THE GIRL WITH
A MILLION
By D. C. Murray
CHAPTEB XII.
At Ostend the pretty widow showed
signs of fatigue, and O'Rourke having
seen her comfortably tucked away in
one first-class carriage, with his own
traveling rug for a pillow, sought another.
Mrs. Spry "was heavy-eyed when she
awoke, and yawned behind her little
gloved hand as she stood upon the plat
form watching the assiduous O'Rourke,
who bustled hither and thither in her
behalf In his own brightest and most
cheerful manner.,
"I suppose your friends expect you at
I forget the name of the place. Ja
nenne? Is It Janenne?" He glanced at
her quickly and with so evident surprise
that she added: "Mr. Maskelyne told
me you were going there. Is that the
name of the place?"
"There is a little" place of that name,"
said O'Rourke. "Maskelyne and I were
there together a few days ago. I may
go on, or I may not I shall probably
have a day or two in Brussels in any
case." .
When the hotel was reached, O'Rourke
secured rooms for his delightful compan
ion and ordered for her at her request
a cup of warm milk and a biscuit. This
modest refection was conveyed to her bed
chamber, and she retired, purring an ac
knowledgment of obligation.
If Mrs. Spry had been charming the
night before, she was still more delight
ful next morning. O'Rourke made a guess
as to her age, and set her down as being
between three and four and twenty, in
which he nattered her. Bearing in mind
all the while how time was flying, and
how it behooved him to make the most of
chances which were likely to be limited,
he turned the conversation to the lady's
probable movements. Did she intend to
stay long in Brussels? he asked.
"Well, no," she answered, with a be
coming little blush. "There's only one
thing brings me here. There's an old
lady living here little hard op, I'm
afraid, Mr. O'Rourke. She's a relative
of my poor dear late husband's a distant
relative, but the only one he had, and he
left her out in the cold. I'm afraid she's
not very likely to be very good friends
with me, but I want to make it up with
her if she'll let me." O'Rourke's atten
tive and sympathetic face was worth a
volume "of commonplace answers to this
statement. "And then," said the widow,
"I've got a friend to see, and then I've
done with Belgium. I shall go and see
Paris again, and I shall try to persuade
tny frfend to go with me. I haven't seen
her for- two years, but she's the dearest
girl in the world."
"That," said O'Rourke, "is a flattering
description. Is your friend ia Brussels?"
"No. From what I can learn, she's
gone and buried herself alive in some
dreadful quiet place; miles and miles
away from everywhere. I've looked it
up on the map, and I make out Namoor
to be the nearest city. It's a little place
called Houfoy." -
"I have been there," returned O'Rourke,
with admirable naturalness. "There is
only one English family residing there.
I have the pleasure to know them."
"Oh," said the lady, rapidly and enthu
siastically, "do you know Angela Butler?
Oh, now, really! I say, what a little
place the world is, to be sural Well,
now, I do wonder that young George
Maskelyne never told me that you knew
Angela Butler." ,
"I only know them very slightly," said
O'Rourke. "I only met them a fortnight
ago. No ; "three weeks since."
"Oh," purred the widow, making her
best and most expressive eyes at her
companion. "I adore Angela Butler,
Don't you adore her, Mr. O'Rourke? Oh,
I'm sure you do."
"I think her- a very charming girl.
Frank, clever, English thoroughly Eng
lish." "Oh, so very English," said Mrs. Spry.
"And you are going to Houfoy to see
Miss Butler?" asked O'Rourke. "That
Is delightful news indeed to me. We
shall be neighbors. I am going to Ja
nenne to see some old friends of mine,
and Janenne is the nearest village to
Houfoy."
"That will be pleasant," said Mrs.
Spry. When she had said this Bhe low
ered her head away suddenly, and a sec
ond or two later shot a most vanquishing
glance at O'Rourke.
She discharged her one little bit of
actual business, and she set out on a
' bright afternoon in early June, with the
constant , O'Rourke in attendance, for
Houfoy, having previously advised An
gela of her coming by wire.
"Let me see, now," said Mrs. Spry,
holding her head on one side and looking
up at O'Rourke thoughtfully. "How long
will It take this train to reach Houfoy?"
"It does not go on to Houfoy," return
ed O'Rourke. "It reaches Janenne In
four hours and five minutes."
"I think you know everything,- Mr.
O'Rourke," said the lady, admiringly.
Then, clasping her hands with a soft fer
vor, "Will you do me a favor, Mr.
O'Rourke?"
"Try me," said O'Rourke, with his
own admirable mixture of jest and earn
est.
"Will you go to the telegraph bureau
and write a telegram? In French, or
thA dreadful foreigners'!! bungle 1L
From Mrs. Spry, Brussels, to Miss Angela
Butler, the Chateau, Houfoy. To say
that I shall be at what's the name of
the station? at when does the train get
there? and to ask her to meet me there,
Because she might forget."
"May I look at your books?" he said.
"Certainly," she answered, taking up
loose handful and handing them over
to him. As she did so his eyes met hers,
and he drew them away with a sad
reluctance. Mrs, Spry blushed, and
opened one of the paper-bound volumes.
"Ah !" cried O'Rourke, brightly, a mo
ment later, "you have bought 'Fireflies,
I see." ?
"Yes," she answered, looking up with
faint memory of the blush still linger
ing in her eyes, "I heard a great deal
of talk about it in London, and I want
to see what It's like."
4A delightful book," said O'Rourke.
"A lovely book. The author is a dear
friend of mine. He is staying at Ja
nenne with his wife and their little boy.
I am going down there to pay ' them a
visit."
'Oh!" cried Mrs. Spry, clasping her
hands. "How delightful to know such
people ! Oh, how I do envy you that
privilege!"
'You will be bound to meet him,
O'Rourke said, "and sure to like him. I
believe that Miss Butler and Mrs. Farley
are great friends."
"I shall be afraid of him, I'm sure,"
cried the widow, hiding her face in ber
hands, and surveying O'Rourke through
her fingers. "I was afraid of you at
first." She blushed prodigiously .at this
avowal, and dropping her hands before
her, she turned her head away. O'Rourke
caught her hands and held them for a
moment.
"Of me?" he said, tenderly.
And here, since they were alone in the
carnage, ana had still a good twenty
miles to go before they reached their first
stopping point, no man can say how rap
idly and how happily O'Rourke's fate
might have been decided, if only the ad
venture had happened in England, where
the guards refrain from walking about
the outside -of their trains during transit
But at this instant the door swung open
and the ticket collector entered, and hav
ing with a perfect stony gravity punched
their tickets, swung himself out through
the door on the other side of the car
riage and went on his way with a broad
grin. O'Rourke saw the grin, and for a
moment, though he was a fairly good-tempered
man as a general thing, felt venge
ful. The obvious impossibility of pur
suing the ticket collector along the foot
board did nothing to assuage his anger for
the time.
CHAPTER XIII.
"I should like," said Mr. Frost "I
should particularly like to know what
your individual caper really Is."
"Make your desire a little clearer, re
turned Mr. Zeno. "I speak Engish tol
erably well, I think, but I have yet to
learn American. Try English."
The two were seated in Frost's dingy
apartment. The tenant of the room was
better dressed than usual, his clothes
were better brushed, and his linen was
stiffer and whiter than ordinary. A tall,
shiny silk hat cocked lazily over one eye
gave him a rakish air, and as he leaned
back in a -broken down rocking chair, with
his heels on the window sill, he contem
plated the trim and well polished boots
which ornamented his feet with a look
of obvious satisfaction. The evening sun
shone through the dirty, uncurtained win
dow, and gave bis sallow skin an unac
customed glow.
"What do you want to get at, at all?"
demanded Frost "What do you want
to know? WJiat do you want to do?"
"I want to know and do many things,"
returned Zeno. "Come to your point,
my friend. Be more precise. What do
you want to know? What do you want
to do?"
"You don't put your head into the
lion's mouth and hold It there for noth
ln" said Frost, turning a shifty glance
upon him, "You could know every move
ment that old madman makes, if that's
your only ganie, without putting your
own skin in danger for a second. There
ain't a thing he does that I don t know,
or couldn't know If I wanted to, and
what I know you could know at a very
slight momentary expenditure."
"Well," returned Zeno, "very well.
You know the man in the photograph.
You know Athanos Zeno. Nobody else
knows Athanos Zeno, my good Frost If
Athanos Zeno Is betrayed he is betrayed
by George Frost. Is it worth while to
talk of this any longer? Do you think-
that I am not content with carrying my
life in my own hand, and that I put it
into yours? Do you think that. I am
young enough and foolish enough to trust
anybody without a check? Let me tell
you why I employed you. I saw that you
were clever, cunning and without scruple,
and without courage. It Is not a good
thing always to choose a man without
courage, but it U a good thing in your
case, because when you know that your
life hangs upon your good faith you will
be faithful. Now, Is It really worth while
to talk of this any longer?"
"I own up," said Frost.
"I shall not trust you a bit more if
you own up, as you call it," said Zeno,
tranquilly. "I shall not trust you a
bit less. I shall not trust you less for
this talk, because I have never trusted
you. I shall not trust you an more,
because I never trust anybody. I am
obliged to be In danger. Now, really,
shall we talk of this thing any m re? Is
It really worth while?"
"You're not such a fool," Fnst an
swered, evidently 111 at ease ben th Mr.
Zeno't smile "you're not such a fool as
to suppose that I'm going to throw up
a tolerable safety such as I've got hold
of. . I ain't the ninn to quarrel with my
rations, nor yet to get my skin pierced
while I can keep it whole. I was a fool
to threaten you, but I wauled to know
your game and that was all. If I aiu't
going to be let kno.v it, I'm placable."
"Then," said Zono, "we will go out
and have some dinner, And you shall
pay for the dinner, because you have
been a fool. Eh, my Frost?"
"I'm game (or that," said Frost, "Are
you going to take your parcel with you?"
"Ah! the parcel," said Zeno. "The
parcel is your affair, I had forgotten.
This Is a little invention of your own.
You will bring it under the attention of
the committee this evening and it will
secure you a little praise, I can assure
you."
"What is it?" Frost demanded.
"Ha! ha!" cried Zeno, with a laugh,
"you have divined its nature. What a
cunning fellow it is, and what a cour
ageous fellow it is!"
"I say, look here," said the other,
shrinking closer against the wall, "you
haven't got any of that stuff here, have
you? I can't stand It, Zeno. I won't "
"What?" cries' Zeno, laying a hand
upon Frost's collar. "You call me by
that name ! You are frightened, are you?
and you forget, do you, my poor Frost?
Never be frightened again, will you?
Please! Never forget again, will you?
Please!"
"I hate the stuff," Frost declared. "I
can't bear to be about It."
"Do not mind the stuff, dear Frost,"
said Mr, Zeno, tightening his hold on
Frost's collar. "Mind me, if you please.
You will be very sorry if you call me
by that name again."
"I won't forget again," he said, stam
meringly. "But I hate the stuff. I wish
you wouldn't bring it here."
"Pooh !" returned Zeno, with a brutal
disregard of his friend's sensitiveness
"What harm Is there in this?" He re
leased Frost, and, crossing over to the
other side of the room, took from the sofa
an unsuspicious-looking parcel .wrapped
in brown paper Setting this upon the
table, he proceeded to untie the knotted
string whidT-surrounded it, grinning and
grimacing at his companion as he worked
at the knots with his fingers. Frost glued
himself to the wall and stared at the
parcel with an involuntary batting of the
eyes. When at last the knots were con
quered, the paper wrappages removed,
and the contents exposed, he gave a sigh
of relief, and wiped his brow with the
back of his hand.
"Well," he said, with a ghastly at
tempt at a jocular air and tone, "there
ain't any harm in that, so far as I can
see." Zeno held up before him a packet
of half a dozen books,, held together by
a double strap, and differing slightly in
size.. Fastened to the two straps, was
a loop of sewn leather by which the par
cel could be conveniently carried. .. "I
don't know," said Frost, "what you want
to scare me for. I've told you over and
over again I can't bear the mere sight
of it"
"Come here," said Zeno, laying the
packet on the table and unfastening the
buckles; I have something to show
you." Frost approached with a slow
swagger of unconcern. Zeno, having laid
down the straps on either side, opened
the tonmost volume. "A dictionary," he
said, "of French and English." He flat
tered over the first two or three score
leaves.
"Well," said frost, "where's your In
vention?"
"Here," replied Zeno, and, turning over
another score of leaves, revealed the top
of a tin box, displaying at the same time
the fact that the interior part of the
leaves was cut clean away, and that the
apparent bundle of books was but a case.
He lifted the dictionary, and some two
inches of the tin box stood clear. Then
he lifted the second book, which was
smaller than the first and held it up, a
mere oblong frame. Then he drew out
the tin case Itself, and balanced It in his
hand before Frost who retired so rapidly
that he fell over a chair backward. "Get
up," said Zeno, "it is empty." Frost
arose, rubbing the back of his head, which
had come smartly in contact with the
wall.
"I don't know," he said, "what you
want to scare me for.
"Why," returned Zeno, showing the
gaps in his teeth again, "it is right that
you should know that you are a coward."
"There are some men," said Frost, rls-
inir slowly, "that can't stand snakes.
ain't sweet on snakes myself, but I'd
sooner go to bed with a hogshead of 'em
than be in the same room with dynamite.
And outside that I don't know that I'm
such a champion coward as you take me
for. It's a natural repugnance; that's
what it Is a natural repugnance. I've
read of men that have that same precise
kind of feelin' in respect to cats, and
roses, and all manner of things that you
and rae don't mind at all.
"Well," said Zeno, smiling still, "this
is vour invention, my brave Frost.
make you a present of the idea. You ob
serve" (he restored the tin box to Its
place again, and strapped the Innocent
looking volumes together as he spoke)
"you observe that there is not "fhe least
suspicion about this. If any of your
friends, who does not share your natural
repugnance, should want to cross the
Channel with anything that should not be
observed, this may be useful to him.
"Yes." replied Frost taking the parcel
In his hand and weighing it "It looks
innocent enough. It's ah ingenious Idea,
and I should think it would act But
It won't hold much."
(To be continued.)
Rich and Poor.
Paradoxical as It may seem, the
man who marries a rich wife often
gets a poor one. Somervllle Journal.
How much of Injustice and depravity
Is sanctioned by custom! Terence,
Miner! Wealth of ihm South.
About one-seventh of tihe mineral
production of the entire country comes
from the Southern States. Of bitu
minous coal, the moot vuluabla mineral,
the South produces one-fourth, and of
Iron about one-ninth. Its total coal
resources amount to nearly (KK),0(K),-
000,000 tons, or more than one-fourth
ofour estimated coal reserve.
Of mineral chemical materials the
South suindles more than one-half,
chiefly phosphate rock, nil of whldh Is
produced In Florida, Tennessee ana
South Carolina, anil nearly one-third
of the mineral pigments. Of precious
stones the whole country produces only
$325,000 worth, with the South fur
nishing Its fair share,
The showing In Iron ore reserves is
quite as (food; a safe minimum Is
3,000,000,000 tons, or nearly one-third
of the nation's total. Of workable Iron
ore the South contains one and one-
half times as much as the famous
Lake Superior district, and this does
not Include the deep lying southern
ores.
On a basis of value of product the
South furnishes more than two-sev
enths of our oil and more than one
sixth of our sras. New York Sun?
It Wain't New York.
A gontleman who had occasion to
go to an inland New Englund village
ten miles from a railroad was met at
the station by an old fellow who look
ed as If he might have just awakened
after a Rip Van Winkle sleep. His
horse and buggy were In keeping with
their owner's ancient appearance.
"Here we air at last." said the driv
er, when they finally came to three
bouses and a blacksmith's shop.
'This Isn't much of a place, Is It?"
said the depressed stranger, looking
around.
"OJj, you don't see all o' It from
here," was the reply. "Thar's two
more houses over behind that hill thar,
an' a cooper's shop jest around that
bend In the road thar. Come to bunch
'em all together an' It's consld'able o'
place but o' course it ain't New
York." Woman's Home Companion.
A Fail n re.
Not long ago a man appeared at the
capitol and had his card taken In to
Senator Bailey. The Senator did not
recognize the name, but, in accordance
with his usual courtesy, came out to
where the stranger was waiting.
It took only a few minutes' conver
sation to develop the fact that the In
dividual simply desired to make a
"touch." It was the regulation "Been
unfortunate, sab, and desire to get
back to my own country, sah,"
"What Is your business, colonel?"
the Senator inquired.' The rusty frock
coat and black hat seemed to warrant
the title.
"Why, I am a gentleman, Senator,"
the stranger replied, pompously.
"Oh, I see," the Senator said, pleas
antly. "Have you Instituted bankrupt
cy proceedings yet?" Philadelphia lteo
ord. :
The Prise Cow.
Take for yourself a well bred cow,
get her on full feed, cram and feed
and stuff and cram her for, say, a year.
Go to the trouble of washing and cur
rying and scrubbing and combing , her
twice a day, get down on your hunk
ers, my friend, sandpaper her hoofs,
groom her legs, polish her horns and
brush her tall, and by the time show
season comes around you should have
a very creditable looking show cow.
Sheridan (Mo.) Advance. -
And system .disordered
Catarrh, is not merely an inflammation of the tissues of the head and
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August Is the month of Internal
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excellent remedy lor all these
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So Maori '
Thev went In to dinner together. He
was very bashful, and she tried in vain
to draw him out Finally she 'je,;an
to talk books, and he became respon
sive. "And Hugo?" she asked. "Do
you like his style?"
"Oh, yes," he replied. "I .find him
Inteusely Interesting. I've read a- num
ber of his books."
Then she asked, "Have you read
'Ninety-three'?"
"No. I've er -only read three. I
didn't know he had written so many."
Llpnlncott s.
Witty Journalism.
Jacob A. Rlis, the author and Jour
nalist, was talking about witty news
paper headlines. .
"As witty a headline as I know,"
said he, "was written by a youth of 13
in a San Francisco newspaper office.
There was a bill up to prohibit the sale
of alcoholic drinks within four miles of
the University of California, and this
bill the youth headed:
. '"An Act to Promote Pedestriarilsm
Among Our Students."
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