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THE NEW NORTHWEST, THUKSDAr, SEPTEMBER $, 1881,
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REAPING
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A NOVEL.
WHIRLWIND.
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Br MARY KI)lME COMIW.
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- CHAPTER XXV. ' r
It was a nly perfect' wrnlng, clear, soft and
radiant, wltn "1 utjrwhlch was felt even in the
: eity of "fashion and famine," where onejcarceiy
notfceTlhe weather unless It interferes with either
business or pleaaure,ci--r
, St Claire waa sauntering along, utterly uncon
scious of any new beauty "in the heavens above
r the earth beneath." .A young girl with a
merry; care-free face went trlpplnypast him." He
wondered absently what gladness there could be
In life to make her step so J I ght and her m 11 so
sweet Children passed him In groups, laughing
In childish glee. He caught himself pitying them
for the rough, stony paths their untried feet must
tread A" young man whose walk and glance be
spoke a Arm purpose and a worthy object in living
hurried by, unconscious of the look pf envy which
followed blm and the' feeling of bitter rebellion
. against the fate which made their lives so totally
V unlike. An old man went by, bending under the
' accumulated weight of poverty and years. St.
"1 Claire looked after him with unacknowledged
, : yearning to change places in life with him: The
Id man seemed so near the end of; the long, tlre
jome Journey, and with him it.was only just be
r- run. Just -tegun!Ah,J1wheean say when the
':. end cometh?" ' ' ': "
St Claire's attention was arrested'by cries of
terrorj mingled with words of frightened appeal.
Turning quickly around, he saw a handsomecoal
; black horse tearing down the street, at full rpeed.
' The terror-stricken jlder had lost all control, and,
free from all restraint, the desperate animal came
plunging toward him with nostrils distended and
eyes oafliOne,RlancelohlJjtClalre.who4hat
rider was, and with a wildcry of terror he dashed
J through the tumult and threw himself directly in
the" course of the frightened horse. As It came
.nearer, St Claire drew4: back a pace to gather
strength, then with a quick lesp seized the black
fury by. the bits. But only for a moment did hi
lJght weight hold it down; the next he waa hurled
epward by the rearing animal, that, falling to
fling him off,. tried to' trample him under foot.
But Bt. Claire knew that to loosen his hold was
death, and he clung tightly and was dragged on,
swaying to and fro, while the hot, blood-stained
froth from its torn mouth flew over them both. -Buntsmad
career was checked, the fury of Its
peed broken. Its hoofs became entangled In the
jnan'jLcla thing Mtloodras dripping-through: Itr
Bt. Claire, I owe you more than, any man 11 v
lng, and love you better, and my wife's love Is
second only to mine; but she. bad done you
some deadly Injury, you cpuld "not L treat lier worse,
J Tell me why you hate her."'
Blowly the figure on the bed lifted Itself higher
on the pillows, then, raising one hand to the
mouth. - removed the silken mustache from the
trembling lip, atjdjn a voiceof 4 utenseagony said
.' "Do'ou know now why I hateher ?"
Lionel, WycIIffe stood like one rooted to the-l
spot, an awful horror, an awful hatred, creeping
over his face. lie. tried to speak, but no sound
issued from-hl stiff lips- He seemed, turned to
t stone. . 0
'Lionel!
me!" .
locket teethr'The etralnedWnewa gave way all
at once, and the uorse reii wun a auu inua upon
, the earth, crushing beneath his weight the daring
hero and hurling the rider from his seat
--TltereranywlUlBganda-flow The
panting, trembling horse was made to rise, and
tenderly they lifted the young man, lying still
and breathless under the glare of the pltyless sun.
The rider, uninjured, but with a face blanched
with horror, now pushed his way through the
- crowd to where they were carrying a mass of torn
' and' dusty garments' covered with blood,' from
which all semblance of life had been so suddenly
crushed out, and his voice sounded clear and dls-
. llnct Ihrotfgh-lhTIptrrelrc rWd. '
"Give him to.me Tell me, for God's sake, Is
- We dead V ',' '" . -. " 1 r
It was 'WycIIffe wtio asked the question, but
none could answer. They drew back respectfully,
recognizing his right, as he gently took the loy.
ish figure In his arms., .
" 7 "A carriage quick!" -
WyellflV-forgot that deatkhail Just stared him
in the face; forgot his fright at his own peril In
bis anxiety for the life which had been risked to
save his. ' He took his deliverer to his own home,
bore him to a stately chamber, and laid him upon
a rich bed, unmindful of the contact with the dust
of the street., As soon as ho "was laid down,
the dusky brown eyes opened," and their glance
Y' searched the room In an inquiring way. WycIIffe
bent over him with a prayer of thaukfulnesa In
" h is heart that the brave young life was spared.
"Bt. Claire, do you know me ?"
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The answer wasfalnt, and faluter still came the
words ; T. -
"I must speak with you alone," ' ,
'But, my dear, fellow, we roust see the doctor
flrst." . . -v .
Bt Claire spoke with renewed energy.
. Oh, no I It la too late. I am nearly gone, I
mul see you alone 1"
- At this moment a servant entered with: wine.
HL Claire jiodded, and Yy dlfle held it to his lips
till he drained the gla.In i little time his eye
brightened and 1i is voice grew stronger. '
"Bend them away !"
Beelng opposition to be useless, and fearing the
jeault olxcltemeatrWyeHnVordered all torlth
- draw. Mrs. WycIIffe lingered a moment, and
going toward St Claire, said softly : -1
JMat I stay r :
"ISo I Oo leave my sight forever t" -
Mix WycIIffe, with a look of surprise and pain,
TriJoTIe?TilSlin7TTgrnTUUt in'alHm ' 1 1 Wycnm arotiml mt1ryrnhrlTrrt-ttmilT-grw,"
- . door, opened It, motioned her to pas out, tnen
1 V " closed It after her, and returnM to the bedside.
my husband 1 forgive toe fr "forgive
- He neither moved nor spoke.
"'Must I die without pne'-word -of.-forgiveness?
O Lionel! my husband! Jlercy ! I pray, for
God's sake, mercy Vls?
The effort bad been too great. With the last
words, a small stream of blood trickled over her
lips, her hands clapped convulsively, and her head
fell back among the pillows.
' Wycliffe's trance was broken.
the bed. raised her in his arms.
name wildly. - .- '. ; r ...;:
"Agatha! Agatha!" ' 7
But it was too late. Bhe was dead,
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He sprang" to
and called her
. In the center of a room, dimly lighted with wax
tapers, stood a catafalque heavily-draped with
black velvet which swept down Irt heavy Jfold,
hiding the rich carpet with its wavesof gorgeous
gloom., , Lylng-therer-still and oldr with hanU
meekly folded as if tn prayer, more beautiful In
death than she, had ever been In, tile, was Agatha
WyclfffeJ Standing beside her, with hands clasped
together and head bowed In silent, tearless agony,
was the man for whom she had yielded up her
life, a voluntary sacrifice; the man she had loved
with a love which few are capable of experiencing
or even undemanding;' her husband Lionel
WycIIffe. Ciazinir upon the face, , which lokel
ne ! a prayer I refuse! to answer !
iikeaplToflaUrtll
so white, he . wonderwl dumbly if that last act in
life, so u-iiftelflh and brave, would not atone for
the eln of the past For the hundredth tlmesliice
Iter death, his thoughts wandered back to the long
ago when he first knew, the beautiful face, now for
the nrt time unheeding his presence. Ills face
grew tender with the memory of the. mfit, dark
eyes now closed in death; the touch of a hand
that ties, pulseless and cold; the sound of a loving
voice that fs-hushed forever. Tti rough all his
grief no, hojrthat, for he"coOTIiiot--grWvei. that
she. was dead; but through all his misery -one
thought was uppermost that, for the sake of hls
fam.iyfor the sake of the dead, all knowledge
mtwt-be kefit from the world of-who-ln-realityr
CharlteBt-tMaire" waV MrsrWycliffe-amtHhe
He huhel In. terror. He'suddenly remembered
that another woman wore that name, now- He
looked up guiltily to hear what .Strong would say
'in. reproof, but Htro'ng was gone and he was'alone
with, his sorrow. .. No, not alone; for a servant
enteredxwearing a badge of mourning, and went
softly to AVyefKljf, Rnd with a half-frightened
glance towanjjthe black oTject ln t" center of the
room, said, with hated breath : ..:'.J. 1..-
A man, a footman in livery, h In thcvliall. He
has a letter for you. which he savs he was told -to
old family doctor were the only ones who knew.
They, must W all. Jealously he guarded his se-
creC There had never been a moment since the
linup nf lP ilnnfh Mia oltliur ha nr hl mltu linil 1 e
not lKpn with ArathM . P.,l nralan.1 tlu-m PH"8 vll he tore it open.
loudly for their remembrance of the noble dead.
"Such single-hearted devotion, such gratitude,"
they said, "was rarely equaled, never excelled."
Oh, keen-sighted man 1 Oh, discerning world !
Standing by the side of the coffin, on the morn
iny before the burial, WycIIffe felt a soft touch
upon his artn. Half startled, he turned around
and encountered the sad eyes and grlef-strjcken
b iitciiatice of ttnin-wbo was a strancer tn him.
Beore WycIIffe had tlme'to wonder what broucht
to that house of'mourn I hg, the man sjoke In
a half whisper. . "
"I have come to see her" -
WycIIffe drew back, overwhelmed by this new
horror. Thejnan saw his undisguised terror, and
spoke again.1 " " 7;.'
Vycllffe! don't you know me?Is it possible
that ten years have changed me so much?" ' .
"Joel Strong!" .
"Yes. . 'I thought you would know me. I have
come to lake iareweil or( me woman I nave seen
ever) day from the day of her birth till the day of
her death." . 1
"Through all these years you have been with
her?'
"Yes.". ,1 '
"Tell me, then, the meaning of .this."
-he-poke, he touchea tiie garments, a man's
garments, on the silent figure. .
",Bhe put those on because only In male attire
could she escape the questions of the world and
the pursuit of the man hesitated "Jasper Ray
mond." ' - -
Wyc'lffe turned away bis face. In a moment,
though, he said :
"How long since she left Raymond ?"
There waa Alead silence. At length Strong
spoke, and although his voice was very low, the
words sounded In Wycliffe's ears like the tone of
a trumpet : .; : - : r
"She has never been with Raymond." -WycIIffe
caught both the man's hands In his
own, clutching them In a grip so vice-like that he
couldhave cried out with pain.
"Strong 1 Strong I ,Swear It 1( Swear -before
God, In the presence of this dead woman, that you
speak the truth." t v '
"As I hope for God's mercy on the day of Judg
ment I am telling you the truth." .
"Now, tell me all, for I must know."
aero that if ! lived to see her dead, I would clear
her memory. there is but little to tell nothing
except that she never siw Raymond until she
met him about a vear asro here In New York. He
lagged her to marry him, but she-scorned his
offer. He then threatened to .-.follow .'lier.7 She
feared anil hated him, sd. she" assumed thisdiai
guise. The rest the history of. this Ust year
you know better than I can relate." '
Wycliffe's brow was clouded, and a sorrow such
as Iter death did not create was stamped on his
race.
."To think, to know," he cried out lh despair
mat l 'cannot proclaim 10 thewiioie wona ner
innocence! fine will st forever unuer mat
shame."1; - T.'., . , . '
"ot forever. God is Just."
i The words' sou nded like a rebuke to Wycliffe's
wild ravlHg, but he beetled them not. T"
"Aye, God is Just. May that man suffer endless
lorment!" y .
Ktrng3lffedTlifs liead, and gazing full at
Wycl life, Repeated, sldwly and sternly :
" 'fTorgibc un our situ an we forylve th
em that tin
agnimt uft'J.
4,Xo,-Strong; -not yet -The time.. may come
when I can say that, but not now. Looking at
that deadfaeerI-ean only curse the man who
came between us.. Strong, why did she leave me?"
"Because .she was Jealous, of the woman you
have since-made your wife, Raymond told her
things which goaded her to madness." ";
. WycIIffe was dumb with astonishment. Slowly
he comprehended the troth. . ! - (
"Jealous of a woman! had no second thought
for ! 'True, shejs my loved and honored wife now;
but then then I never thought of the possibility
of loving her." - .
Strong tointed to the black-robed figure, ' so
beautiful In its last sleep. " '--- . "
"Yet she died believing to th last that you had
always loved the other woman."
Wycliffe'groaned aloud 1 n i ntoleriilile agony. "" :
"And her last words were a .prayer forforglve-
Oh, Agatha,
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gjve Into no-other hands." - .V.
' WycHflV-ellently went into thejiall, without a
word took the letter from the man's hands, and
ret urned to hi j owt-of d u tyt ForsI o ngj I hi e h e
held the letter In his finders' without a thou slit or
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care for the writer, till It fell from his nerveless
grasp and roused him. Picking It up, he glanced
at the-address. Something in 'the' bold, strong
lines seemed strangely famllIart andwlthjafojrf
by brtaKlnir the oomraandmpnt, fTliou ahalt not novet thy
nelghbfr'a wife," and 1 have cone through the whole tata
loKiie of Bin, till I shnll stand to-nlxht, before the bar of the
Itreat JuUe, t annwer ugnlltJo the charge of aelf-de-Irurtlon.
Ten yean aifo I made your wife believe that
you were faUe to her, and. by every art that Hatan could
(IcaIm I endia;ored to persuade her that you had nver
rared for her. OroumiiamiiU-vUlifee4 strong iiome-
tlntea. It waa trong enoiiKh to convlet yon before her.
Hhe at length prom hied to inert tne In England, and some
thing that la called fate came between us. I have followed
her through tlfef 'I ahalt follow Into death. KtandlnVon
the brink of Ktertilty, I ay that If my Ufa waa to live over
again, and I nhouhl meet her, an I met her before, another
man' wife, I would not change my course the breadth of a'
hair. My sttry In flnKhed. That It. may bring you a much
relief to rend It as If brings me humiliation to write It, la
all that i can pray v.. ' ', Janpkr Ratmosiik ,
Head! Both dead J , Gone to meet Him who
said, "Vengeance Is mine: I will repay?' , Aa
unfortunate man, who fell to. the floor and expired
without a word." The papers furtfler stated that
his friends who 'witnessed the awful catastrophe
were plunged In the deepest grief at hladeplorabLe
fate, and that everyone remarked the strange fate
which' had .overtaken two men; who but, a few
hours before had rejoiced In the pride of their
strength ftnjl the rigor of their manhood, and
borne them hence to their final reward. j -
Many persons liked Rayipoiidand mlssl him, '
but not a genatrTe-triourner followed hinUo his
last rest I ng-place L nota tea r wa shed o'ver the
grave, vhlch In a few years was neglected and
forgotten. ' - . ' ' . .
St. Claire's deatirieft a void In the heart of more
than one that was .leyer fjllel. Over' the spot,
where he was laid to sleep until God, more mercl-
ful tii an mau sjiould call him fofth to Judgment,
miaeu aiiure wiiue, snail-uearintf uiese
was
words z
' "Urtatrr hitlv-tto Digit thaitjlhl, fhnt he 'Uiy down ht$
it jot a jrrtM.-" - T
I Til B IXIXJ J,
-The Fu Tiie Dance. The. idea to be- con
veyed Is that of a tide gradually rlxlng on a reefp
till at length there remains only a little coral Isle,
round which the angry breakers rage, flinging
their white foam on eyeryside'. At first the danv
era forinin riVing lines and approach silently, to
represent the quiet advance of' the waves. After a
while the lines break op in smaller companies,'"
which advance with outspread hands and bodies
bent forward to represent rippling wavelets, the
tiniest "waves being represented by children.
Quicker and quicker they .come ony advancing,?
now retreating, yet. like true waves, steadily pro-
gressing and gradually closing on every side of the
Imaginary islet round which they play or battle
after the manner of breakers, sprlnginirhhrh in
mid-air and flinging their arms above their heads
to represent the action of spray. As they leap and
tossthefr heads the soft white tnntl or native cloth,
which for greater effect they wear as turbans with
Jong streamers, and also wear round the waist,
whence.it floats. in long, scarf-like ends, trembles
and . flutters In. the breeze.' The' whole' effect Is
most artistic, and the orchestra do their part by
imitating the foarof-t'he serf on the reef, a sound '
xjxumu.iui&m nu a uat-n Jtevjer-jatang-uuaoj
from tlte hour of their birth.
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'BacK from A A'acatiox "Hello ! Is that
"les."
'It!1! UU'UV
"Yes."
"Been off on a vacation
"Yes."
"Feel better?"
"No." . '
"Gain any flesh ?'"
No.-'-.
"Tent out?" 7
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"Go fishing ?" -
iso. r -"Did
you sail or row ?'
No."
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"Nice at the hotel?"
JiNoJl
"Go In swimming?
"No." - ....
"What did von do?"
"Nothing." -1
I duntio." Free l're4.
It was dated an
hour previous, and as he read, the words seemed
burning themselves Into his brain In letters of fire.
Llal.WyctlffeSirpt not benanno. I take pleasure In
writing 16 yim, nor Itecauae you will experience pleaaure In
hearing from me, that I send you thla letter. Nordol aak
or desire your forglvencM, for before your hand breaks this
aeal, I shall be where your love or hatred will be of no
avail. It Is simply an art of Justice to the. memory of the
purest of. women one who has played such an Important
part In1 both or lives; the woman you loved foraxlayj var ,a.a KJ4KnBTr-TtV.rrW-
ilis nmn a T -n 1 i. w. I ' f . " ' 1 . . - - -
v n viiiuii w in'nv s-j BMiam SSI esisa iiuw
well I loved her, you could never 41 ndemtand. It was the
caune of every sin . J. Jiave e?f CjminlttetLljeiamenced.
The New York Tribune takes half a column In
which to describe the bathing dresses worn by lit
tle -girls at Long Branch.-. The bathing dresses
worn by little boys in Oregon are not so compli
cated. They consist , mainly ef a sunburnt back,
a pair 01 untauned bucRKkln drawers worn from
Infancy and a stone bruise on each heel.
Smith,- 'who Went into amateur farmhnghja.
ay-ne pianteu-iiig ocan poies iwo monins
ago and has watered them regularly, and for alt
that they haven't 'grown an inch, and show not
h4 fain test sign of blossom! ng-yet- lie begins to
iear tnai iney win near no Deans tins year. isot-
ton jrarucrtjH.
When any ofice-hunter nuts himself Intothe
hands of his friends, and his friends don't set him -
down before a wood pile and a saw-buck, they are .
noi doing thelrtduty not by a long snot ,
Old proverb: "The darkey's hour is lust before
the dawn," remarked Sambo when he started out
l m j 1 1 a .a a . . a . a
ueiore uayureaR tosieai aypungcniCRenior oreaa
fash JV'ew Orleans Time.
It takes 800 full-blown roses to make a table-
spoonful of. perfume, while ten cents' worth of
cooked dnlons will scent a whole- neighborhood.
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Ruth, although of a retiring disnositlon. sue-
ceeded as a gleaner in getting as good a Boat any
of them. 1 r '
Wyclifferead the letter, all the old spirit of bit
terness, and anger died out of bis heart and a great
pity, filled his soul. . 'Once many years ago he
had almost prayed for this man's death. He hadi
cursed him In his agony and desolation, knd
now- He turned and saw Joel Strong standing
with arms folded and his head upon his breast be
side the open casket which held the dead. Going
to him, WycIIffe pat the letter tn his hand. "
"Read itAnd may God. 'forgive us our sins as
we forgive them that sin against us.'" I
The morning after Mr. WycIIffe received the
letter from Raymond, the (papers were filled with
long account of . a "fatal accident" They told
!n-Jr!!lu'l5-r't1 raasoL ihe!Jraglodeathof
"Mr. Jasper Raymond, a gentleman widely known
and universally respected; of high social position
and great wealth. He had called at the house of
a friend, and was engaged with him In a game of
billiards, when be spoke of a pistol that he. had
recently purchased, and drew the beautiful but
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came entangled In his sleeve and waa discharged.
'lYcs, you must know. I promised her yeaniTlie ball passed straight through the heart of the
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Immediately depend upon it; there Is no, mis
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who1 has ever used it who will not tell you at once
that it will regulate the bowels: and give rest to
we moiner ami reiiei ami health, to the chiia,
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In all cases, and pleasant to the taste, and is th
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physician and nurse In the United States. Sold
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Should I be stopped.jNeglect frequently results In..
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Brown's Bronchia lTrocjifj are certain to give
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They are not new or untried, but having been
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'ublic stieakers and singers use them to clear and
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