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CHAPTER XIX. (Continued.)
They left tne broken vehicle, the pros
trate horses that struggled and kicked in
vain attempts to free themselves from
the harness and rise, and in the darkness
.and the storm pursued with all possible
haste the road to the chateau. There
was no shelter near. The light form of
Rose was as nothing in the strong arms
of the marquis. Rapidly he bore her
along, keeping . the folds of his cloak
well wrapped about her.
We are almost at the Tillage," said
Francis Egerton, as he supported his
companion with a lover's tenderness that
met now with no repulse.
For Helen Montauban knew nothing of
it.; She was saying to herself, "Is Rose
dead?Has she escaped me? Am I to
be spared my work at last?" She listen
ed for a sigh a groan, from the lips of
tha inanimate figure that was borne be
fore her. No sound was heard from
them. -Already, a strange fever of joy
mingled with the shivering excitement,
the awe,' "the horror, which Helen Mon
tauban had felt-i She never heeded the
rain that poured over her in sheeted tor
rents; the wild winds raged in vain for
her now; they were unheard. She only
longed for light light, to behold that
childish countenance to know the truth.
But so near were they to the farm
houses now that no delay was made; the
first one was entered, and Rose placed
upon a couch, while the farmers' wives
crowded about, with earnest kindness
and sympathy, to render assistance. But
at the sight of that pale, quiet face, those
closed eyelids and colorless lips, they
were silent; and some whispered among
themselves, "She is dead!" while others,
with scarce a hope, jet seeking still for
one, worked OTer the lifeless form. And
without stood tb marquis and the Count
de Clairville and Francis Egerton by the
fire in the great farm kitchen, in dread,
silence and suspense. "i:f. '
Helen Montauban and the countess had
entered the chamber where s Rose was
laid, and rough yet comfortable garments
were 'offered them to replace their own
dripping ones. The countess was already
making this welcome and really neces
sary change; but Helen Montauban,
thrusting them from her, pressed to the
uch. r; 'V ''": ,
"Stand aside!" she said to the woman.
And she knelt down there to look at that
pallid face, pound - which the dripping
chestnut curls were lying in shining
-;frlnassesrvvnarth
.reddened;
"See see! she lives she breathes!" ut
tered one of the women, in an eager,
tremulous tone, subdued almost to a
whisper "she liTes!"
, "It is a lie!" muttered Helen Montau
ban, between those beautiful shut teeth.
A moment elapsed. The women gath
ered, with glad, excited, hopeful eyes,
about the couch those poor, simple, honest-hearted
peasant women, praying for
that yonng life, whose slender thread one
among them would so. gladly have seen
broken. '" And fiercely watched that one,
with a! burning glance, a heart that stood
ail but still. It was no lie!
Slowly those lovely eyes unclosed, and
rested upon the glad, smiling faces gath
ered about the couch. There was no rec
ognition in them at first; but presently,
meeting the anxious glance of the good
countess, who bent over her, she sighed
faintly, and patting her hand. Jo her head.
Whispered, "O, yes; I remember I re
member now!"
Helen Montauban was gone. In an ad-
Joining chamber she removed the satu
rated garments she had worn, and sub
stituted for them the apparel seat from
the chateau by a domestic; then proceed
ing to the kitchen, joined her father and
his companions,' who had just learned
that Rose had revived. The head of the
marquis was bowed, his face buried in
his hands. The emotion of gratitude he
felt at the bringing back of that young
life almost overcame him. .
The night passed and morning broke,
clear and still above the earth, where so
lately all had been commotion. The voice
of the tempest had died away in silence.
Broad and fair the sunlight shone above
the pleasant Talley. They bore Rose
with gentleness and care back to the cha
teau. She was quite ill, almost unable
to move a limb from weakness. The in
juries that others had escaped, she had
t received; and from being so long exposed
to the storm, there was every reason to
believe that serious consequences would
ensue. .,.--,,.,. ,
And the apprehension ' was justified.
During the day her indisposition Jncreas-
ed, and at night, feverish and delirious.
she tossed upon her couch, with a wild
brilliancy in those soft eyes, and a
scorching flush upon her beautiful cheek.
It was pitiful to hear her wanderine
words, and listen to the incoherent ming-
angs or sorrow and joy, m her wild de
lirium. The marquis looked upon her
once, and then turned away with stream
ing eyes from the room, to seclude him
self in the library, where he passed the
night in watchmgs. The Count Frederic
and Francis Egerton remained till dawn
in the saloon. Every domestic in the
chateau kept vigil during those long and
mournful hours; for not an eye ,could
close in slumber. Helen Montauban and
the countess had their post in that sick
, chamber, . beside the couch of the sicTc
girl, who recognized neither of them. All
night long she raved, and the flush burn
ed strong and steady on her cheek, and
tne ligntnmg s- flash was not more bril
liant than the fire scintillating from those
dark' eyes.
Slowly the leaden night hours waxed
and waned; and Helen Montauban sat
beside the pillow of Rose, regardless of
slumber. The countess, sitting by the
fire, still wept and 'prayed in silence. The
-doctor came to the bedside.
"You need rest, mademoiselle," he said;
"cannot I prevail upon yon to retire and
snatch a few hours' repose while I watch
here? ;The fatigue and exposure of last
night, though no present ill effects are
felt from them, may be productive of
evil consequences, if your nerves continue
thus overtaxed."
"Your pardon," returned' Helen, in cold
and quiet tones, "but I anticipate no un
pleasant results from our adventnre of
last night; and you must be conscious
that, even if such were not the case, I
should find it impossible to sleep now. I
must remain here."
"Ah well!" sighed the good old man;
"if you are fully determined on this, it
must be so; and I trust all will be well."
He sat down by, the bed, leaned his
head on his hand and fixed a thoughtful
and sorrowful glance upon the feverish
countenance turned towards him on the
pillow. Rose looked at him with her
wild, bright, piteous gaze.
"Where is Louis?", she asked; "where
is he? Why do they keep him from me?"
Tears stood in the "physician's eyes.
He laid his gentle hand, with its cool
touch, on that burning forehead. .- '
"Be quiet, my child," he said. "He will
come Louis will come."
"No no! he will not he will not
come!" she cried, with feeble grief. "I
have not seen him this long time. I
thought we were to be married. It was
a dream, as it not?" And again that
heart-breaking, sorrowful glance was
fixed on him. "I don't know why I am
lying here," she murmured, sadly, look
ing about her. "I ought to be ready to
meet him when he comes. But I am so
weak so tired! I believe I have been
journeying somewhere. Bat such a
strange journey! I don't thiyk it ever
will end; and I am wandering all alone.
And so weary, weary, weary! Ah, Louis,
Why don't you come and help me? You
said you loved poor Rose!"
Mournful and plaintive grew those rest
less, feverish tones; tearful and troubled
ths brilliant eyes; but still, though ex
hausted by her constant ravings, and
though her cheeks burned more hotly, and
her heart throbbed with terrible violence,
and her breathing was short and painful,
there was no rest for her. Still she raved
of Louis, and begged him to see how her
feet were torn and bleeding with the long
and weary way she came, and then she
would moan that he never would come
"never, neTer, never!"
And that wild, mournful wail might
hare drawn tears from a stone; but Helen
Montauban was more than a stone.
The doctor went out, leaving Helen
Montauban there to baths the heated
forehead of the sick girl, and offer water
to those parched lips. And she said,
looking down upon the stricken form be
fore her, "She is in my power!" .
Alas! only too completely so! w Made-i
mdirMoiitAubaa "had"!" gaiKifeofl
that M. Mery had but a slight hope of
Rose's recovery. It must be. No turn
ing back, or flinching, or hesitating, for
tnat desperate nature now! That hope
must never become a stronger one!
was hers to see to it. Pouring out the
water for which the sufferer prayed, ever
and anon, -her hand involuntarily clutch
ed the tiny vial concealed in her bosom,
Yet no! A little delay; the disease
might terminate fatally in a few days.
and spare her the work for which she
was prepared. But in case it were not
so, then It was a poison, subtle and
sure as death Itself. Few were there
who knew of such; few almost no tests
that could detect its presence. To Helen
Montauban had been given a knowledge
of this poison in by-gone years, and she
had guarded that knowledge like cold.
The secret, so long preserved, was likely
to Become useful to her now.
-
It was midnight. All over the chateau.
there was deep and heartfelt rejoicing;
duc was suDaued m its manifestations,
for the life that had so lately been pro
nounced safe was only slowly and faintly
fluttering up from the edge of the grave;
and every voice spoke in whispers, eTery
iootstep was mumed. All day she had
slept, and the - exhaustion produced by
her Tiolent and protracted delirium was
so great that that slumber had hardly
seemed like the rest of a living form. For
scarce the faintest breath could be per
ceived, or tne 6liKntest motion of that
feebly beatmg heart. Yet had the Dhv
sician filled the breasts 'of those about
him with a too delicious hope that hung
ior certainly upuu uer awaKemng.
Then had the evil desire of Helen Mon
tauban grown to an intensity that was
nendisn. Watcning, with her haggard
face and gleaming eyes, beside that
couch, she had fixed her serpent gaze no
on the almost lifeless being who lay there.
looting witn cruel and terrible eagerness
for the sign of death to set itself upon
that young sufferer's brow. Yet it came
not, and her eagerness grew almost into
madness. The one way remained. She
would make that sleep a lasting one!
But there was another watcher there,
The -aged physician had taken up his post
also by the couch. He, too, was waitine:
but it was for the angel of life not that
of death; and he stirred not from that
place. Not a morsel of food had passed
his lips that day. Since dawn he had
been there. And Helen Montauban. in
her fierce desperation at her own inabil
ity to accomplish the work so long medi
tated upon, was. almost insane. Still he
watched there; never for an instant was
his vigilance relaxed. And the hours
passed on and Rose awoke safe! .
The three ascended to the chamber
above, where lay the dying man. The
marquis started as he beheld him, stretch
ed out upon the couch, with his wild, un
shorn and emaciated countenance, and
coarse, rough garments, which he had
not suffered to be removed, presenting a
spectacle so wretched. ' The kind-hearted
old man could scarcely refrain from shed
ding tears as he gazed upon the wreck
of that one proud form.
"Is this indeed Hugh Lamonte?" he
exclaimed, advancing towards the couih.
"Who calls Hugh Lamonte?" shouted
the sick man, sternly; "who calls him
the outcast the robber? Who calls him.
I say? And who are you?" fixing his
wild, gleaming eyes upon the countenance
of the marquis. "Ah, Armande Montau
ban, I know you I know you!" he ut
tered, fiercely, trying; to spring upright,
yet failing, from very weakness. "Don't
come near me, or I shall murder you!
Where is Guldette? where is she? You
have hidden her from me! You have
wedded her; and she was mine mine!
You stole her from me! I will have your
blood!"
He sank back, exhausted, with white
lips.
"Look look," monsieur!" uttered the
cure, springing to the side of the mar
quis "look, M. Mery, the marquis is
fainting!" -
And even as he spoke, the heavy fall of
his friend attracted the physician's atten
tion. Consternation and alarm were vis
ible in his features.
"Let us carry him out into - another
room quick!" he said, excitedly.
Together they bore him to an adjoining
apartment, and there commenced the
application of restoratives. But some
moments elapsed ere he betrayed signs of
returning consciousness. Then he reviv
ed slowly, and for some time gazed fixed
ly upon the face of M. Mery. Then a
low moan escaped his lips.
"Gustave, I have seen my brother!'! he
uttered.
"Your brother?" echoed M. Mery, in
astonished excitement.
"It is true! It is Henri who lies there
frayed myself at last the brother who
swore vengeance on the husband of
Guidette?" He raised himself, with main
strength, upon his arm, and fiercely re
garded the marquis.
"Ah, "Henri, forgive ,aiel" - cried the
grief-stricken man.
' "Neverl" shouted Henri, madly. "I
have been ' revenged, on you; I have
brought sorrow and darkness to your
hearthstone, and I am satisfied! For the
sake of your child the angel who has
smiled upon a wretched life, and touched
an evil heart with her Innocence for her
sake I will atone, at this last hour, for
the misery I have caused you. You shall
be happy once more; but I will not for
give you for the wrong done to me nev
erno, never!" And raising his clenched
hand to heaven,' he sealed the declaration
with a fearful oath. ? Then he sank
down, exhausted. A shudder ran through
every form within that chamber.
ff"11 g-' as s ssaassssssasasssassssa r
The Honesty of Wonei. '
It has long been an axiom, in cases
of men who default, forge, abscond or
embezzle large sums, "Cherchez la
f emme." The expert takes for granted
that a woman is always behind such
dishonesties. Yet it would seem that
man excuses himself, in these cases,
at the expense of woman, as Father
Adam did in the Garden; for it Is
Henri." cried the marauis. throwing ' conspicuous fact that woman, when
himself on his knees beside the couch,;' employed in business affairs herself, is
recall those words, I-conjure you! Listen
to me. I knew not of the wrong I had
done you, .till it was too late: Guidette
deceived me; she never told me that you
loved her that she was betrothed to you!
I -wedded her, thinking her free. But
she was a curse to me. Ah, Henri, if you
desired revenge, she was the fittest in
strument!" The dying man's eyes were fixed earn
estly on his brother's face.
'.'Say it once more once more!" he
panted, eagerly; "tell me again that yon
were innocent that you knew not of our
betrothal that she deceived you, and was
false to me!" i . .
"It is true. Listen, Henri; I swear It!"
His face was pale; the tears streamed
from his eyes; his clasped hands, uplift
ed, trembled. ;
"Then pardon me, Armande, for the
injustice I have done you," faintly ut
tered Henri,, extending his almost' pow
erless - hands, and seeking that of his
brother "pardon me, and I shall die in
peace!" ri
The marquis clasped that wasted hand
- CHAPTER XX.
It was nearly morning when the cure
came to the chateau to request an inter
view with the marquis. He told him that
Hugh Lamonte was at the village inn
and dying. - The marquis, astonished and
affected at this sudden announcement, in
the midst of his joy for the safety of
Rose, prepared immediately to visit him;
and the physician, M. Mery, satisfied
that the most favorable change had tak
en place in his patient's case, left her
In the care of Mademoiselle Montauban
and the countess and accompanied the
marquis.
In a few moments the party arrived
at the auberge. Maurice met them with
a nominous countenance.
'How is he is there any change?" ask
ed the cure, anxiously.
None, monsieur," answered the man.
He raves still'; but he talks of some guil
ty deed to be atoned for some secret to
be confessed. I can make nothing' sat
isfactory, though, out of what he says,
he wanders so." ' - i
strikingly honest Women bookkeep
ers do not embezzle; women as mer
chants pay their debts promptly; worn
en as treasury clerks are known for
their integrity. .The. boarding house
keepers, themselves generally, women.
testify that their losses almost invari
ably come from male boarders, while
those of their own sex are to be de
pended upon for regular payments.
Woman, if left to herself. Is thus
found to be more honest than man.
In coming into the commercial world.
she brings to it a" high standard of per
sonal honesty. It is to this quality that
she owes part dt her rapid advance
ment . into the places which formerly
wereoccupiedbymen alone. She is eco
nomical and careful of her employer's In
terests, too, and he is not slow to rec
ognize her value in this respect. What
ever the drawbacks of feminine labor
and they are many woman's in
stinetlve honesty is an Important fac
tor in redressing the balance and in
clining the market in her favor.
If woman Is thus honest . in her
self, why does man excuse himself by
accusing her of making him dishonest?
It is safe to say In many cases a
woman is extravagant simply because
she has no idea whatever of her hus
band's business affairs, nor of the val
ue of money. ' It has happened more
than once that a. woman whose "ex
travagance has been the ruin of her
husband" has supported herself and
her children after the crash, and done
It honestly and "r economically. Of
course, there are dishonest women in
the world; but if there is one fact
proved by the entrance of women into
modern business, it is that their per
sonal honesty is at a premium, and
that man lags behind their standard.
Harper's Bazar.
HUGH LAMONTE' S 'DYING CONFESSION.
my brother Henri. Let me so to him.1
"My dear friend, be calm, I command
you," urged the physician, rently.
"I am calm; but I must go instantly. If
he should dis-ah, save him, I entreat
you." ,
Weak and trembling as he was, he
made them assist him to reenter the oth
er apartment. They advanced towards
the couch; there was a. different sight
there now. From the height of 'delirium
Hugh Lamonte was suddenly sinking into
a stupor. His eyes were almost closed,
Only faint, unintelligible murmurs broke
from his lips at times. He did not see
them approach. The eure and M. Mery
cast glances at each other. The marquis
comprehended them.
"You think he is dying, then?" he ask
ed. "Ah, save him, Gustave! We were
enemies once he and I. Let him live.
that we may once more embrace one another!"
"Be calm, my dear friend." entreated
the physician again, "and listen to the
truth. No power on'earth can save him
now; he is sinking fast. But maintain
your energies; he may . revive before
death, with the possession of his full rea
son. "'-.
"Ah, Henri!" murmured the marquis,
with indescribable emotion "my brother!
that I should recognize you thus, after
all these years! See see, Gustave!" and
he lifted the matted hair from the tem
ples of the unconscious man "see where
struck him once! I knew the mark.
Our father told me he would bear it to
the grave that scar."
"How," said M. Mery in a low voice,
can this be your brother? this man,
who, for twelve years,, has dwelt within
half a league of you, and who has only
been known as a peasant'
"Ah, I recognize him but too well!"
answered the marquis, sadly; "it is he
I know him now through the disguise that
has served him so long. And did you
not hear his words? He said I stole
Guidette from him. . Alas! it is but too
true, though I was innocent of wrong,
ienn my Drotner speas to me! say
that we are friends once more!
Eagerly he leaned over the couch, with
his eyes fixed upon the sick man's face;
but he was not recognized. There was
no intelligence in that dying glance. ; .'
Hugn or Henri, rather, awakened
from the dull stupor. But , it was only
the sudden and fitful flare of the expir
ing flame of lire, lie lay, for an instant,
glancing about the apartment; then look
ing upwards, he encountered the regards
of the good cure, who stood by the couch
in silence.
"Monsieur le cure, I recognize you," he
said. "I am dying is it not so?"
"It is true," answered the good man.
mournfully. "But there is yet time for
confession and -repentance."- ....
Confession repentance! You know.
then, that I have a confession to make
sins to repent of?" -
It Is a work which every dyine man
has to do, my friend.". .
The marquis advanced towards the
couch.
Henri, my brother!" he uttered, in sor-
owful tones.
HaJ you know me, then? I have be-
tenderly within his own. His tears fell
upon it.
Henri, I have nothing to forgive. , We
have both been unhappy," he uttered.
"Nay you do not know the misery I
nave caused you. But I repent. It shall
be confessed." His voice grew weaker.
"Where is Rose?" he asked.
bhe is at the chateau. . She has been
ill; but, thanks be to heaven, she is re
covering; answered the marquis, earn
estly.
It is well. Give her my blessing, If
she will receive it from me, when she
knows all. I have been a wretch; but
she'has been an angel in my miserable
home. "Ah, if the prayers of one so good
and pure as she could be offered to heav
en for my salvation, surely they would
be heard! Ask her to forgive, and pray
for me, Armande." He paused, panting
for breath, and unable for a moment to
continue. There "was a terrible and
mournful silence in the room. Suddenly
he regathered his wasting energies. -'Hear
me, Armande, my brother, while I have
strength left to make atonement. Be
neath the hearth at the cottage, you will
find an iron chest; it contains , my con
fession!" He paused again; his strength
was rapidly failing. A moment, and he
resumed, turning once more his fast-obscuring
eyes to his brother's face. "It
will tell i you of your lost daughter of
Marguerite!" he gasped. ' -
"Of Marguerite! Speak speak, Hen
ri!" cried the marquis, in terrible agita
tion; "tell me I divine it confess, I im
plore you! He cannot tell it he is dyine!
O, for a moment longer!" he said. "Hen
ri, tell me; breathe but one word; what
of Marguerite?", He bent down nearer,
waiting in awful suspense.
The glazing eyes opened again. The
lips moved. -J
"Armande, hear!" were the slow, pain
fully whispered words. ""Rose I stole
her! She is your child!"
, (To be continued.)
Ireeept and Practice '.
'We are slaves of custom," answered
Mr. Bliggins. "We tie ourselves down
to the tyranny of tradition and mock
the very men who seek to free us from
our shackles. We are too ready to
fear what people think too ready to
speed a thoughtless gibe "
Mr. Birggins suddenly stopped and
began laughing.
'What's the, matter?" asked his wife.
'Give me my hat, quick. There goes
Timmins with a straw hat on. First
straw hat of the .season! If I don't
make life a burden to him I'll know
the reason why." Washington Star.
British Empire as Bi as Africa.
The British Empire and Its depend
encies and colonies embrace 11,000,000
square miles, or about the size of all
Africa. '
Women make, their own opportuni
ties nowadays without waiting for op
portunities to come to them.
One of the most successful of the
dress manufacturing firms in this eity
is composed of two young women who,
while engaged In teaching, began in a
very modest way- to put out some origi
nal work in dressmaking. First with
the design for collarettes, then for
waists and finally for whole suits, these
women have gradually enlarged their
field until they supply some of the
largest retail stores here and in other
cities. Forty machines are run by
electricity, and two floors on a promi
nent thoroughfare are given up to their
work.
A flower shop has thfe month been
started In a western town by two New
York girls. "The well-appointed flower
shop," says the announcement, "Is nec
essarily an important factor In the so
cial and artistic success of the smart
functions of the present day-",. Floral
decorations for luncheons, dinners,
cotillons and weddings are to be under
taken, besides the regular sale of cut
flowers and plants.
, A woman who goes out by the day
for upholstery work is much In de
mand at this season. Her field Is not
limited, however, to the covering and
mending of chairs and sofas. She takes
np every detail in the house in the line
01 iurnismnffs mat need eewTnsr or
mending slip covers, dloor hangings,
curtains, seat cushions, cushion covers
and bedspreads.
This woman keeps up with all the
latest and best materials for such use
and advises upon them without buying!
She is supplied-with samples of many
of the small items that sometimes take
hours of shopping to find just where
they can be bought. With economical
customers she Skillfully -turns curtains
and pillow covers," changing even the
gimp in such a way as to hide the fad
ed portions. New York Sun.
BIG FIND OF INDIAN RELICS.
A Mound Burial Place in the Tusca
' rora Reservation Discloses Them.
What is believed to be the biggest
Indian barrow or burial pit of Huron
or Iroquois origin ever found has been
discovered . by John Mackay, a local
archaeologist, and Samuel Johnson, a
full-blooded Tuscarora, on the Tusca
rora reservation about fnnr
keep this in mind they would have such from the Niagara River at LPwWon
comfortable, satisfactory friendships above the old Ridm nH
With men. ' ' ' I Thi nlara l th. nM .t.i
. . . I - fiaieuu, Known .
wny not be content to be merely In Indian annals
friends without wondering whether or was thoroughly explored by School
the man means ; anything, else than craft who thoueht Kionntn . i.
friendship! ' ' portant Indian fortress hnii
When a man admires a girl It is most and storehouse. Schoolcraft fmirwi
natural that he should invite her to two elliptical barrows then, but miss
places of amusement and show, her ed the important one just opened. g
many pretty little courtesies,! but girls, Most of the Huron burial pits con
girls; do not lose both your dignity and tain about thirty skulls. This contain
your friend by mistaking his attentions ed 272 skulls and a vast number of
for intentions. Philadelphia" Bulletin.'
' AClty Woman's Chickens.
I breed the White Wyandots, and
during hatching season sell eggs for
matching at a, fancy price. ' I think
there is no better breed. ' We have
plenty of nice fresh eggs and chickens
to eat, besides what I sell. We live
in the city, and .1 raise my chickens
on a city lot. If a woman wants to
make pin" money, I know of no surer
or better way than in good poultry.
In the year 1899 I bought a trio of
fine thoroughbred chickens and a few
scrub hens to hatch the eggs.of'my"
thoroughbred chickens. The first year
I did not sell many' eggs or chickens,
but in 1900 I sold $76.50 worth. In 1901
I bougth a few' more chickens, and
with the few I had left over, from
them I sold $38.35 worth of chickens
and eggs. In 1902 I sold $57.98 worth.
During the month of January; 1903,
I got 25 dozen eggs and in February "I
got 29 dozen from 29 hens. I readily
sold them for 35 and 40 cents per doz
en. Now I have about 40 chickens.
Mrs. J. C. W., in Farm and Home.'
bones. Besides the skull
four brass kettles, four big stone pipes,
3,000 beads, shell ornaments and
pieces of wampum, . twenty-two iron
axes, many rings and two swords.
The, axes and some of the beads show
the barrow to be not more than 200
years old. The beads which show this
are known to collectors as Jesuit
beads, being rounder and containing
more colors than those of Indian man
ufacture. "
The Tuscaroras came to their pres
ent reservation in 1781, immediately
after Sullivan's raid upon the Six Na
tions. They are sure the mound has
nothing to do with their own history.'
It is undoubtedly of Huron origin.
The Hurons brought their dead to
designated - places for . burial, often
waiting several years for the number
to grow large. The barrow just found
closely : resembles those opened near
Georgian Bay, but Is larger. It is '
about 16 feet square and 4 feet deep.
The skulls were all placed on flat
rocks while the - bones were strewn
about promiscuously., This is in ac
cordance with Huron custom. Tha
Senecas and the Iroquois usually pre
ferred 'single graves.1-
The find is a rich one. ; Mr. Mackay
The Secret of Beauty Is Health.
Those who desire to be beautiful
should do all they can to restore their
health if they have lost It, or keen it if hs taken what relics he wants and
they have it still. It Is impossible for nas given his Indian companion the
anyone to lay down specific rules for rest- -New York Sun. -
other people In these matters.' The
work which one may do, the rest, ex
ercise, baths, are matters for Individual
consideration, but, none the less, they
must all be carefully thought of and
never neglected. As a rule, when a per
son feels well, he looks well: when
he feels 11L he looks 111. There are
times when one can guess without look
ing In the glass that the eyes are dull
and; the. skin is mottled. . This is not
FAITHFUL DOa
Guarded
Treasure, bnt Death Was
His Sole Seward.
Here is a pathetic story told to my
Informant, the venerable Judge N. A.
Patterson, by his father, as .an inci
dent of which he knew. .- . ,
In the early days of North Caro
lina a man rode a lone distance on
Sssefor anyeiternal application,, for hundred dollars. He took with him,
have a fresh complexion and bright for company, and as a protection
ZT'ZTl iff8 Md 8 against robbers, a dog to winch he'
gracerui ngure, you must be well, hurt inno- ivit
Health and the happiness which comes
from it are the true secrets of beauty.
Health Culture.
Nothing more completely baffles one
who Is full of trick and duplicity than
straightforward and simple Integrity in
another. Colton. ,
'Friendship Mistaken for Love.
A great many girls make the mistake
of taking men's attentions too serious
ly. The moment a man shows the
slightest Interest in them they begin
to look on him in the light of a pos
sible husband. Instead of winnlne a
husband they very often lose a friend.
The man is frightened away when he
learns what is expected of him. He
has been attracted to some girl by her
bright personality or her pretty face.
He would like to be friends with her,
but he does not for one moment dream
of marrying her. .., He regards the
friendship as purely platonic. .
, Not so. the girl, however. She cam
not, to save her life, keep the personal
element out of her side of the game.
"She wonders at once if he means any
thing serious.
In justice to the girl' I must say that
her foolish, well-meaning friends , are
largely responsible for her perverted
views. They tease her about the man
and make her self-conscious, prophesy
ing all sorts of romantic endings to the
friendship, and naturally . the . girl's
common sense is somewhat biased by
their nonsense.
All good, true men like to form firm,
sensible friendship with women, but
they don't fall In love with every wo
man they admire. If girls would only
...;:.;..'.. "
lected the money, all in silver dollars.
These he tied , up in a strong sack.
lashed it to the saddle behind him,
and started for home. '
When they had traveled about half
of the homeward journey the dog man
ifested a great deal of uneasiness, to
which he gave expression by nervous
barkings and frequent dives at the
horse's forelegs. The man was sorely
puzzled, and watched the -dog for some
time to see if he could find an expla
nation of its strange conduct. His re-,
luctant . conclusion was , that it had
been bitten by a mad dog and was th
victim of . hydrophobia. And so to
save his horse and to put the poor dog ;
out -of the misery he supposed it was '
suffering, he drew a pistol and shot it.
Not, wishing, to see, it die, he applied
the spurs to his horse and rode rapidly
for some distance. The thought cam
to him, "I would rather have lost the:
money than to have been forced to kill-
that good dog."
Thus reminded of the treasure, hel
put his hand around behind the sad-'
No Chicken. - . ale to Bee lr tDe DaS W Safe, but it
Mrs. Taddells Let see! Susie was not the- He turned and rapidly
Dimling Is about twenty years old, isn't rode Dacfc- When he reached the point
she? ' where the dog first commenced to bark
Mrs. Wiffles-Susie Dimling twenty! and plunge at the horse's legs he.
Susie Dimling. will never see twenty found the bag of coin, and the poor.
' A Pretty Cactus.
Under the popular names of whin-
cord and rat-tall cactus, this. plant is
well known, and probably is the most
generally known of all the cereus, ex
cepting cereus grandiflora. The stems
are very slenderv about half an inch
in diameter, and they grow to ' the
length, of four or. six. feet, being of
pendulous habit When flowering, this
has a most striking effect, the bright
rosy-colored flowers,' which ; are 1 pro
duced, uv spring and . early summer,
being extremely attractive. Owing to
its very pendulous habit, this , species
is generally seen to better advantage
graitea on a stem of the columnar ce
reus, upon any of which it seems quite
at home. : The rat-tail cactus can be
utilized in various ways, as It requires
Dut very. little pot room.". It can be
grown in 'a sea-shell, "horn, or almost
any other object. -
again if she lives to be eighty.
' '' :' ' Little Hints.' " ' 7 .
Alcohol is one of the best of cos
metic remedies. ...
Deep breathing in pure air is a
health preservative.
Overeating will give you a red nose
and a sallow complexion. . ,
Sunshine, exercise and fresh air are
the best ; cure for insomnia.
Don't go to bed hungry. - A glass of
milk or a cup of chocolate will refresh
Grapes are healthful and fattening.
as they contain a large amount . of
sugar. .
A glass of hot , water before break
fast is a laxative and tones ud the
system.' '' ' ' ; - X j . ; .
Hair that splits at the ends should
be trimmed with a pair of sharp scis
sors or singed.. , -; s ; : v v : ;
victim of . his cruel mistake dvlna:
there, with his paws resting patiently"
on either side of his master's treasure.
He had tried so hard to make the mas
ter understand' but had failed, and,
paid his life as the price of his fidel
ity. Springfield Republican. '
Took it Literally. V
Englishmen are proverbially matter-
of-fact, and find it hard to understand!
our modes of expression.- -'i.7 f
One of them, In company with an
American , friend, was pushing and,
shoving at a gateway of the Reading
Terminal recently, thinking ' that he
would be late for his train. '
The guard, somewhat' ; angrily, re
monstrated with him, saying:
'Just keep your shirt on, there.
You'll get through in time."
When ne finally got through he turn
ed and glared at ' the guard. Then
turning to' his;friend, remarked:
T nrnnlai . if . tnat 1 wio ct 1
'?:AiWt going to pull my. shirt
off right here in public?"
tips will generally break the habit; of
biting the nails.
Nervous people should take light ex
ercises, ' increasing them daily " as
strength is gained. " v
Flout spread thickly on a burn wilf
prevent blistering and the scars that
are likely to follow. s,
Orris , root., imparts a delicate fra
grance to the breath , and .can be
bought In small sticks.
Don't eat potatoes, peas, macaroni.
cream, olive oil, pastry and bonbons,
if you want to lose flesh. ,
Don't drink sparkling waters and
unsweetened lemonade, if you want td
gain flesh. They act directly on fatty
tissue. , . " - " .
f - - .-- . . . .
Don't think you can eat too much
spinach, lettuce watercress, dandelion
and carrots. Thev nr mmnloTtnn
beautiflers ; . .
vfi" ? Double Measure. '' '; ;''f i',
, Doctor Your .husband needs, a rest;
He must go to Europe for six months.
Mrs. Nagget Oh! J I shall be de
lightedot go there! ; - f
' Doctor Good idea! You may go for5
six months , when he gets back. ; . That
will give; him a whole year's rest
Philadelphia Press. .; . . ; . ..
Never Worth the Price. .:.
. " After all, it takes a woman to drive
a bargain." .
"Unless the bargain should happen
to be a horse." '
- "Huh! Did you ever hear of a horse
that was a bargain?" Philadelphia
Ledger... -jf- . . ,, , . -. . .
- A man is sometimes known by the
things he might have done but didn't