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CHAPTER VIII. (Continued.)
A short time later, and he drew up in
front of the old mill. It was aa pietur
Lue a spot as one could well irangine,
tor great trees overhung the ruined mill
ind the noisy fall of the water over the
am could be plainly heard.
Roger had evidently been here before.
d made all arrangements, for, even as
be leped to the ground and was In the
ict of lifting Carol down, the door open
ed ind a woman appeared in Tiew, hold
ing a sputtering candle.
He shadow of a terrible crime hung
the place, and most people in the
.neighborhood avoided it, especially after
nightfall. Ail me money in ine vaults
of the treasury could hardly have tempt
ed one of the negrqes on Richmond Ter
tace or Darrel Chace to have willingly
gone tp the haunted mill when darkness
lad descended upon the land.
What this crime was does not enter
into our story, so far as particulars ore
concerned, but let it suffice to say that
the mad miller murdered his wife In a
fit of Jealousy, and also the man who was
working for him, ending the terrible tra
gedy in a fitting manner by taking his
own life.
The children of this unhappy couple
hid been taken in charge by relatives,
who tried to rent out the mill, but the
effort was in vain, for all united in de
claring it was haunted, and that in the
middle of the night they would be arous
ed by a terrible din.
They declared they heard the mad mill
er chasing his wife and hired man from
room to room, cursing and reviling, while
they prayed and pleaded with him. Then
would come the sound of heavy blows
with a knife, one for each person, heavy
fills, terrible groans, and silence would
ensue.
For some years back the mill had been
Inhabited by a woman who called herself
Mrs. Randall, and it was assumed that
he was a widow. She was quiet and
troubled no one, and always seemed to
have enough money to keep herself in ex
istence and aid those poorer than herself.
Oarol was warmly received. She sank
wearily into a chair, and then gazed
about her with a trifling show of interest,
while the woman went to prepare a room.
Somehow the young girl had thought
Mrs. Randall's eyes had rested upon her
In a most singular manner, and yet to
her knowledge she had never seen the
lady before.
That she was a lady despite her poor
surroundings was plain to be seen. Her
hair had once been black, but was now 0
silver gray, and brushed smoothly away
from a forehead that was white as snow,
though furrowed by the cares of years.
The room In which Roger and Carol
were left was scantily furnished, and
what few articles there were showed
signs of age, having, no doubt, once been
the property of the mad miller.
Upon one wall was a picture, in a small
frame, with its face turned away. Sev
eral other pictures there were, but none
had been treated in this way.
She saw Roger standing near her, his
eyes glued upon her form as though he
was drinking in all her. loveliness, and
she did look beautiful beyond all com
parison in her wedding dress of white
silk, but somehow her mind wandered
back again to the picture on the wall,
nd again she let her eyes fall upon it.
Curiosity in itself is strong enough in
ny one, but it was some greater power
than this that urged Carol to walk over
to the picture. It seemed as though some
Invisible power had hold of her hand und
was leading her on.
She turned the little picture, gave one
fiance, and then, with a cry of disinny
and astonishment, let it fall back In its
old position.
She had gazed upon the face of her
father!
CIIAPTBR IX.
What did it mean?
This was the question that kept ringiiifj
"9 changes through her brain as she
stood there before that mysterious pic
ture. .
The face was thnt of a man in the
prime of life, evidently between thirty
five and forty, and so different wus it
from the Lawrence Richmond of the pres
ent that she might not have recognized
t had not she seen a copy of the same
Picture upon the wall at home.
What mystery was this? By what
f'ght did this lone woman, who came
froin no one knew where, have her fath
er's picture upon the wall? Was the
fact of its face being turned in to be con
sidered an insult, or what? Her blood
began to leap through her veins, but she
as suddenly aroused by the voice of
Roger.
"Carol!" 4
A simple pronounclation of her name.
Dtthere was that in the tone that caus
1 her heart to seemingly stand still.
Roger had only obtained a glimpse of
the face that was inclosed in the gold
frame and turned to the wall, and he had
jot recognized it, of course. His uilnd,
o, was upon other things, and he paid
little heed to the emotion of the young
S'rl save as It referred to him.
lie came a step closer to her. His arms
were held out, his pleading eyes fixed up
on her own with a glance that was al
most fascination.
How she longed to throw herself into
those arms and be forever at rest; but
he knew full well guilt would never let
ner rest, and, with a heroism worthy of
e olden martyrs, she stilled her throb
J'ng heart as best she could, and held
back. .
What did she believe of him, standing
.there and looking him in the eyes 7
The story of Nora Warner, as told by
BY FATE
ROMRT80N
that unfortunate girl herself, must have
flashed Into her mind like lightning, but,
with her eyes upon Roger Darrel', hand
some, honest face, she was as sure that
fully as that she drew breath
That Nora Warner was his wretched
wife she understood too well, for had he
not himself acknowledged the stain up
on his name; but that he had acted the
part of a villain toward her Carol could
never believe.
Wonderful, is It not, what things dart
through the mind in a few seconds of
time? Roger could bear the silence no
longer. When he spoke his voice vibrat
ed with emotion, which he tried in vain
to suppress.
"Carol, my own love, for the last time
I come to yon. a suppliant. Pride has
given way before the love that floods
my soul. You may hate me for thus
tempting you, but I do not look at it in
the same light you do. The shame of
the past is buried in the mad house. Why
should this woman come between as?
Oh, my poor darling, why were you curs
ed with a love like mine, that seems to
blight where it falls; and yet if I could
serve you by having my poor body tor
tured, willingly would I underao the in
fliction. You believe me, do you not. be
loved?" "You know I do, Roger. You know that
my heart is wholly yours, and ever will
be, but once again I tell you what you
ask can never be. There rests between
us a deep and unfathomable abyss. My
heart is breaking, Roger, but better that
it should do so with love than shame and
disgrace."
"Shame and disgrace," he muttered,
repeating her words almost unconscious
ly, and with a vague look upon his face.
"Forgive me for saying it, dear, but I
cannot ever be your wife while Nora
Warner lives. Her death can wipe out
the shame, nothing else. Until then we
can be nothing to each other."
A light leaped into Mb face that was
most wonderful to see. It seemed trans
figured, and the sadness of woe unutter
able gave way to the brightness of hope
and, joy.
"Carol," he said, huskily, "would you
be my wife if Nora Warner were dead,
so that her name would be all that was
left of her? Would that Indeed wipe
out the disgrace that has fallen upon
the name in your eyes?
"To both of your questions I have but
one answer yes! Heaven knows how
willingly I would Join my lot with yours,
to be with you always, In sickness or in
health; but while Nora Warner lives it is
impossible. Give up all thoughts of such
happiness, dear Roger, for it is beyond
reach."
She pitied him the more since she had
seen that glad light leap into his eyes,
for she felt sure that he was building up
false hopes.
"Not so far as you imagine, my darling.
Even now it seems to me the skies are
growing brighter," he said, drawing forth
a. letter.
"What do you mean, Roger?"
"Nora Warner is dead!" he replied,
slowly.
The girl gave a start, and an exclama
tion fell from her lips.
"Imnosslble!" she cried.
"Not so. dearest. Read that letter, and
you will see that what I have told you
was the truth. Nora Warner, poor girl.
has found rest The letter was delayed
in finding its destination, and some kind
fate directed it into my nanus, iieau.
This was what she read in the great,
wl of a man who hnd been a
scholar once, perhaps, but never a goou
penman:
"Mr. Roger Darrel:
viSii-The voung woman whom you
nsttnmittoii to mv care. Nora Warner,
made her escape from the asylum a week
since, and drowned herself in the river.
We have this day succeeded in finding the
body, which, though badly mutilated by
thn finhes. has been identified by articles
of clothing as that of your unfortunate
wife. It shall wait ror you iwo
...a 0 h tprmination of that period,
should you not some, will have the body
interred. With deepest sympathy for your
great loss, I subscribe myself, your hum-
ble servant, p
.ii..;m ti,imhi on the Potomac."
She read this through and then handed
it back to him with a look of pain on her
face.
"This Timothy Grim, M. D., may on
-j!n nornsions be a keen man. but
fate has made a football with him, or
else this letter has been purposely de
laved so that any deception he may have
intended could be carried out. One thing
is sure: Nora Warner is in the flesh for
Aar. nttor this letter was written. I
.. ..wi nnv..rsed with her, face
.. i 1: ' ,i Wp! What can she want,
poor girl; but why need I ask If that
17 so? then all is gloom again where I
had caught a glimpse of dawn, and the
Slnwlllbeallthe darker and the
Mm r from you forever
. - hi tt At npnmistj ui ii
Some hing seems to tell me thnt If we
nart now it will be never to meet again.
His eyes were glued upon her face, full
liis eje the obgorbng
Ev T hat Pd his soul, and she
trembled under the look, knowing her
weaknesB now that love had such a pow
T, over her heart; but she summoned up
her courage and resolutely shut out the
alluring scene that came Deror , r.
... .v.... 1. hut one answer,
said "Love an command -my life, but
" can neler cause me to forget Mthat I
I T.nnA As the dearest friend I
ir I- you' but mo"
than that you cannot, must not be while
she lives. My answer is heaven heln
us both go!"
He nerved himself to meet it Iik a
man, but it was. a terrible blow.
Carol, it mav h vmi aro riehf th,ii..ii
I am too blinded by love and sorrow to
comprehend it.. In the, future I shall be
to you a friend in time of need. I tfhall
come and see you here, but never again
as your lover. Then if there is any rela
tive to whom you would ,Jike to go, I
will take you there. 1 hear Mrs. Ran
dall coming. Trust jn her, for she is a
true friend. And now farewell, my iove,
my life. Farewell, farewell."
Panting, she struggled from his fierce
embrace. . He stood there looking at her
while she grew calm and Icy cold. Then
turning, he took his hat and left the old
mill. - -.
She sank back with clasped hands and
tearful eyes.
Give me strength, oh Father in heav
en, for the light of my life goes out with
him!" ,
- CHAPTER X.
When Mrs. Randall entered the room..
the mind of the young girl leaped again
to tne mystery that had engrossed it be
fore Roger Darrel made his appeal for
life and love her father's picture turned
with its face to the wall. .
What was there in the hidden past -of
this still handsome woman that connect'
ed her with Lawrence Richmond? 1
The widow had not even heard Carol's
name from Roger, he having only stated
the bare facts, and she had consented at
once to aid him, her soul recognizing the
injustice of such a forced marriage.
Carol possessed a part of her father's
determined character, and she did not
long beat about the bush, Though her
question apparently startled the widow,
there crept a shadow of pain Into her
face and her voice trembled as she said:
"People often turn to the wall the pic
tures of those dead. He is dead to me."
"Was he a great friend, then?" asked
Carol, breathlessly, her eyes glued upon
Mrs. Randall's face. .
"He was more than that, child. Ah! It
is a sad thing to have the one you. love
best upon earth turn upon you and revile
you to wrongfully accuse you of thnt at
which your heart recoils in horror; to
send you from him as he would a leper,
and at one fell sweep, wipe out the hap
py past. I loved him," she continued, irt
low, sad tone, "as man was never
loved. I have loved him so truly that I '
have forgiven the great wrong he did
mo, though my pride would never allow
me to seek his presence again. Upon the
dear graves in the gunny South I have
shed bitter tears, but when I think how
I shall meet them above, where the truth
will be made known, and my heart shown
to be as spotless as the marble shaft
that marks their grave, I take hope
again."
It was at this point that the first gleam
of the light that was soon to overwhelm
Carol, came into her mind, one could
only sit there with all her senses strain
ed, drinking In the sweet voice of the
widow and await the coming shock.
'Trouble and sorrow have been my
lot. Ah! I never thought I should sur
vive that dreaunu nignt, and many a
time since I have looked back to shud
der and feel my heart grow cold with
the horror that took possession of it. He
turned a deaf ear to my pleadings ray
vows and cursed me, but for thnt I hnve
foreiven him. for I wns innocent. His
curse went home. God punished him, -ih
how terribly, and yet at the same time
had to suffer with him, for were they
not mv darlings? Not. one was left; he
alone remained to curse tne blight tnai
hnd fallen upon his home, the desolation
that had robbed him even as he had rob
bed mo." 1
All this while Carol had been utterly
unable to speak a word, but now nhe
recovered her brenth.
"In heaven's name, who are you, and
what relation do you bear to Lawrence
Richmond?" she gasped, her eyes aflame
with eager expectancy.
"I was told afterwards that the courts
had made us strangers, but for elgttt
vcars he called me by that dearest name
on enrth wife. I am nothing to Jilin
now save the wretched woman from
whom he was divorced, and who lovca
him still in snite of her wrongs; but
why do you ask? lour face is white,
nnd vour hands tremble. You advance
townrd me you hold out your arms. No,
It must be a dream, for they all sleep un
der the magnolias. Girl with the cyea
and face of my dead Carol, what relation
does this man bear to you?" and she tore
down the hidden picture, holding it in
front of Carol's face. . : .
"He-is my father!"
(To be continued.)
Lucky Naval Officer.
Lieutenant Commander A. B. Willlts,
whose -family lives in Germnntown
has written nn Interesting letter home
from his ship, the Iowa, which is
cruising in South American watera
with the South Atlantic squurtron. Ibe
officer tells how hint month the sqund-
ron was halted In the harbor of a lit
tle Southern city thnt was much ex
cited over a lottery drawing soon to be
nulled off. An ensign on a sister Hhlp
of the Iowa bought for ?l a one-tenth
chance at the $100,000 prize, and then,
out of Idle curiosity, attended the
drawing.
There was considerable rlgamnrole
for n time, and a dark-skinned native
posted on a board a number the win
nlng number. The ensign "looked at
his ticket, and It wns the same number
as that which hnd won. He could not,
be said afterward, speak. He had to
walk out Into the air. Ills delight was
Indescribable. The next day one of the
officials of the lottery brought to him
aboard bis ship a bng containing $10,
000 In gold. As he la poor, and as he
Is also married, he thinks the money
will come In very bandy. Philadelphia
Record.
MASCULINE HANDSHAKE HAS TAKEN
THE PLACE OF THE FEMININE KISS.
T
HE newspapers are now chronicling the passing of the kiss. Of
course, there may be some kisses still exchanged by unregenerate ones,
but the kiss between women really seems a thing of the past.
Time was when one feminine met another feminine whom she
knew, be It ever so slightly and be the place ever so Inconvenient, that she
kissed hor, thus knocking her bonnet awry and severely rumpling her temper
and her collar.- . , ,x
. When women didn't kiss they glared at each other and said, frigidly,
"How d'ye do," and then all the spectators knew a fight waa on, and their
respective friends took the principals aside and asked anxiously: "What did
she say about you?" ;
-,: Particularly was such osculation a habit with Southerners, and when
the clans met, as at church In the country, when they hadn't seen each other
for a week or more, the exchange of caresses was so general that even the
men became Involved sometimes, and the boys only escaped through run
ning away and hiding In the tall grass back of the edifice.
Then the fashion changed, and really elegant people who were not more
than second cousins to each other began presenting a cool and freshly pow
dered cheek for the kiss Instead of the lips. This was commenced with a
regard for hygiene, no doubt, but It was soon so satisfactory that two cheeks
were always pressed together now, and there was no pretense at a warmer
greeting. ... , . .
This had an additional advantage in that one lady could not call another
lady Judas when she merely presented her cheek and not her Hps.
A little later It went out of fashion to salute each other warmly at all
when two women met ou the street or In a public place.
It was bruited about that demonstration In public was In bad taste, and
so since there must be some way of welcoming a friend, the manly' band
shake came In.
There were some elderly ladles who disliked this as masculine and un
fitting, and who persisted In pecking dutifully at the ears of their relatives,
even when they met in the theater, but by far the majority of the sex took
to the handshake as a diplomatic way out of trouble. You see It la very
hard to reach the face of a person who wears a Gainsborough hat, while it
And so there Is no more kissing; at least, there Isn't much. And It Is
quite beautiful to see the girls solemnly pressing each other's hands and
asking after each other's health. But there Is no lack of affection nowadays
dear me, no! we are all quite as fond of each other as In the days of the
perpetual kiss, and we are glad to be let down so easy In the matter of
caresses. Baltimore News.
RHODE ISLAND FISHHAWKS.
They Are Protected by the State at
All Seaon.
The author of a 'recently published
novel, the scene or wnicn is , iaia in
Rhode Island, refers to the flshhawk
as "Rhode Island's best-loved bird."
Perhaps that is a true assertion, al
though the succulent turkey comes in
for a fair share of the esteem be
stowed by this little State on the
feathered tribe, while Mrs. McNally's
hen is unquestionably Rhode Island's
most distinguished bird, says the Prov
idence Journal. Not to quibble, how
ever, it may as well be admitted that
the flshhawk Is a popular bird In
Rhode Island and In all likelihood no
other species which flies gets as much
protection at the hand of his State as
does his majesty. The statute forbid
ding his molestation in or out of the
breeding season Is as rigidly enforced
as that applying to short lobsters.
Barrlngton, Warren and Bristol, the
three towrumlps forming Bristol Coun
ty, afford favorite haunts for fihhawk
to nest From the train and street
cars can be seen here and there sup
ported on the limb of a great pine
tree, a mass of sticks, leaves and rub
bish, which the birds have collected
for a home.
They are as little particular where
they build as to the material which
they combine into their house and the
top of an electric light pole or the
steeple of a church is as acceptable as
the breeziest tree which ever support
ed a bird. Down on Long Island Sound
is a flshhawk's nest in the strangest
place of alL Not far from the iniag
inary lines bounding Rhode Island,
Connecticut and New York, there runs
into the sound a long reef, which Is
marked a mile or so from shore by a
spindle. The end- sticking above the
surface of the water for ten or dozen
feet bears a basket-like arrangement,
which lias struck a flshhawk as an
idpal nlace for a summer home and
there It has reared, as It has for sev
eral seasons past, a flock of hungry
young birds. The wind always blows
around the spindle, but the waves nev
er leap high enough to threaten the
nest and for miles at the osprey's front
and back doors stretches the ocean
teeming with the fish on which
preys. A more desirable location for
such a habitation it would be almost
Impossible to find. No other flshhawk
need apply, however, for the present
occupant holds a life lease of the preni
Ices and" Is fully prepared to defend It
against all comers.
Knew the Limits.
The lnte Willlnm M. Lvarts once
discovered E. Dclafleld Smith, the
well-known lawyer and corporation
counsel of New York City, singing in
church with all his heart He whls
pered to a friend:
"Why, there is Smith singing
Want to Be An Angel.' I know he
wanted to bo district attorney, but I
didn't know he wanted to be an an
gel."
The remark was repeated to Mr,
Smith, and quick as a flash came the
retort:
"No, I have never mentioned the
matter to Evarts, knowing that he had
no influence in that dlrectlonP'
TV .Iking Craze of Paris.
Paris has the walking craze. In
recent race around the fortifications, a
distance of 38 kilometers, or about 24
miles, there were 650 competitors.
Borne men make a living by letting
their wires keep boarders.
DRUM CAPTURED AT BUNKER HILL
One of the most valuable historical
relics in the United States Is a drum
that sounded at the battle ef Bunker
Hill and saw service in some of the
greatest encounters In the Revolution.
It Is now the property of the Rlchnrd
A. Pierce Post Grand Army of the Re
public, of New Bedford, Mass. It is a
snare drum, of British make, much
larger than the same character of
drum to-day. It was brought over to
this country by a young English red
coat. .He was killed at Bunker Hill,
and the drum fell Into the hands of the
Continentals. Israel Smith, the grand
sire of Levi Smith, who presented the
drum to the post, was the drummer in
the famous Rhode Island company that
stood the charge at Bunker Hill. La
ter, when the soldiers drew lots over
the drum, young Smith became Its
possessor. Many a lusty charge Levi
Smith beat on the drum during the
long struggle that followed. Then, in
1812, young Israel Smith marched
away with the old drum slung over
his shoulder.
Unexpected Shrinkage.
It Is generally uuderslood that qual
ity of mind and not size of body deter
mines the place a man fills in the tem
ple of fame; but two countrymen, of
whom the New York Times tells, were
evidently In doubt about It.
One day during the congressional ca
reer of Major General Joseph Wheeler
two rural visitors were In the House
gallery taking in the proceedings on
the floor. One of them noticed the
general flying about as was his wont
"Who's that little chap down there
In front talking to the big fellow?" he
asked of bis companion.
"UlesBed If I know," replied the
other.
Some one sitting back of them ven
tured the Information that It was Gen-i
eral Wheeler, of Alabama.
"Well, I declare!" said the first one.,
"I've heard that a feller might be a!
good deal of a man at home, but when;
he conio to Washington he wa'n't so
much of a henvywnlght; but I didn't
suppose they'd dwindlo away like'
that"
Very Much a Millionaire.
Quizzer Is be a multimillionaire?
Whizzer Oh, my, yes. In fact, lie's
so multy that he can afford to run over
ordinary .millionaires and then let his
secretary attend to the damages.
New York Bun.
Golden Kg-les Increasing.
Golden eagles are Increasing In Scot
tish highlands, owing to the efforts
mads by large land owners for their
preservation.
Old Sot
Though there art huge spoU on the
sun, there are no flies on lt--PUt-burg
Qantta.