlish personage," thought the
West Country rector, "something wrong
with the heart, and a very irritable temper,"
and the good man tried to interest himsef
in his newspaper; glancing over the top of it
every now and then to zee it there were any
hope of conversation.
Valentine put on his cap again, pulled it
over his forehead; and coiled himself in a
corner of the carriage in an attitude that
tneant total isolation. He was trying to re-
cover his nerve after that sudden apparition
of Sr. Austell.
"By I was afraid of the man," he
said to himself. "For the first time in my
life I have known what it ia to fear the face
of a man. If a brace of constables came to
arrest me, warrant and handcuffs complete,
I wouldn't flinch; but his face unnerved
me. He loved her. He would ask me,
What have you done with your wife!
What have you done with that frail, false,
lovely girl whose heart was mine?' Yes,
his, Hs -not mine. It was his love I mur-
dered. It is to him I am answerable. It
was his life I spoiled. She had ceased to
belong to me -she was openly, avowedly
his. And 1 quailed betore him, turned sick
with fear at sight of the villain who wrong-
ed me."
For an hour and more he sat ha his corner,
living over that brief moment of meeting --
seeing that passing viaion of a malignant
face, telling himself again and again in the
bitterest mockery that it was St. Austell
who had lost by that fatal blow. At last,
and with a tremendous effort, he dismissed
this dark train of thoughts, and his mind
recurred to one of the object of his journey
to London.'
Ever since that last meeting with Madge
Dailey, the girl and her mission had been
present to his mind. Paraion was dead in
him buried under the crushing weight of a
great remorse, numbed and frozen as the
senses are in a nightmare. There was no
rekindling of an old thane ; but in the as he
of his dead love for that strange girl„ there
waa a faint glow, a little spot of warmth ree
thaining where all else bad grown cold.
He yowled for her presence, for the sound
of her voice, for the touch of her hand, He
Sit diet if there could be comfort or hope
for him Anywhere upon thia earth, it would
be with her, He felt that5 there were any
one to whom he could confess his crime, it
Was Madge Dawley, and not a priest.
" The Porlorn Hope," herepeated to hint.
self as he sat in hisoorner, loohing out at
thelandsm pe ; everyfield; and copse, and
hill,' and. Curving ateam; familiat to hini
'frore h5byood ; beheld again and again
at all seasons, sometimein listless vacuity,
sometimes inipatienee.
At last the train steamed into Paddington
Station on the edge of dusk, The sunset
glowed darkly rid athwart the London log,
aa the train noosed Harrow and Hanwell.
The great vaulted roof of the terminus look-
ed ghastly and eepulehral 1n the chilly light
o electro lan-ips
'Valentine told perter to take his port-
mantoeux to the Groat Western hotels and
theo left the station on foot. Ho Wag going
to Lissola Grove to look for the Refuge found-
ed b Made Dawley.
The leng thoroughfare of the Grove was
light With lamplit shops i and fall of traffics.
Valentina enquired in 0510 of the shop,
and wa.0 (limited to iskle,streeti
looting street of Shabby, dilapidated lian-eiS;
which might have had Bente preteneton te
respectability half a century ago, but'which
had fallen to about the lowest stage In the
hietory of bricks and mortar, 'They were
houses of a considerable size, however, and
offered accommodation to a oonsiderable
population, as appeared by the various light-
ed windows, suggestiog many domicilea un-
der ono roof.
Across the front of one of these houses, of
a somewhat bettsr aspect than its neigh•
bouts, appeared along black board on, which
the words "The 'Forlorn Hope," were
painted in large white lettere. In front of
the fanlight there was a lamp with the
words "Refuge for Women and Girls," in
black letters, on tho glass. There was no
poesible mistake as to the motive and char-
acter of this institution.
The door swung open at Valentine's touch,
and as he etOileed the threshold, a woman iu
a block gown and a white cap came out of
the parlor next the etreet, and met him in
the pasage.
It teas Madge D kwley. The shepherdesa
was always ready to receive the lost sheep. I
The fold was humble and unattrootive but I
itt meant what it offered -Shelter.
She started at sight of a tall man in afar
bordered coat-storted again on recognizing
Valentino.
"Mr. Belfield I" she exclaimed.
"Yes.' Ittold you I should eome to you
some day, Madge, and you ponied not to
shut yoor door in my face.", .
"1 4.111 not likely to do that; but I don't
think you will want to stay verylong in this
house,
She led the way into t'oe porlour, a plain-
ly farnished-room, lighted by a cheap para-
ffin lamp, under a green shade.
A tall press made of pitch pine occupied
either side of the fireplace. Toe table was
of varmahed deal, the walla were white-
washed, the floor was uncarpeted, and half-
a•dozan rush -bottomed chairs completed the
furniture of the room; but all was scrupu-
lously neat and clean. A tire burned cheer-
ily in the shining grate, and an open-work
brass fender made one point of brigatness
in the picture. A large iron ket de was
singing on the old-faehioned hob.
"Pray sit down," said Madge, pointing
tw a chair opposite her own. You have an
idle hour to spare'I suppose, and you have
come to see our Refuge -to find out for
yourself whether We are doing good work--
in order that you may help us.'
She spoke gravely, faltering a little' more
deeply moved by his presence in thatplace
than eh e would have oared to own to
herself. The lesson of her life for nearly
four years had been the, lesson of forgetful-
ness; but it was not yet learned. His voice,
his face, had still the power to awaken a,
strange, unreasoning gladness, to give life
a new color. .
"No, Madge; I have come on no such
philanthropic errand. I confess to caring
very little whether your work of mercy,
thrives or fails, I aro here from pure sel-
fishness. I am eaten up by my own cares;
my own burden is too heavy for me, and of
late, night and day, I am devoured by one
thought, one
He stopped suddenly, looking at hemysith
eyes thet shone feverishly bright in his pale
and haggard face, with one strong hand
clenched upon the table between them.
nom -dee' ern Hope, Madge," he said in
f ter a few moments', silence,
lt you will pity me when no
is world, except my brother,
tnowing all. Yea, that you,
in, might still pity me -might
He flung himself on his knees at her feet.
He seized her hand and covered it with
kisses, despairing kisses, which moved her
more than his wildest passion of days gone
by had ever moved her, fondly as she had
loved the tempter.
She snatched her hand from him indig-
nantly, looking at him in angry surprise.
"I thought you knew me better them to
talk to ms in that strain," she said. "1
thougbt I had shown you that I am not the
kind of woman to be tempted by a fine gen-
tleman lover -to be tempted now, after I
have given nay life to the saving of weaker
women. Do you think that I am likely to
forget that yeti are another woman's husband
-w-and that when you were a free man you
refused to marry me ?
"1 was a fool, Madge, a proud, eelf-opin-
ionated idiot. I did not know that you were
the one woman upon this earth who could
have made my life happy -who might have
influenced me for good. I was hemmed in
and bound round by petty prejudices, by
bigoted belief in birth and position. What
are birth and position when weighed against
the nobility of such a nature as yours?
saw in you a beautiful peasant, whom it was
my business, as a gentleman, 'to . seduce.
And when I saw that your resistance was
real and earnest, I lost my temper, and
fancied myself in love with another woman,
It was pique that made me Helen Deverilre
lover."
He shuddered as he pronounoed his wife'a
name.
"That is all past and done with," said
Madge, gravely. "I am very a orry that
your marriage ended unhappily; but thete
is a long life before you yet, I hope, and
there must be semething for you to do in it.
And now I must see after my patients. It
is teatime. Shall I make you a cup of tea ?"
She Went to one of the presses, opened it,
and began to take out cups ana saucers, and
little crockery Majoots, and trays, and
plates. Everything.vvas of the cheapest, but
the things had been chosen for their pretti.'
news, and the little trays had a, neat and,
dainty look as those active hoods arranged
them, each with its spotless linen d'oyloy.
He thought of those careless days on the
river, with boat, and dog, , and gun ; tho
sheer idlenesa.of fancy which had led him
to Madge DawIey's cottage ; the hold her
beauty had taken of him, and Itis..scornttil
disbelief in her virtue. And he now came
to this woman la his agony; as the woman
'who could giv,e him help and comfort, whose
strong brave soul could inspire him with
courage to begin life anew. And having
come Loth tido house of pain, he felt DX if it
would be best of all to stay here for ever,
to be her clerk, her ally, her drudge, only
to have the privilege of being near her, He
altruist forgot his scheme of distant travel,
he W415 ready to grovel at her feet and plead
to be allowed to stay .with'her. .
She was absent for more than an hour. He
emptied the tea'pet,latittd looked at isis Watch
a dozen tianettbefdreshomarne book,: '
" Ate you aurprised to eeo in here etill,"
ins asked. .
"Yes, I thought you would have gone
back to yourhotel. This is not a place for
yeti." '
"X sappone not, yet yon told me if
were in great distress I Might come to you
for shelter. I belied to find the name ot
your house *as not altogether a delusion=
•
The Forlorn 1 heato no other hope,
Madge."
0' That Cannot be true. Von hetie your
imothem vahe tadorea you.
44 My mother bannot help MO to bear my
burdenit would blast her declining years.
bring her 1 t anguish to tho graveto know
the nature of my misery. 1 want some
strong koliern ti tleupent; 1 want' adatt
.heroicdmorif to4iispire inttt with °garages
Madge,1 have come to you -to you, aa the
only wentanwho ointnehed a ray (Alight upon
this darkened epirit. I am a viler Pinner
than auy of your lost sheep. Have pity
upou me if you on, /dodge, for I am the
kind of sinner whom no one pities. I am
a pout derer I"
He clasped her hand in both his Own and,
drew her nearer to him, looking up at her
with deapairing eyes, as she stood looking
down upon him, spesehless with horror-.
" I killed my wife."
"Oh, God 1'
"I had the confession of her falsehood in
my hand, her own deliberate declaration
that she had ceased to love me, and that
she was passionately in love with another
man -that she was leaving me to be hiss
mistress. A pleasant letter for a husband
to read, Madge. The ink was wet upon the
paper, and she stood there looking at me -
beautiful -false to the core. 1 truek her
to the ground. It was only one blow, but
it killed her. Between the reading of that
letter and her death, there was but an in-
terval of half -a -dozen seconds. The ink was
wet still, and she was lying at my feet look.
ing up at me -dead."
"It was horrible," gasped Madge, " an
awful, irreparable calamity -but not mur-
der. You did not mean to kill her."
"I will not say as much as that. I think
I wanted to kill her -as I would have killed
her seducer had he been there -bat I was
sorry the instant she was dead. The agony
Of remorse began before that ink was dry."
"You should have confessed the truth;:
you should have braved all consequences."
"1 should. I was a coward ' and a fool a
a craven, to shrink from the consequences
of my wrath. I had a right to be angry. I
forgot how frail a thing she was. She fell
like a lily -a tall white ;lily snapped in a
storm. One moment, my passion had vent-
ed itself, and she was dead."
And then he went on to describe that
ghastly burialof the dead, in the silence of
the summer night. He dwelt on every de-
tail, showing how vividly every circurni
stance of that cliental scene • had painted it-
self on his memory, lie recalled these
things shudderingly, 55 a- man relates a bad
dream which he has dreamed again and
again.
" Did no one suspect you ?"
"No one has found me out. There is a
man I suspeet of being some kind of eaves-
dropper and spy -a man who is on a visit
to her father, and who passes for a gentle-
man."
"You must not lose an hour in getting
away from Eaglancl-from Europe -beyond
the reach of pursuit, if that be possible.
Suspicion once aroused, detection might be
easy, and then having hidden your crime,
you might seem a deliberate murderer in.
stead of the victim of a moment's passion.
You must sail by the first ship that can
carry you. Go to Liverpool to -night by the
mail -if Liverpool is the port -and start to-
morrow morning."
"1 am in no hurry."
"But if your secret were once suspected,
to leave Eagland then would look like flight,
and only confirm suepicion. Go at once,
while you are free to go."
"1 have half a mind to stay and take my
chance," he answered thoughtfully. "1±
you would be kind to me, Madge -if you
would let me spend an hour in this room
sometimes, hear the sound of your voice,
watch you coming in and going out, I would
rather stay in London than go to Africa to
look for diamonds and shoot big game. I
am not the man I was before that night,
Madge. When -when I had done that
deed, my first thought was to save my neck
-to hide my crime and go scot free. I
thought iife would be the same as it had
been -the hunting field -the racecourse -
the battue -all the same. I thought I could
forget. Bat when the seasons came round
again, and the old sports, and the old people
-my God, what a change. All the zest and
flavour was gone. I went about as if I
was in a dream, only half conscious of my
own existence or the life round me.
Wherever I went, the same haunting
thoughts went with me and a ghost that
would not be laid. 013, Madge, you are
stronger than I --braver, nobler. Pity me
if, you can, as the strong should pity the
weak."
"1 do pity you, poor soul, with all my
heart," she answered, softly. She bent over
him, and Mese(' his burning forehead. For
the first time in their lives, her lips touched
him in love, freely given.
"1 cannot live without you Madge. I
have yearned for you in my misery. That
kiss has sealed mo as your own for ever." "
"If you persist in saying these things, I
will never see you again, Mr. Belfield. I
have done with love, and all thoughts of
love. I have planned out my path in life,
and mean to keep to it. And now I must
wish you good -night, and ask you to leave
this house. I have a great deal to do be-
fore bedtime," -
"Cannot other people do it for you? Can
not you give one evening in your lite to my
despair -you who do so much for others ?"
"1 ani the head of our little organization.
and have to see that all is done rightly.
There are three and twenty sick or ailing
girls and women in the house and only
three sisters besides myself to f00 to them.
We are a sisterhood of twenty-two. I am
the only permanent resident. The other-
twentymne each give one day and night in
every weak to the work. They come at
eight one evening, and go away at eight on
the following evening. It is one day taken
from th3 week of Worldly business for a
work of meroy. We find the Plan works
better than many resident sisterhood. The
sisters are more Cheerful, better tempered,.
and in better health. Their lives are not
Monotonous, There ia' no wearinees, no
pining for escape into the outer vverld.
They always bring a certain amount of
freshness to their work ; and it Makes them
happy to know that however worldly the
rest of their lives ntey be, one day out of
the seven 5 spoilt in doing good."
"The plan is your invention 1 suppoSe ?"
"Yefil, it ie
"Clear bran; strong heart 1 Why did I
not know your value four years ago? Well
M taiga, you have received Me kindly,
and I won't Maltose tinbn yout kindness.
Good -night. 1ellen eothe again to -morrow
evening."
," Tear& ,better ofit, and go to,Liverpool
Good night,, norepeated; ignoribg her
questiott. ,
"Good -night."
They claimed hands and parted. Scarce.
ly had the outer door stilt upon hint, Wheh
she covered her face with her hands and
burst into tears.
"Oh, my love, nly sinostained love 1" ehe
Marmured ; " I care for yoa mote in Your
abatement than I ever eared for you yet. I
would give my life tO lead you ‘bitola to hap,
pihesa, if I had oily hope you could ever bo
happy, But the corse of blood ie on your
Beall, mid whot hope out theta be for yeti
this aside of the grave ?
(to DP CONTINUED)
Wedding by electricity has conic to Stay.
'CABLE NEWS
Frederick 111,. as the Author of German
Daion-Growmg Belief 3,u Stanley's
Death.
' Nothing more surprising and important
has been published in Europe in many a
long day than the extracts from the diary
of the late Kaiser Frederick printed in the
October number of the Deutsche ittsncischazaw.
The section only covers some eight months
bevinning in mid July, 1870. It contains
much new and valuable matter about the
Franoo.German war as seen from headquar-
ters but it striking feature is the disclosure
that neither Emperor William nor Prince
Bismarck liked the idea of founding a new
German empire and that Unser Fritz was
the one who carried the whole project
through, laboriously persuading his father
and almost bullying the Chancellor into a
reluctant support of it. Eveubedy hereto-
fore supposed that William and Bismarck
had been the sole and joint author a of the
imperial echeme. •
Since the news of Jamieson's death reach-
ed London there hoe been a distinct growth
of conviction that Stanley him,self is. lost.
As was pointed out at the time, the tidinge of
Barttellot'a murder and the evil fate which
overtook this relief expedition really do not
affect the question of Stanley's safety, as he
passed through the country 12 months ahead
of Barttelot and Jamieson, and they seemed
to have karned nothing about him beyond
what we knew last year, that is, that he had
had lots of hard fighting on the road. More-
over, Stanley has shown that though often
rough and arbitrary, he knows how to
manage the blacks, whereas ,Barttelot was
brutal and arrogant to the last degree.
The regular Autumn disturbance in Bul-
garia and the East is evidently not going t3
be missed this, year, I hear from a friend
now in Moecow that a lot of money has
been recently raised to send a crop of revo-
lutionista into the Danubian country, and
lastweek's attempt to assassinates the Bul-
garian Minister, Nacevics, is conceded to
be the overture to new operations. Of
course there ie no telling what proportions
they may assume, but Bulgaria on the sur-
face seems better able than ever to take
care of her self. The danger of the existing
situation lies not so much in the abortive
emeutes fomented by Russian agitators as
in Turkey's new attitude of truelence to-
ward Bulgaria. There is some fear that
this means that Russia has once more got
the upper,hand in Stamboul.
European Dress in Japan,
The taste for European dress is spread -
ng very rapidly in Japan, especially so far
as women's toggery is concerned. Some of
the sensible leaders of society in the States,
among whom are Mrs. Clevelmd and Mrs.
Garfield, regret this and in order to counter-
act what they regard as a great mistake
and a great danger they have ivritten an
"open better" to their Japanese sisters in
which they try to stop them in their rage
for foreign fashions in dress. In this letter
the Japanese ladies are told that in point of
beauty, grace and suitability tllepamese
dresses modeled after the best &yam-
ese standards are both elegant and re-
fined and that it would take years for
Japanese ladies to adapt to themselves and
wear with equal grace a costume to
which they are entirely unaccustomed.
They tell them that European dresses
are far more expensive and that it
would be necessary to remodel the whole
household economy, if such innovations are
to be successful. Besides, it ia argued that
European dresses are not so healthful; that
heavy skirts, dangerously close -fitting dress
bodies,, the insidious custom of wearing
corsets which is far more direful M its con-
sequences than the Chinese custom of com-
pressing the feet of women are all abomina-
tions, and that it will be far better for the
ladies in Japan to pause in their course and
to take counsel with the best women, in
other countries so as to have as far as possi-
ble, the dress adapted to the health, of the
body and to tho development of the soul.
This ia all very well,' but we 'rather
fear that Sas European craze will prevail
artiong'the Japanese sisterhood. Whatever
is fashionable has to be adopted whether
it be healthful and bee0111113g, or the reverse.
Xarried >laves in Paris..
it Ftenchmon of the commercial class
matries, as rogeneral 'rule, in order to in-
crease his balance at the banker's; to de-
velop his business connection, an& to find
a trustworthy person tc keen his books ; for
the Frenchwoman who marries a baker, but-
cher, linen draper, grocer, or charcittier or
"pork man." becomes until her dying day
the 'slave of the shop." She sits before
a ledger from morning to night, adding up
figures and superintending her employees,
while her husband is perhaps smoking cig-
arettes and playing dominoes in adjacent
cafe. The married Woman of this doss may
deena herself lucky if she can put up her
shutters at 1 o' cloak on Sunday in order
to take a gala fresh air just outside the
walls of the city or to viait her friends.
Mastiff and Hen.
A remarkableinstance of animal sagacity,
told by a cortespondent of the Lohdon
"Spectator," well interest mar dog -loving
readers:
" Bob " a fine two.year-old mastiff, whose
maasive head and face is relieved by great
mildness of expression, was seen one day
carrying it hen in his mouth to the kennel.
Ile placed lier hi one corner, and stood sen.
try while elle laid an egg, which he at 'once
deviated. "
From that day the two creatures have
beat fast frienda ; the hen refuses to lay any
where hut in Bob's kennel, and gets her
reward in the dainty morsels from Ins plat-
ter.
Careful of the" Book.
• , ottng Author (making a, eall)-I'see yen
have my new book .on the tahle,-.Miss Haint
mealy. '
ttainTherely7Oh, . yes, 1C/Ir,., Preface,.
.and we have (Ohnd at Sciinter,estirig:,
toting Artliiir(teking the'laeek),4, 'neitiOe
180.41i) ,Of.,plie leaves are notecttf; '
Mi88 Hatnnietely-tEr-mo, Mr, ,Preface;
we ate. carefulto keep, it fresh as long as
possible. 2 ' ' •
wwe-a-
: A:VIA:1141f%
"1 don't uriderstand. Women," remarked
PoStman, and"--aftor pause-" I 'don't
believe 1 want to, either"
• " Whaes the Matter!" ,
"12 hond 3, letter to a Wonsan. Ad leeks
. at me eeveraly rola ott,yei Whot I only one
If I gin° her ,sbc, she says, What 1,only
eb ?' and if I had a hundred for her she
make the same remark. If X have only a
paper id del/Ver.-4011, Daterribla life to
leo 4
/.
nobert Innis Stevenson's $torr iteprotineq '.
edin Fact lin the Northern .1"aellie °mean.
7 •
In 1823,, during a revolution in Peru;
number of wealthy residents of Liina'cliar
()red A , brig, of 300 tons, to earry to Spain!
their' -property in money and j'etvelry, and a
lariats emantity of .monestio plate. ' It is maid
that there were cloubloone to the vOlue Of two-
naillione eterling, and a vast guilt' hi plate.
Hot after ahoMteasare wpm on board, and -
when. iti OWLIfitS came down to theheech.
they found thevessel gone. .An gugu*rian,
it Lieutenant' M the Peruvian navy, hearing
of the intended flight, had gone .00 bpard
with it chosen bond, and had cut out thetbrig
within hail of a, retitvian naan-of-war. He
steered right across the Pacific; and ilcourse
of time reached the Marianne blond , in the
Macau° Ocean, whin 3 the treaeure- was buried.
A course was then made for Ffonolnlu, But
'before reachipg thia port quarrels+ broke out
among the pirates, and.the Lieatenant, with
his two officers and a cabin boy,, having ,Eet
fire to the vessel, got into a boat and left the
crew. One of the officers wationtaileted and
thrown . overboard before the, boat reached
Honolulu. There the party repreeenn.td
themselves as the survivors of it shipping
disaster. The Lieutenant, before, leaving
Lima nad.been in love with a lad',. the Wife
of a Peruvian- officer who Woe slain in the
revolution and; before taking further steps
Withariagard to the' treasure, decidedtesencl
for her. The cabiti boy was despatched as
emissary to Lima, but 1311 his arrival there
hettaas acelied and imprisoned, anct1tlie7lady
refused to -have anything futther tede with
a man whom She Styled a detestable Pirate.
, The Lieutenant and his sole remaining
companion thereupon char tered,a smallfore-
andaft schooner, the Swallow, honitnandecl
by one Capt.- Thompiton, and proceeded to -
the Mariannes for his treasure. Theinpeon '
tried hard to get a charter for a specified(
port or ports, but the Lieutenant insisted OM
a broad charter; including any or . all. the
Mowianties. One evening when they were,
in sight of the islands, the Lieutenant,. who,
was sitting o0. thelee rail chatting with his,
companion, Was, his conjectured, tipped! ".. '
Overboard by the latter and disappeared. .
The urinal alarm was raised, , but the . Lieu,
tenant's body was never recovered, Thomp-
son, from certain scraps of conversation,
which he had overheard, having suspeotedt
the object of the voyage, °vet -hooded the -
dead Lieutenant's effects, and among them
found a chart of the island on which the
treasure woe hidden, but With the name,
omitted. Soon afterward he sighted another.
brig, with the master of which he was -
acquainted, and they arranged to search.for.
the treasure and divide it between them;
giving the surviving pirate a share on condi-
tion that he consented to point out the spot,
but with a threat if he did not do so he
would forthwith be handed over to the -Open -
fah authorities. At a concerted:moment the,
pirate was seizid by both Captains and the
conditions named, He nodded. They asked
him if he would lotlicate the situation of
the treasure.He nodded. They asked if
this was the island, pointing to the nearest
of the group. He again nodded. They
invited him to step into it boat which had
been lowerectand guide them to the treastige.
He nodded once more. Afterward he went
below, and filled his pockets with lead paid"
iron., Then going down the ladder, he
pushed off the boat with one foot from the
side of the schooner, and dropped Set first
into the sea. Until within two years ago
there was aline one of the boat's crew, who 4
1 ....,
,
snatching at the suicide's hair to save him as '
he sank, plualted from his head a handful
of hair, but could not raise the heavily -
weighted body, This put an end to the
treasure hunting. The chart went into the
possession of the Spanish authorities.
The British schooner Nerold recently
sailed from Japan as far as Guam, a small
island belonging to the Marianne group, M -
search of the buried treasure. But while the
-
Captain, who intended to sail for Yap, in the
Carolines, was on shore, it was carried . off
either byhis mate or two Japanese; or by all
three, these being the only persons on boord.
AS no trace of the' vessel -has been' found;
there Is still some mystery about the affair.
Meanwhile the Captain of the Nereid, who
holds or believes he holds the clue to , tho
seereti of ails this wealth, has lost everything.
.Whatever :May "be thought ' of this, ex.
traordinaryastortrowliat is beyOnd any ques-
tion, says the Japan Mial, ile that an English
shipmaster in Yokohama, at the commence. ,
ment of the present year, set out in a
schooner, built under his own supervision and
belonging to himself, to search for the treas-
ure supposed to be hidden more then sixty
yeareago among the coral islands of the
North P' acific and that Isis crew ran away
with his'. vesael and have not since been heard
of. Posaibly they, too, have determined to.
recover ' the treasure on their own account.
The story .was.taken down from the mouth.
of the Captain himself.
•
, The Sugar Trust Dictates.
,•
•
The Oetor sugar trust has told ,the Sena
ate of the United States what it wants. We
suppose when political parties are so nearly
divided, as now happens to be the case, the
sugar magnates, who are stealing 820,000a
000 from the people annually through in
creased profit, think it is a question only of
buying ,a, few Congressmen. These trusts,
and syndicates have too long dictated te
the -American people . . .
.The sugar trust refuses to anode to the
ent,Of 50 per pent. in the tariff, loht, will
compromiseam as cut of 33; per .cent. the
present sager, classification to stand. - How
complacent of the thieves! ThedPiairie
Farmer idea of knocking the tarK from so
gat for year art -mif:g7, bring t,hese,..s.7,13,,a, alto
orate to -their milk; ,epeaking ofter'o aoix
Themonsumption of sager -hi. theenuntry ,
is t haimitt - 3,000,009;000 *pout& me year.
• Since 41`ii forMationof the trtistd'the .. profits
of the refiners'have , been , increased Ifrieni
to 2 °onto a pound. They havehy corner-
ing7", redneed -the, . price of raw, sugar f to
themselves about,f, of . a cent per pound."
Histoce they,thinkthotrisplvea streng.enough
to, dictate -to • Congress. What will the
• people thinktot ,their public servants who
allevatthis dietatiert7 Watch' Opitgreesnaen
,tiktatretertlie Octet), u,a sugar ,tru,St.'ed, e7ands-
)"''•
'' `,;I:C'A:'3' . kd " ' 'Oh li
.; ad AV lin UM
Isah't‘o'n' don "Times', oaths ::--hOtir Canter,
WhW 'Correspondent writes ;4The audacity: -
of thejackdatv oftillitiima hoe been equalield ,
if not .eteelied, at Monkton; in Kent, • Dar-
ing DiVine derviee a jackdaw, holeniffing' to
IIG,Stipleten dotton,t made itS way into the
•noted, edifice with the congregation, and not
• only took a lively,part ,In the responaesi bat
idso letataine exceedingly talkatite at °thin .
tinies,, . The whole comaregatieni wero ,in a
illicit, the pleigynien hunsolf with difficulty'
kept a straight face,'" while the school Ail -
dreg present' broke ont into open laughter.
Thingbecame so bad :that. thcs' elerg,ymarh
Wet dempolleal to .order the thildren out of
the chnrolif , ,Tben an Wert WLIS made to
°Lsebaul IrPid:lobit°,6 tlhowever, Yea o'Itnrylriponnetfl: oetWrh, .°, to l I)0readinga di desk.t 13Oer1°' ha b° (1011vhet he
.
where it, remained (still . ta1kativ) , tilt the ' •
A REAL TREASURE ISLAND,