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a jTHE CHARITY GIHL 1 By EFFIE A. ROWLANDS I CHAPTER XVIII. (Continue.) Audrey fortunately know nothing of A dislike and anger she was causing, J1 and by she found the atmosphere very close, for an awning had been raised on deck that formed an impromptu ball room ; and bidding the few around her a hasty "good-night," she slipped away, needless that Beverley Rochfort was watching her and was following close be- tind her. Once outside the awning Audrey drew m deep breath. A few couples were stroll ing to and fro, but she passed them and went swiftly aft. Had she been less dazed and weary she wiieht have wondered at the sound of a light cry quite close, but she was think ing of Jack, and all else was lost upon toer. "I will Just breathe some air and then m?o below." she said to herself. "It was stifling in there !" She stood looking over the moonlit waters for a moment, and then turned to tgo. As she did so, she was suddenly blinded, a sense of horrible fear and help- Uastmes came over her, a strong, sickly m.iil penetrated to her brain. She tried to scream, to struggle In vain. Her limbs lost their strength, her brain reeled fhe knew no more. There was great commotion on board he Mona that night. By some mis an Lady John Glendurwood had lost her footing, and had fallen overboard Into the still, deep waters below, and. by a miracle of mercy, Beverley Roch fort had been near at hand, had plunged Into the water, and. at risk of his own life, had succeeded in saving hers. This was the news that was telegraph ed to John Glendurwood up In Scotland, nd which caused his cheeks to turn ashen gray, and then made him rush wildlv ta the station, en route for the aouth, while Audrey lay still and white on her luxurious cabin bed, carefully watched by Mrs. Hungerford and Lady Daleswater, whose usually impassive countenance was pale and perturbed. "The shock to the nerves has been very great,'" said the doctor, who was sum moned hastily: "but for Mr. Rochforfs bravery, my dear Lady Daleswater, her ladyship would not betalive now." In a dim, far-off way Audrey heard all this and pondered over It. She tried to ransack her brain to account for the ac cident, but in - vain. Even when Jack came, and she felt his arms holding her close to his beating heart, her memory did not clear ; she could tell him nothing, for he knew nothing herself; it only trou bled her to think about it. So Jack took he doctor's advice and refused to allow amy more questions. "She is saved, thank heaven, and that la all' I care !" he said, rathe? brokenly, to his sister, and then, when he found himself face to face with Rochfort, he rent straight up to him. "Rochfort," he aid, quietly, "hitherto I have judged you harshly ; henceforth I will try and amend for that judgment. I owe my wife's life Co you. Here is my hand. I only hope, som day, I may be able to show my grat itude to you and to repay you for what yoi have done." Beverley replied by some graceful words, but as he was alone, he walked to the edge of the yacht and looked xross the waters. "Here endeth the prologue," he said to himself; "now the drama is about to begin. CHAPTER XIX. The party on board the Mona was broken up. Audrey's nerves were shat tered for the time, so that Jack was not happy until he could remove her from the yacht to the land. "What do you say to a short honey moon all alone with me before we go back to Craiglands?" he whispered to her per suasively, and his heart rejoiced at the mile and blush with which she received this idea. And so, despite all Lady Daleswater could say, he carried his point, and three days after her accident Audrey left the Mona and went to the quietest and most solitary part of the island that was to be found. She had one brief interview with Bev erley Rochfort, and her voice trembled as he tried to speak her thanks. Willie Fullerton was standing by, and somehow it pained and angered him to hear her doing this. "Had I been on board I'll stake my existence It would never have happened," be murmured to himself, not understand ing why so curious and strong a doubt f rtochfort's bravery and honesty should cross his mind, but perfectly assured of its existence all the same. The day they teft the Isle of Wight Jack seemed full f mystery. "Now, I wonder if you have the least Idea where you are going to, my lady?" be observed, merrily, as they reached Dondon and changed trains. ' "Home to Craiglands, of course." "No, not to Craiglands just yet." "I really cannot imagine, then, but," with a any little blush, "I I don't care w here lt U as long as you are with we." They smiled and chatted on, happy and eerene, till they reached their journey's DL "Now do you know where you are?" Jack asked as they drove through some dingy streets In a cab, leaving Murray at, the station confiding her disgust to tter fellow servant, the successor to Hen ry Downs. "No," she said rn bewilderment "I bare .never been here before." "And yet you lived here all your life. Hi is is Broadborough, Audrey, and " Ajd are you going to take me to see Jean, -dear Jean ! Oh, darling, how can I thank you? How good you are to me! Jack, you must thank her, you must be good to her, for soe was the dearest and the beat in the world to me. Jean, dear Jean ! Oh, how slow this horse is going!" "Audrey, I shall begin to be jealous of alias Thwalt" Jack observed, with a twinkle In bis eye. "She has left the (oat. Mr. Lalworth has adopted her. tea. I knew all abeet x. 1 have been busy writing while you were dream ing." They entered a house as Jack spoke. "Then Jean knows I am coming?" Au drey cried, excitedly, and then, the next minute, she had flown tip to a slender, gray-robed figure and had flung her arms about it with a reckless disregard for the astonishment of the neat servant-maid, or the portly, kind-faced Mayor. "Audrey my queen I" "Jean darling I" The Joy of that meeting was not to be adequately described. All Jean's fears and stifled kngings were swept away now. Her Audrey was not changed ; she was as sweet, as dear as ever, and how beautiful ! Jack, after cordially greeting his girl wife's friend, left them to themselves for a moment; and then, after he had chat ted with Mr. Lulworth, who gazed with mingled awe and deference on Audrey, scarcely believing his eyes, he turned to the two girls. "Now, Audrey, I think, if you make inquiries, you will find that Miss Thwait's trunks are all packed and that we can take our departure together." "Jack" Audrey paused for a moment "Jean Is to come back with me! Oh, Jack ! You darling !" Mr. Lulworth discreetly turned his back, but Jean looked on with tearful yet joyful eyes as Audrey flung herself into her husband's arms and kissed him warm ly. Half an hour later a merry party was driving to the Broadborough station. Jean Thwalt had to pinch herself to realize that it was really she herself who was sitting there opposite that smart, hand some young man, and beside her beloved Audrey, so lovely and exquisite in her dainty clothes. She was dazed with Joy, speechless with excitement, and these emo tions mingled made her pale, delicate face almost pretty. How they traveled to Mountberry the two girls really could not have told. They had so much to say, so many exclama tions of delight and affection that the time passed unheedingly, and " Audrey only realized she was back in what would be her home for some time, when on alighting she saw the carriage, perfectly appointed, waiting to receive them. vv hen at last she was alone with her husband, having herself deposited Jean, speechless with admiration, in a dainty bedroom, she had no more words left with which to thank him. She simply went up to him, and putting her slender arms about him, thanked him in a mute way which touched him inexpressibly. CHAPTER XX. This visit of Jean's was the crowning point of Audrey's happiness. Jean loved to watch them strolling together, arm in arm, through the grounds. She was a dreamer, and she transformed those two into every hero and heroine of history or romance. Day by day she found some new trait to love and admire. As for Jack, he cordially liked the pale, Intellectual-faced girl ; she was by nature a thorough lady, and her mind gave evidence of deep thought, that only required culture to blossom into great cleverness. After they had been at Craiglands a fortnight there was a bustle and a con fusion. Miss Fraser returned to Dingle wood House. She brought back with her about half a dozen guests, among whom were Mrs. Fairfax and her daughter, the Honorable Lancelot Twist, and Beverley Rochfort. Lady Daleswater was to join her in a few days, and the earl also prom ised the honor of his presence. "I suppose we shall be having a wed ding at Dinglewood before long," declar ed Jack, one morning at runcheon. Audrey was silent for a moment. "Gladys will be at Dinglewood next week. Must we ask them to dinner?" she said at length. "I really don't see why we should. If Gladys wants to visit Mountberry she ought to come and stay with us; she knows that." "But Sheila asked her first, and we can't quarrel at her for accepting an in vitation, can we, Jean?" "Why not ask Lady .Daleswater to come to Craiglands when her visit ends at Dinglewood House?" Jean suggested, timidly. "You may do as you like, Audrey, but I still maintain that Gladys should have cotoe to' us first; there, kiss me, darling. I am going to ride over to Beighton on business." Audrey ran to the door with him, and saw him mount and ride away. "Now for our visiting, Jean," she said, and ordered out the barouche, and went to dress herself for the occasion. They called at a number of houses, at Lady Grace Huntley's, at the Everests', and many others, and ended by alighting for a few minutes' chat with Mrs. Thorn gate, who was rather cold toward Audrey, and then by driving to Dinglewood House. Audrey walked Into the drawing room, a slender, graceful form, in her dress of dark green velvet, close-fitting jacket, and small hat to match. Beverley Roch fort, as he rose to met the regal girl, quickly determined that, beautiful as she always was, she had never looked more beautiful than now. Mrs. Watson was knitting by the fire, grim as a sentinel, and Mrs. Fairfax was dozing over a novel in the most comfort able chair she could find. "My niece is out, Lady John," intoned Mrs. Watson, rising stiffly; "she is rid ing." "Yes; didn't you know that? now strange!" And Mrs. Fairfax laughed softly and disagreeably to herself. "I don't quite see where the strange ness comes In," Beverley Rochfort re torted, coolly, as he handed some tea to Audrey and Jean. "I merely meant It was atrange that your husband should not have told you he was going to ride out with Sheila this afternoon, but, no doubt, he did not think it was necessary ; after all, they are such old friends. Lady John, there la no need for you t be Jealous." "Of course, had your husband known he was to have the pleasure of Miss Frasor's company during his ride, Audrey, he would have told you," Jean said, very quietly, looking Mrs. Fairfax full in the face with her honest, clear, gray eyes; "I expect It was a hasty arrangement, was It not, Mr. Rochfort?" "I think you must be right, Miss Thwait," was his answer. He cared nothing for Mrs. Fairfax's angry glances ; he saw that he bad made a great stride in both Audrey's and Jean Thwait's esti mation. "How are all your animals?" he said, coming up to' Audrey, and con versing in a soft, low voice. udrey, feeling grateful to him for his delicate tact, responded more warmly than she had ever addressed hlat before, while Mrs. Fairfax fixed her eyeglass on Jean, and tried to stare down the "Im pertinent young person" who had dared to cross words with her. "Er you are an old friend of Lady John's, I presume, Miss er Thwait?" "Yes," Jean answered, laconically. "You were educated together?" "Yes," Jean answered a second time. "So you are a charity girl, too?" she observed, slowly. "Pardon me. I was, but am no longer. Would you really care to hear all my fam ily history, madarae? I assure you it is most interesting. My father " But Mrs; Fairfax drew back her chair. This low-born creature actually had the effrontery to be laughing at her. "I er really don't think I will trou ble you, Miss Thwalt." "Well," declared Jean, as they drove away, "so those are the manners of the aristocracy, are they? Give me plebeian ways in future. What a horrid woman, Audrey, and did you see her face thick with paint?" "She Is certainly very disagreeable to me. Why should she have said that about Jack?" "Because she is a cat, my dear child, and she felt she must scratch." J "Well, I was really most grateful to Mr. Rochfort. He came to the rescue most gallantly." - Jean was silent so long that Audrey : at last laughingly inquired the reason. I was thinking about that man, Au drey, you were quite right to fear him ; he is dangerous. Mrs. Fairfax is a vul- gar cat; her warfare wont harm you but Beverley Rochfort is a snake, and he will sting you when you least expect it. That is my humble but firm opinion. I may be wrong, but I don't think so. Be warned, my darling, trust to your first im pulse and shun that man !" (To be continued.) Tracklean Trains Go ETerywner. Locomotives without tracks, drawing behind them long trains of cars, and speeding over the highways, are to-day familiar sights In Europe, from France ' in the west, to Turkey In the east. Un-. der the caption, "Trackless Trains Go t-i u .. ,j t i i . Everywhere," Donald Burns, in the rr ui, nT,M ,r ... Technical World Magazine so writes. JU ,, . . , , Wherever the ordinary four-wheeled ... . , . ... vehicle can go, the trackless trolley can , , .. . go likewise. The author describes one particular model, known as the Renard train, as follows: "This latest prod igy, the Renard train, Is a train' of I passenger or freight vehicles, headed Dy a steam or gasoline locomotive wnicn travels over country ronda and town or city streets. The ordinary railway train calls for steel rails and a special right-of-way ; the Renard train has no necessity for either of these, but shares the common highway with the horse drawn vehicle." Further on, the writer says: "In France the Renard train has been used for military service with marked re sults. A convoy so transported occu- by mules, or horses, and It travels at a speed of ten miles per hour." Even Turkey and Persia, two countries which are noted for their backward; ness in most things, have been quick to take up the new Ideas. , , . . . Natural Evidence. Eva Why, Katherine, your hair hi an mussea up. Katharine Yes, dear ; you you see, Jack stole up and snatched a dozen. kisses before I could scream. Eva But why don't you step In front of a mirror and rearrange your hair? ivatnanne uracious ! w ny, i wouldn't do it for the world. Why, none of the girls would believe he kiss ed me. One Woman') Wisdom. "I suppose,' said Mrs. DeStyle, "that we may as well send Miss Uppson a ! solid silver teaset for a wedding prea-, ent." "Yes, that would be very nice," re joined her daughter. "By the way, she told me she didn't Intend to have the list of presents published In the papers, as she considered It vulgar." "That being the case," continued Mrs. DeStyle, "we'll send her a set of plated pace of meat during a brief sojourn. spoons." gnys tne ijome Magazine. Epicures oid storr. say an egg, to have the best flavor, Gunner During our courting days should be twelve hours old, and cer- she said she would go through any- talnly eggs over a week old are not thing on earth for me. palatable when boiled, though they are Guyer Ah, and now that you are not unpleasant when fried and are enjoying wedded bliss has she made quite as serviceable in other dishes. good? In cooking eggs It should be rem em Gunner Well, no. About the only bered that the albumen, of which the thing she goes through Is my vest white Is chiefly composed. Is most eas- pockets. Stalled. Farmer Hardapple Pays yeou rleht for automobillng on Sunday, neighbor. Yeou know the way of the transgressor Is always hard. Chauffeur (of machine stuck la mud) Well, old man, in this case the way seems to be extremely soft A Fine Link Chain. Teacher Is there any connecting Dy this method, about ten minutes link between the animal and the vege- longer after the turning will be re table kingdom? quired. In this way the white of the Bright Pupil Yes, mum; there'a ew cooks to a Jellylike consistency, hah. Philadelphia Inquirer. while the yolk Is much harder. Captain Fritz-Egger, a Swiss cava!-' Foreign cooks use a small portion of ry officer, has Invented a method of frated cheese to give a piquant relish borae-ahoelng by fastening the shoe to to many dishes. Veal broth, creamed the hoof with metallic band. potatoes and man aalada an greatly HEBE -Cincinnati Post. A PRESERVED HIS DIGNITY, The talk had turned on Rrltiah but- lers most solemn and majestic of funo tlonnP.M nn1 ln. raaant Mif hr . , . ,. ,, faience as a girl at a dinner party ,n London. Her neighbor at table was a famous man, of whom she stood so much In awe that she found herself unable to converse with him, and sat silent and uncomfortable, vexed at her own shyness, yet unable to overcome It. T"sf Tinoi U7 a a half svva nrhA alt. rV a n . . . .... . "ll "er ul" Hue" T th w,a11; aKnd behe'd a Ictac, other- w,85 nvIslbl to th . . . IIalf"waf do,wn the ' tabl 9at a ver Iady ' aed and deaf' f??00" ?' hefcho8 and a beside and behind her chair was posted ... ,, . . the family butler, whose duty It was on . , ' . , . such occasions to repeat into her trum- . . pet such scraps of conversation as he 1 .... . . .. could catch, and answer her questions . ' . . . . - s She was far too deaf for conversa tion at table with strangers, but Mul 11ns' deep, familiar tones, even when whispered, she could understand. At the moment when the young American looked up, Mulllns, to the eyes of the company, showefil as a com posed and stately being, respectfully bent toward the trumpet of Lady Blank. But the treacherous mirror re fleeted a rear view of different effect. A very young and harmless puppy had somehow slipped Into the dining room, and with futile but distracting ferocity was worrying first one and thon tho nthep of iiaap Mulllns' silken caies. With surreptitious kicks and shakes the unfortunate man, cleverly preserv ing his dignified appearance above the level of the table, would endeavor to fllnz aside his Joyous enemy, who would roll away a few feet unharmed and Eleefully return to the attack. At jast jn a specially vigorous effort Mul nns 8hed a shoe, which the puppy promptly seized and ran away with. The American girl, shaking with (mirth, quietly called the attention of ner distinguished neighbor to the scene jn the looking-glass, and they watched jit together with breathless Interest to its close Her shyness was banished by the time they had laughed out their laugh together, and the great man, recover ing his breath, pronounced the issue a drawn battle. "The enemy is driven from the field ; but he departs with a trophy. POINTERS ON EGO COOKERY. Some Tbingra to De Borne in Blind In Preparing; Them. Cheese and eggs, both having great nntrltlvA value, may well take the lly digested when slightly coagulated, while the yelk digests easiest when dry and mealy. To boll eggs evenly, put them ,nt0 a dIsh hav,n8 a t!Sht cover and Pur bo,lln water 0T,r them In the proportion of two quarts to one doEen cover and at tbe back of 016 gtove- After mla i turn the eggs, re-cover, and In six min utes more the eggs will be cooked. When more eggs than fonr are need SHE COMES. Improved by Its addition. The shell of an Edam or pineapple cheese makes a very nice dish for serving macaroni or light salad, and If thoroughly rinsed In cold water Immediately after using and kept In a cold, dry place will serve many times. A DESCENDANT 07 CAESAR. LItle Mrs. Brown Felt Inefficient Be lde the Roman Conqueror. Little Mrs. Brown had Just finished recounting the many things that she meant to accomplish on the morrow. She usually got through with all she undertook, and her family, accustomed to such announcements, let them pass without comment But to-night Doro thy, the daughter of the house, who had recently taken on the dignity of a high school sophomore, looked up from her Latin translation with a glee ful chuckle. "I wish I could find mother's family tree," she said. "I'm sure that mother Is related to Caesar. I want you to lis ten to this," and with frequent turnings to her vocabulary she read slowly : "'By Caesar all things had to be done at one time; the banner had to be raised; the signal had to be given with the trumpet; the soldiers had to be recalled from the fortification ; those who had advanced farther than usual, for the sake of gaining material for the agger, had to be summoned ; the line of battle had to be drawn up ; the soldiers had to be encouraged; and the signal had to be given. The shortness of the time and the approach of the enemy hindered the great part of these things.' "There!" she exclaimed, triumphant ly. "Don't that sound just like one of mother's big days?" "Mercy me!" ejaculated Mrs. Brown, beaming over her compliment. "Did he get through with it all right?" "I don't know," was the unsatisfac tory answer. "I haven't finished the translation." The next evening, when Dorothy took up her Caesar, Mrs. Brown asked, ea gerly, "Have you found out yet wheth er he got through with all those things that had to be done at once?" "I'm sure he did." said Dorothy. "I read the headings of several chapters In advance of our lesson, and he seems to have been successful." Mrs Brown heaved a sigh of relief, then aald, "I'm mighty glad he did. Poor man, I know Just how he must have felt I've thought of him a lot of times to-day. I thought I had a pret ty full day, but mercy me! when I think of Caesar It made me feel asham ed." Youth's Companion. Hnntlnar Garb for Women. Big game hunting In the Rockies is no divided skirt proposition. "Not many women," said the guide, "have the strength or desire to pack a gun and follow a guide all day over as rough a country as God ever made." Which is a truism. But If she has the strength and the desire, then she must discard all pre tense of sklrtst for comfort as well as for safety. Dress the part or keep out of the game. There are horseback trips where tbe underbrush and timber would make short work of any kind of a skirt Nothing but across saddle riding and knickerbockers or riding breeches is to to be consldeed. Heavy climbing boots with hob nails and leggings are necessities; a flannel shirt is most comfortable and It Is well to have along a heavy woolen sweater and a waterproof coat Outing Maga zine. Not Cheap Talk. "Maria, what's that call money yef pa and Thomas her been talkln' about so much?" "Law, ma, don't be so lggerent Why. call money It tbe telephone rent" Baltimore American. Oh, Papal "Yon ray your daughter resembles her mother. "Yea, she's always wanting mo to get her something I cannot afford," Houston Post, Mornlnar. But who the melodies of morn can tell? The wild brook babbling down the mountain side? The lowing herd; the sheepfold's simple bell ; The pipe ef early shepherd, dim de scried In the lone valley, echoing far and wide The clamorous born along the cliff above ; The hollow murmur of the ocean tide; The hum of bees, the linnet's lay of leve, And the full choir that wakes the uni versal grove. The cottage curs at early pilgrim bark Crowned with her pall the tripping milkmaid sings; The whistling plowman stalks afield ; and bark! Down the rough slope the ponderous wagon rings; Through rustling corn the hare astonished springs ; Slow tolls the village clock the drowsy hour ; , The partridge bursts away on whirring wings; Deep mourns the turtle in sequestered bower, And shrill lark carols clear from her aerial tower. James Beattie. Concord April 10. By the rude bridge that arched the flood. Their flag to April's breese unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world. The foe long since In silence slept ; Alike the conqueror silent sleeps; And Time the ruined bridge has swept Down the dark stream which seaward creeps. On this green bank, by this soft stream, We set to-day a votive stone, That memory may their deed redeem, When, like our sires, our sons are gone. Spirit, that made those heroes dare To die, or leave their children free, Bid Time and Nature gently spare The shaft we raise to them and thee. Ralph Waldo Emerson. SUGAR MIGHT BE CHEAPER. Snare-eated National Poller that Would Redneo the Price. Including Cuba, whose Interest Is vital, four different groups are con cerned by the American sugar situa tion. There are (1) the American gov ernment, which receives a little mora than $50,000,000 a year In revenue from the tariff on sugar; (2) our do mestic and our Insular producers, to whom that tariff is a direct benefit to the extent of about 150,000,000 a year ; (3) tbe consumer, who is Interested in lower prices, and (4) tho Cubans, who are so largely dependent upon the American market for their livelihood. In an article in the Internatlon Ed ward F. Atkins of Boston, the owner of a large plantation In Cuba, works out this problem along an Interesting and probably correct line. With a general assumption of the continuance of present political and fiscal conditions Mr. Atkins says: "To all appearances our Importations of foreign sugar, other than Cuban, will soon end and from that time, if do mestic and Cuban production keeps pace with increased consumption, as Is anticipated, a differential to Cuba would protect her against other coun tries and reduce cost to consumers In tbe United States." He holds that "the protection of even the Cuban rate (about 1.35 cents a pound) now gives tbe domestic sugar producers so large a margin of profit that they can well afford to drop prices below Cuba's cost In order to market their goods." He claims that in the almost certain event of the reduction of competition to our domestic product and the Cuban prod uct a very material reduction could bo made In tbe present Dingley rate. Should that be done two results should follow : There should be reduc tion In selling prices and Important In crease In consumption. The initial loss of revenue to the government would soon be offset by increase in Imports from Cuba. Increased demand should stimulate domestic production. The Dingley rate, practically a maximum rate, would keep out the sugar of other countries if Cuba were given a differ ential, or what might be regarded as a minimum rate. This differential would virtually assure to Cuba a mar ket for her product and so divide the market between her output and our domestic supply. The argument Is certainly worth careful consideration by the authori ties. New York Sun. None Loat. Sand Bar Ferry, near Augusta, Geor gia, Is a flatboat affair, frail and rick ety. Two timid ladles, hesitating to cross, plied the negro boatman with questions about It "And are you perfectly sure no one has ever been lost here?" they demand ed. "No, missus," replied the ferryman. "No one ain't never been los' here. Marse Jake Brtstow done got spilled out and drowned last week, but dey found Mm again nex' day. We ain't never los nobody, no, ma'am." Breaking a record at billiards re quires a skill and energy which would accompnsn sometning worcu wnue, properly directed. Nearly every man has a worthless relative who lives off of him.