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BY LAURA JEAN LIBBEY •
• Author of "A Broken Betrothal," "Patted. at the Altar,"
"'The Heiress of Cameros Hall," Etc., Etc.
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.. .vi,a(eu, Heath the tales timofcing a cigar,
"By
u s eve
r
the 1 the sun ri e
trne
thosehills to pata ov Raymond and
I will be fat away from here," the
Alatud Ar -
told herself jubilantly,
Glen will tell him I am dead, and it
is only a resemblance probably. She
was always jealous of inc in those
old clays. She would not let her old
lover find rale if she could, help it.
No ono else would know me. I am
not the impetuous, willful girl I was
then. I would deny before the world
that I was Rosebud Arden, who won
the silver, cup at the races only a
year and three months ago. It seems
to sue a hundred years have passed
since then."
From his secluded, sheltered posi-
tion tinder the trees, Raymond saw
his young wife's plaid searching for
something in the bower, which ho
hail named "Rosebud's Bower," be-
cause she liked that spot above all
tremblinglike a leaf
tremulously,
a
against the strong arnt thrown so
Lz
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"Take me into e o y ,
t1 feel tired and wearied."
"The ,teat!"' cried her young hus-
band, anxiously gazing into her white
face. "Wily, my darling, you aro ac-
tually shivering, and those tiny 1t-
ttIe hands are as cold as ice! You
-aro surely ill—and on the eve of our
journey, too; for I had just condo to
tell you, ;f you were so very anxious
to go, I possibly night arrange
,matters to start to -morrow,"
r��t• To his dying day itaymond Leslie
r• novel• forgot the glorious light that
.broke over Itosebud's face, her hap-
piness was so intense, She cried out
aloud:
"Oh.., my darling, God has heard
my prayer at last!" then threw up
'her little hands and fell fainting at
Fhis feet. " .
When she awoke to consciousness others. •
she found her husband and the fam- "1 do not like that gir'l's face," he
mused, thoughtfully; "there is a sty,
crafty look about her."
His meditations were suddenly cut
short by observing a handsome
young mean leap lightly over the low
stone wall, and beckon to the maid,
Raymond Leslie tossed aside his
cigar; gaging curiously at the strang-
er, himself being completely screened
by the thick foliage.
• Ile caught but a e`hance word now
and then, which the wind wafted in
his direction. As he gazed he meant
to study out the problem whether
.actions sneak volumes" or not. '
There was something about the
dark, handsome beauty of the man's
face that struck him oddly. Where
had he seen that face before?
•'Ah! I have it," he cried, under
his breath, "That is the same fel-
low whom I saw in the telegraph
office the other night. I wonder what
he wants here? IIe is up to some
mischief, 1'11 wager. Can it be he is
a clandestine lover of Marie? Ah,
not"
The second glance showed him the
utter• absence of any appearance of
ruffianism in the well-dressed, gentle-
manly fellow who worn a bouton-
niere in his coat.
"What could he be doing here, and
what could he possibly want of
Mario? If there was anything about
tho girl in any way suspicious, she
was certainly unfitted to remain in
his wife's presence a day longer."
The master of the house determin-
ed to probe this mystery to the very
bottom.
The next instant he saw hint give
i1lhrie a note, and distinctly heard
the explicit instructions he uttered—
"Be euro to deliver it into Rose-
bud's own hand as speedily as pos-
sible"—touched his hat courteously;
as though she were a princess in-
stead of a discreet little French
maid, leaped lightly over the wall
again, disappearing among the trees;
carefully
with thenoten
while Marie, wt1tL Y
tucked away in her bosom, and her
hands full of gold coins, sped rapid-
ly toward the house.
ily physician bending over her..
"X had intended going to -night,"
she heard her husband say, "but, of
•course, my wife's illness prevents it.
I think I shall take your advice,
.doctor, and remain hero for the pre -
scut."
"IIer nerves seem to have had a
;severe shock," returned the physici-
an, "still, not necessarily dangerous;
,All she needs is complete rest and
quiet, and home, above all other
places in the world, is the only place
to find rest."
'.. The moment the door closed on the
retreating physician poor Little Rose-
bud sprung up from among the soft,
lace pillows with a heartrending sob
:that brought her anxious young hus-
band to her side. •
"Oh, Raymond, don't listen to
him!" she sobbed. "Indeed, he does
not know. I must get away from
here to-night—this very hour—or my
heart will break! ].f you love me,
Raymond, you will listen to my
prayer.,,
"Of course I love you, my darl-
ing," he replied, bending tenderly
•over her; "that is just the reason I
intend to be so careful of you; and
as to attempting such a long jour-
ney, weak as you aro, it is' simply
not to be thought of."
"For the sake of our love, Ray-
mond, do not refuse rale," she plead-
ed; "There are tinges when the doc•
tot s aro all wrong. You would see,
darling, that it was for the best. If
I you refused 1110 I would die, and
t when you looked upon my face, cold
in death, you ,would remember, love,
tow hard I pleaded with you to take
e away at once." •
It was hard to refuse his young
wife anything she asked for, and he
(could not find it in his heart to re -
1 fuse her eloquent prayer now, and
I
in spire of his (letter judgment and
.against the physicians express or-
der's, he reluctantly consented to con-
tinue he had cont -
u thepreparations
0
•tin
• plGnced for starting that night.
IIe never forgot the delight on
Rosebud's face.
"My whole life shall repay you for
' it," she cried, gratefully, gazing up
Tinto his face with her eloquent blue
eyes fairly glowing in a transport of
I joy.
`• In an instant all traces of illness
'seemed to leave her, and she flitted
'about like a robin, helping her deft
Ilittle plaid arrange the trunks.
Raymond was certainly puzzled.
' Itis little bride was as happy as a
child. Ile laughed amusedly as he
.watched her. The promise of start-
}.ing that night certainly worked won-
ders, ho told himself.
"Where is your garden -shawl, near
'.dame?" asked the maid, tossing aside
boxes and bundles in search of the
, required article. "You will surely
' want that packed, you look so prct-
ty in it."
t Rosebud stood gazing at her a mo -
anent in silence. She remembered t
was about her s..oulde's when she
fainted. If it was not in the room
surely it must have fallen old some,
where in the- garden.
"Look for it in the garden, Marie.
l I must have dropped it there," she
;'said
The nimble maid tripped away,
and Rosebud. turned from the win-
doW where she had been watching her
.husband lying on a garden bench be-
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those pretty, childish blue oyes be.
oRo.
rCItd noticed with a
troubled
fare that Raymond did not r lc'r s her
hs was his usual custom, On the
contrary, he walked over to the
open winclow, flinging himself down
ort a chair with a (ial'k, moody
frown on his face.
IIe .Meant to wait and wetch pro-
ceedings, if he could only control
his ungovernable jealousy long
enough.
"What is the matter, Raymond?"
silo questioned, timidly, going over
to Where he sat and putting back his
dark clinging curls from his damp
forehead. She hail never seen a
cold, forbidding frown on . his face
before, and it fi ightened her.
"I do not know that I have any-
thing particular to worry over. Do
you?" he asked, pu511ing the little
hand fretfully away, although at
that moment sleep In his heart he
was crushing tbo feeling that
prompted hint to catch that little
handl in his .warm clasp and cover it
with passionate kisses.
"No!" gasi•e l Rosebud, sorely
frightened, A sadder, terror springing
into her face as the wondered if
Porcy Fielding had been to see him.
"Nettle- r do 1," retorted Raymond,
laconically. "1 hive youth, wealth, a
pretty young wife who loves me, sad
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and Indigestion
Nervous System oat of order—Meath
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indigestion and dyspepsia, nervous, ick
head yache and sleeplessness are among the
sharked symptoms of nervous exhaustion, and
.on;thisaccount are thoroughly and permanently
}eared by a course of treatment with Dr. Chasers
Nerve Food.
MRS. 1'. IlncWN, to
Queen St., St. Thomas
Ont., and whose husband
is a shoemaker, states :. .
"I suffered a lot with
nervous, sick headache,
my digestion was not
good, and my nervous
system generally was
quite out of order. Ism
pleased to say thatIfound
seDir. Chase's Nerve Food
the most satisfactory
M. Brown nerve tonic and health
'rs
restorer that I have ever tried, t can fully
recommend thisis preparation, knowing
it to
be
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The magnet may awhile detain
The needle from its destined course;
But when not withheid by Spree
it travels to,,the north again."
He threw the shreds on to the
floor, grinding them Into, the pale -
pink rosea of the velvet carpet with
his heel.
"A model lover; but by the Cod
above he shall rue the day he dared
send a love letter to my wife!"
if Iris dearest friend had shown this
to Raymond one short week ago he
would not have believed It.
Itis own senses he could not doubt.
IIad the shining sun fallen front
the blue heavens above he could not.
have been more shocked.
Then, after all, women were all
alike, them wits in tihent no truth, no
goodness: the whole world teas alike.
The fairer the flower the sooner
for
](ed it
marked his
withering blight a
ht r
own,
He understood now why some men
chose desperately homely women for
wives; there was little fear of lovers;
their love and their honor was not
in such jeopardy in their hands. Yet
he owned to himself he loved this
beautiful flower -faced young girl
whom be heel married with all the
strength of his manhood.
And Rocebud, his wife, was it
possible she cared for this handsome,
debonair young fellow?
Was it possihto she, whom ho had
thought but little reproved from. the
angels above, was false to Trim?
It goaded hire almost to gladness
when he thought how blind he bad
been in not inquiring more closely
into the exact cause of Rosebud's ab-
sence the night of the flower -show.
IIe could not forget how earnestly
his friend had insisted that it was
certainly Rosebud, his wife, whore he
had seen enter the coupe and drive
rapidly away.
Raymond Leslie was the most mis-
erable young ratan . imaginable as
these thoughts flashed rapidly,
through his mind.
Would she keep the appointment?
IIe would wait and see. -
CIIAPI'Elt XXXII.
me only—so I do not ,.now what else
a reasonable man could want or, ex-
pect. Do you?"
Rosebud looked into his reckless,
handsome face in wonder. What dial
this great -change mean that had so
suddenly come over her hand4onlo
young husband who had loved her 5o
dearly! Was it a dream? This would
bo tho last drop of bitterness that
could make her cup of misery over-
flow.
"Do -you?" again questioned Ray-
mond, glancing carelessly into her
quivering face.
"Oh, Raymond, my love, what lies
conte over you?" she gasped, "Only
an hour or two ago you left ole, and
your heart was warns and luting.
Now you have suddenly grown cold
to mc. Oh, what is it, my love,
what is it?"
"Can you think of anything that
would be apt to cause such a
change? he asked, abt u,it.ly.
Ho saw the question strike her as
lightning sometimes strikes a fair
tree, and she looked up at him with
tears swimming in her pretty pansy -
blue eyes as she answered, faintly:
"No. Have you been away from
the garden, or spoken to any strang-
er, or received any letters since you
left this room an hour ago?" she
faltered, turning deathly pale.
"I have not been away from the
garden, nor have I spoken with any
stranger or received any notes," he
replied; briefly. "But why do you
ask? Are you expecting anything of
the kind?"
He heard her sigh of relief at his
crossed
answer, and a bitter smile cr o
his face as he guessed accurately the
reason.
"1 can not understand why you
speak so—so cross to me, Raymolicl,'
she said.
He hoped she was about to make
a revelation of the pitiful secret
that lay like a chasm between them,
but her words broke off in a pitiful
sob, as she nestled her fair flaxen
curls down on his shoulder.
It was hardly in human nature to
resist the impulse to clasp that lit-
tle lace -clad figure niadiy in his
itrins, and tell her of tbo dark sha-
dow that seemed hovering above
them. IIe would have given the
world for the old sweet happiness
and implieit trust that filled his heart
two short hours ago. Now all that
was changed, and the demon jealousy
was lurking in his heart, goading
hien on to madness.
He never offered to caress the bow-
ed little }lead so near him, and in a
very few moments Rosebud stole
quietly away to have a good cry all
alone by herself.
"'.'here was something the mat-
ter," she told herself.
Yet she could not imagine what it
was.
It was not the terrible secret which
she dreaded, for had it been, Ray-
mond would have come to her.
straightway with flashing eyes and
scornful, curling lips, accusing her
on the spot of willfully deceiving
him.
As soon as the sound of her little
pattering footsteps grew faint in the
corridor withoiit, Raymond Leslie
went directly to the fire -place and
extracted those torn bits of paper.
With little difficulty he arranged
note out
• d the n
a
t
hem arid spread ,
be-
fore him.
The chirography was elegant, and
the style scholarly, yet those .grace-
fully shaded curves looked hideous
in the eyes of the infuriated young
husband. It read as follows:
CHAPTER XXXI.
A numb, hideous nightmare seemed,
to paralyze every nerve in'Raymond
Leslie's body as that easy, devote
voice fellupon his ear. For two
long hours he paced `up and down.
the golden, arguing with himself as
to what it could mean.
How dare this stranger so famili-
arly address his wife as Rosebud to
her maid?
Fierce jealousy sprung up into his
heart in an instant as he had seen
and heard. ].)eep in his heart 11e al-
most cursed the dark, handsome
beauty of the stranger's haughty
face.
"Could it be he was an old lover
of Rosebud? Why did he Clare send
her notes so familiarly in that un-
derhand fashion? Great Godl what
was this mystery? Had it anything
to do with ]rosebud's absence the
night of the flower -show? Could it
be possible that this was some lower
who was about to go to New York,
and was that the reason Rosebud
was so desirous of going, and was so
changed of late?•'
These thoughts flashed over him
with lightning -like rapidity, fanning
the jealous flame of his fierce jeal-
ousy at every breath. All argument
with himself ended where it began,
i11 sharp, sickening dismay.
"What construction could he put
upon it'" he asked himself, "Great
God! how can I think ill 01 my
beautiful little Rosebud? I will not!
I will not! and yet—why, I couldhave sworn, an hour since, by the
light of yonder sunlight, her Love
w
was all aline, and now—heavens
what doubts and fears are beginning
to torture Inc to madness!"
Ilis splendid face grew white and
haggard} at the thought; a sudden,
swift storm of jealousy and rage,
end all the passion of love he had
for his young wife, surged hotly ov-
er him,alid it was only by a violent
effort of self-control that be restrain-
ed himself from rushing at once in-
to ltosebud's room, demanding to
know what all this meant, and ac-
cusing
scusing her at once of caring for this
handsome stranger Who dared fa-
miliarly address her es. Rosebud, and
send notes to her secretly.
"I should have thrashed the feller
Within an inch of his life!" he cried,
hotly, walking with unsteady steps
toward the boost, and stepping into
the library from the long, opet
Pec' • nch Window, he was just in time
to see Rosebud tearing the note In-
to piaec,s, and toss than 'into the
fireplace.
'.,`here wvas a, terrified flush on her
cheeks, and }ler eyes burned With a
brightness he had never teen in
carts :ln " every flower and shrub she
passed twitll her little white hands,
and the moon cast l:trunge weird tsha-
dotvs upon the hived white path be-
fore her am she Bind quickly awry.
At length she sate the ehruhbery
gate, and by it, carelessly leaning
against the frame -Work, she ea*
Percy Fielding.
"1 thought the word 'compromise'
would. bring you, pretty Rosebud,"
he safd,, with u mocking smile.
And to her consternation he seized
both. of her hands firmly in one of
his, and with the other covered her
rosy mouth.
"Quick, now," he elite' to some
one near him; "curse you! where is
the shawl? She's struggling like an
cel. flue Sere= and. all our work is
useless."
From the shadow of the adjacent
trees sprung
two dark figures, ,
and
instantly the thick folds of a shawl
and s1
over her head, 10
wv w
were thrown n d)
n
e
was lifted forcibly from her feet.
In vain the poor child, struggled
with almost Superhuman strength,
but it availed her nothing Ili the iron
grasp in which site found herself.
And the picrciug screams she ut-
tered never penetrated the thick stif-
ling folds of the heavy shawl about
her. •
She was quickly placed in a coach
which was in waiting, and the driver
sprung to his seat, applying the lash
to his horses just as l aemond Les-
lie, pale and foaming 1%1111 rage,
reached the gate.
The events just narrated had taken
place with such lightning rapidity,
Raymond Leslie namely caught . ight
of the disap} C.at ifg coach as he
reached the gate.
"Oh, pry God! is it as had as
that?" he gasped, "llosebud has
clopedf" and the thought seemed to
almost tale away..11i.; reason.
The pain in that 110)10 heart was
too great for words; no moan or
murmur escaped his ashen lips; the
color fade:} from Lis cheeks and the
light from hie eyes.
IIe laid his arms heavily over the
"Could it possibly be that Ray-
mond had tired of !tet"?" she asked
herself with trembling lips, and wol,
elan -like she crept, straight to the
mirror to discover why it was she
was losing her hold upou Raymond's
wShe looked long and wistfully at had lost all its gay, bright youth; it
her own face reflected there. At the
dainty. slender, lace -clad girlish fig- was haggard and terrible, like • the
ore. At the dainty little head pots_ face Of a man who has died the in-
stant his heart has been pierced with
.t sword.
IIe tried to walk, but the strength
of his limbs failed him; he was half
blind and dizzy, swaying to and fro
against the gate -post.
.Fortunately for him, one of the
servants passing through the, garden
she told herself over and over again saw hint.
she had lost none of the beauty Ray- 110 came up to hint at once and
mond loved to praise as 1)e gazed up- 1001(0, ill wonder at his master'§
white, drawn face.
on her.
The setting sten touched ler fair "You are ill, sir'?" he said in
hair with a last, loving, lingering nla1111
"Yes, cs, I ant ill, very ill," replied
Raymond, faintly.
The elan started back in amaze as
his young plaster slowly raised his
eyes --there was in theist Such unut-
terable pain.
•'Shall I call Mrs-. Leslie, sir?" he
asked.
The groan that broke from Ray-
mond Leslie's lips quite frightened
the man.
s'Yon have always been faithful,
.Tohn," he said, he an unsteady voice,
"and you will keep my bitter secret.
n0. God
I Erol.. 1
has Ile(
wife at
My t c
knows why. I)o not let the servants
or any one know. I shall leave }sere
at once; and, for honor's sake, it
must be given out that we have gone
together—my wife and I."
Raymond Leslie never fully realized,
Until that awful moment how much
his young wife's love was to him.
"Then you are not going on to
New York, sir?" asked the ratan.
"The baggage is all in the corridor.
Shall 1 take it back to the rents?"
"No," said Raymond, sadly; "let it
ceme.in just where it is. Nothing must
be touched. Close up the house and
say nothing to the s•:rvallts. I may
return here years from now, end I
may not. I can not • tell. If my
wire ever returns here, tell her I
went away a heart -broken plan."
He quickly opened the gate, and
before the astonished servant could
recover himclf, Leslie was gone.
He had left no address. The man
did not remember it in his intense
surprise until it was quite too late.
Scarcely an hour passed when a
stranger, with eager flushed face,
dashed up to the main entrance and
cold stone gate -post, burying his
face ill therm; and thele for 5o111e 1110-
lllt'nts he stood in dumb, motionless
sorrow, 1:eat ing the keenest agony
lean has to seine'.
'.'hey were only minutes that pass-
ed over his heal,, yet they Seemed to
hint Motu s; they aged hillt as years
could not lutw a clone. '1'itc fact that
he raised to .the .tar -sown heavens
ed so gracefully on the slim elute
neck, around which a band of moon-
lit pearls gleamed softly. At the
dark velvety blue eyes, the soft,
round pitchy cheeks, and the long
curling flaxen hair, among which at
spray of pale -pink buds was nestling.
Little Rosebud was not vain. Yet
casesS sinking softly behind the wes-
tern hills as silo gazed.
Dusk would soon follow.
"Shall I meet that Miserable
wretch at dusk, or shall I not?" she
asked herself, hitter anger for a
moment making her forgetful of her
intense foal' 01 him.
Her anger and indignation were
most violent,-outrivaling her de-
spair. •
What did he mean by saying it was
in her power to compromise? Could}
Cf
with
U
11 be bought
1(
ithe cot
be
money to go away and leave i)cr in
Peace with the dreaded secret untold?
If Percy Fielding would only con-
sent to that she could (tiniest bless
hien for it. She would give Mel all
her jewels, a fortune in themselves,
if he would only guard he: secret
from Raymond yet a little longer.
She would have purehasect his sil-
ence with her very heart's blood if
she could.
The very . thought of purchasing hie
silence so elated her that quite un-
consciously a gay little song burst
from her lips, which, coming to Ray-
mond's jealous ears at the further
encs of the diol corridor, made him
more bitterly jealous than ever.
"My coldness has little effect upon
her, it stems," he thought, gravely;
"her heart is happy and gay at the
near approach of the time set in the
note for• meeting that jackanapes."
"If I can only compromise with
him," thought Rosebud, gleefully, ''1
can gain time; I will buy him ell
with me- jewels and hurry Raymond
away at once lest Percy Fielding re-
lent."
Could, it be Percy pitied her after
"My Charming Ilosebud,—Will you
kindly meet me at the sane place we
Met; last! 1 flatter myself you will
not refuse Me, knowing how much
hangs upon the issue. If a compro-
mise could be effected, I, can imag-
ine hoW grateful you would be; all
rests With you, my darling. I know
you Will not find it is► your Loving
heart to say me nay. I shall refuse
to accept any note Marie Might
bring. Come to pre, my first, my
only love,about dusk.
"Yours lovingly ever,
"Percy."
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only knows."
CIIAPTER XX XIII.
In vain Rosebud struggled to free
herself from the folds of the heavy
shawl that 0lneloped her. All in
vain—in vain!
Slow long the1carriage rolled on ov-
er the smooth, pebbled shore she
never knew.
Suddenly it came to a dead halt,
and the same strong arms lifted }ter
as easily from the seat as though
she were an infant, carrying hcr ov-
er a long walk, and up a pair of
stairs that seemed to poor, frighten-
ed Little Rosebud almost endless.
There was a low, murmured con-
versation, and the next moment the
shawl was removed front about her;
and, as. she sunk almost fainting in
the nearest chair, she saw Percy
Fielding standing before her, and be-
side hint a man whose face was en-
tirely concealed by a full, close-fit-
tmg mask.
"What do you think of the way I
Have compromised matters, my
charming wife?" asked Fielding, sar-
donically, bowing low before her
(tonically, bowing low before her with
all his old -tinge reckless dash.
Fear, horror, and despair were all
blencled .in the look she cast upon his
handsome, satanically smiling face,
as she sprung to her feet and stood
facing him, her dark -blue eyes dilat-
ed, her cheeks flushing, and her small
hands clinched together in bi•eatthlcsa
auger.
• if there is a spark of human pity
in your heart, let me return to my
husband!" she sobbed. ".L will pay
you well to release rile. I apt rich
in my own right; I will give you ev-
ery dollar that I possess if you will
only liberate lee at once, that I may
return to my husband—and the• world
(To be continued)
all, when he heard bow site ldt•cd ' suddenly drew rem.
I wish to see your master. Is he
Raymond? at honer.?" he questioned, springing
Should she admit,
her identity so strongly,, that shee lightly from the saddle.No sir," answered the servant;
was Rosebud after all? "}re has gone."
"I will buy his silence, but I will her „Gone?" ochoc(1 the siraulgrr in ns -
Hover Aetna that I Wats his wife, ev- tonishi ent; ""howtnifort,u)ctte! '.'hen
en in name.-' perhaps 1 1n1Y hr permitted to see
From bureau she took a hand- his wife?" he said, hesitatingly.
All of crisp new bilis Raymond had
"She's goie too. sir." nnsw:reel
given her that morning, vol , which, loge -the 1111211, respectfully, crying to keep
then with all her valuable jewels, a5 near the line of truth a5 was ab -
she stowed carefully away in the solutely possible.
pocket of her dress. "My business Is very urgent,. Could
Rosebud took front her wwardrobc n. you tell me where they have gone?"
thick warm ,treat, and drawing it he asked, uhru ally, atter :t few 1u<) -
I
noiselessly
stepped
l she
•sheet
head
w
o c
r
„) hon ht.
n ntSof<ltc t
down the staircase that led from her 1 e I l'
r t of rooms to the garden. "No, sir," answered the shrewd old
suite e g
ITow fair and beautiful the night servant, eying the stranger curious -
was! A young moon appeared (tang- 1v
..f a111 hatred at every :urn," mat-
ing like a slender jewel in the starlit
sky pouring a flood of soft, mellow tercel the young rnan, gloomily. tie he
light on the distant restless ocean, "lowly remminted his prancing steed.
on the sleeping Rowers and the trees. "Any other maul less persevering
She had not )fngeeed to loot: then myself Would grow Weary at
around the pretty white boudoir as such retested failures. When do you
she was leaving it, and her eyes had c'vtii0?" Ills. 7.<slie And his wife
dwelt but a moment on the light in home. ]to nsk'll.
the library window where she sup
"We newer expects 'enc sett.}I they
posed Raymond to be.' gets here," • answered the fervent,
Deeply she telt the humiliation of ew ns'hen .
Olen they 'Arrive home. please.
stealing out from her husbnight
rat to Pt" "Airs. T.rslic thin care}," Pc said.'
.ease under corer of the night �,l)lease say 1 wish to see her at the
keep an appoiltttnent ntadd with a earliest possible moment. I am
crihtiltal, but the thought of Ray- stopping at 010 (.rand hotel, where
mond nerved her for the Coming or ti line addressed to tete Will reach me
at once."
�'Witha pleasant nod
horse With his riding -Whip and cant-
ered ttWAy.
t eager.,
w' t Was 'he the ..cr An
1tfeAt1ww111 a
To flee it springs when uncontrolled the land. Iv scanning' the bit of pasteboard une
le ell the Warmth of liberty. She crossed the garden, lovingly„ dcy the gate -lamp,
deal.
Let this one night
passr
and
►
Was before h
In the lower left hand corner life -time of happiness lay b o y Er
appended te fete lines of a poem: The night wind moaned pitifully .
holebeauty
1 a l0the ft
soul may and t O
Weary .o the trees
theY
hmon
"Although tt
My fettered heart awhile from thee, of the balmy June night lay over
A lliir..culona Vault.
The most interesting place of pit:
gritunge in Dublin is St. Michan'sr
church, where the organ is still to be
seen upon which Handel is said to have
composed his "Messiah." In the grave-
yard is the last resting place of Robert
Emmet, and the vault at St. Michan'e
provides a mare grewsome thrill that.
the morgue. The s.._ ton lifts an iron
door and descends a fintesiade steps.,-.,
carding a light, without which` the
place would be pitch dark. You follow
and find yourself in a narrow passage,
from which Cell-like recesses belonging
to different families branch off. Wheth-
er it is owing to the extreme dryuesse
of the surroundings or to some mysteri-
ous property of the place the process of
decay has been arrested, and the fea-
tures of persons dead for two couturiers
may be recognized from authentic por-
traits. Here Ile the brothers Slteares,
who were executed for their share iii.
the united Irish conspiracy, side by
side almost with the Earl of Leitrim,
who was murdered about thirty years
ago. The earl's ancestors for hundreds
of years back rest in the same vault
Perhaps the strangest thing about the
vault is the fact that, apart from the-
weird sensation, there Is nothing of;
feusive in the surroundings.—London
Tatter.
Hose Men Pali"When Shot.
Nearly every one is familiar with the
traditional stage fall, -where the victim
of a supposed death shot strikes au at-
titude, clasps itis Haled to his heart
stiffens every joint and muscle„
breathes hysterically and goes dealt
like g log toppled over from the enei.
Another popU'.itr yet erroneous notion
is that men shot through the vitals
leap into the air and go down in a drag
mucic attitude. Sometimes men are
found on the field in striking positions,
but often an examination shows that
the position wvasetaken after the fall.
As a rule a man who is bit above the
hips sinks down. The slighter the
wound the more commotion, for the
body instinctively resists, just as it
does when one slips or is pushed or eel -
tides with some object. But a wound
in a vital spot weakens the resistance
and men sink at once or reel and tum-
ble with very little self control.
SICKLY BABIES.
Weak, sickly babies are a great trial
to mothers. They need constant care
both night and day and soon wear the
mother out. Baby's little stomach is the
cause of most of the trouble; it is very
weak, and in consequence veru easily up-
set. Baby's Own Tablets will cure all
baby troubles. They are mildly laxa-
tive and give prompt relief. Coucern-
ing them Mrs. R J. Balfour, O:nemee,
Out., says: "I have ,used Baby's Own
Tablets for stomach troubles and consti-
pation from which my little girl suffered
and they ettirely etired. her.. They pro-
duced ,ranted, tatrashtug sleep, and I re-
gard thein neiudis}Lensible in any home
wvhere there are little ones."
Mothers front all parts of Canada
write in favor of Baby's Own Tablets,
proving the cla.itn that they are the very
hest medicine for all the minor ills of in-
fants
rP Guaranteed
and n n. Cx
fonts young $ child
to contain 110 opiate. Price 25'e n box at
all druggists or direct from The Dr.
Williams' Medicine Co., Brockville, Ont.
Should Earth Become tint.
A, scientist says that "If the earth
was flattened the sea would be two
miles deep all over the world," And
au Oklahoma editor gives out the fol-
lowing: "If any man is caught flattest.
ing out the earth, shoot him on the
spot, and, don't be too blamed particu-
lar what spot There's a whole blamed
lot of us in Oklahoma. that can't swim."
Clever Scheme.
Custotner--Dot that umbrella looks se
very elleap and common that the price
lus.
Idicu o
you ask is r
Dealer ---That's the beauty of that
umbrella. It's nude of the very best
if it
look as
to
ode
material, but m
waif .'. cw t A stealing.
Crossing the Bar.
Tennyson's famous poem, "Crossing
the Bar," was written, says the present
Lord Tennyson, ill the poet's eighty-
first year, "ort a day le October when
we carne from Aklworth to Farring
ford. Before reaching Farringford he
had had the `moaning of the bar' in Itis
mind, and after dinner be showed me
the poem written out." "That is the
crown of your life's work," said hits
sot1, who was the first man after the
poet to read "Crossing the Bar,' and
who passed the first criticism upon it
in such fitting and generous language.
"It came in a moment," said the poet,
and lie explained the pilot as the Ili -
vine and tureen who is niways geld-
ing us. A. day or two before he died
the poet, calling his son to his bedside,
said, "Mind you put 'Crossing the Bar'
at the enol of all editions of my poems."'
Mow Air Acts on Mercury.
When the air around us becomes eon.
denscd—shrinks into a smaller volume
--it becomes heavier, puts greater pees-
sure 011 the surface of the mercury and
makes it ascend in the tube; then the
mercury is said to'rise. When the air
expands—swells into a larger voIttme--
it becomes lighter, the pressure on the
mercury is less, the mercury sinks he
the tube and the barometer is said to,
wtd,
fall. Therefore every change of height
of quicksilver
Y .
Which
Obtk'
observe
13
I u
iks
Itrer
a sign and treasure of a change in the
.
mid u.�
re
m n
va
iu e of air