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Or, A Dark Temptation
CHAPTER. XX.—(Cont'd)
Percy bowed his head on the cold,
clammy hands that clung to his arm so
tenaciouely.
Never was a man so fearfully tried; his
fair, handeome face had grown white
with emotion; deep shadows stole into his
eyes.
Ah, what could it matter now? His
hopes were dead, his heart crushed, yet
how could he consent?
"There is one whom I love next to your-
self, Percy," the faint voice went on feeb-
ly—"one whom I long to have you prom-
ise me you will wed, for she cares for
you, she loves you; wooing sweet Evelyn
St. Claire would not be in vain. I could
die happy if I thought you would win
and wed her, my boy, within a year after
I am gone. This is the promise I would
ask of you; that is, if you do not love
another. Do you?" he asked, suddenly
starting up from his pillow.
Percy shook his head.
"There is no person on earth whom I
love but yourself, dear uncle," he an-
swered brokenly.
Then promise me, Percy," whispered
the general faintly.
Tho magnetic gaze of those dying eyes
'seemed to hold the young man spell-
bound, and literally force the fatal words
from his unwiling lips.
The cold dew stood out on hie pallid
face—the blood coursed through his veins
like molten lead. Ah, would it be brave
to speak the worde which must bring bit-
ter despair to the uncle to whom he owed
so much?—could he let him go down to
his grave with sorrow and sadness in his
heart? Could he refuse his last prayer?
Heaven direct him he was so sorely tried.
After all, what did his after -life matter
to him, now that the golden love -dream
of hie youth was blasted and broken?
If Evelyn would take him, knowing that
he had no heart to offer, perhaps it would
be as well to consent to it.
The words cost him an awful effort, but
he slowly uttered them.
"If it will make your last moments any
happier, uncle, whether for weal or for
woe I promiee to do your bidding—God
help me, I promise!"
The glad smile that broke over the pal-
lid fade on the pillow almost repaid him
or the fatal words wrung from his white
lips.
Poor Percy! how little he knew of the
bitter grief which was to accrue from
hat promlee wrung from him so strange-
ly. or that it was the last link forged in
the chain which drew him on toward a
ta)•agedy in his future.
An hour later Percy Granville, with
thoughts strangely confused, was whirl-
ing toward the metropolis on the through
express in quest of important papers which
the general would intrust to none other.
If you Tetuan by daylight you may
be in time for him to sign them, if that
.be his wtehe' seed the looter, gravely;
"he cannot last, however, much beyond
that.""
When Percy returned to Redstone Hall
with the sealed packages in his breast
pocket, Evelyn mot him at the door with
a white, startled face.
"You are too late, Percy," she said, tak-
ing his unresisting hand and leading him
Into the corridor, "your uncle died in my
arms half an hour ago."
Yes, the old general had died in Eve-
lpyne arme as she had said; but who can
piker ay what these moments had been
The doctor had given hie patient a
strong cordial, and had lain down upon
a divan in an adjoining apartment to
catch a few moments' needed rest, leav-
ing the general alone with beautiful,
heartless Evelyn St. Clair.
It was then that the dying man had
confided to her a strange secret—a secret
that made her guilty brain reel with
terror.
"Have you told Percy this?" she gasped,
a etrange light creeping into her steely
blue, scintillating eyes.
"No," he answered faintly; "but I can-
not die with the weight ofsucha secret
on my soul. I must tell him when he
returns; the papers, so closely sealed,
which he will bring, reveal all—"
"You shall never breathe it to him,
then 1" hissed the fair beauty, goaded on
to madness by the terrible sting of guilty
conscience; 'you ehall die first, you mis-
erable old man."
Whether she pressed the white pillow
down over the white, horrified face, or
whether death camp to the old general
naturally, she alone knew!
The moan on his lips was suddenly
stifled; he had read the girl's treacher-
ous heart aright—alas, too late—and hie
last breath was a bitter curse, blended
with remorse most terrible that he had
wrung a promise from Percy's unwilling
lips to woo and wed beautiful, false Eve-
lyn St. Claire.
CHAPTER XXI.
With tears of regret in his eyes, Percy
hastened to his uncle's room, followed by
Evelyn St. Claire,
Placing the package of sealed papers
hastily on the table, he hurriedly crossed
over to the couch upon which all that
was mortal of the old general lay.
There was a frozen, glassy stare of hor-
ror in the filmy eyes into which he gazed.
Ile could not understand the strange
expreseion of the dead, cold face—it trou-
bled him.
Por long hours Percy eat by that silent,
motionless form, his face buried in his
hands.
Daylight broke cold and gray over the
hills and vales. The news of General
GranvilJe'e audden demise epr•oa.d like
wildfire through the village, and Red-
etone Hall was thronged with sympathiz-
ing friends who camp and went, each
anxious to take one last, lingering leek
at the cold, pallid face.
It was an hour or more before Percy
thought of the papers he had so care-
lessly left lying upon the table. Ile
started up from his scat with. a strange
misgiving of impending evil in his heart.
Great Heaven! They are gone!
The servants were anxiouely question-
ed- ne one had seen the sealed package.
Wtruth forch a ed shock of
upon horror
rcy's trhe oubled
iniad,
He had carelessly laid the papers upon
the tableQ, end they had been stolen; by
Whom he could ;rot even conjecture, to
many people had passed in and out of
the ehambel• of death.
I% wail literally aihfoundod,
•m a tl£ture of the vitally important
papers the sealed envelope eentalned he
did not know; there had been no mark—
no word. on it to afford him the sliehtest
inkling or clew by whlt:b to trace it.
At length he was forced to abandon the
fruitless search,
The days $ew quickly by and lengthened
Into weeks—and weeks grew Into weary
months -tee mold 'inter had slipped tgwap.
Ile kaew it was un enereu
ine
not to gave her one affectionate Sycy"d,kYet
how could he de it? he had Heim spoken
a loving word to any ane execpt Idttle
Clay --the bride whom cruel fate' lead torn
from his arins at the very altar,
He tried hard to put the memory of
Little pay away from him as heianswered
constrainedly;
The question is se important Evelyn,
that most probably I leave thought more
of it than of any words which aheuld go
With it."
But Evelyn was piqued, and resented it.
"Oh, that le it, she returned, with a
wistful little laugh. ' 1fost Haan—,when
they ask a girl to marry them --say 'e nne-
thing—about—love, do they ;lot?"
"Yes," he answered absently
"I suppose you have had 'no experi-
ence," she returned archly.
He was silent a moment. !
His handsome faro grew strangely pale.
Ho tried to summonup courage to tell
Evelyn the story of his past, that hie fu-
ture was blighted, that his heart. all the
-f/ love of his very, soul, lay buried le the
Gay—hi a ride.
and the bright green grass and early vio-
lets were sprinkling the distant hill
slopes.
The crimson -breasted robins were sing-
ing in the budding branches of the treee,
and all nature reminded one that the
glorious spring had come.
One morning Percy Granville stood up-
on the porch of Redstone Hall, gazing up
at the white, fleecy clouds that scudded
over the blue eky, lost in deep thought.
He was the same handsome Percy, but,
ah, how changed!
The merry, laughing dark blue eyes
looked silent and grave enough now, and
the lips the golden mustache covered rare-
ly emiled.
He had fulfilled his promise to the dy.
ing general that morning—be had offer-
ed his hand to Evelyn St. Claire.
The torture of the task imposed upon
him seemed to grow upon him as the
week rolled by, and in deeperation he
told himself he must settle the matter at
once, or he would not have the strength
to do it.
He had presented himself quite early
that morning at the heiress' home, and
was ehown into the drawing -room.
Evelyn stood before the sea -coal fire.
Although it was early spring, a cheer-
ful fire glowed in the polished grate,
throwing a bright, ruddy ia,diance over
the room, and over the exquisite morning
toilet of aoft, pink cashmere with its frills
of white lace, relieved here and there
with coquettish dashes of scarlet blos-
soms, which Evelyn wore.
"What a surprise, Percy!" she said,
holding out her white hands to him. "I
am delighted to see you; why, do you
know, it has been long weeks since you
were here last. I had almost begun to
believe that you had forgotten me," and
she raleed those bewildering blue eyes,
that few men could resist, coyly to his
face.
am sorry that I have been se neg-
lectful, Evelyn," he said, flushing slight-
ly. 'I am going to try to make amends
for it in the future if I may be permit-
ted to do so."
You are always welcome, Percy," she
said, giving him the full benefit of a be-
witching smile; "there is ee one whom I
am more pleased to 600 than yourself;
don't you know that?"
The lovely rose bloom was deepening in
her pretty blonde face as she toyed shy-
ly with the blosseme she wore,
"Now is my time," thought Percy, with
a desperate recklessness—"now or nev-
ere He broke into the subject at once
while he had the courage to do it, fer-
vently hoping that the beauty would re-
fuse him.
I am going down to the city this morn-
ing. Evelyn,' he began, leading her un-
resistingly to an adjacent divan. "I may
be gone a fortnight, perhaps, and I have
something to say to you before I go-"
He sat down beside her, still retraining
the Blender white hands in his grasp.
Evelyn's heart gave a great bound; was
it coming at last—this declaration of love
for which her very soul hungered and
thirsted?
She looked up at him with flushed cheeks
and sparklingeyes, the breath corning
and going ,swftly over the crimson, smil-
ing lips.
I want to ask you i'f you will marry
me, Evelyn?"
Handsome Percy looked, perhape, the
more confused of the two.
Evelyn," doll men t on;tolmake
annot says hat
I will be a model husband, but I will say
that I will do my best—no man can prom-
ise more."
There was a minute's silence awkward
enough for both, Evelyn was grieviously
disappointed. She had gone over in her
own imagination, a thousand times, this
very scene, picturing to herself how
Percy world kneel at her feet, whisper-
ing to her In glowing, passionate words
how dearly he loved her, and how wretch-
ed his life would be without her; then
how he would clasp her in his arme, close
to his heart, and murmur all the sweet
words that fall so naturally from the lips
of lovers.
he readdid hern thoughts the the nwistl Perhaps
ex-
pectant face turned toward him, and he
would have given anything to have been
able to make love to her --anything for
the power of saying tender words to her;
he knew very well she was expecting
something of the kind from him.
"You have asked me to be your wife, I
Percy," she said petulantly, "but you
haven'tame!"said one word about—about_-lov-
ill The
was almatrk at awas
loss howete ;ply torit
grave of Little Ga hi b '
Poor Percy, he could not lay bare that
sweet, sad secret; he could not have borne
her questions, her wonder, her remarks,
her scathing werde and have lived; his
dead love was too sacred for that; he
could not take the treasured love -story
from his heart and hold it up 'to public
gaze.
It would have been easier for hila to
tear the living, beating heart from hie
bosom than do this.
"1 euppose you have had no experience
in love -making," persisted Evelyn, .coyly.
Her lovely, fascinating ;blonde face' was
so near him -temptingly near—inviting a
lover's caress, the graceful figura se close
that he could have .wound his arm around
her, but it never occurred to .him to do
so.
There never was a betrothal with so lit-
tle flavor of romance about it. It wee a
strange wooing—•that" le, it Percy meant
it for a wooing yet he did his best to
carry out 'the part of anintereetedlover.
In spite of hie resolve, he thought of
Gay the whole time he sat on the divan
beside the spoiled beauty, absently clasp-
!ng her jeweled hands. Ah how different
that other love -making had been. How
hard he had pleaded with Gay for one
kine—just one. How hie heart throbbed,
and every endearing name he could think
of trembled on his eager lips as he
strained Little Gay to his heart when she
bashfully constented to be his bride;
That love -making was real, this one
only the shadow of love. He mast try to
forget the past, he must, indeed:
"You have not answered my question,
Evelyn," he said abruptly. "Are you to
marry me—or not?"
She raised her pretty face coquettishly
to his, drawing just a trifle nearer him,
wishing he were not so fold a lover,
"If I consent will you promise to love
me better than anything else -or any one
in the wide .world?" she whispered.
"I will devote my life to you," he an-
swered gravely.
"I-1—think I will marry you then,
Percy," she answered tremulously, draw-
ing still closer to him with a charming
gesture of affection.
He bent his fair, handsome head and
kissed the little white hands he held. He
could de neither more nor less.
".Thank you, Evelyn," he returned.
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"Now that we have settled that point,
when may I claim your'
"Oh, I don't know," pouted Evelyn, pet-
tishly. "Do you wish it to be soon?" she
aeked with wistful hesitancy, eagerly
wondering how he would answer her.
"Yes," he said, absently; "the sooner it
is over the better I shall be pleased."
"You may set the day, if you like," she
returned, twisting nervously at the leaves
of the crimson -hearted roses she wore on
her breaet.
How would two months from to -day
suit you?" he asked, remembering that
there were such thins as r
g t ousseaue n
all the bridal finery and
poor Gay had dis-
pensed with, which Evelyn would bo sure
to require; and then there would be no
end of fuss and ceremony over this wed-
ding.
She gave a pretty little scream of sur-
prise.
#lis soon as that?" she murmured.
"Take your own time, by all means—
any length of time that suits you best,"
he answered eagerly, anxious to repair his
mistake, .,if he had made one.
"Oh, I suppose two months will be time
enough," pouted Evelyn—seeing clearly she
was not going to be coaxed—that he was
evidently not the anxious party.
He thanked her again, and soon after
took his leave. It quite escaped his mind
to give ber a good-bye kiss; still, as she
watched the tall, handeome 'figure out, of
eight, she was wondrously happy in the
glamor of her love -dream and her tri-
umph.
He was praying to Heaven from the
depths of his miserable heart to give him
strength to carry out the rash vow his
uncle had wrung from his unwilling lips.
He told himself marriage would be a mis-
take for him, for the supreme magnet
that led to anything like happiness—the
magnet of love—was wanting.
"I could wager anything that Percy was
thinking of that miserable little Gaynell
Esterbrook all the time he was propos-
ing to me," she thought, with a frown,
turning away from the window. "I think
I have effectually silenced her, though,
and parted them forever by that letter
I wrote her, signing Percy's name to it.
He believes the girl dead, while she, the
little fool, will believe every word of that
cleverly -written letter in which I wrote,
If we ever meet again, it must be as
strangers.' She would not dare to speak
to him, even if they ever met by chance
after that. I have played a desperate
game for Percy Granville's love, and,
thank fortune, I have won him at last."
(To be continued.)
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As mach depends upon the con
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anything else, if you are expectin
the winter eggs. You should have
seen to it that your hens were no
running wild during the late fall
getting too much corn about th
fields or hog pens, or that they ar
not starving when you think the
are picking up a good living fo
themselves after the grain has a,
been put away for the winter.
For many years I kept only
small flock of hens and paid litt'
attention to them except during t
winter, writes Mr. B. M. Chan
ler. I got, of course, very fe
eggs and found that if I wished th
much sought winter supply I mu
look closer to business.
I tried shutting my hens in
large park during the month of N<
vember and feeding them cooke
vegetables, milk, a little of ever,
thing in the shape of grain, instea
of letting them run to the co
houses; that is, all but those
wished to market, and those I cox
fined in a large coop with a floor.i
it, so they could not do too moo
scratching, and fed them mo•,
grain and less milk, plenty of clea
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find them in good condition for th
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This, I find, pays better than a
lowing the hens you wish to kee
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thuds differ.
A hen should not be fat when tl
cold weather sets in any more tha
she should be starved. She shoul
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scratch for her living.
I never allow a hen to eat grai
as fast as she can pick it up, bi
make her hunt for it in a good pi
of litter. Soft food for breakfas
fed at six o'clock, milk and a Litt
wheat or rye for dinner, and sol
per at four o'clock of corn, t
quarts to 40 hens. This may see
a small ration, but wherethr
meals are given. F•ou will filed
it is enough and if more is allow
them there will be fewer eggs.
Some think it better to feed
small grain and no corn, but in tl
cool weather I find that corn sati
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should be fed as hot as they ea
stand it.
Never expect real success wit
winter egg -raising without a goo
bone mill: A bone mill can be ha
for $5 and will pay for itself in si
months. Bone meal should be
part, of every breakfast in the he
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Meat is good, but never thro'
the carcass of a dead animal int
the chicken house unless you wan
to create disease germs and in
pure eggs. I{eep the carcass froze
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that it is all eaten fresh.
Never expect winter eggs in aux
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There is nothing better than fres fee
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get fresh straw or, better stil in
clover hay scatterings for litter baa
least as often as once a week. the
If you have a small coop and wis
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up posts and making a straw sh- arra,
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Have this shed where they ca mol
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snow, and allow them to eat the ggivx
meals there, keeping them bu ;Pam
scratching so that they will not fe Wei
the chill. This will afford them si• res;
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provide a dust bath composed lino'
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each ten hens. I scald them , iftlwl
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