i 1 ATsl3cf tha Early Settlers! 1 of Lcmsiana. - I BY AUSTIN C. BURDICK CHAPTER XV.-(Contimied. "Why, really, gentlemen," sai l iSimon, after he had picked the paped up, "one would think there was something surpris ing n a simple marriage. Anil you, sir." 3ie added, turning to the niurqnis, ''I honld not suppose that you would won der at this, especially seeing that you yourself gave nie permission to Heek IyOiiiHo for my wife." "I did not!" groaned the old man. "O, 1 never gave It!" "You told ine 'distinctly that I might nek LoiiiHe for her hand, anil that if kIio consented you should hid her' follow her own choice." 'Rut that was after you had fairly twnted me down with (iiieations after I had refused to listen to you on the sub ject. But my child never freely give her -consent to this. She could not have done no. O, Simon, you huve forced her to this! You have ' But the poor man's emotions were too powerful, and his speech failed him. A niinieut more he gnzed into the villain's dark features, and then he liowed his head and burst in'o terra'. lie sobbed as though his noble Sicnrt would break. "Ma, ha, ha! you didn't want me for a on-in-law, then," the scoundrel uttered, In a coarse tone; "for," he added, turning ii deflnnt look upon CJoupart, "you meant, no dmibf, to have hud a more beuutiful linsbnn.il for her." "You will he careful how you use your tongue in my presence," spoke Goupnrt, In a hushed tone, the very breathing of which told that there was a smothering volcano near at hand. fill)-ho, monsieur!" the fellow replied; "you hoped to stick your fingers into the .old man's gold pots, eh? I understand the reason of your coining here very well. But rest assured you won't handle the jnoney through tho daughter's pockets." ''Hush, Simon Lobois! I am moved now more deeply than I cau bear, so be careful that you move me no more. It is enough that you have crushed this old mnn's heart, and overturned his life cup." ,"llo-ho! thou art wondrous sensitive, Monsieur St. Denis. You have lost the prize, eh? I suppose if you had married (he daughter, 'twould have been all right. ' But you're a little behind the coach this time. However, If you remain here long enough, you shall see the bride." "Villain!" gasped the marquis, in a frantic tone. "O, would you had killed into ere you had done this thing!" 1 ."But, monsieur, what do you mean? It the girl, chose to marry me, what enn you object?" "She d(d not choose so to do. O, she never consented to wed with such as you .jof her own free will." "Such os me!" hissed Lobois. "And so you would spurn me now, eh? You have found n new Haine In your dotage hsve you? Monsieur St. Denis, I give you joy of the friend you have gained; but I cau't give you up tho wife. You did It well, but I'm afraid you'll have to work name other way for a living now, unless, indeed, monsieur le martini may take irttr enough on you to give you a few crowns just to find you in bread and salt until you can get your eyes upon some other heiress! This was spoken in a coarse, sneering manner, and (luring its delivery Lobois liad kept his eye fixed upon the youth with a look of fiendish exultation. Gmipiirt St. Denis could not have mov d more quickly. Not in all the language .of all the world could words have, been found more insulting. With o(ie bound lie was by the dastard's side, and on the next instant ho dealt him n blow upon tho face that felled him to the tloor like a log. "O, St. Jullen, I could not help it! Vot Hive mo!" "Ooupart, I do not blame you!" For some momeiita IaiIioIs lay upon thev floor like one dead, and the youth was beginning to fear that the blow might liave Ih'cii fatal, when the villain moved mid shortly afterwards he arose to his feet. He gnr.ed a moment upon his cue my with a deadly look, and then, as he -noticed that the blood was trickling down liis face upon the floor, ha turned towards the door. "(loupart St. Denis, thou shalt answer for this!" : And thus speaking, the villain left tbu room. OHAPTKU XVI. That evening Brion St. Julien and (Sou part conversed long and earnest l.v togeth er. For some time tbu youth had enter tained the thought of proceeding at once to New Orleans and seeking Louise, but finally he resolved to wait awhile, at least until he had one more Interview with 1obois. ' "That Lobois was the cause of her be ing abducted I have no longer any doubt," aid the marquis, after soma remarks liad been made upon the subject. "How can there be a doubt?" returned floupart. "His story of. the rescue of the poor girl la too Improbable for belief, unless he had ome understanding wjth tho Indians." "But do you not think that he found her as he says?" Inquired the marquis, en nieatl.T. . "Of course I do. He found her as he ays; but, of course, the Indians under stood thst he was to meet them there. He took her there, and he must have ised some terrible power to make her imirrv lilm. St. Denis went to his chamlier, and went to his bed; but ho could not sleep, lie lay with his hands clasped over his lirow. and ever and anon deep, painful vri,iiH would break from his lips. . Hit srricf was deeper than he could tell, even iu his wildest prayers, and his hopes were nil none. Tho thing had come upon him with a doubly crushing force, for It had found his soul already bowed down be .ih the weight of fear. He could have known that lmlso hud died, for then he tuight have wept awhile, and then culm ly kuolt down and prayed. But now even that sad and melancholy boon was de nied him. Like the frantic mother who aland and sees the eagle perched upoi the cliff with her shrieking Infant, stood the yodth with respect to his beloved. But, at length, when the first hours af ter midnight bad come. Uoupart sank m.o dull, dreamy slumber, and his pains were for awhile only the phantoms of eep. While Ooupart thus lay pon lcrin up"n his terrible- misfonune, Kimou Lobois was not alone. He was in the chamber he usually occupied; and with him was black slave named Peter, lle.'wus a middle-aged man Simon's special ser vant, and the onlv one in the wno.o household who had any synipirthy for the dark neohew. Lobois had piir.uns- ed him in New Orleans, and though he had done so ouly as the marquis' agent, et Peter looked npdn the former as nis master. And, moreover, Simon had paid him various sums of money to serve him. Now. Peter." said Simon, after some other conversation had passed, "have you watched thu affair between Goupurt ana the marquis, as I bade you?" Yes, mas r; me watch urn wen, an me hear all. Me foun' de hole yon tole nie of in de fli : olicr do ole mas r s li brary, an me hub watch 'um ebery time l's got n chance." "And what have you found? Peter went on and told a long story he had heard about letting Simon go, and about (Joupart taking his place. And," uttered the negro, with a sparg ing eye as he gave a sort of flourishing emphasis to the conjunction, "me's hearl one odcr ting, berry sartin'; One time (ley feared young mos'r an' missus d neb- er cum back, an ole mas r s gwine to gib Ooupart all his whole fortiu'. He'll hub heaps o' money, eh?" "Did he say the whole, Teter?' "He did sartin, mas'r. An' he's plan ned to gib Mm haft of it now. O, I tell ye, m a s r Uoupait got mitey Dig uom onto o'.e mas'r's pocket, an' onto ole mas'r's lub, too. Dey's togedder all de time. Yah guess ole mas'r don't s'pect he'll want you no more." It was late in the morning when Simon Lobois made his appearance. He had his breakfast served iu his own room, and for some time he had been engaged In bathing his face. He walked on to the sitting room, and he found the marquis and Ooupart there. Monsieur St. Denis," he said, in a low, Icy tone, "I would speak with you." In on instant the young man turned nd followed him. Lobois led the way to the garden, and there he stopped and turned. Monsieur St. Denis," he spoke, while his eyes flashed and his thin lip trembled. 'lust night yon did what no living man has ever done before. -You struck me in the face. Ere I leave this place, the stricken man must be past remembrance of his shnme, or the striker must be not among the living! You understand!" Now, Ooupart was not In a frame or mind to endure much, or to argue much on moral points. His heart was aching from a horrid wound, and his soul was tortured by, a fearful power; and before him was the serpent who had done it all, who had torn loved children from a dot ing parent sundered the brother and sis ter, and mndo unhappy the life of a de fenseless girl. The young man's eyes did not Hash like his enemy's,' but they burned with a deep, calm, fire, such as utter disgust and abomination add to fierce hate. . , I think I understand," was St. Denis reply. "I taught you your first lessons In the sword exercise, and you were a proficient when I last saw you handle the blade. Will you now choose that weapon?" "Yes." "Then get it and join me at once;" Gonupart turned away and went to his room. lie took down ins sword, and buckled, the belt about him. Then h drew the blade, and for a moment he gazed upon "it. It lfud once been on un do's weapon -the well-tried companion of (Ion. St. Denis, a bold and true knight It was of Spanish make, and never yet had It failed iu the hour of need. There was another sword In the room a lighter one a Damascus blade, and of exquisite finish, and one, too, with which the youth had always played. But it hud been his father's sword, and he would not use it now. After lie had returned the blade to Its scabbard, he stopped a moment to reflect. Then he moved to the table, where an Ink horn Btood, and tearing a leaf from his pocketbook, he hurriedly wrote as follows: "Monsieur le MarquiB lou are my friend, and you know the few fricn;!s I have on earth. If I fall to-day, you will know why, and 1 know yon will not Illume nie. You will see Louise. .Tell her we shall meet-: " The youth Btopped and started up, and his hand trembled. "If I fall thus, shall we meet there?" he murmured to himself. "O, heaven will pardon the deed. It knows the deep provocation the burning shame that blights this house!" r Then he stooped .once more ond wrote; "in that world where love knows no night. ST. DKNIS." This the youth folded and directed to BHiiu St. Jullen, and wiping a single, tear from his cheek, he hurried down to the hall, and from thenco to the garden where he found Simon waiting for him 'Now follow me," said Lobois; and thus speaking, lie led the way around the house towards the barn, and thence out through the postern to the foot of the hill beyond, where grew a thick clump of hickory trees. "Now, Ooupart St. Denis, are' you ready?" asked Simon, at the same time drawing hi sword. 1 "In one moment," returned the youth. also drawing his own weapon, but lower ing its point upon tho ground. He was stopped short in his speech, for at that moment the marquis came rush lug out from the court, and soon reached the spot where they stood. "Simon," he gasped, white with fear, "what means this? Put up your sword." "Brion St. Jullen," quickly retorted the mad nenhew. "stand back! You saw what passed last night did you not?" "But that was the result of hot pas sion. Yon taunted him most bitterly, Si. nion; you Insulted him most shamefully, and he knew not what he did. O, let this thing stop!" "Stop? Yon might as well try to stop yonder mighty river from Bowing to its mouth! You say I gave him provocation. Did ho not give mo provocation "Yes yes. It was all folly all eager, hot, mad haste. O, give over this thiyg! Simon. I command you! "Brion St. Jullen, look upon this mark on my face! Were the man who did that my own brother, he should stand before my sword. So now stand back. There shall be a death to wipe this out. If I fall, 'twill die with me; tf he fjl, the atonement is complete." "Good Sir Brion," spoke Gonpart, at this point, "let the conflict go on. Life to me now is not worth the price 1 would pay for It by refusal. Let it go on." "But my child my sou, if you are gone " "You'll have me left," Interrupted Si mon "me, who of right belongs here. Now are you ready, Monsieur St. Denis?" J he youth turned an imploring look up on the marquis, and as the old man fell back, he replied: '. Now I must ask the question I was about to ask ere our friend came to in terrupt us. Simon Ixhois, you may full in this encounter, and before I cross your sword, I would pray you to tell, if you know, where Louis St. Julien is." How?" hissed Simon. ' Would ye heap more insult upon me?" "I ask but a simple question. "Ay and that question means a loui suspicion. -1 know nothing of him. Then, come on" And on the next instant the swords were crossed. Simon Lobois had been accounted one of the best sword players in 'Marne, and he came to the conflict as though he were sure of victory; but at the third pass he was undeceived. He turned pale in a mo ment, for he now knew that he had met with a superior, even in fencing skill. He was a coward at heart, and he fairly trembled. Ooupart saw It in an instant, nd for the moment he was astouished. But then he remembered how Simon used to tremble at the whiz of a pistol ball, and he wondered no more. Almost did he pity the poor wretch. Straight, pow erful and tall he stood, with his broad chest expanded, while before hiin fairly cowered the dimiuutive form of the villain. 'Ah. Simon. I've taught the sword art since you left me in France! Take care! Poor wretch, I gave you credit for more skill, and for more courage." In all probability, the villain believed that Oounart meant to kill him If he could. That belief begot a feeling of de spair, and that last taunt fired him. Like the cornered rat, he set to uow witn an the energy of a dying man, and for a few moments St. Denis had to look sharp; but it was only for a few mo ments. Simon made a point-blank thrust from a left gunjd, and with a quick movement to the right, Ooupart brought a downward stroke with all his available force, only meaning to break his antag onist's sword, or strike it from his grasp, and thus end the conflict without blood shed. But Simon had thrust his arm further forward than Ooupart. had calcu lated, and the blow fell upon the sword hand, the guard receiving part i the force, thus causing a slanting stroke. With a quick cry of pain, JSimou oroppeu his weapon end started back.1 "Don't strike me nowl" he cried. "Fear not," replied Ooupart. "1 never strike a defenseless man. But are you satisfied?" Yes yes! But that was a cowardly stroke." No no, Lobois. I meant not to stride you then; I only,meaut to knock your sword down. But you know you have been at. my mercy thrice. "It was your own fault that you did not take advantage of it. I should have kill ed you hiid I -been able, and I think you would have done the same." ,,, "No!" cried the marquis; "you know better than that, Simon. But the wounded man made no further reply. His hand pained him now, and ne held it olit towards the marquis with a hpHceching look. The old man examined It. and found thnt a bad gosh was cut from the roots of tho tliumli to the wrist, on the buck of the hand, but none of the bones were harmed. Had not the guard of the sword received the weight of the blow, the hand would have been severed wholly off, for the stout iron guard was found cut nenrly in twain! And thus ended the duel. Ooupart was surprised at tne easy victory ne uuu wu. while Simon was surprised at tne incredi ble skill his antagonist had displayed. And the marquis wus thankful deeply thankful for the result, so far as mere' life and death were concerned. (To lie continued.) JINGO, THE GREAT ELEPHANT, WHICH DIED , ON BOARD SHIP AND WAS BURIED AT SEA. fix "it I X ;: S v ' ' fir-' : U S. INGO, the giant elephant which died at sea on March 12, and which terrified the puasengors, tho crew and the wild nnlmnla on tho steamer Ocorglc with his Incessant trumpetlngs and his efforts to escape from his cage, was the largest elephant in captivity and two Inches higher than Jumbo. His exact height was 11 feet 4 Inches and his weight was six tons. Jingo was captured In Africa when he was quite young, and until recently was the property of the London Zoological Gardens, from which he was purchased by an American clreus manager for $50,000. The great beast was not fond of the sea, and his Journey from Africa was very nearly the death of him. It was only with great difficulty he was placed aboard the Georglc at Liverpool, bound for New York. ' Jlnge'had been the star attraction ot ths London zoo, but last summer he showed signs of 111 temper and in September the anluial-keeperg decided it was no longer safe to allow lilm to carry children ou his back through the gardens. Ho therefore was sold to an American circus. The elephant had not been In good health during the' winter and, not having traveled since Infancy, fretted and pined from the day he was taken from the zoo. As each day passed Jingo seemed to grow weaker and he squirmed In his narrow cage in an effort to get out. He was securely chained In such a position In the aft hatchway that escape was Impossible. For sixty hours preceding his death the mnnmioth beast trumpeted without cessation and twice knocked down his keeper, Thomas Lawrence, who attempted to pacify It The cries of the elephant aroused the leopards and tigers which were on the ship and they, too. Joined in the tumult, which for three days kept the crew of the Georglc on Its guard. About 0 o'clock one morning Jingo's cries suuueuiy ceased. Lawrence ran to the cage to find the animal dead. His carcass was examined and after it was decided it could not be stuffed was thrown overboard. Weak?. " I suffered terriblv and was ex- tremelv weak for 12 vears. The doctors said mjr blood was all turning to water. At lastu tried Ayer'i Sarsaparilla. and was soon f..li all rl.h an. in IWIIIE KIIIICUI .J."!- Mrs. J. W. Fiala, Hadlyme, Ct. No matter how long you have been ill, nor how poorly you may be today, Ayer's Sarsaparilla is the best medicine you can take for purifying and en- ncninjz tne biooa. - Don't doubt it, put your whole trust in it, throw away everything else. $1 10 botllt. AU inatttM. Ask vour doctor what h tliltiki of Avar's SarwDftrills. Hu knownftll about thla grand old raMlly madlrlna. Follow kla adviea And v will Dm aatunea . 4. U. AYKB CO., LOWell, BUM. Difference. "What sort of a man is my husband? Well, before we were married he would n't leave the hoiue before midnight; and pince that be never enters it be fore." Journal Amusant. Pope Leo's Many Legacies. The pope has been happy in legacies. It has been reckoned that' dnring bis' pontificate a sum of nore than 1,000, 000 poundd lias been bequeathed to him in various ways, $600,000 having come to hiin in one year, and one re cent bequest being for no less than 1200.000. ROCKY MOUNTAIN GOATS ARE VERY RARE IN CAPTIVITY. The scarcest animal in captivity is the Hooky Mountain goat. Only three of these wild and untamable creatures. It Is said, are now. or have ever been held captive. One, a very line speci men, is In tho famous Zoological gnr den, in Regent's Park, London, Eng land, and the Philadelphia Zoological gardens has the proud distinction of possessing the only pair, male and fe male, ever exhibited' or ever kept in captivity. The animal is solitary in Its habits, Quality Folks. Since bacteriologists have attributed the dissemination of yellov fever In Culm, and of the deadly malaria In It aly, to the mosquito, that creature has emerged from the general host of In sects lntui a place of Individual Import once. Kor other reasons than these, however, un old Cornish woman lately pronounced upou the mosquito's aris tocracy. She had asked her parish priest to rend her n letter from her sou In Hruz.ll. , The writer's orthography was doubtful, but the vlcnr did his best to rend phonetically. I cannot tell you how the ;nukittfc torment nie. They pursue mo every whereeven down the chimney!' The fond mother's eyes grew lnrge with mingled pride and amazement. Kxeklel must lie rare handsome," she snld, "for the maidens to be so after him. And I reckon the Miss Kit tles Is quality folks, too!" . - i . " learns to say, "What time Is it?" when ever he sees a watch. . If he is to be- taught to greet a visitor, the teacher, on giving the les son, must enter the room saying, "How do you do?" To Induce him to say, "Must you go? Good-by!" the professor picks up his hat and stick, and leaves the room as he repeats the words. ROCKY MOUNTAIN GOATS. Explosive Sunsets. Mr. Bnscouib.. had - seen wonders enough for his first day away, from Banbury, but Just as he had settled bis tired head against the back of a loung ing chair, he heard a distant boom. . "What's that?" he demanded, start ing up. "Oh, that's the sunset gun, Uncle Ezra," said his nephew's wife, In a soothing tone. "It goes eff Just as the sun rises and sets." Mr. Bascomb s mild face took on a look that approached hostility. "I've seen your talking machines and electric bell-pulls and underground rails and overhead trusties and ker ridges kiting here and there with no hoss nor other signs o' drawering pow er," he said, resentfully, "and I've set myself to believe all you've told me. nut l ve seen tne sun an my aavs In Banbury, and I know there ain't stren'th enough In it when it's setting or when lt'j rising to tetch off a gun, without there's works going on in this place that ain't Scriptural nor fitting!" Asked and Answered. What," asked the youth from Lud low, "is the great recret of success?" "The great secret cf success, replied the Norwood philosopher, "is to find something you can't do then do it." Cincinnati Enquirer. Fads In Dinner Napkins. Napkins became popular in France ooner than in England. At one time t was customary of great French dia lers to change the napkins at every nurse, to perfume them with rose- vater, and to have them folded a differ ent way for each guest. . Scotch Saloon Statistics. Aitdrie has more saloons in relation to its size than any other town in Scot land. There are 42 for every 1,000 inhabitants. Coatbridge and Renfrew iome next on the list. Ayr has the worst record for drunkenness 57.6 barges yearly for every 1,000 inhab itants. Willie's Perplexity. When Willie came home last night he was more convinced of the uselessness of schools than he ever was before, says the Buffalo Express. Asked the nut ure of his latest trouble, be ex plained that "postpone" had been one of the words In the spelling lesson of the day. The tvached had directed the pupils to write a sentience In which the special word should appear. Along with others, Willie announced that he did not know the meaning of the word, and so could not use it in a seutence. The teacher explained tliat it meant "delay" or "put off," and, en couraged the youngsters to try. Wil lie's thoughts were on plonsanter tilings than school, and his madc-to-or- der sentence was: "Boys postpone their clothes when they go In swimming." Collene Colors. "Our collcgo colors are pink and old gold," said Miss Frocks. "Our college colors were black and blue when I was Initiated into the se cret society," added her brother. Surmounted difficulties not only teach, but henrten us U our future struggles. Sharp. The Reason Why. She What an extraordinary picture and why on' . earth do you call it "Home?" He Can't imagine', unless it's be cause there's no place like it. Illus trated Bits. Something Doing. In a western Ontario city a newspa per organ is booming a mayoralty can didate on the ground that he is "a man who does things." The opposition srgan, on the other hand, alleges that he is a man who does the people. Ottawa Citizen. Just Saw the Point. Dal ton How that English chap did laugh at your joke. Waller Yes, he must have heard it before. ' ' - A Succession of Failures. Hewitt Gruett says that his life has been a complete failure. Jewett Well, be started wrong; be was once on a Harvard football team. and Is about the size of a large sheep, with long white hair, well suited to harmonize with its snowy surround ings. The hair Is very abundant around the throat and neck and stands Arect like a mane down to the center of the back. This hair was esteemed of great value by the Indians for making blan kets. The hoofs and horns are black. The three specimens of Uocky Moun tain goat now captive were obtained by killing their mothers nnd securing the kids, which have been practically reared in captivity. Teaching Languages to Parrots. A peculiar profession is that of. a man in Chicago who is a teacher of lnnguages to parrots. The Chicago Tribune says that while this foreigner was doing translations and giving French and German lessons at starva tion prices, he chanced one day to talk with a parrot dealer, and asked him if many birds were sold abroad. "No," said he, "but only on account of the difference in language. English speaking parrots would hardly be In demand in a foreign country." . This gave the linguist an idea. He took home an uneducated bird, and In a few weeks had taught it to repeat some short French sentences. After that he began a regular occupation of teaching French, German and Italian to parrots instead of to people. Diet and warmth are important con dltlons in this system or eaticnrirtii. The birds are kept in a temperature of eighty degrees, and are fed on nuts, bananas and other fruit. 1 ne lessons mm oHven mornlnc nad evening. One word may be pronounced for days to gether; later several words are Joined In the form of a sentence. A clever bird will learn a short sentence in less than a fortnight. One important secret is that of teach in a bird to speak opportunely, ns if it understood what is happening at the moment. If the teacher pulls out his watch at the Instant of saying, "What time is it?" the parrot soon DR. ORESTES A. BROWNSON. A Distinguished American to Have a Rronxe Memorial. The friends of Dr. Orestes Augustls Brownson, New England's distinguish ed theologian, lecturer, patriot, editor and sociologist, are about to erect a bronze bust on a granite pedestal in Sherman Park, New York City, at "2d street and Am sterdam boulevard The Catholics of the country have subscribed for this memorial. Dr Brownson was ranked as one of the great literary men of his day. He was born In Stockbridge, Vt., Sept. 10, 1803. and died In Detroit, Mich., April IT. 1870. He was preparing for the Presbyterian pulpit, when he embraced Unlversallsm and entered the ministry In 1825. He was pastor of churches in Vermont and New York for seven years. As editor of the Gospel Advo cate he wrote and worked earnestly for the improvement of the laboring classes. Dr. Brownson was an associate of noted New England thinkers and at one time a member of the famous Brook Farm Fournier Association, with George Ripley and Charles A. Dana. Father Meeker, Hawthorne and others at Its head. BBOWNSON BUST. BWSEITZERj 0 CENTS OH ILL ; HEADACHES. Burglar Had Their Revenge, Burglnrs, unable to break through the Iron door of a cigar shop In Berlin, avenged themselves by painting up a notice: "There is nothing here worth stealing." Some women's Idea of being econom ical is to have their ball dresses cut lower. , ' There are times when four aces con stitute a Helping hand. . w IWAIHI AIIIII5TERIHC MftTHOrj: y 6 tffl SbiD Everywhere.