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The Exeter Advocate, 1894-12-13, Page 71 Woman's. Crime. KY AN na-aseatartva, Published by permission 0 the ownersof the Conyriebt. tOONT/Ntraa.) Lenore had but Dee desire, oee thought —to vanish frora the world that had known her, to lose her identity entirely, She -wee not blind to the motive that ac- tuated Mrs, Harris; the keen wit of that lady seemed to react upon her protege ; neither was she dazzled by the allure- ments of the stage, as pictured by the ballet mistress. But she SAW in such a life the opportunity she sought, of losing herself. No tale would dream of looking for Lenora ,exrnyn upon the variety stage. And she believed that she could adopt that profession ea still be her best self, Let Mrs. Harris rcap the benefit ; what she wanted was safetyto herself. Mrs, Harris was a tenacion$ woman, ami her shrewdness had its weak points. She we's hrowel to nearly every perform- er in her particular branch of the pro., fession, ali•s. Barris was not a dramatic actress and never Ilea been. Every per- former in the city then, knew her, as they knew imanagers, property men and bill posters, and Mrs. Harris had a certain pride. Lenore haa expreesed a wish to be seen by no one, and Lenore would aot come to the house of Mrs. Harris, to be displayed to the friends of that lady as her new pet and protege. Mrs. 13111.1iS looked upon Lenore as a prize, and she wished to display her as sueh. "There's no earthly chance of any of your people seeing you," argued Mrs. Harris, "and it -will do you good to see some of these people. I'm. ging to speak for a box at R ----'s to -night, and you must go with mo; no one will see you; we will go in at the stage door; of course no such a tbeater as you will act in. I wouldn't allow you to act there, but R— is an old friend. of mine, and I want you to see the worst side of the life." By which she meant that she wanted to make the poor, half -paid, hale starved, wholly -besotted actors at R—'s stare in astonishment and won- der "where Hurl . foiled a girl like that." Constant dropping will wow a stone, For three days Mrs Harris harped upon this theme, and at last Lenore, seeing that the ballet mistrese was preparing to be actually offended. if she did not eau. sent., and feeliug that site, Lenore, could ' ill patronage i jAh'stlteleleenehee,ornsn eant the7: et xlo :one solve. 41 pa,ny her to R—'s variety theatre. Thi e put the ballet mistress in a rare good humor, earl she lavished praise o.nd advice in profusion. "I'll tell you what you rause do," she said eagerly. "This business all detesues on your style. Now your style is good but you dress too plain. You must dress for effect. A_cropt some particular style and stick to it. Now for you nothing could be a ,bbier than a boy's cut-out, have your hair cut short; it would curl all over yoar head, wouldn't it 2—have a toriyjaelot, double:breasted and all, like a boy's. with a cute breast pucket and bright buttons ; then get one of those cute caps, just like a boy wears, only seal skin; and. nay, wouldn't you be a stun- ner ! Why, no one would know you for the same girl!" "De you think they would not ?" "I know te ey would Mrs. Haves bad not expected that Le- nore would so readily adopt this advice, andwhen the girl drew out herpurse and counted out some money, she asked: "What do you want?" "Get me a jaeket and cap such as you described, please; and—e ri you cut my hair?" "Do yoa really mean it ?" cried Mrs. Harris. "Pll go right away and get the things; but—it's a pity to out your hair, after alt; jest cut the front, and coil the rest .in top of your head loose; it's so thiek and wavy, ib will du nicely that way." "Jest as you please," said Lenore, in- differently. "I'll get you a cute silk handkerehief to stick in the side pocket," said the bal- let mistress, rapturously. "Arid a sailor .collar and tie fer your neck. III show 'ma !" This last, spoken after Mrs. Har- ris was outside the door, was not intend- ed for Lenore's benefit. A 1 tele before the opening of the par- formance at R—'s varieties—there was no going up of the curtain because of the absence of that ascending and. descend- ing faseination from R 's stage—Mrs. Barrie and a jetuita leaking young lady entered one of the two stage boxes, that were "boxes" in the enest sense of the word; they were just high enough to stand up in, and else wide enough ad deep enough to hold four small wooden chairs that might have come fr.m Mrs. Harris' sanctum, so very uneasy were they under a burden. This "box" was fearfullyand wonderiully dirty, guilt- less of paint, and odorous 'with tobacco, brandy an beer. The nose of the jaunty young lady- as • eended perceptibly, seeing velaieh, les. Harris FAA with a gay litge laugh: "Oh! don't put on airs, child! ,I told you thee you were not coming to a grand. theater; this is no high-toned place, but yotell see a first-rate performance, and the people here think e deal of ine. The climax brought a smile to the face of the young lady, who readily under- stood that Mrs, Harris chose to come here where people would do her honor, rather than sit an uareeognized guest at a first- class entertainment. Spite of her re - pregame@ for the low, dingy, dirty dive, for saele it was, Lenore began to feel ,I( amused, and a trifle eurious, . "After ally" she thottght bitterly, as she peerea from behind the dingy curtain of the box, ottt uaou the bare stage, "after all, I have been in a worse place," thinking with a shudder of that day at Gentlernam a Soirs, Mrs. Harris darted, iu and mit at the door, jabbering with any and every one bellied the moms, and, after a, little, Le- nore bereanto azeustomed to this. When at last the performance eoramenced, Mrs, Minis seated herself,prepared to enjoy it, and encore everything, "You must clap -Tour hands," she.wkist perea to Lenore; if yon don't, they will think you aro stuek 'del" Smiling e, little at the idea, of being considered "stuck WI by these ecopie, Lenote deemed her hands in feeble emu - bigot, of Mrs, Harris, Thel stinal auditorium was tolerably •W01113114 with rough lookieg men tot the most part, who 'lounged aboa deal tattles and drank muela beer, applaudtna from time to time with the etout bottoms of their glasses. There was the usual "First Part," with a allored individual at either end of a half -circle, composed of the "strength of the company;" and this was followed by a young man with a very red, feet), who danced. a "silver clog," to the entire sat- isfaction of the audience. Then followed young women, in soiled and metal abbre- viated finery, who sang ballads and comic Songs with cracked and tobacco strangled yokes. Next, two lads, men- trically dressed, who jabbered arid howled in broken accents inteaded for the Ger- man brogreee and kicked up their heels at intervals, in a fearful and wonder- ful manner. Next, a pretty- girl did a 'Very creditable song and dance, after which the youeg man who had danced the silver clog, "did" a jig, and afterwards a hornpipe. Following him 043320 a stoutish young lady, who an- xtounced in a voice like a fishmonger, aud with a fling of the heels, that she was "Goodtfor-nothing Nan." From time to greet as the performance went on, Mrs. Harris, no doubt carried away by her enthusiasm, drew back the eurtain, so that Lenore, shrink as she roight, was exposed to the view of those on the stage and also of some person or persons who sat behind the curtains of the box opposite. This opposite box was situated very near the dressing room of the female performers, and from time to time those ladies were seen flitting in and out, but the gentleman within never once permitted his face to be seen. Pres- ently this personage turned the ladies out with scant ceremony, and sent for R— himself, • "Who are those ladies opposite?" he asked., abruptly, when the portly, red- faced, beer•perfained manager made his appearance. R— recognized the stranger as one who had spent money freely there on one or two occasions, and he answered affably: "The old woman is a Mrs. Harris, old stager, ballet mistress, and all thee, you know. The other is some victim she has picked up to fleece, I suppose; probably the girl fancies that the old woman will make her a fortune on the stage—that's a hobby of Harris'." "A hobby—or a pretext?" "No; the woman is really stage -mad; she has starved half her life trying to hang to the tail of some snap company or other. She will get a few girls to - gather, and if a man will come along and. show a little roll of money, off she goes with the girls; she won't be left behind, mind you." "And—are you sure that this young lady is in her hands?" "I think she is. Harris told me, when she came down to secure the box, that she had a treasure, a regular beauty. and that she was going to take her East and bring her out in style. If she does, it will be at someone's expense; she is as poor as Lazaxas." "Ah! will you teil me where this Harris lives?" R— hesitated. "I don't known, real- ty," he said. "Nonsense !" interrupted the other, shortly, "of eourse you do. Look here, R—, I'm willing to make it to your in- terest to help me a little. Now, I am ignorant of all theatrical business, but if I wanted to play manager couldn't you put me m the way of it. And if I say I will give you twenty-five dollars to be placed where I can get a fair view of that girl when de leaves here, can't it be done?" R— thought it could, and the two men fell to talking very earnestly. Meanwhile, over in the other box Le, nore had been growing very nervous, over the too frequent lifting of that dingy curtain, and she was growing, angry, too. She had expostulated mild- ly, bue Mrs. Harris, who had been be- hind the scenes and had there indulged in a glass or two of beer, seemed to have grown quite reckless. Finally the an- noyance became unbearable and Le- nore's wrath got the better Of her pru- dence. Leaning forward, as Mrs. Harris was about tctpull aside the curtain, she laid a resolute hand upon it, and said with a flash of the eyes that acted like a small shower -bath upon the vivacious ballet mistress. "Madame, if you touch that curtain again, 1 will leave this place instantly. I will not allow you to exhibit me in this vile place, so shamelessly. I very much regret having come with you." Mrs. Harris was not slow to perceive that she had gone too far, and. that she had overrated the influence she believed she possessed. over Lenore. "Why, I declare 1 how nervous you are," she said, dropping the curtain; "nobody can see you from the audience, you sit so far back." "Edo not wish to be stared at by those stage people," replied. Lenore, coldly. And Mrs. Harris did. not lift the curtain again. When they left the place there were no street cars near, and Lenore expressed a preference for walking, so they set oil briskly. But they were not unobserved. Scarcely had they emerged into the street when a tall form came out of the dark- ness and followed stealthily after them, and behind this a second figure glided, ami on the opposite side of the street a third, and all three moving in the direc- tion taken by Mrs. Harris and Lenore. But the first person was a bungler, or he did not understand the sharpness of Mrs. Harris. It was not an unusual thing for soli- tary women to be followed so late at eight, and the ballet mistress began to think that she had displayed Lenore a lit- tle too freely she did not want anything to seem to alarm Lenore, and some of those men might have seen her and strove to follow. She began to be restless and observant, and before she had reached the street where Lenore lived she had discov- ered that they were followed. She was not aware of more than one shadow, however. "I'll tell you what," she said suddenly, "1 have been thinking that we may as well be cautious, Now, I don't suppose any one, would follow us tc-night, but sometime they might, and the sharper we are the safer you will be. Now, you just keep right on with ine and go in • my house, I will let you out at the back door and you can run straight throue,at the alley and in at les. llornees back door, and no oae will be the wiser. "1 didn'tblOW there was a back alley," said Lenore. "Well there it, and to one would ever suspeet it. It's the safest thing in the world. 'While you are supposed to be in rrty honse you are away on the next street. You bad bettet always go in and out, that Way.. I will run through with am to- night, so that you will get through safety." Perhaps the reader will conaeet this blind alley between the two housee with the Wonderful affinity between the for- tune teller and the ballet, =stress, If se, well—we all have a tight to our awn ;mentions. meLenore availed herself of the blind al- ley, and the three shadows saw her enter gut house of the Whet Mistress. "She does live there, and I will have her in ray power before the sun sets," thought the Wet shedow. "ITe has followed these two women; then I, tom must watch them,'" thought the second shadow. elle believes he has fouad his game, and. I must seeure it first. Waat themes - chief is that other fellow dodging him for ?" thought the third shadow, and then the shadows followed Web ether back to town, CHAPTER XX*IIL —THE GENTLEMAN FROM CUBA. Lenore was not at all inclined to sleep after her visit to R --'s varieties. Mrs, Harris,iri spite of her caution, had set her thinking. ' What if some one had followed them! Where would. she go if again compelled to flee ? The fire was very low in her little wood stove; she replenished it from the box, that she perceived was nearly empty, and sat down before it to think. TO think of so many things. Nearly an hour she sat thus, and thou she disoov- ered that the room was growing chill. It wae useless to try and sleep; she felt SS if sleep bad forsaken her forever, So she arose and put the last sticks of wood.upon the smoldering coals—the very last. She glanced down into the enapty box, and something there caught her eye and held her spell-bouud. In the bottom of the box she has seen, an old newspaper, placed there by some cleanly hand, and her eyes are riveted to these startling headlines • FLIGHT OP A BRIDE' ON 1TE1 'WED- DING NIGHT, AND VIOLENT DEATH OF THE BRIDE- GROOM! THE BRIDE BELIEVED TO HAVE BEEN THE MURDERESS Terrible Scene at the Residence of the Murdered Man—Sad Fate of Young Arteveldt ! How long does Lenore sit staring at these terrible lines? She cannot tell, then or after. But, after a time, she snatches up the paper and reads every word of the three or four closely printed columns. She reads that Lenore Arroyn- Arteveldt is accused of marcler. She reads that a price is set upon lier head. And then darkness comes over her, she falls forward.; for the first time in her life she has faulted. For a long time she lies there, and she will never be whiter or colder or quieter wh.en dead. Then, slowly., shudderingly, she comes bake to consciousness, and slowly, relentlessly, the truth comes back to her. By her side is the fatal paper still. She ta,k e it in ber hand and sinks wearily dawn again; she lies there pros trate, feeling her misery, her forlornness, her despair. But after a time the fierce, brave blood flews back to her heart, and she is Lenore Armyn once more. "They want me 1" she says, scornfully; they shall find me. I,willgotothsm, and defy them, the fools, the blind—but uo. I am. bound, bound ! bound! lean not free tnyeelf from this charge at the expense of a broken oath, an oath to the dead. I will not, I dare not, 1must hide like it criminal still. 1 must live a lie now more than ever." The fire had died out now, but she never heeded that. She took up the paper once more and reperused the full and sensational aecaunt of her own wed- ding, with all its horrible after results. "That is what the detective wanted," she thought, sb udderingly ; "to arrest me as a murderess! Well, I won't help him to find me. make Harris take me away immediately; fortunately, I am not yet out of funds." Never once did she give it regretful thought to her raurdered husband; she had not for him one thrill of pity. The day that followed that night of sleeplessness dawned upon a pale, stern- faced girl, who could not even smile at the lively sallies of Mrs. Horne, and who sat at the breakfast table like a ghost at a banquet. She had not closed her eyes in sleep all that long night through; she had been thinking and planning; she must leave the city, and for the first time she began to realize how very di - atilt this task would be. And ya—taey had searched for her three months, and had not found her. The day wore on, and Lenore began to be anxious for the appearance of Mrs. Barris; but that lady was very busy on that particular morning. Atari unusual- ly eerier hour she had received a caller of an unusual sort. This visitor was a gentleman., the same, by the way, that had occupied the box opposite Mrs. Harris at R—'s varieties, and his ap- pearance made an instant and favorable impa ssion upon the ballet mistress. He was tall, and. what she called a "splendid looking man," that is to say, he had splendid white teeth, dark hair and whiskers, bold black eyes and regular features; he was a man of atleast thirty- five dressed in the height of the fashion, and wearing an abundance of costly jewellery. His manner was polished and graceful, and his address simply perfec- fection. Lest the reader should mistake this personage, who has not been do scribed before, let him here be introduc- ed, MTS. Harris' visitor, acting a part as instruated by Manager R—, for a con sideration, is none other than Jason Braclwardine. It will be remembered that, according to the discoveries of Rob Jocelyn'Bradwaxdine had seen Lenore .Axneyn before she left Fairlie to pay that fateful visit to Kate Seaton. But Lenore had not goon him. All his observations had been taken when the girl Was un- oonseious of his proximity. Her visit to the city was totally unexpected to him, and he had been unable to find any clue to her whereabouts, After a tirae he found, that she had gone cityward, but that was alb He had followed promptly then, and had been seen, as we know, by Rob Jocelyn, The detective had made one mistake ; he had underrated the work neeomplished by Bradwaedine'e private inquirer, he had not disovsrsd itt forst, that the man had found his prey, only to let it eseime him. Tlarough his chanee presence at the dive theater, Jason Brad wardine had again stumbled upon Le- nore, and, itt spite of her boy's hat old sailor dollar, had recognized her. And this time be did not mean to let her est crape him. He was not aware of the two shadows that had followed him oe he previceue night, and neither hill or Mrst. 0.arrIS Were conscious the, they were under eortetatit surveillatte,e. Nay- erthelese snoli was the °este the emend pursuing shedow, of the night previous, Who was n� less a persunage than the af- fable Peterkin, or Ptantie Pertare, was ever at his heels, while the third shadow, ow friend Bob jocelyn, being more thoroughly posted than was Perrarsthad left Bradwardine to hie owe devices knowiag well that said cleviees would soma bring hien to the vieiaity of Mrs Harris', and had contented ail/wolf with looping a elose -watch upon the eorabags and goings of the 'ballet mistress, with what result we will know later. Mr, Bradwardiae introduced himself to the ballet ntistress as Senor Castro, a Cuban. Re had recently bought a fine theater in Havana, and had come to the States for a company. Be was go:3e now in the theatrical business, he frankly ad- mitted, but he had his own ideas about it theatereaad—he had the means to carry out his ideas. He meant bo make his theater the success of the South. He wanted talent, of course, but—he wanted talent allied to beauty. Ile wanted new faces, and, if they were sufficiently at- tractive, their ability would not ae mat- ed in question. He had already engaged many people, but there was yet some- thing wanting. To he popular in the South an actress should he blonds; me, forturartely, his most charrnitag ladies were pronounced brunettes; what he wanted was a blonde lady who was keen - witted, graceful and beautiful, and who could be made a feature in some grand "spectacles" he intended to produce upon his stage. He did xiot care if the young lady was a novice or not; she must be beautiful, intelligent, and blonde. Such a one he would pay raagnificently, and, finally, could les. Harris put him in the Way of finding such a, lady? Mrs. Harms said she could if she chose, and then began a skirmish of wits. The gentleman from Cuba, in obedi- ence to a hint from Manager. R--, placed in the hand of the ballet mistress a generous advance fee, and after a little offered to take her to Cuba as mistress of the -wardrobe. Then Mrs. Harris told him of Lenore, describing her in glowing terms and tak- ing eaxe to state that she'Mrs. Harris, had complete control over this paragon. Finally the Cuban made her a maguifi- cent offer for the services of herselt and the young lady—provided she was as charming as described—and Mrs. Harris said that she would consider the xnatter ; which meant that she would. see Lenore, and if she could be beguiled into taking this trip to Cuba they would go. Senor Castro was to call at evening for his an- swer, and if Mts. Harris had decided to accept Lenore was to be then exhibited; after which contracts would be signed, the Cuban gentleman assuming control of their movements forthwith, they to draw salary from that hour and the Senor to assume their expenses. "I have taken a house, of which my sister has eharge," said the Senor. "ib is my purpose to assemble my people there before starting South. If you ac- cept ray offer I shall wish that yourself and charge take rooms there immediate- ly." Mrs. Harris expressed herself satisfied with this Arrangement and the gentle- man from Cabe, took his leave. "He had stayed too long already," he said, smil- ingly, "and he had au appointment for teeelve o'clock." Width was very true; he had an appointment for that hour with that useful personage, the widow O'Neil. Mrs. Harris closed the door after the retreating form of her visitor, feeling. as if the days of downy ease were again dawning upon her. "If I can only manage that girl," she muttered, "and I think I can; it's time now to try the frightening dodge." But Mrs. Harris was agreeably disap- pointed, Lenore listened with evident interest to her rapeurous recital. Mrs. Harris did not confine herself strietly to the truth; she spoke of Senor Castro as quite an old acquaintance, who had ap• peered quite unexpectedly; and then told of his great wealth, his splendid theatre in. the South and last, of his "splendid offer." "What do you think of that?" she said triumphantly. "Do you think we cart do any better? do you think—" "I think that you had better accept it," said Lenore, quietly. "Do you! Will you virally go?" "I really will. The sooner the better. When does this Senor— "Senor Castro." "When does Senor Castro come for our answer "This evening; and he will expect to see you," replied the batlet mistress. hugging herself in her delight. "When will you be ready to go to his house, where his company is to gather?" "I will go at any time and I will meet this man this evening. You are sure he will take us?" "Sure !" with it little laugh. " Yes, I am sure." Then the ballet mistress launched out into a lecture neon the necessity for cer- tain finery and " wardrobe" appurten- ances, and Lenore listened with a preoc- cupied air. She was to go away, far away; that was settled; that was all she cared. to know. Oh, if she need never see or hear of this hateful city again. A. little after two o'clock on that after- noon a tall peanut veudor stood at the corner nearest the shabby domicile of Mrs. Harris; it did not look like a parti- cularly good stand, but the man seemed quite satisfied and smoked at a short, black pipe with great apparent content, as he plied his rather dull trade. Ile had been in that vicinity all day, and he looked as if he intended remaining there for a week kbo come. But now a light carriage, driven by a stylish -looking young raan., came around the corner and stopped before tbe vendor's cart. "Give us it light, old fellow," said the paring ramie, leaning forward, with an unlighted cigar between his lips. Then as the man appeoached the carriage to comply with this request he said, in low, quick tones: "Pull out, Rob; I hold. the ropes and your time is too preeinue to put in here. Puil out, and trust the venid-up to the widow O'Neil,'' camerae XaxxV.--A TIMELY ENCOtTNYER. After warning Bob Yoeelyn to with- draw from his post, Neil Bathurst drove streight, to an obscure little hotel, where, by a,ppoiament, he expected to meet Mr. Durend. His businees was of a strange; and delieate nature; but it was business that could be DO longer negleated. He found the old gentlemart alteady at the rendezvous ; theya,t once took possession of a snug little private rootlet mad Neil opened the conversation by saying: "Mx, Durand, it elan of my profession thinks nothing seeing strange, no matter how tuniseeel it may be. But you may be—startleci by sons of the things I ant about to say to yom If you feel thee yeti een erasb rtte in this matter Must beg that you will ask no geese tions; desire to explanations ; and that yea will answer the gtiestiens I shall ask of you, fully and freely." Mr. Durand lee/Wed graYely. "If I alla to aSic no questions, Alla As I do not in the least eoreprehead your meaning," be said, "1 een only beg that yea will ProorSed with whatever you have in hand le. Bathurst." "1 will, replied the detective, drawieg up his chatm "Xy time is luxe ited ; I can waste none of it. First. thee, how long slime Miss Amain ceased. to be an Menai) of yoer house?" Miss Annan I" in marked surprise, "she left, let me see, nearly three months ago; before Aura went to New York." "Miss Durand bas visited New York, then?" "Yes; sbe went with the Wendells; was gone some seven or eight weeks." "Alt! Aud how long slime Mis. Dar- and's health became delicate ?" "Mrs. Dtuand? Let me see; she had a severe cold a week or more bel re Aura came back, and since then has not ral- lied as I could wish." • "No I" la a constrained voice; "Mr. Durand, you must take your wife away from the city immediately." "Indeed! And why ?" `Because she will riot live two months longer—with her present surroundings." "What do you mean?" "I mean this: Your wife is being slowly poisoned !" Mr, Durand's face became ghastly. "Yon are mistaken," he said, "you must be; such it thing is simply impossible I" "Listen, Mr. Durand. When yeti go from this place I want you to go straight to the doctor you consider most skilled, and ask him to analyze for you the con- tent.; of this phial," taking a small bot- tle from hie pocket and holdieg it toward Mr. Duane. "Taen I relit you. to take that man to see your wife, and ask for his candid judgment. When yoa have hear i that, you will be more than ready to accept my advice. And then I shall have more to say to you." "Where did you get that phial?" fair- ly gasped the old gentleman. "I took it from the stand near your wife's c tech the day I called upon her, sir. Will you have it examined?" "Most certainly I will! It's past my erubPtab reheonuclit :raat g. But ikeblIeattis;f 't have t asas d you say, where is the galley one?" "Leave the guilty one to me, sir. When I have convinced you of the truth concerning your wife, then we will talk about this other matter." "You have convinced me that you harbor a grave suspicion, and a strange one, sir; and—I want to hear all that you have to say now," said. Mr. Durand, with suddeu resolution. "Tell me what you propose to do, and then. I -will go straight to a physician. By the way, how came you to suspect anything of this sort, and to ste.al my -wife's meda eine ?" "1 borrowed your wife's ' medicine le. Darand," answered the detective with a grave smile; "and my eyes told me that Mrs. Durand's life was being tampered with. I have had considerable experi- ence in poisoning cases, and I recognized the symptoms as described by ales Durand." "Good heavens! I shall take this im- mediately to Doctor Worthing." "No! don't go to him. Mr. Durand," said the detective, gravely. "Why not?" sharply. "Bees-use—that bottle has just return- ed from Doctor Worthing's hands." "What!" "I have had it examined by him; I would not put such a grave matter be 'fore yen until I had made assurance doubly sure." "And he said—what?" No BE CONTENUED.1 A FAMOUS BIINCO-STEERER. This One Was a Steer Used at the Chi- cago Stockyards to Lure Cattle to Death. Dick, the bunco steer at Phil Armour's yards, got too lazy for his job and was led to the slaughtering pees just like the animals he had deecyed to death before. The deceitful old beast is dressed beef now. Dick was a big, fat, brown steer that had. winning ways and a cold, treaeher- ous heart. Many and many are the con- fiding country yearlings and heifers nick has led up to the butcher' stunning steel hammer. Probably there never was a beef "critter " that had so wide a cele- brity as Dick. That was the name they gave the steer that lured the other cattle up to the killing beds in Armour's. Every visitor who went to see how the packing houses work had a look at this steer. Foreign, ministers and pretty summer girls have marveled at the skill and diplomacy with which he steoreathe unsuspicious range cattle to the place of death. Dick's picture has been printed. in the papers many a time and. Wen:tits have beeu written about the beast's crafty tricks. Diek was just as much CMS of the sights of the tOW32 as the Masonic Tem- ple, or the Lake Shore drive orPolicemen Steve Rowan. This is the way the creature got its notoriety': When the long -hems from Texas and the shorthorns from Missouri come into the stockyards and are un- loaded they are naturally exasperated over their rough trip and are full of sus- picion. The result is they are rebellious, espeeially in the matter of going into chutes. Now, unless a steer goes into one of the chutes in th.e peeking house it cannot have its throat eutt and throat - cutting is the aim and object of their coming to Chicago. So it is necessary to have a decoy steer, it crafty old beast, that can get the confidence of the rural beasts road lure them on to death and de- struction. Many years ageaDick arrived at the yards, and being a beast of more than usually sagacious appearance, was piek- ed oat for the work. Dick was carefully trained in the art of walking up a ehute tar the head of a bunch of cattle and then quietly dodging to one side, leameg the bunch to walk on to the place where the hammers swing. After years of practiee the big steer had grown expert at his treacherous work, Dick would saunter down to a pen full of ttew and unsophis- ticated eattle and scrape an acquaintance with two or three of therm Then the wiekcia brute would. begirt to look wise and, teak knowingly about the racy sights to be seen in the big white hortse ova beyond the fence. When Dick offetea to lead the way there was it grand same wide to follow. lap the, gangway -went Diek and abet him clattered -the green- horns. Bat just, bttforti the lettneh got a sight of the big butehers waiting itiside Dick would unostentatiously shy off through it side passage and lea-ve hisaie- tim to tratiseett beeriness with Mr, Ar- mour's mom So Diek grew famous. Bet like mealy other farnotte diameters be grew puffed tip with pride, got lazy and began to N.raW. "lay down on the job.' It got to be so easy, this thing of leading wide-eyed cat- tle ttp into the chute, thee Diele didn't seem to care whether be werextd for his feed or not. Mr. Armour grew clisplexteeel with this apathy, He does pot like to have leis employees; loaf on their jobs. Po orders were issued concerning Dick. One day last week the wise old rogue was leading the usual beech up the gag way, but when he got to the ustia jumping-off place there was none there. Dick had to go on with the herd. Before Long he had been eoeverted into dressed beef. Now that Dick has stiffen d tee same fate as his thousands of dupes his work all devolves: on his former partner, kaowa to the butchers as Phil, • THE STAR Oil' BELERP11f. Probably It Was 17enns at Its Most Dili - Uncut Stage, Some time ago various newspapers if Europe ancl America contained the start- ling intelligence that the star which guided the 'Wise Men." would again ap- lear. Tilts star was coneceted with that celebrated one which 318 years ago sud- denly disappeared from the constellation, of Cassiopeia, and it was failed that this star of 1572 had previously appeared Le the years 126e and 944, and if countecl bade must ha,ve appeared in, the year ef the birth of amen If these facts were well established we must certainly expeee the star to appear again in our days, We should theta see a 32OW body in our heav- ens, entirely unlike any filed star, to be seen in full daylight, whieh would in a short turas again disappear. Every as- tronomer in recent tiraes has asked hun- dreds of questions on the subjeet, Is it true that the Star of Bethlehem will again appear? Is it periodical? Is its Rime in, the sky appointed? The next question is, What really happened in 1572? It was a few months after St. Bartholo- mew's night. Tycho Brake, the great observer of those days, tells us that: One evening, as I was watching the heavens 'in nay accustomed manner, I saw to ray great astonishment in the con- stellation Cassiopeia a brilliant star of unusual e/earness." This was on 'Novem- ber 11, 1572. Three days before the star had been seen by Centerline Gemma, who spoke of it as "this newVenus." In De- cember of the same year its lustre began to wane.land in March,1574, it had en- tirely disappeared, teaving no trace. As to stars of 945 and 1264 are heve no an- thority except that of the Bohemian as- trologer, Cyprian Low-itz. No historian mentions them, and the Chinese axon- iclers, who watched all appearances itt the sky with great care, do not speak of them. Even granting the appearance of these seas to eave been a lace their re- semblance to the Star of 33ethiehera is doubtful. It is true that by counting back we come to the year 68 e 815 mail(); but the star should have again appeared some time between 1880 and 1891. With regard to the Star of Beth.lehene there are five assumption,: (1) It had no existence, and the entire steteraent is a beautiful oriental fairy tale. (2) The fixed star seen by the Wise elen was Venus at the time of its greatest splen- dor. (3) It was a per/ode:al star like that of 1572. (4) The phenomen was occasioned by to anti:motion of planets. (5) It was it comet. ai these assumptions the most probable is ti e s concl, That it was a periodical star i$ ecarcely likely, for Ptolemy and MatuaL.-lin NI odd. have spoken of it. The four.b. stetenteat was suggested in 1826 by the German astron- omer Ideler and repeated by Eneke in 1831. In the year 3, B.C. there were conjunctions of t/ae planets B.O., and Saturn on May 29, September 3 anti December 5, but on none of these days were the planets nearer together than a degree. so that the 'Wise Men must have beett very near-sighted to take them for one star. The fifth assumption is also not to be considered, for people already knew how to distinguish it comet from other stars, and besides, we have no knowledge of a. comet at that tlme. For all these reasons we ba -vs not the least occasion to expect the returu of the Star of Bethlehem at the dose of our century And even if such a etar should appear, it would simply be the 26th such case ob- served in historical times and the inter- * est attached to it world. be purely as- tronomical.. A Test of Character. Axi eleetion is sometimes spoken of as a test of eharaeter. Certairdy a man who cari run the gauntlet and come out miscalled in reputation must have it straight record. The unfairness of the election test lies in the fact that it is the bad qualities of the candidates rather then both. their bad and mood gnalitiet that are held up. each kinds of tests are elevating neithento the public nor to the ordinery political life. The writer a,hvays liked the reply of an old datitey who was -unfortuirately seam -teed to imprisoran exi t by the police justice for some petty offense. "Well, Sarabo," said OD e who atttmpt- ed to console him, "adversity tries us and develops our better qualities " " 'Twan't dat away at all add me, replied Sambo lugubriosly, "It wasn't adwersity what tried me, sah, but it ole fool jedge and he dewelopea alt oh my bad qualities end none ob my good ones. The Nan With the Iron Mask. The mystery of the man with the iron mask, imprisoned at Pigneroi in the time of Louis XIV., has tempted the ingenu- ity of a hundred writers hare the Pere Griffet and Voltaire to it. Fueek-Breu- tan°, who writes ln tho Revue Historique that the famous victim was Mattioli, secretary of state to the, Duke of Mantua, Charles IV. M. Funek-Brentano elimbaates Dumas' romanee about 8, brother of Louis XIV, the Comte de Verrowelois'the Duke of Monniouth, the Duke of Beaufort, the Count of Kerottalze, Nicholas Fouquety the Armenian patriarch, Avelik ; Olden- derf, end Mellen) to adopt Mattioli. But Mattioli died at sixty-three yews of age, and the aoeument upon which M. Funek- Brentetno's ease rests tive$ forty-five as the year of his age at his death. Paul Lacroix, more than sixty yews ago, exhausted all the resources of the levied, which had perhaps little formtlet tem in fad, The irou mask, if mesk there was, was amide of velvet, Lat.:rola saas. It is it wen known feet that jurtiper flowers do riot perfect their seeds for two yeere—consequeetly tle-are ere blue and g.reen berries on the pi exits at the Wane; but Mr. Jacky. in the Botanieel Geeette, 'believesit that taltes three yews for ber- rieS to porfeet, Tho red ceaary whish is mother kind Of juniper. however, pet - feet% seed the same erne)... It is emeterkt able that so much diversity shotad egiet ninong plente so cloeely