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About Bohemia nugget. (Cottage Grove, Or.) 1899-1907 | View Entire Issue (Jan. 1, 1904)
The Contrabandist; on. One Life's oiiapthh xxi. It wna evening; nnil, In the chamber o( tho young girl no lately reclaimed from mo very portals nf den III, lliu deepest mill lieaa rrlmicil. Hoftlr burned llui ahnilcil Innipa, casting- n subdued clow nliuul tint apartment, yet , dlapoied as to leave In shadow lliv iMirlitlni'il couch nn.l IU slum bering occupant. For Itunx win alreplng cnlmly, mi calmly, o quietly, that jou mlilit nlmnat have thought hrr ilt-ml, Tho breath Hint Hunted from thoao pnlo Hps waa arnrrely prrreptlhle, though rmulnr. a inurli imil lllursa reduced her strrugtli. Hlic slept, nor dreamed of danger. I'or Iho first time to-day the Invalid was left nluiic. Hut aiiddctily the door near I ho Iiriul of Jho couch wns opened liolaeloaaly, nml with uluw mul stealthy million, from Without. A t nil. light rol.nl, ghost-llko form glided In wltliuut n noiiml iilinnt-Hhf. except for tho largo, brilliant ilnrk eyes tlmt gleamed mora wildly limn evrr to-night, nml Ihu crlm on apot of excitement burning on either cheek, whllo nil tlio rrM nf Hint fnco wee eahy white. It win llrlcn Montmilinnl What more flltluE time wnn tlrrre for tier work of aril to t accomptlahrd? Nona could witness hrr now; iioiid were nrnr (til place. An.) tlm tiny llssk glramnl In thn softened Unlit, m ilin drew It from her Ikiioiii, Ono hand, hohllnir the vlnl. waa atretrh nl forth to tlio sllvrr cup art upon tbe aland liy tlio brdalilo, Courage, and the work In done. Yet tlmt guilty hand ahook with frnr, si, drop by drop, the polaon waa pouri'il Into tlio cup. And llrlrn MonUiilian glanced fearfully towanla tlio iloor liy which alio hail cntcrcili lor it l' moat seemed, to hrr mlsrrable, horror truck fancy, that aomo ono muat b watching hrr. A ahailow hail atartlrd hrr. With a ghastly smile at her own nrrvntisnraa, ah Itrnlly mingled thn polaun with thn nluht drink of Hoar; thru, aa uularlraaly aa alio had rnlrrrd, returned to hrr own room acroaa tlm gallery. It waa donal What hail alio to ftnr now? Who would ever drram, when Iho hour of death cauir, that aiirh n tener aa thla had hrrn cm ployed? Closing I tin door, alio paced her chamber rratlraaly, with both hanila rlaaped tightly agalnat hrr heart, whoa violent throhblnga rcmrd to All with rlainoroua auund thla awful midnight al lelic?. I.lttenlng In nluioat Intolerable auaprnsr, mid purine hrr apartment, oho waited for aouie algual from tho oppoalto chamber. A wholn hour pnaard. Then thcro wna a aound-n light atrp-ln tho nailery. It wna tin- Couutraa do Clalrvlllr. rrlurn IliB to tho hcdaldo of Itnae. Helen Moll tailban could rnduro thla auapemo no longer. Hlio inuat aer, with hrr own ryra. Iho ronclualon of thla Iraiedy. Kinerg Ins from hrr npartiurnt, thrreforr, alio Jolonl tho rountrai, aa alio rotrrrd tho opiioalta door. "Ah, my dear, la that you? Then you bare hem aalrrp alao?" aald tho countraa, amillng. "Hut It la rather chilly to-night do you not think ao?" "Yra-lt la cold," uttered llolen Mon tauban, hoaraely "It la coldl" aud alio shlvrrrd. Hh drew near tho flro and crouched hiidderlngly orrr the broad blaie, The Countraa do Clalrvlllo went to tho couch of Itoao nud brnt orrr It for nn Inatant, "Tho denr child la naleep, I think," abo aald, presently, returning to tho hearth. "How refrrahlng-how drllgbtful It la for one to arc hrr once morn enjoying ao gen tlo a atumbrrl Poor little Hoiol alio muat bo well nigh worn out with thla fatigu ing lllneaa. I wonder," tho lady contln urd, seating hrrarlf by the hearth, oppo alto Madrmoiacllo Montauban "1 won der how her father la down at tho til lage? They thought he waa dying thla morning when the marquis went down. What a aad thing It would liars been If tho father aud daughter had both died I" Hlio apoko In nubdticd whlapcra, Mademolacllo Moutaubnn bent lower orer tho blaze, warming her bands, "And peculiar, too," alio returned, In a low tone. "Hut we cannot be too care ful of her, oven now; for M. Mery aaya that, In her preaeut fceblo atnte, the Iraat excitement or alarm might bo fntal to her. I dread that, I think, auppoao any thing nhould happen, after nil our re joicing? We muat bo ao cautlouil Tho Iraat thing, you know tho Icaat thing mlcht kill herl" Blii; ahook oa aho uttered Ihcao worda; her ryea were wild nnd atrange. Thoao delicate, alrndcr handa touched the flamea, aa aho held them out, but aho uorrr know It. A apeclca of Inaanlty was upon tier. Tho protracted contemplation of thla terrible deed, atrong aa were her ncrrca, had begun nluioat to tell upon hrr reaaon. "I wonder If Hugh t.nmonto Is still Ur ine?" continued tho countraa, "It is pity that he could not be brought here; but Jenn Morel aald they had declared It Impossible to move, him with aafcty, llcaldes. It would bo dangerous to Itoao. perhaps, it he were In her vicinity, for he would bo mora likely to gain some knowledgo of his situation. Yet what a sorrowful thing It la that they cannot bid each other ndleul At that moment tho door near the head of tho couch wna opened. Iloth tho conn teas and Helen turned to i who en tored. It waa tho physician, M. Mery lis paused by tho bcdaldo nn Instnnt, bent over Itoao and listened, tier resplratloti waa calm aud regular, though almost Im perceptible. After regarding her n mo mcnt, ha advanced allently towards tho hearth, A chill struck through tho guilty Helen. Hho had not expected him so soon, and tho deed wns yet unnccompllah edl "Ah, M. Mery, Is that you" said tho countess; and alio bent eagerly forward, "How Is " The physlclnn placed n warning linger upon his Up, "Not too loud, my denr ma dame," ho whispered. "It la all ovcrl" "Ah,, how audi" Tlio tears rnmo Into her eyes. M. Mery sat down, leaning his head upon his linnd, Ho was very itruvo to night. Hoftly spoko a scitrcrly audible voice from tho couch. Tho countess roso ami went thither, "You are awake, my denr?" sho said, gently. "Ah, you hnvo slept so nicely I And now, you nro thirsty, Wnlt a mo ment, dear ltoso," Hlio turned and took up I lie silver cup on tho stulid. A mliigllug of Joy nnd hor ror 'tho most Intrniic, aelted tho mur deress by the hearth. "Ono moment, my dear mndamo," an Id M. Mery, hastily, rising nnd going to wards her, "Let me giro It to her," Ho took tho cup from tho linnd of tho countess, glnnelng back as ho did ao, nt Mademoiselle Montnubun, Her hrllilutit eyes, fixed upon him with nn nwful fas cination, wero liistnnlly averted, lie stirred tho coutcutu t Ike cup slowly. A TRUE STORY OP THE SOUTH OF FRANCE Secret! "It nppenra to me," ho aald, wllh fear rill (Icllbcrnlloil, "that there Is somethlu hero which will do our little Invalid n good. I will reniovw It, If you plenae, mnilnnir, nud bring something different. Ami following tbe stealthy figure u Mndemolaellu Moiilnuhau, na It glide from tlio apartment, ho cloned Iho door beliliiil Mm. They wero alone togntheY In thn gallery, llgliled only by n slngbi lamp, which but Mlutly revealed that ghoally form, mov ing awlftly towards tho uppoaltn cham ber. Hut, quicker than lightning, hi grnsp wns upon her arm. Her weird, whlln fnco gleamed awfully upon him through the dim twilight. Hut sho apok no word. "Count with me." It wna all he said. Thcro was no pow- er or resistance In the form braldo him Itnpblly thoao two dcarcnilod Iho slnlr- cnan, Ho entered thn llbrnry, with he arm locked In Ills; I hen bo closed nm lorked tho door. Ho stood before her. Hlio wna very still-very while. Only those terrible ryes burned like lira coal amid lifeless aahea. Ho held the cup In hla hand: he mndu her look at It. "You know what this Is?" he said. There was no answer, "You do know. You placed It there waa s wltneaa of tho deed. Unhappy iui.su no.vrAUnAN pnn-Ani.to FATAL ruilUif. woman! What rril has thai sweet child done to you? Would you murder your own sister Margucrlto Montauban? Duo moment tho guilty woman gated ai lllm wild r. A irnall. n strum r. faint cry, nnd alio snnk lu nwful con vulsions nt hla frrt. That waa a fearful nk-ht which fol lowed, but It was only tho commence- meni or a aeaaon fraucht with niroiir, Iho mariiula rrturnnl to the chateau from the deathbed of his brother, to find lleien atrugg ne between life and death. Kor wrrka she lar Ullronaelntla nf i,Virv thing about hrr; only coming out of the inn stupor that wrapt her. to fall, ever ind anon. Into thoao terrible ronvtilalona. In which It seemed that nature muat alnk, worn out with the contest. The agnation produced by this circumstance., strange and sudden as It was, and the death of his brother, would have been iiryouii tin powrr to bear had It not been for tho Incxprcsolblo happiness which It was permuted him to eniov n the i corery of his lonc-loat ehlld llntv u-nntd ho have shuddered had he known the rcarrul rate which that awect child had so narrowly eacanedl Hut tho acenea enacted within tho walls of tho chateau that night wero mercifully concealed from him. Fortunately for neien .Montauban, In tho lllneas which aucceeitril tbo overwhelming denouement ot ine nark tragedy wherein sho had tak en ao terrible a part, there waa no de lirium, or her wretched secret would In evitably have been betrayed; nnd M. Mery, who tended her ennatnnllr. I, nil ,1a. atroyed all evldenco of her guilt, of which, ou mat mgnc no had ao providentially been made awaro by rcturnlni?. unan nounced, aud entering tho apartment of mo nivalin just tieroro the stealthy ap proach of tho murdcrras. Her lllueaa ho allowed all to attrlbuto to tho agitation, anxiety nnd excitement attendant ou the late dauger of Itoao. truatlng that. If alio recovered, aho would blttrrlr renent. In secret, her alnful attempt on her alster's life, and unwilling to add to the shamo aud agony which sho would feel by be traying her guilt. Ho could guess nt tho causo of her enmity towards Itose; for M. Mery wns a shrewd man; nnd ho ro solved to expedlto tho union of the lovers as much as was possible, that, In cnao the hatred of Helen should bo still un satisfied, the young girl might bo safe from her reach, under the protection of her husbnnd, Meanwhile tho burial of Henri took place. It was quiet, unostentatious. Ho was laid In tho family vault, to rest nt Inst, nfter a wenry life of sorrow, of desperation and of crime. Only tho mar quis aud tho immedlato members of his family wero tnailo acquainted with tho history of tho unhappy man, lu the rec ords which he left behind, Louis return ed from Paris In tlmo for this burial, Iteturned, In anticipation of his ap proaching mnrrlngo day, to find his In tended brldo but Just recovering from a dangerous Illness, nnd Helen Montauban, aa many believed, at tho gates of death; to lenrn tho story of tlio strangely chequered Hfo of his decensed relative, and rccognlxe, In his beloved Hose, n cousin, nud tho child ao long mourned as lost by his uuclo. What nn nstoundlng revelation waa thla. In tho owning preceding tho bridal day tho marquis called Hose to him In tho library, nnd after some remarks, caro less nud Insignificant enough In them selves, but accompanied by a manner that betrayed the emotion agitating him, ho snld, suddenly! "Itoso, my child, you have loved your riuiiori ' "O, yes, monsieur!" sho replied, earn estly, and with tears standing In her eyes. "And you havo also loved me, HosoV" His voice trembled, despite his efforts to control himself, "Ah.Miiy friend, my benefactor, what have you been to mo but a second fath er?" Ho seated himself besldo her. "It Is sweet, my child, to hear vou ear this nh, you do not know how sweet to met Hose, did I not tell you onco that I lost, fourteen or fifteen years nco. a child n lovely, gcntlo Infant, whose pic ture you hnvo seen In tho saloon a child who was stolen from mo?" "Yes, monsieur, "And I hnvo told you that you wero what that child would bo now If sho wero living, It Is why you have ever been so dear to mo. Ah, many n time, Hose, 1 bavo cloiuod rou lu my arms with emotion of tenderness which, cron tin you felt, you could not hnvo comnrrlien edl Kor my child my .Marguerite my penri-resrmlileil her tnolher-lier aweel mother, my wife, nnd you were the Im ngo of both mother nnd child. And now listen, Hoae, It Is within theao two In mouths, Hose, Hint- I have dlscorrrcd wlmt becamo of my lllllo Mnrguerll niio wns stolen from ma by toy own brolhrr, Henri, You start. Hose, am! turn nnlo. It wna ao: It wns hla revenue Ho would hnvo taken Helen, Iho ehlld nf her whom ho had loved so madly: but know that I loved my. youngest darling the beat Hint I Idolized the daughter of my lost Marguerite; and he took tli youngest. Ho reared hrr ns hla own. II brought her Into this neighborhood, after nil nlwrnco of two years, during which time alio had grown nnd altered beyon recognition, though, when I met her. nnw n likeness to my wife. Yet I never suspected. Ho dwelt, a solitary mo with this little orphun child, whoso moth er his wife they snld wns dead. II lived not mora than half a lengiio from this very dwelling. Thcro my child, un recognised, expanded Into n lovely worn- nnhooii. nhn wns ' He wns Interrupted lu his hurried sn ngltnted recital by n faint cry from ltoso. Kite sprang up with clasped hands and quivering lips. "O, tvll mo tell mo who It was!" ah cried. "Hpeak It wns" "My chlld-my dniighterl" uttrrrd th mnrqiila, extending hla nrms to embrace her; "behold her for they called her uoao i.amontor "Ah, my father!" And with the soft utteranro of that denr name, alio falntci upon nts lirenst. Aa a matter of course, Hoae no, Mar guerite and I,ouls wero united. And though Marguerite mourned still, with child s affection, the loss of him whom she had hitherto regarded as a parent, yet her heart turned, with natural lore. to her true father; and the regard which he hail orrr felt for him. while hrr re latlonablp to him waa yrt unknown, ex panded aud drrpened now Into that boll eat and tenderrst of srntlments a daugh tor a nnrrtlon. Helen .Montauban, na soon aa hrr health become re-established, rnlrrrd a convent. to enter upon hrr novitiate; and wbrn It waa expired, naaumrd the veil, that shut her from a world grown hateful to her, I no rruatrntiou or her erii itealgn upon her slater was too much for her to bear; nnd though, thanks to the mercy of M. Mery. hrr guilt remained a secret from all save hlmarlf, yet alio could not rndure to inert dally with those whoso faapplneas continually reminded Iter of the fate allk of her lore and her revenge. Nono knew why she entered the convent, save M Mery. Persuasion had availed nothing, and n nun she became. l-'mncls ICgerton returned to Paris, where. In n year or two, he married hsn pily. Jacques Leroux, shortly after th loath of hla former lender, returned the neighborhood of the Chateau Montau ban, and entered In the service of l,oul d'Artols, whom ho served faithfully and who rewarded him well for his many ser vices. (Tho end,) INNOCEfaT LITTLE BOY. Ho I'ald Ills Lawyer vr.tli the Plun der He Htolr. A colony of young lawyers whoso quarters nro lu the Ashlntid Illock have been smoking expensive vlsnrn of late Willi nil the abandon of millionaires. Tho story uf bow they came lulu lios session of thu colony Is Just Roltis the rounds of the legal fraternity. Attorney L. J. McKlroy recently ro celveil n cull front n middle-need wo in nn In Krent distress of niliiil. Her son, Tommy, bad been arrested for stealing n package contnliilns rUO cigars from t lie delivery wagon of n supply bouso nml wns confined In a cell lu a police station, with bright prosm-cts for term lu the bldewell. The only liopo of tho mother rested In the probability that a lawyer might find some loophole of escape, nml she produced enough money to Interest the lawyer lu tlio case. iVttorney McKlroy called upon tlio prisoner lu his coll, Ho found him to bo hard-looking streot urchin about 14 years old, with sharp features, and. keen, shrewd eyes. "Did you steal those clears, -Tom my V" Inquired tho lawyer. 'Cert, I stolo do cigars," replied Toinniy.iwlth a swagger. "Tommy, I don't bellcvo you stolo those cigars; I didn't sco you steal then), said the attorney, looking hard at tho youthful criminal. Tlio shrewd eyes contrnctcil, nnd an expression of comprehension came luto tho sharp feature. 'Nnw. I didn't steal them cigars," ho replied promptly. "Tommy, how old nre you?" Inquired tho attorney. "fourteen," replied Tommy, with ovl dent pride. I don't hellevo you nre 14, Tommy. You don't look that old," continued tho lawyer. "No p; I'm only 10 years old," re sponded Tommy, "Tommy, do yon over cry?" "Cry? Nnw," said Tommy lu ovldcnt disgust. I think you lind better cry n Uttlo when you coinu before the Judgo to morrow. Tommy." snld tho lawyer. "All right," responded Tommy cheer fully. Tho next day when Tommy's case was called his lawyer naked for n Jury trial. Tho Jury was selected nnd tho evidence wns Bomowhat damaging. Then Tommy was put on tho stand. "Did you steal thoso cigars, Tommy?" asked tho lawyer. "No, I didn't," replied Tommy lu a voice loaded with tears. "How old nro you, Tommy?" "I I I'm 10 to-to-dny. It's mo birthday," sobbed Tommy, nnd tho rest of his answers wero given between bursts of affecting sobs. Tho Jury did not wnsto much time. They found Tommy "not guilty." Tho next morning Attorney McKlroy was sitting In his ofllco when ho.henrd tlio patter of feet lu tho hall outside nud n rap nt tho door. When ho opened It there was no ono lu sight, hut a pack age wns placed against tho door, open ing It, tho lawyer found 450 cigars. A uo.to was slipped under tho string. It read ns follows: "Mr. Lawyer: I brings you do see gnrs 'causo youso got mo off 'foro tho Judgo. 1 would bring do odder fifty, hut do gang smoked 'cm on mo, "TOM," New York Oommerclnl Advertiser. Thn ltlvlorn. It Is calculated that tho sum of 1LV 000,000 Is spent annually by the 270,0. J visitors who frequent tho Hlvlera dur ing tho winter season ot ISO days. THE GLIMPSE. How often I have seen In city streets rioine woman's face, with eyes so like the sky One looks to see a bird's wing bruah the blue, Willi lips nrehcil like the veriest bow of love, And hnlr that folia n glory 'round hrr brow; And yet within, beneath, behind It nil, I lore spied, with that Intrnatr sight, my soul, Huch hungry longluga feeding on themaelves As would ahniue Kninlne o'er the Iron song Of wheel nnd hoofs, have heard with spirit ear, linden foiled by nil lliatnnt sympathy. The tears of all the mothers of the world. Hottoii Transcript. BSiffilHISIBISSSaBffligafflBfflSEBfflfflffl MY LOST Yi VEItYTIIINO seemed quite lg pleasant; It was a magnificent iprlng afternoon, the park wns at Its best and I bad met Mrs. Vcntry, who, it must he explained, was one of my oldest and most Intelligent friends. Hho had an elaborate I'rrncli poodle with her, and both were attired with exquisite taste. The three of us were strolling quietly along. "Joco nnd I walk every nftcrnobn for the benefit of our health," sho et plained. "Tho victoria will pick us up lu a few in I n u tea, so you must Just give me a full account of your doings. hat nn age you vo been away! Tell mo the scheme." Dear lady, I've been attempting to shoot tho lion In his own country, 1 nave been slaying the wild pig In Mor occo, I have " O. the usual kill expedition!" she Interrupted. "That doesn't Interest me In tho least. You know, Hugh, It's al most preiwsterous! Here you arc, an utelllgent man of 32, more than com fortably rich, and you bavo never yet come to mo with an Interesting lore episode!" 'I will make amends now," I aald. gravely. "Tell me!" she cried, eagerly. "O, It happened on my way home. I was putting In a few days at Monte Carlo. You know I.a Turble, the little place on tho hillside, behind tbe princi pality?" She nodded. "Well, I was struggling up there ry the road, with some Idea of enjoying tbe view, when, about half way, a carriage passed. In It were two Indies, presumably mother and daughter." And the younger one?" cried Mrs. Vcntry. as gloriously pretty! They were out of sight In a minute, but when I reached the place I found tbe carriage standing outside the Inn, empty. I wandered round and caught sight of the ladles again. The girl was climb ing a rocky piece of ground In order to get a better view. Jove, If you could nave seen her!" Yes, yes!" cried Mrs. Vcntry, lm patiently. "She wns adorable, made a pretty picture; but please go on. There was something else?" lea, there was something else," said. "In moving quickly her foot slipped on the rocky surfneo and she fell. I went quickly to her assistance. It turned out to bo a badly sprained ankle, and, as she couldn't walk, helped her to tho Inn, escorted by mamma. There she fainted from the pain. I was again of assistance, and when she came to, I well, you know. Adela, I studied for a doctor until an eccentric relative's will made me a pro fessional loafer. " "How romantic! And you fell In love with her?" Head over cars! If you could bare heard her voice, seen her " Ankle?" put In Mrs. Ventry Inno cently. Her eyes!" I finished, -with a severe glance. "O, bcr whole personality was charming! 'And It was the beginning of an at tachment? Do tell me how It pro gressed!" It didn't progress," I said gloomily. In the excitement ot tbe affair I for got to give them my card, and, after thanking me and asking mc to call. tiiey urovo on wiiuout tearing me their address. I spent an entire week searching, but without success. I had fallen In love with a divinity, but only to lose tier tne next moment!" "Poor old Hugh!" said Mrs. Ventry. sympatneticaiiy. Her victoria drew up close to the curb and she moved toward It. I have to go on to those tiresome urahazons now," she said with a sigh, Sho got 'In, and I lifted tbe French poodle up on to tho scat beside her, I continued my stroll, and bad not gone very far when I caught sight of tall, handsome, bronzed young man hurrying toward me. "All, here you are, Skeff, old man!" he cried, shaking me warmly by the hand, "I heard you were back, got round to your rooms, and your man told me I might find you In the park, so came along at once," Lord Dennis Qorlson was a nice young Irishman, lieutenant In a regi ment lately returned from South Afri ca. Ho was another of my oldest friends. "O, I'm In such a mess, Skeff aud I want your help!" be exclaimed, de spondently. "Oo ahead let's hear the latestl" I said, with a sigh. "Well, before I went to the front. two years ago, I was a younger man," ho began, hesitatingly. "The argument seems sound," I said. thoughtfully. O, you know what I mean, Skeff! I ns much younger a silly young fool!" Ho paused. "Well, to cut tho story short, I fell In lore with an actress O, not tho popular Idea, Skeff I Sho was pretty and refined, and taking a small part In a comedy, I was very much In love, and If I hadn't been sent out at tlio time I should have married her." "I havo always held that even the war oftlce occasionally betrays Intelli gence," I murmured. "It saved me Just In time. A mar riage, ot that typo Is altogether Impos sible for me. You know the stats of our family finances." "Hut If tho war office saved you, Where's tho trouble?" I asked. "On my return the mater plckod out DIVINITY. a wealthy American girl for me. I was on the point of proposing, when sud denly I am threatened with the conse quences of my early Indiscretion." "The little actress?" "She wrote to me when I returned. but I could not see my way to answer, so didn't This seems to hare made her rery angry, and- she says she Is going to bring a breach-of-promlse no uon. Ana she'll win hands down!" b added, wllh a groan. She has simply packets of my letters, and all as lorlng as you can mako em! "You're a man of the world. Skeff, ana paruon my way of puttlog It- you're got the gift of gab. I want you to go to tier and talk ber out of It. Draw a picture of my being forced against my will Into a hateful mar riage, tell her that Pre only consented so that tbe honor of tbe Southbrook name may be saved. You can do It, Hkerr you will do It?" be finished, Im plorlngly. Tbe Southbrook carriage had drawn up near us, and her ladyship was lean ng forward. "How do you do, Mr. Ekemucton?" she said, distantly. A proper recognl tlon of my sterling worth had never been a feature of her ladyship's atti tude toward me. "Dennis, I want you particularly. will drive you back," she added. In a tone that admitted of no denial. The young scamp turned to me for a second and slipped a band Into tbe in ner pocket of bis frock coat The next moment he bad smuggled to me crumpled envelope. "Her address I rely on you!" be whispered. And, with a final appeal Ing glance, he sprang In beside his mother, and tbe carriage drove away. I smoothed out the envelope, and glanced at tbe address. I read: "Miss EtUe Drenan. S Westbury Mansions, Hyde Park. West" Another quarter of an hour, and 1 was standing before tbe door of No. 5 Westbury Mansions. A trim servant appeared on the threshold. "Is Miss Ilrenan disengaged?" asked, handing In my card. "I've called on a matter of business, nnd. If she could spare me a few minutes' conver sation, I should feel grateful." The door opened and a young lady entered. I rose to my feet, and, as my eyes fell on ber face, I dropped back a pace, In amazement She was the lady of La Turble my lost divinity! So you hare actually found us out at last?" she exclaimed, "You can't think how sorry mother was that she forgot to glre your our address. It was unpardonable!" I pulled myself together with an effort To be perfectly honest It is a sheer accident. I had not the slightest Idea that Miss Erne Drenan waa your I saw a slightly puzzled look creep over ber face. I hesitated for a mo ment, then plunged Into the object of my visit. It's rather a delicate matter, but, perhaps, I had better begin by explain ing that I'm tbe oldest friend of Lord Dennis Gorlson." I paused. "And I came at his requestas well, shall we say, a mediator?" "A mediator la one necessary?" she said. "We are hoping so. You see, Dennis has told me everything, poor boy! How he fell Tory much In lore with you tie fore he went out to the war." "Did he tell you that?" she said. quietly. Yes. And, by the way, he gave me a very accurate description of you," I continued, with a glance at her. "He said you were a charming, refined, tal ented young actress playing comedy parts In a highly artistic manner." Ills nresent attitude would seem to uggest that he has changed his mind," I explained the sacrifice ht was mak ing, pleaded eloquently hi his defense, drew a touching plcturo of his aged parents, to whom this marriage meant so much. She listened silently, with her face turned away from me. "And the American girl does ho love her?" she asked, In a subdued voice, at tbe conclusion, " "He'll marry her, be good to her. but he can never love her! It Is just the usual vulgar exchange of dollars for title, brutal but necessary, and vital to the honor of the Southbrook name. There, I've put the whole case before you. lie has had to make hla sacrifice. SHE WAS THE LADT Or THE TUBB1X. 1 ask you to be generous, m.Vto one yourself, giro lilm back his letters, let him offl" "Hut It was a very good cluniM for me," she said, doubtfully. "O, you 'will hare others; yott simply can't help otr I said, eagerly. "You think so?" she snld, with a lit tie blush. She looked perfectly rav ishing, and for the moment I forgot myself. "Why, to conrlnce you," I cried, I'll " I Just saved myself In time. She was utterly charming, and of course, my lost divinity, and I was as much In lore with her as ercr; but, stilt, I badn'.t quite accustomed myself to tbe breach-or-promlso Idea, "Well, to conrlnco me, whal?" she asked with a smile. I hedged. "O, that before many years p.is you win nare one," I said vaguely. "Come, what do you say will you ho gener ous and let htm off?" She gare a little laugh and held out her hand. "Very well, I promise be shall beq ulte free as far as 1 am con cerned." Her cool, Arm little band pressed mine, and I felt a thrill go through inc. I drew up Just In time ngaln. You see, I bad been looking Into ner eyes, and, as I bad told Mrs. Ventry, they were wonderful. Hut ngaln the breach-of-promlse scheme loomed np before me. "Well, now you hare found us, you will come again, say, to-morrow, for tea? Mother does so want to thank your I tore myself away and walked back to my rooms. I had plenty of food for reflection on the way. "After all, a dlrlnlty Is a divinity, whether she threatens to bring breach- of-promlse actions or not," I solilo quized. "And she didn't really mean It Directly I pointed out the nature of the case she was generosity itself. It was perfectly natural, too, her bclug angry. Any girl would have done the same yes, any girl!" I repeated, reas suringly. I reached my rooms and found a tel egram awaiting me. I tore It open. It was from Dennis. For heaven's sake, don't go; In flurry gave you address of American Instead of actress. Qorlson." Move!" I gasped, as tbe whole sig nificance of tbe tblng dawned on me. She discovered tbe mistake almost Immediately, and kept It up. What artl" I thought bard for a few moments, then came to a decision. I hurried out, and In a few minutes was buck at Westbury Mansions. I was again shown In, and the young person received me with ber eyes twin kling with merriment "There has been a terrible mistake.'" I began lamely, showing her Denny's wire. "You see, he was trying not to let his mother notice blm giving me the address," I added, In explanation. "Be merclfull" I Implored, humbly. There was a pause. "1 wonder what you are going to do?" "What I have done," she corrected. I have kept my word. Directly you left I sent a letter to him by hand. don't think be will call again," she added, meaningly. 'Is there absolutely no help for him?" I said, with an attempt to re press the quiver of excitement lu my tone. No; the actress episode has quite decided me. And. somehow, I feel that as you said, I shall never regret It I must Just wait In patience until that other man comes along," she add ed demurely. For an example of sheer, base In gratitude, however. I would Just men tlon the sad case of Lord DenuU Oorl- son. He habitually refers to me as a blundering Idiot," and has expressed an opinion that he would not care two straws It be never saw me again. And Lady Southbrook cuts me dead. But It doesn't matter, bless youl have found my divinity, and the other evening she whispered to me, quite pri vately, that I might keep her alto gether. London Sketch. French Law for Travelers. English spaktng travelers are likely to be Imposed upon by French trades men unless they are famllllar with their rights and liabilities under the laws of France. French dressmakers especially are very apt to try to make unwnry trav ellers take Ill-fitting garments. A case ot this kind recently occured In Paris. A certain Mme. Glanaclls bad ordered dresses to tbe amount of thirty-four hundred francs, and, after many try- Ings-on and numerous delays, she re fused to receive them, as they still did not fit Tho dressmaker nevertheless, sent them on with the bill in full, and on refusal of payment, attached Mme, Glanaclls' entire wardrobe. Mme. Qlanaclls, in order to save her ward robe, was obliged to pay the three thousand three hundred and ninety-five francs over to the court officer. But when the case was heard In court tbe Judge not only ordered tbe three thous and three hundred and ninety-ore francs refunded to Mme. Qlanaclls, but mulcted the dressmaker In a good round sum for damages, and assessed upon ber the court costs. He held that when a woman customer goes to a dressmaker who claims expertness, she has a right to demand well-fitttng gar ments, within a reasonable time, and without tedious alterations. He Wanted to Choose. A small boy was'told by his mother that there would be a new baby for blm to play with, as the doctor was go ing to bring It In bis black bag. That afternoon tbe youngster appeared at the office ot the family physician and said: "Are you going to bring a new baby to our house?" "Yes, my little man," replied the doc- tor, highly amused. Then," returned the small boy, "let me have a look at the kids you have stock, and I'U pick out the one I think I'll like best." Forgetfulneos on Iloth Bides. "Some of you pleasure seekers," said Rev, Mr. Bosh, "always seem to forget that there Is such a day as Sunday," 'Ana some of you holy fellows," re plied the hard case, "merely forget It on tbe other six days."--Catholic Standard and Times. ' ' ))) I GETTING FATHER'S CONSENT. 1 TstTs) $ $ s)$a Afr a) a) a) a) a) Qii Mr, Tonney smiled Ironically. "Anal I a'poso I'm only a punkln with no blood to spenk of an' no heart nt all!" ho said, with the nlr of holding htm self nobly In check. Mrs. Tenney re fused to accept tho challenge. "That's neither hero nor there yoti'ro beln' a punkln." sho replied, "What I want to know, Amos, Is what you'ro got against O cor go Itnyuiond? He don't drink; ho smokes, I believe, but only a pipe, not them cigarettes. Ho's got a good education, an' still he's willing to work. An' he's Just lost In love for Alice." "Shouldn't wonder 't ho was," said .Mr. Tenney, complnccntly. "Nothing strango about Hint, with mo the best Died man In tho township." "Why, Amos, I am surprised!" ex claimed Mrs. Tenney. "You know 's well you want to know that George would want Allco Just tho same If she come from from tho Drommetses, down Tunkett way." "Mcbbe," said Mr. Tenney. discreet ly. Do you mean that he cares for Alice because you're well-to-do?" flash ed Mrs. Tenney. Not altogether," snld Mr. Tenner. coolly. "But 'tis hardly likely that he's unawares of tho fact that Alice will have all I've got some day. You know hell never have a penny from any body." So you mean to glvo me to under stand that he's scheming an calclat Ing on Alice's prospects Is that It?" demanded Mrs. Tenney. "I ain't accusing him of anything," said Mr. Tenney, Impartially. "I'm merely saying that George Is a poof young man an' that Alice's prospect are good." 'You was poor yourself when I mar ried you," said Mrs. Tenney, reflectively- I admit It" said Mr. Tenney, as Im personally as be was able. "But that's no reason why I should set still an' sea Alice make the same blunder." Did pa's being forehanded Influence you any?" asked Mrs. Tenney. Mr. Tenney perceived the narrowing circle of bis wife's reasoning. "If you're going to be pcrs'nal " he be gan. Did It, Amos?" persisted Mrs. Ten ney. No, It didn't an' you know It" an swered Mr. Tenney, stiffly. lou fell In lore with me Just me didn't you?" Mrs. Tenney knew It without assurance, but bUc watted anx iously for her husband's answer. Ain't you getting kind o mushy. Ann?" he asked, mildly. "It was that way. wa'n't It?" Mr. Tenney continued, robustly. Mr. Tenney picked up the paper be bad been reading when the conversa tion began. "I've always explained It that way to myself," he replied. Mrs. Tenney got up and began to move about the room. "I guess I'll be stirring." site said. "We expect George to supper an' to spend the evenln'. Us an' Alice are engaged. Amos, and I told 'em I guessed to-night was good's any to ask your consent" There was a spluttering exclamation behind the paper. "What should you think we'd better give 'em sliver or money?" Mrs. Ten ney asked, considerately. "Just which you think best Ann," answered Mr. Tenney, watching his wife out of the room. It's all right," Mrs. Tenney contin ued to Alice In tbe kitchen; "he didn't begin to go on as your gran'pa did. When ma spoke to him about your pa an' me, It took the greatest part o' the evening to bring him round." Youth'a Companion. AUTOMATIC STRAINING DEVICE. Every woman who has attempted the task Is well aware of the muscular ef fort which Is required to strain the cooked pulp of grapes, currants or other fruit to separate the Juice for the mak ing of Jelly. After depositing the pulp, In a strong cloth sack It becomes neces sary to treat the latter In about the same manner as the washwoman treats a sheet which she has Just taken from UEAVT KIKO REMOVES THE JUICE. the water to wring. The harder It can be squeezed the more Juice will there be for making the Jelly, and so no effort la spared to collect all that the pulp contains. Should the Idea of a Western woman prore practical for this purpose, the abavo described meth od ot treatment wilt no longer be re sorted to, as the new method Is ob- lously easier than the old. The wo man's Intention Is to suspend the cloth sack, filled with tbe pulp, from a rod clamped to tho table, with a heavy Iron ring around the neck of the sack. his ring by tho sheer force of Its weight gradually settles downward over tho bag, compressing its contents as It falls and expressing tho Juice Into a receptacle placed beneath for tho purpose. Mary I, Lowry, of Indianapolis, Ind., Is the Inventor. A Skeptlo. "What do statistics show?" Inquired the man who was warming up to bis subject. "As a rule," answered the man who s always doubtful, "they don't show uucli except patience aud Industry on he part of tho man who collected hem." Washington Star. Though a man may hide bis cloven iot, his clovcu breath gives him 4 way. t
