Prisoners and Captives
By H. S. MERRIMAN
CHAPTER XVIII. (Continued.)
"My Dear Oswin If you want to car
ry out this theater party come and see
me about it. I shall be at home all the
morning. Yours very truly,
"AGNES WINTER.
The young sailor read this letter among book them."
I "will now expound a maxim. Ex-pound.
Derivation to pound out."
"Shall I get the tickets?" he asked, in
a practical way.
'Tlease."
"Well, then, I will go off at once and
the name of the second accompllahed per
son ?"
"No."
"I wonder what it was?" said Easton.
"Mr. Tyars." suinrested the lady, calmly.
"Possibly. By the way, I thought of the Governorship of Ohio, which not
asting him to join us on Wednesday at nlona nffects Individuals but parties.
THE OHIO GOVERNORSHIP.
Death tiring About a Far-Ilaeb.ln
Chnnire.
Death has brought about a clinngo In
A PRETTY MILKMAID
thinks re-ru-na Is a Wcndtrful
Medicine, i
others at the breakfast table. His fath
er and sister were engaged on their own
affairs Helen with her letters, the ad
miral among his newspapers. Oswin
Grace read the letter twice, and then
slipped it into his pocket together with
the envelope that had contained it.
Miss Winter's elderly maid servant ex
ile shook hands and left her standing
in th emiddle of the room.
"Perhaps," she murmured regretfully,
"it was very cruel or it may be only my
own self-conceit. At all events, it was
not so cruel as they are to Helen. I do
not think that they will both go now."
Scarcely had the front door closed be-
pected Lieut. Grace, for she opened, the hind Oswin Grace when the bell was rung
door and stood back invitingly, tie was again.
ushered up into the warm, luxurious
drawing room, and after the door had
been closed, stood for a few moments ir
resolute in the middle of the deep carpet.
Presently he began to wander about the
room, taking things up and setting them
down again. lie inhaled the subtle at
mosphere of feminine home refinement
and looked curiously around him. There
were a hundred little personalities, little
inconsidered feminine trifles that are only
found where a woman is quite at home.
There was a silly little lace handkerchief
utterly useless and vain, lying upon a
table beside a work basket. He took it
up, examined its texture critically, and
then instinctively raised it to his face.
He threw it down again with a peculiar
twisted smile.
"Wonder what scent it is," he mutter
ed. "I have never come across it any
where else."
He went toward the mantelpiece , upon
it were two portraits old photographs,
somewhat faded. One of Helen, the oth
er of himself. He examined his own like
ness for some moments.
"Solemn little beggar," he said, for the
photograph was of a little square-built
midshipman with a long, oval face. "Sol
emn little beggar; wonder what the end
will be? Wonder why he is on this
mantelpiece? I think that I was rather
a fool to come here. Tyars would not
like it."
While he was still following out the
train of thought suggested by this reflec
tion the door opened ad Miss Winter en
tered. She had evidently just come in,
for she was still gloved and furred.
"Ah !" she said, gayly, "you have come.
I was afraid that your exacting com
mander would require your services all
the morning."
"My exacting commander," he answer
ed, as he took her gloved hand in his,
"has a peculiar way of doing everything
himself and leaving his subordinates idle.
She was standing before him, slowly
unbuttoning her trinm little sealskin
jacket.
"What," she said, suddenly, "about the
expedition?
Miss Winter, standing in the drawing
room, heard the tones of a man's voice,
and in a few moments the maid knocked
and came into the drawing room,
A gentleman, please, miss ; a Mr. Eas
ton, she said.
'Mr. Easton," repeated Agnes Winter.
For a moment she forgot who this might
be. "Show him un at once."
Matthew Mark Easton had evidently
devoted some care to the question of dress
on this occasion. Some extra care, per
haps, for he was a peculiarly neat man.
He always wore a narrow silk tie in the
form of a bow of which the ends were
allowed to stick straight out sideways over
the waastcoat. His coat was embellished
by an orchid.
I am afraid," he began at once, with
perfect equanimity, "that I have made a
mistake a social blunder. I came to in
form you that I have secured a box ths
stage box for Wednesday night, at the
Epic Theater. " It will be doing me a
pleasure if you will form one of my
party. I do not know exactly how these
things are managed in England, but I
want Miss Grace and her brother to come
as my guests, too. Miss Grace was kind
enough to ask me to be one of a theater
party, and mentioned the Epic, so I went
right away and got a box."
Oswin has just gone to procure seats
for the same night," said MLss Winter,
quickly.
'No," replied the American, "I stopped
him. I met in the street."
Miss Winter knew that they must have
met actually on her doorstep, and she
wondered why he should have deliberately
made a misstatement. She felt indefinitely
guilty, as if Oswin's visit had been sur
reptitious. Suddenly she became aware
of the quick, flitting glance of her com
panion's eyes, noting everything each
tiny flicker of the eyelids, each indrawu
breath, each slightest movement.
How am I to do it?" he asked, inno
cently. "A note to Miss Grace or a ver
bal invitation to her brother?"
'A note," replied Miss Winter, with
a gravity equal to his own, "to Helen,
saying that you have secured the stage
the Epic."
"I hope," said Miss Winter, with a
gracious' little bow, "that he will be able
to come."
" 'Dear Miss Grace,' began Easton,
solemnly, as if repeating a ieason, 'I have
secured the stage box at the Epic for
Wednesday exening next, and I hope that
you and your brother will do me the
pleasure of accepting seats in it. Will
that do?"
"Very nicely."
"And may I count on you?"
"Yes, you may count on me."
"Thank you." he said simply, and took
his departure.
As he walked rapidly eastward toward
the club where he was expecting to meet
Tyars his quaint little face was wrinkled
up into a thousand Interrogations.
Yes," he said at length, with a know
ing nod, "it was a warning; that spry lit
tle lady smells a rat. How does she
know that Tyars speaks Russian? He Is
not the sort of fellow to boast of his
ocomplishments. She must have heard
from Grace, and to hear from him she
must have asked, because Grace is more
than half inclined to be jealous of Tyars,
and would take care not to remove the
iusheJ from his light."
For some' time he walked on, whistling
tune softly. Cheerfulness is only a hab
it. He did not really feel cheerful nor
particularly inclined for music. Then he
began reflecting in an undertone again.
"Here I am," he stud, "in a terrible
fright of two women; all my schemes
may be npset by either of them, and I
do not know which to fear most that
clever little lady with her sharp wits, or
that girl's eyes. I almost think Miss Hel
en s eyes are the most dangerous; i am
sure they would be if it was my affair
if it was me whom those quiet eyes fol
lowed about. But it is not ; it is Tyars.
Now, I wonder I wonder if he knowy
it?"
He looked back at her over his shoul- box for Wednesday evening, and hope
der, for he had gone toward the window,
and there was a sudden gleam of deter
mination in his eyes. It was her influ
ence that had disturbed Tyars' resolu
tion.
"What expedition?" he asked curtly, oa
his guard.
that she and her brother will accept seats
in it."
He nodded his head, signifying compre
hension, and rose to go.
"That, said Miss Winters, skipping
away from the subject under discussion
with all the inconsequence of her sex and
"This theater expedition," she replied kind, "reminds me of something I heard
sweetly.
"Oh, well, I suppose it will be carried
tnrougn. we all want to go. I suppose
you are not strongly opposed to It?"
"I?" she laughed lightly; "of course I
want to go. You know that I am always
ready for amusement, profitless or other
wise profitless preferred. Why do you
look so grave, Oswin? Please don't I
hate solemnity. Do you know you have
got terribly grave lately? It is
"It is what, Agnes?"
He was looking down at her with his
keen, close-set gray eyes, and she met
his glance for a moment only.
"Mr. Tyars," she answered, clasping
her fingers together and bending them
backward as if to restore the circulation
after her cold walk.
"There is something," said Grace, after
a little pause, during which Miss Winter
had continued to rub a remarkably rosy
little pair of hands together, ' that jars.
Tyars annoys you in some way. Why?"
Miss Wmter changed color. She look-
said of you the other evening. It was, in
fact, said to me."
"Then," replied the American, with
cheery gallantry, "I should like to hear it.
Had it been said to any one else I allow
that I should have been indifferent.
He stood with his hands clasped behind
his back, looking down at her with a smile
upon his wistful little face.
"Do you know Mr. Santow?"
The smile vanished and the dancing
eyes at once assumed an expression of
alert keenness, which was almost ludi
crous in its contrast.
"The Russian attache unaccredited?"
he replied, giving back question for ques-
tion. "N-o-o," he said, slowly, ' I do not ;
I think I know him by sight."
"I have met him on several occasions.
I rather like him, although I cannot un
derstand him. There is an inward Mr,
Santow whom I have not met yet ; I only
know a creature who smiles and behaves
generally like a lamb."
Santow," said Easton, deliberately, is
ed very girlish with the hot blush fading altogether too guileless."
slowly from her checks. She did not,
however, make any answer.
"Won't you tell me, Agnes?" he urged ;
and as he spoke he walked away from her
and stood looking out of the window.
They were thus at opposite sides of the
room, back to back. She glanced over
her shoulder drew a deep breath, and
then spoke with an odd little smile which
was almost painful,
"His Arctic expedition," she said, de
liberately. "If he is going to spend his
life In that sort of thing I would rather
not cultivate his friendship."
Miss Winter countered sharply.
"I thought you did not know 'Mm?"
"I do not," answered Easton, imper
turably.
"Except by reputation?'
"Precisely."
'lie is reputed," said Miss Winter, "to
be a great diplomatist."
"So I believe hence the lamblike man
ners,
Easton'a face was a study in the art of
suppressing curiosity,
'Do you think that he is a wolf In
lamb's clothing?" asked the lady with a
Sho leaned forward, warming her hands lnmrh. "I will tell vou what he said about
leverisniy, Dreaming rapioiy ana uneven- you."
ly. She felt him approach, for his foot- "Thank you."
steps were inaudible on the thick carpet, "We were talking about Russia It
and she only crouched a little lower. At his favorite topic and he said that at
last, after a horrid silence, he spoke, and times he felt like the envoy from some
his voice was deeper and singularly mo- heathen country, so little is Russia
uotonous. known bv us. By way of illustration, he
"Why should you not wlA to cultivate asked me to look around the room and
bis friendship under those circum- tell him if It did not contain all that was
stances?"
"Because," she answered lamely, "I
should hate to have a friend of mine a
real friend running the risk of such a
horrible death."
most Intellectual and learned In England,
I admitted that he was right. He said,
'And yet there are but two men in the
room who speak Russian.' Then he point
ed sou out. There is one,' he said ; he
He walked away to the window again knows mv country better than any man
and stood mere witn nis Hands thrust j,i England. If he were a diplomatist
Into his jacket pockets plucky, self-con- 9hould fear him !' 'What is he?' I asked,
tained, taking tns punisnment without a an he merely shrugged his shoulders
word. I that guileless way to which you object."
"That," he said, "is the worst of mak- Matthew Mark Easton did not appear
Ing friends. One Is bound to drift away to be much Impressed. He moved from
from them. But still it is foolish to hold
aloof on that account."
"Our marltlnM philosopher," the said,
one foot to the other, and took consider'
able Interest in the pattern of the carpet,
"And," he inquired, "did he mention
IS
CHAPTER XIX.
Had the keen-witted Easton been asked
hy he felt impelled to disburse ten
guineas for the benefit of the lessee of the
Epic Theater, he would scarcely hare
been able to make an immediate reply. In
is rapid, airy fashion he had picked up
and pieced together certain little bits of
evidence tending to prove that the young
people with whom he found himself on
somewhat sudden terms of intimacy were
exceedingly interesting.
Matthew Mark Easton was leisurely
surveying the half-empty house when
Miss Winter, Helen Grace and Oswin
ere. shown into the box by an official.
His quick glance detected a momentary
droop of Helen's eyelids. A blundering
man would have made some reference to
Tyar's lateness of arrival. Easton did
no such thing. He proceeded to draw for
ward chairs for the ladies, and did the
honors with a certain calm ease which in
no way savored of familiarity.
"I Should like," said Miss Winters, un
tying the ribbon of a jaunty little opera
cloak, "the darkest corner."
"Why?" asked Helen, almost sharply.
"Because the piece is said to be very
touching, and I invariably weep.
"Sorry," said Easton ; "sorry it cannot
be done. But I can lend you a huge pair
of opera glasses."
"But," urged Miss Winter, "my tears
drop audibly on the program.
'We want the dark corners for the men
the background," urged the American,
holding a chair invitingly, "We love the
shadow eh, Grace?
"Speak for yourself," said the sailor,
bluntly, pulling forward a second chair
and seating himself immediately behind
MLss Winter.
One great fault in Matthew Mark Eas
ton was soft-heartedness. He was one of
those mistaken men who hesitate to pun
ish a dog.
"It appears," continued Easton as Ty
ars entered the box, "that the piece
touching. We shall require your moral
support ; that calm exterior of yours will
1 surmise, assist us materially to keep
serene countenance turned toward the
stalls."
'Don't be personal," replied the En
glishman. "You may rely upon me at the
pathetic parts. It is some years since I
wept."
The last time I did it," said the Amer
ican, thoughtfully, "was when I got my
ears boxed because another fellow broke
a window."
Helen and Miss Winter laughed. Th
all felt that there was a hitch some
where. ' They were conversationally lame
and halt.
"We both told untruths about it," con
tinue Saston, determined to work this
mine to its deepest. But mine failed,
while his succeeded. That was why I
wept. Mine was not an artistic lie, I
admit ; but it might have got through with
a little good luck. There is nothing so
humiliating as an unsuccessful attempt to
pervert the truth. Have you not found
that so, Miss Winter? But of course you
would not know. I apologize ; I am sor
ry. Of course you never tell them."
"Oh, yes," said the lady, candidly, "I
do."
At this mone the curtain was drawn
up, and Miss Winter broke off suddenly
In the midst of her confession, turning
toward the stage and settling herself com
fortably to watch the play. In so doing
she unconsciously drew her chair a little
further away from Helen, and thus left
her and Claud Tyars more distinctly
apart.
(To be continued.)
One of Many.
Young Wife It's wonderful how
well Tom find I manage to get along ou
his small salary, Isn't It?
Her Brother-Oh, I don't know. It
Is partly owing to your economy, but
Tom owes the most of It to his friends.
In the election Inst
November John M.
Pattlson, former
Congressman, was
elected Governor
over Myron T. Her
rick and was the
only Democrat cho
sen, But his vic
tory was enough to
bring largo benefits
to his party both in
the way of nppolnt-
andbkw L, HAiuna. mentg nmi the veto
IKwer by which purely Republican leg
islation could be thwarted. The stren
uous campaign, however, was too much
for Mr. Pattlson. He broke down and
when the time for his Inauguration
eamo he hod to review the parade In a
gluss cage specially provided. Ho grad
ually recovered anil was filling his of
fice when a relapse come.
The Republican Lieutenant Governor,
Andrew Lintner Harris, has now be
come acting Governor and will serve
until 1900, enjoying all the emoluments
of the ofilce, but being deprived of the
full title, Governor. He took the place
upon the ticket last year In response
to the united call of both Republican
factions. He is a civil war veteran and
was Lieutenant Governor under Gov
ernor McKlnley.
Governor Puttlson was born on a
farm In Clnreniont County, Ohio, In
1847, where his home was until re
cently. At the age of 10 years he en
listed and served during tho last days
of the civil war. He taught school for
funds with which to attend the Ohio
Wesleyan University and ho continued
teaching while a student to pay his col
lege expenses. After he was graduated,
In 1809, he went west to write Insur
ance for the same company of which
he was later elected President. Whllo
ii it vw ii mw-t -v i m .j 'j- run
JOHH M. PATTI80N.
writing Insurance he studied law and
was admitted to the Ohio bar In 1872.
At the end of ten years' practice he was
Invited to enter his old Insurance com
pany the Union Mutual Life as Vice
President and General Manager. He
was elected President In 1891, and held
the office at the time of his death.
As a young lawyer he was put on
the Hamilton. County (Ohio) ticket for
the State Legislature and he won, al
though that was a bad year for the
Democratic party. In 1890 Judge Ash
burn, representing the Clermont-Brown
district In the State Senate, died, and
Mr. Pattlson was elected to fill the va
cancy. ills work in tne senate sent
him to Congress when Cleveland was
President. By the time his term was
out a Republican Legislature had re
distrlcted Ohio and his new district had
a normal Republican plurality of sev
eral thousand. He then took up his
work In the Insurance business.
For many years he lived at Mllford,
Ohio, a few miles from Cincinnati. lie
married a Miss Williams, a daughter
of Prof. Williams, who held the chair
of Greek In the Ohio Wesleyan Unl
verslty for many years. Governor Pat
tlson leaves a wife, a son, who has Just
been graduated from college, and two
daughters.
Altered In' Repairing;
A man In Chicago, says a writer in
Judge, found himself In the chair of
strange barber, to whom his features,
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some reminiscent suggestion,
"Have you been here before?" asked
the hair-cutter.
"Once," said the man.
"Strange I do not recognize your
face."
"Not at all," said the man. "it
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A Great Bargain.
"Gwendolyn Porkpacker certainly got
her title cheap. She made that Italian
count take only one hundred thousand
dollars, for marrying her."
"Angelina Oilgusher did better even
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"M. James Hyde," says the Purls
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The Hessians at Trenton had surren
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"Ah, well," they said, "think how much
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Later, as if to verify their words, came
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Carl Schura.
No other man of foreign birth ever
showed such fine command of the Eng
lish language or used it so felicitously.
A man who objected strongly to his
politics but admired his talents as a
writer once said : "I wish Mr. Schurz
couldn't write so well; I could hate
him better." In 1877 Carl Schurz vis
ited Boston to make a speech against
Benjamin F. Butler, who was running
for Governor of Massachusetts. While
arguing on the question of tho resump
tion of specie payments, an issue that
was paramount at that time, Mr.
than that. She got an Austrian prince Schurz likened "inflation" to a balloon
to mark down his coronet to ninety-nine fled that had carried the American
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cents." Baltimore American.
There Is at least one thing to be said
to the credit of the men: They do not
visit their kin much.
nation off Its feet. At that time he
made use of the following expression,
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and we propose to keep them there."