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fécond Cousin ^arah . "MM rn or avtmok or j v o u e . sriNSTciL ” " « m « ne.. ire. ' C H A P T E R X X V III. It was the old position— and yet with • p m difference. It * U the old line o f argument cropping up afresh In Sarah Bastbell’a mind, with no Reuben Culwick at hand to laugh down her logic— with Reuben Culwicfc's power to laugh it down, perhaps, wonderfully diminished. John had told o f Reuben going to And Mary Holland at Worcester. Lucq had predicted evil would come o f it, and Sarah was wretched. She must give him np—-she must not remain that weight upon his life, that clog upon hla industry, which she had always thought she was, when her love was not bewildering her too much. Reu ben loved her, she hoped still— she did not put faith lir those stranfce suspicions o f Lucy Jennings—but Lucy was right in one thing; that she, Sarah Bastbell, could not add to the happiness of Reu ben Culwlck’s life. She could only add to the expenses!— she could only keep him poor. I f she stood. apart now, per haps he would marry Mary Holland, and be master o f his father’s house again, just ast he father had wished from the first She had no right to bind him to his long engagement, to shackle his energies, to keep him from “ bettering” himself— now that she felt herself as poor— mor ally, if not legally as poor— as when he came in search o f her to Potter's Court. It was a very quiet morning at one of those strange Sunday services; those who came fco‘ pray were not disturbed by those who came to scoff; but the evening was boisterous and stormy, and made up for It Lucy Jennings read the signs o f it in the noisy crowd about the door, and com pressed her lips and held her breath at the strong language which echoed from the street as she and Sarah approached*, under the escort of two policemen, who were waiting for them. “ You are trembling— yon are afraid,” said Lucy Jennings to her companion; “ will you turn back now?” “ W hy?” “ There will be but little religion there to-night,” «aid Lucy, “ and you are not a strong woman.” “ I was not thinking of the crowd—or the service,” answered Sarah. “ O f what then?” was the sharp in quiry. - “ O f all I shall say to Reuben present ly. It’s very wrong, I know, Lucy, but you must not blame me for thinking of him so much. I can’t help It,” she said plaintively.--------- They passed under the arch, where the service commenced, and was inter rupted— where the old uproar went on, and the police were tolerably busy for an hour and a half. The service came to an end; the stormy elements subsid ed; men, women and children went their various ways, and Lucy Jennings and Sarah Eaetbell came out together, and confronted Reuben Culwick, who was waiting for them. “ You have come back then!” cried Sarah in her first delight at seeing him, in her new forgetfulness of all that she had resolved upon. “ Yes— it was no use stopping longer in Worcester, Sarah. Well, Lucy?” “ Well,” answered r Lucy in her old short tones. “ I congratulate you on your sermon, but I wish the surroundings had been more orthodox, and the congregation less quarrelsome; for some of these days— ” Lucy was gone. She had suddenly “ doubled,” and disappeared down one of the dark turnings, and Sarah and Reu ben were left looking at each other. Sarah Bastbell took his arm and sigh ed. This might be for the last time that they would ever walk together thus, who could tell? She had made up her mind now, and the sooner the truth was told him the better. He gave her the oppor tunity to speak at once, and her impul siveness leaped toward it, indiscreetly, desperately! “ I saw Miss Holland this morning— I gave her the will— and you are as poor as old Job, girl!” he said. “ Yes, Reuben; I have been waiting for this poverty to tell you that you must not share it with me.” “ Indeed!” was his quiet answer. “ That you and I are not fit for each other. Oh, Reuben,” she cried, “ I am quite certain o f it now!"«•- “ Because Lucy Jennings— charming Lucy!— has been at her old work, reck oning after her old style, fashioning out human lives after her own purposeless way, choosing for others a path ahead that no human being out of Bedlam could follow, doing everything for the best and for one’s good, but scattering dust and ashes right and left like a violent Vesu vius. Come, is not Lucy Jennings at the bottom o f the resolution?” “ I have been thinklug o f this for weeks. I have been seeing the neces sity for it------ ” “ Ay, through Lucy's spectacles.” “ You would lose money by coming to me,” said Sarah mournfully. “ Nonsense! I have begun to save money again.” “ Ah, Reuben, let us understand each other at last;« don’t ask me to say any thing, do anything, but end this unnat ural position between us. I am unhap py” “ Because of thig engagement?” „ “ Yes.” “ You are afraid o f poverty with me?” “ I am afraid of making you poorer than you are—o f keeping yon poor ail your life,” said Sarah. “ I f this is to be our last meeting, or our last parting, Sarah,” he said quick ly, “ let It be marred by no harsh remi niscence. W e a n going to say good-by. W e have discovered that housekeeping expenses will shipwreck os; that I shall lir e M in o r . ” ~7 grow In time a big brute, to whom no second-cousin’s devotion will bring oom- fort. But we need not quarrel over the discovery. We can part friends?" “ Yea," answeerd Sarah, “ the best of friends.” There was something In his manner that she hardly fathomed. She had been more prepared for an angry outburst than for this easy-going style of acqul- “ It Is hardly Justice,” he continued, “ for you, who would have married a poor man. will not let me marry a poor wom an in my turn. Yon wpnt all the self- sacrifice on one side, Sarah; and even my good luck with my pen is turned into a weapon against me. But,” he added, “ we will not quarrel. Never an angry word between these two blundering rela tives, who do not know their own minds W e will spare each other between this and the York road. We will wait till Miss Holland gives us her opinion on the matter." “ Miss Holland!’* vried Sarah Bastbell. “ What do you mean?” “ Miss Holland is in the York Road apartments. She came from Worcester with me this afternoon.” “ With you! You went to escort her then 7” “ No. I went to see her, to tell her the news of (her prosperity, and to offer her my congratulations, after which I said good morning.” “ W ell?” said Sarah, almost sharply now. “ Well, an hour or two afterward she turned up at the railway station, and in common politeness I could but offer her my escort back to town. She was very anxious to see you, she said.” “ Ah! she said so,” answered his tec- ond-cousin. There was no further argu ment after the introduction of Mary Hol land’ s name into the conversation. The harmony of their last evening together was effectually settled after that. Bet ter to have ended all in a storm of words and tears than in the grace and unnat ural silence which followed. Sarah had no idea that she was a jealous woman until then, for Lucy had not made her jealous last night— only roused in her a feeling of« Intense Indignation at the sus picions which she had sown broadcast. But for Reuben Culwick to speak of Mary Holland in this off-hand way was a very different matter; and her heart sank like a stone and refused to stir any more with hope or pleasure, or even sur prise. ---------- 1-------- —----------------------------- When they were in the York road Reu ben said: “ She is not in good spirits, but I hope Tots has been a companion for her while we have been away.” “ Is the child with her?” “ To be sure,” said Reuben; “ is not Tots— but there, Mary will explain for herself.” “ Mary!” echoed Sarah Bastbell. They went upstairs into the front room on the first floor, where sat by the fire side the young woman whom we have known by the name of Mary Holland. Tots was in her lap, with her child’s arms round her neck, and her little head soothed upon a mother’s bosom for the first time in her childish recollections. “ It is her child then!” said Sarah in a low whisper. “ Yes, to be sure,” answered Reuben carelessly. “ I am in a dream,” murmured Sarah. “ But you are very close to the wak ing,” added her cousin Reuben. CH APTER X X IX . There was another inmaté of the room which Reuben and his cousin had enter ed. Lucy Jennings was standing on the hearth rug with her hands clasped to gether, and her grave white face turned toward mother and child. She had reach ed home before them,, having a better knowledge o f the shortest cut to York Road than Reuben had. Mary looked round as the cousins came in together, and a sad smile flickered on a face grown careworn with anxiety. She did not raise her head from that of her child as Reuben and Sarah advanced, and Reuben said: v “ Mrs. Peterson, I have brought an old friend to shake hands with you— to ex press her regrets for al that past distrust which she has had, as well as I.” Sarah had only heard the first two words. “ Mrs. Peterson!” she exclaimed. “ Then you— you------ ” “ I was Edward Peterson’s wife,” she added wearily and sadly— “ yes.” “ But not in the plot against you, Sarah,” said Reuben; “ fighting for you in the first instance— writing to me to come to the rescue— kept forever In doubt concerning you— held down at last to silence by the awful threat of her child’s death— believing in your safety through it all, and striving once more for' you and against her husband when she feared his treachery had deceived her.” “ And he was true to his word,” Mary added with a sigh, “ for the first time in his life. It is a long story; spare me for á few days the history of a school girl’s secret marriage, a bitter repentance, a husband’s desertion, a long up-hill fight to forget a past that had become terri ble and full of humiliation. 1 did not know then that Bessie lived, and was one lipk of love that held me to my old life. F have come to London for a few words of explanation, Sarah; they are made at a sad time,” Mary said', “ but 1 could not rest, after Reuben’s visit to me—not even for an hour after my husband’ s death.” “ Edward Peterson la dead!” exclaim ed Borah Bastbell. She was surprised— she hardly knew why, but she was sorry for his death. He Science I had plotted agalust her—he would have killed )ier rather than let her escape without a ’ ransom— but she did not be grudge him hie life. And It left Mary a young and pretty widow, too—but what had that to do with it?” “ He died within an hour of your cous in’s visit this morning,” said Mary. w w w w v w “ And you are here,” replied Sarah wonderingty. The liquefaction o f gelatin In old “ Ah! you cannot understand that,” canned meat* has been found by Dr. said Mary, “ yap # 110 will love your hus Grixonl to be due to bacteria. Aa ani band all your life. But my love was mals were poisoned both by injection crushed out qqlekly, and only my duty and feeding, he concludes that canned took me to his bedside— my regret for the last mistake which brought about his meats that splash on being shaken are dangerous unless boiled before use. death, and his last act o f vengeance.” “ His last act d f vengeance!1’ repeat The H arvard Observatory announces ed Barah. the discovery, by Professor Wendell, .“ H alf an hour after Mr. Culwick had that the asteroid Iris, which w as first left me, my 'husband changed suddenly; seen in 1847, exhibits a variation o f he wholly realised, and for the first time, light resembling that o f the new aster that there was no hope for him la this world, and— what did he do?" she added oid Bros, which w as discovered in 1888. T e periodic change in the light o f Iris with a shudder. “ He should have asked pardon of you takes place in about six hours, and for blighting your life,” said Barah. amounts te tw o or three-tenths o f a “ He should have sought pardon of his magnitude, w hich is much less than God,” added Lucy Jennings. the amount o f change exhibited by “ He tore the last will of Sumon Cul Bros. ' wick into a hundred pieces, lest I should A new method o f producing artificial claim my right to riches by It,” answer ed Mary; “ he cursed me, and left me reeplration is claimed by Professor poor.” Shafer, o f Edinburg, to be much more “ But------ » effective’In cases o f drow ning and as “ But I have all the fragments,” add phyxiation than any other. Placing ed Mary, opening a purse heaped to the the subject in a prone position, the op clasp with small pieces of paper; “ see erator applies pressure with his hands — there they are.” to the low er ribs, and repeats this Sarah glanced i t them, but did not s bout thirteen times a minute by speak. “ It would be a specimen of patchwork sw inging him self backw ard and fo r that the law would hardly acknowledge,” ward. The common m oving the sub said the widow, “ but you would not dis je c t’s arms is condemned as o f little pute the will, Sarah, if I, by patient value. * study and n e a t care, render this testa H its descriptive phrase Is suggested ment complete again?” ' by the grotesque appearance o f an an “ No," answered Sarah Bastbell. “ In my'husband’ s lifetime I dared not imal recently added to the collection o f make him rich; and now, in memory of the New York Zoological Park, the much kindness, of old trust— o f new con , blue gnu. It has been said to have fidence, may I say?—I have the courage the tail and hind quarters o f a horse, to remain poor.” ’ „ She held the open purse over the fire, the legs o f a deer, the neck and horns and the fragments fell from it into the o f a buffalo, and à nondescript head red coals. Reubefi1 and Sarah started for w h ich 'g iv es it a most fantastic look. ward to arrest her hand, but it was too The oddity o f its appearance is in late. a creased by the extraordinary postures “ You should not have done this, it assumes when dlsturWd. It comes Mary,” cried Reuben. from South Africa. . , “ It was not a Just will,” answered the The old question o f the brigln o f widow; “ I told your father so when* he placed It in my hands, although I did not the extreme saltness o f the Dead Sea tell him that never in all my life should has received a new answer. W illiam I avail myself*of his munificence.” Ackroyd, after showing that the soil “ He had wronged your father in some and ipeks can have furnished but a manner which we cannot even guess at fraction o f the quantity o f salt that — but which he owned himself. You told has collected in the Dead Sea basin, me that,” said Reuben. “ He was strange that day. It might proceeds to argue that the most im portant source o f supply o f this salt have been the raving of a madman.” is atmospheric transportation by wind? “ As that,” said Lucy, pointing to the from the Mediterranean. This view he fire, “ was the act of a madwoman.” “ I think not,” answered Mary confi thinks is confirmed by the fact that dently; “ it is an act of justice to the man the ràtlo o f chlorine to bromine in the entitled to his father’s money, and who Dead Sea is the same as in the Med- will marry tkfiTbriive young lady in pos IfrSIlfilW M ' • ' ............. session.” The perspectartlgraph is an ingen “ She has given me up,” said Renbcn ious Instrument with which Otto Elch- dryly; but Mary turned from one to an other and read no doubt or distress on enberger, o f Geneva, makes it easy for cither face. Here were two lives in the the amateur artist to give accurate per sunshine at last. spective to landscapes or drawings o f “ I believe it was always 8imon Cul- any objects. A folding box opens to wick’s wish that Reuben should have form a table, and near the top o f its this money,” continued Mary; “ he did extensible sides a telescope is so not know of my marriage, and I dared not tell him for my home’s sake, and so mounted that as It is moved about in we went on from one complication to an follow ing the details o f any view a other. There were only two wills; the pencil is made to draw a correspond first left all to his sister, the second to ing line on a sheet o f paper beneath. me— and the second I could not, and did Crossed hairs in the telescope give pre npt care to prove. The answer to the cision, while the pencil is kept upon riddle came round in the way I thought the paper by sliding up and down in it might do, if I were watchful and re served— for I knew in what high esti a suitable holder. Beautiful drawings mation Sarah Bastbell held her cousin, are made with little or no practice, and and how she had made up her mind to specimen work exhibited includes a give an obstinate man his rights. She panorama o f the Alps and a view o f nnd I together planned more ways than Geneva. one— she very artless, I very artful per It is reported from Canadian sources haps— but the best and simplest and hap that the government o f the Province o f piest way has come without our plotting.” Ontario is considering the advisability “ But you?” said Sarah and Reuben o f w ithdrawing from sale or lease the almost together. “ You two are not likely to forget me, as yet unsold nickel lands within its or my little daughter here-—to shut me territory, and reserving them for the from your friendship— to help me in the use o f the British imperial government world, should I want help.” in the manufacture o f armor plate and “ Help!” echoed Reuben; “ why, it is all guns. The Ontario nickel deposits, and yours.” those o f the Island o f New Caledonia, “ You can’t prove that,” said Mary em a French penal colony in the South phatically, “ and I would prefer to be de pendent on your bounty. I will not be too Pacific Ocean, are at presefit the proud to ask for a pension, when my lit w orld’s most prolific sources o f nickel. tle girl grows up and tires of her moth The metal is not widely distributed. But in Austria a process has been dis er.” “ The future, for you and Tots, you covered for the manufacture o f bronze, will leave to Sarah and me,” said Reu which IS said to be equal to nickel- ben; “ you will trust in those whom you steel for making great guns, and the have trusted so much already.” Austrian government has decided to “ As they will trust in me now,” said continue the use o f bronze Instead o f the unselfish woman, holding out her nickel-steel for that purpose. hands to them. . • • • e • e • 8TORY OF 8TRANGE BATTLE. It is a fair picture on which the cur tain is rung down— on perfect confidence, R u n a w a y S lave« R esist A ttem p t to and true affection and prosperity— on C apture Them by S old ier«. life opening out before these three with On Aug. 24, 1816, occurred a unique no shadows on the scenes beyond. Reu ben and Sarah will live happily forever and but little known battle, in which afterward— as young couples always within the Spanish boundary, United should In books— and Mary and her States forces, with Indian allies, after daughter will be their faithful friends the conclusion o f our w ar with Great and loving companlona'tQ the end of life. Britain, which w e call the war o f In the red glow of the sunset of our 1812, fought against negroes using story, stands poor Lucy Jennings— gravo British ammunition and having, like and stony as the Libyan sphinx—com us, Indian allies, says the Chattanooga menting but little upon the happiness about her, and yet feeling that It reaches Times. to her heart, and makes her more like i Colonel Nichols, a British command er, had built oh the east bank o f the other women. . Reuben’s brother-in-law, one Thomas Apalachicola River (where Fort Gads Bastbell, will not visit Worcestershire den afterw ard stood) a fort for a ref again, and Reuben*« wife will not learn uge for runaway negroes, that they, for years of his disappearance in the with Indians, might attack the fron Australian bush— where we can afford tier settlers. It was garrisoned with to let the last of our villains hide him British and became an Indian rendez self. v . • e • e « • ^ • I vous and fugitive negro slaves settled In the bright early morning, gazing for some fifty miles along, the river, from the window of her room at the fair defyin g thq. governments o f 8paln and landscape beyond, with the silvery laugh o f our country, but It does not appear ter of little children ringing upward from that they ever attacked the frontier. the lawn, and with her husband's- arm linked within her own, Second-cousin .. A fter the w ar o f 1813 closed the Sarah will talk no longer of Sedge Hill British w ithdrew their garrison, but left the fort In possession o f the ne- being an unlucky house. Tbeee had Indian allies, and a (The and.) negro, Garcia, was their lea d er.' The Chattahoochee and Flint form the Apalachicola at the Florida and Geor gia boundary, and the fort commanded the Apalachicola and Flint and was a refuge fo r runaway slaves and a menace to the border settlers. It w as on a high bluff projecting into the river, a deep swam p In the rear, and a creek above and below.- A parapet fif teen feet high and eighteen feet thick and nine pieces o f a rtillery 'su p p le mented the natural advantages. 'There w as plenty o f ammunition In the tw e magazines and the British had left 8,000 stands o f arms. But the result show ed how feeble are such defenses In the hands o f men w he de net knew; how to use them. W h o were the aggressors may never be positively known. W e have only our ow n side o f the story. Colonel Clinch, United States army, at Camp Crawford, above, on the Chattahoo chee, w as expecting provisions, stores and artillery from Apalachicola B a y ,, and had instructions to reduce the fort in case it opposed their passage. H e eta rte d d o w n stream In boats w ith 118 men. In tw o companies, under M ajor Muhlenburg and- Captain T a y lo r ,' en countering on the w ay a slave-hunting party o f Creek Indians under M ajor McIntosh,*on their w ay to capture the negroes for their owners. These were Joined by another party, and the In dians agreed to co-operate with Clinch. Inform ation was received that G arda and a Choctaw ch ief had been dow n the bay and claimed to have killed some Americans and captured a b o a t Clinch’s force landed near the fo il, th e ' Indians were placed to prevent com munication and an irregular fire kept up, to which the besieged replied Inef fectively with artillery. It is said that some days before some Indian chiefs had demanded the fort’s surrender, and that the'com m ander said he had been put in command by the British and Intended to sink any American vessels trying to pass, and would blow up the fort when unable to bold it, • after which he had hoisted the red flag with the British ja ck above. This story may have -been invented er en larged, for Americans under the cir cum stance« would be disappointed at lacking an excuse for attack. and Mc Intosh was on a slave h u n t - The vessels below cam e up within four miles, a place was chosen for a battery opposite the fo r t the forces o f Muhlenburg and Taylor were also placed on the west bank, McIntosh and the Indians with some Americans in vested the rear and on the morning o f the 24th tw o gunboats took position In front o f the battery and t e e w as opened on them from a thlrty-twe pounfier in the fo r t the reply to which w as so successful that speedUy a hot shot exploded one o f the fort’s maga zines, after which the defense w as im practicable. The garrison o f about 100 effectives included about twenty-five Choctaws. O f the women and chil dren, over 200 in number, not more than fifty escaped the explosion. H ie besiegers suffered no loss. H ie affair reads like a fight In the Philippines. A council o f Indians condemned Gar cia and the Choctaw ch ief to death for the previous murder o f the Americans. The Spanish negro fugitives were de- , llvered to the Spanish agent the Amer ican to Colonel Clinch for their own ers. A Seminole party com ing down the river to help the fort heard o f its fall and went home. . 1 - ivention “ F o n ’ t F q r g e * .” Many yearn ago, writes Thomas Bai ley Aldrich in “ Pongapog Papers,” a noieu Boston publisher used to keep a ' large memorandum book on a table in Ins private office. The volume always lay open, and w as in no manner a pri vate affair, being the receptacle o f nothing more important than hastily scrawled reminders to attend te this thing or the other. It chanced one day that a very young, unfledged author, passing through the city, looked in upon the publisher, who was also the editor o f a famous magazine. The unfledged bad a copy o f verses secreted about his person. The publisher was absent, and young Milton sat down and waited. Presently his eye fell upon the mem orandum book, lying there spread out like a morning newspaper, and almost in spite o f himself he read. “ Don’tyfor- get to see the binder,” “ Don’t forget to mail B. his contracV ’ “ D on't forget H .’ s proofs,” and so forth. An inspiration seized upon the youth. He took a pencil, and at the tall o f this long list o f “ don’t forgets” he wrote, “ Don’t forget to accept A.’s poem.” He left his manuscript on the table and disappeared. That afternoon. When the publisher glanced over his memoranda, he was not a little aston ished at the last item; but his sense o f humor was so strong that he did ac cept the poem— It required a strong sense o f hum or to do that—and sent the lau a check for it, although the verses remain to this day unprinted. - -— Can Claim Damage. In M exico the fam ily o f a dead duel ist can claim support from the person w ho shot him. The masculine idea o f an intellectu al wom an is the one who Is as thfo as a match and wears glasses.