The Telephone=register., December 07, 1893, Image 4

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CHAPTER. XV.
Scarcely 10 minutee later Tout entered
his sitting room. It was dark. He hated
the darkness. He wanted light—light to
keep the terrors from crowding upon him
—an invisible, awful horde. He lit the
lamp, staggered to the sinking fire and
fell exhausted into a chair, where he sat
with heavily hanging arms and head
fallen forward. His breath came in
spurts, his heart was in his throat, his
wide, circled eyes were sightless, but his
inward vision was the more hideously
acute. Oh, God. the pathos of what he
saw!
One after another he reviewed the
wfcketluesees, the degradations of his
life. How closely they pressed together
—a series of steps, each one lower, form­
ing a stairway and descending into a
gulf! He stood faltering upon the edge
of the last, the darkness hungry for his
soul, the roar of an incoming torrent in
his ears.
Tonight he had stood face to face with
Virginia, not with the white memory
which had always followed him, but
with the living woman whose warm,
fragrant lips had surrendered to his kiss
for one ecstatic moment, long, long ago.
Oh, that fervent, rememliered kiss! Oh,
her deep, mystical eyes!
Those eyes! Ah, they had read him
through and through, making his blood
leap and shiver! Her power was still
unshaken in his soul—nay, she was in­
deed his soul, for near her lie felt and un­
derstood more keenly, and life took on a
deeper meaning. She was his light, his
breath, his revelation, with power in the
small compass of one glance to save
him even from hftnself.
But she was lost to him forever. With
the sight of Dawson's face hail come the
thought of what he was—not fit to stand
before her, not fit to touch her hand.
With a cry like au animal strangling
he threw out his arms. Oh, if he could
be better—or worse! But to have al­
ways seen the good and loved it, and yet
with unstable feet to have drifted away
to all that was vile, even while keeping
hiB eyes fixed ujion the beacon that shed
its light in vain for him—this was tor­
ture. Oh, if he could go back! If he
onl^jconld like a child go back and be­
gin all over again!
He got up slowly and fumbled among
the glasses on the table until he found
the bottle he wanted—a little wine to
help quench this aching regret, this self
reproach in every heart throb! He
drained the glass thirstily, let his folded
arms rest ujxin the table and laid his
head upon them.
The things of the actual world slipis’d
away, and his sleep was troubled by a
dream.
He was alone. The night sighed around
him, the moon swung in the high, misty
spaces. He felt a sense of predestina­
tion as he moved along, as if each step
had lieen ordered bv a will other than
ms own, as u ne must want mat roan
and eventually see what lay ahead in the
mystery of the far, blue shadows.
His vision became clearer, and he saw
himself clad iu a long, white gown, made
pilgrim fashion, a staff in his hand. The
silver at his feet became the sand of a
beach, anti the sweet, monotonous whis­
per stealing through the desolate white­
ness the incessant sobbing of the sea.
Yes, he was walking on the very edge of
the fretting waters.
A warm hand slipped into his, and
Virginia walked beside him. Her hair
was unbound. It softly lashed her
cheeks, and sometimes he felt its silken
caress. He drew her to him, seeking
her lips.
"Stay with me, dear,” he whispered.
"Stay with me now.”
He felt the wanntli of her young, red
mouth on his, but her eyes remained
wide and beseeching. She murmured
his name and led him on until they
stood before a building of austere and
awful structure. It seemed to have risen
from the waters. The waves broke in
greenish tongues upon its steps, and
within he saw .1 fallen lamp sputtering
before a ruined shrine. As they paused
in the shadow of its door they heard the
sound of bare feet whispering upon
stone, and slowly up one staircase and
down another a silent multitude poured,
all garbed like Virginia and himself in
the simple vestments of the antique
world. Many of hie friends were in the
throng, many of his old classmates; his
enemies, too—Delatole and Dawson. It
was a curious thing that those going up
smiled at him. but those returning
poured down and passed him with revil­
ing glances or cold faces turned away.
In silence, with his love’s hand cling­
ing to his, they joined the ascending
line. Up. np. until his body was weary
and his veins throbbed with ¡win, and
still lieyond were other shadowy stairs
under appalling arches. Faint and bat­
tling for breath, they reached the top at
last. A vast hall wrapjied in luminous
gloom stretched away into immeasura­
ble space. From its strange circular
windows they could see the green of the
sea. far. far lielow, the waves rolling in
with a languorous movement.
He let hie folded arme reet upon the table
read laid hie head upon them.
Tom felt a numbness «eixe him. He
sighed again and again, at length tear­
ing away the white folds of cloth from
his breast in an effort to ease its burn­
ing.
"What place is this?" faltered from
his dry lipa.
Virginia did not answer. She seemed
stricken dumb with grief.
Before a door lending to an inneT
chamber an old man stood on guard.
His shoulders were curved as if he had 1
toiled with the spade. His hairy, labor I
twisted hands were crooned upon a staff.
One sentence only left his Hpe in a ino
notonons sing song:
"The Hall of the Sinful Copy.”
Tom hesitated before him. joy welling !
in hia heart. The simple, trusting, ador- ,
ing old man was his father. Oh. here
he would And love nnspeakable.
"Father!" he whispered, with vehe- I
ment tenderness.
BuTlieTiad not succeeilefl. No, for Tie
was here in this last hour of the year,
making his indeterminate way for a last
| look at the peaceful old square he had
1 once thought so stupid, a last look at
1 the walls that had frowned on his fro-
| ward hopes, perhaps a last word with
Virginia. And then? The river—a sleep
I in the snow—an end somehow.
At the tree where the knowledge of
his love and power first came to him lie
paused. Hix arms were loosely folded
on his breast. His eyes were shadowy
and grieved as those of a beaten animal
thoroughly cowed.
Suddenly the sliade at Virginia's win­
dow was raised, and she stood with her
body pressed against the glass, her hands
arched over her eyes as she ¡leered into
the night. O11, was she watching for
him? Oh. hail she one thought for him?
With a yearning sob Tom made a
movement forward and then retreated.
He could see the whole room. A man
had entered. He remembered him as
Virginia's companion at the theater. He
carried a bunch of flowers as white as
the snow clinging to his broad shoulders,
and as Virginia went toward him he
took her hand and gave them to her.
What words was he speaking now?
Tom could see his strong, quivering face,
his moving lips, his submissive yet im­
passioned attitude.
He loved Virginia. Yes, and the en­
chanted whisper of his love seemed to
steal out to the watcher through the
drifting snow.
a moment tney stixxt closely together,
then Virginia was in his arms, clinging
to him. and he had kissed her.
A sharp breath of longing broke from
Tom. To shut out the picture he turned
his face to the wet bark of the tree,
shuddering and sobbing like a woman,
Virginia another's. He not the slight­
est influence in her life ever again—fall­
en into darkness, utterly forgotten.
Faintly the first chimes floated from
the belfry, and he looked up.
Virginia had left her lover, who stood
just behind her. She was again at the
window, still under curved hands look­
ing into the darkness, and now he could
plainly see the pity, the tender, search­
ing look in the wide, clear eyes.
how lie bad found the doors opeu and
‘•S?,
the lights out, and that he had been
Into that long back room faeiug the
stairs, and had seen something-in
ar ’
y
even trying to hint at which lie turned
sick and broke down and had to have
brandy giveu him.
» •«
“But, my dear,’’ she said, “I dare
say the house was dark, for wo wore al
at the theater with my uncle, and no
doubt tbe door was open, for the ser­
(■
vants will run out if they’re left. llut
you could not have I hi ‘11 In that room,
because I locked it when I cameawaj,
i
and the key was in m.v pocket. I
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dressed ill a hurry aud left all my odds
and ends lying about.”
With the only complete bicycle plant in the wotf
“I know,” beeaid "I saw a greon
scarf on a chair, and some long brown where every part of the machine is made from A to Z, is
gloves, and a lot of hairpins and rib­ any wonder that Victor Bicycles are acknowledged lead«
bons, and a prayer book, and a lace
There’s no bicycle like a Victor, and no plant so grand]
handkerchief on the dressing table.
complete as the one devoted exclusively to the manuiactui
Why, I even noticed the calendar on
the luautelpiece—October 21st.
At of this king of wheels.
least it couldn’t be that, because this is
May. And yet it was. Your calendar
WASHINGTON,
DENVER,
SAN IRAN0IM
is at October 21st, isn’t It?”
BOSTON.
“No, of course it isu’t," she said smil­
ing rather anxiously; “but all the other
things were just as you say. You must
have liad a dream, or a vision, er
something.”
He was a very ordinary, common­
place young mini, but lie did not. believe
in visions; but he never rested day or
night till he got his sweet heart and
her mother away from that commodi­
ous house and settled them in a dis­
tant, quiet suburb, In the course of
tlie removal, he incidentally married
her; and the mother went on living
with them.
His nerves must have lieen a good
Castor la cures Colic, Constipation
“Cantoria 13 so well adapted to children that
bit shaken, because he was very queer
Sour Stomach, Diarrhoea. Eructation,
I recommend ita» superior to any prescription
Kills Worms, gives sleep, and
for a long lime, and was always inquir­
pestion,
known to me.”
H. A. A rcher , M. D.,
ing if anyone bad taken the desirable
Without injurious medication.
Ill So. Oxford St., Brooklyn, N. Y.
suburban house; and an old stock brok­
“ For several years I have
er with a family took it, be went to the
•• The use of ' Csstoria ’ is so uuireraal and
your ‘ Castoria, ’ and shall always
Its merits so well known that It seems aw“^
length of calling on the old gentleman
do
so as it has invariably produced
nf Kimereroiration to endorse it. F ew are tne
results.”
h.tellKtent Emilies who do not keep Cartoria
and imploring him, by all that he held
E dwin F. P ardii , M.
within e«r re«hj^
p
dear, not to live in that fatal house.
“The Winthrop,” 125th Street and 7th A
New York ¿’Ity.
“Why?” said the stock broker, not
Nsw York
Ijite Pastor Bloomingdale Reforuwd Church.
unnaturally.
And then he got so vague and con­
T hs C kwtauk C ompamy , 77 M urray S trut , N iw Y
fused, between trying to tell why aud
trying not-to’tell why, that the stock­
broker showed liim out, and thanked
his God lie was not such a fool as to al­
low a lunatic to stand in tlie way of his
taking that really remarkably cheap
aid desirable suburban residence.
Now, the curious and quite inexpli­
cable part of this story is that when
she came down on tlie morn­
ing of the 22d of October, she
found him looking like death, witli the
morning paper iu his hand. He caught
hers—be could not speak, and pointed
to the paper. And there she read that
A’.'y’s ('ream Halm ie not a liquid, muff or powder. Applied into the nottnh
on the night of the 21st, a young lady,
quickly abevrbed. It cleansee the i^ul, allay inflammation, heah
the stock broker’s daughter, had been
a
theeoree. Sold by druagut» or eent by mail on receipt of price.
found with her throat cut from ear to
ear, on the lied in the long back bed­
room facing the stairs of that desirable
suburban house.— Arffonaut.
1 VICTOR
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|y
But the worn, gentle face took on a
look of hatred it had never worn in life.
The gnarled fingers flung his arms away.
"I sacrificed myself for you. Hunger,
des]>air were nky portion many a time
that you might be happy, free and some
day great. This I did for you, but you
have poisoned eternity for me,” were the
words that left hia lips with the fury of
a malediction.
Tom could not linger to question or
appeal. The throng pressing behind him
bore him on to the center of the inner
hall, where a presence, awful in its aus­
terity and grandeur, hung like a shadow,
with eyes of fire above a parchment out­
spread upon a marble ledge. Around
this the crowd circled, looked and moved
on one by one.
He bent over it eagerly. Here lay the
explanation,the quest of this vast throng.
He looked, and his breath seemed to
cease. Before Ilia eyes lay the stolen play.
It pages were charred as if it had l>een
passed tlirough flame. It was blotted
with tears ami smeared with blixid. His
Director of the lllnt,
name was written there for all to see,
and far off he still heard his father's
Acting Director of the Mint Preston
quavering, husky voice—the voice that
in his annual report says the value of
once sang lullabies to him—repeating to
gold deposited during the year was
the curious thousands;
"The Hall of the Sinful Copy.”
$50,000,000 and the silver deposits 73,-
The dews of terror for some unknown
000,000 ounces. His report further
bnt approaching disaster broke from
shows:
every pore, and he sank to his knees,
Exports of gold.........
drawing Virginia with him.
Imports.......................
"Oh, kiss me once, love,” she whisper­
Imports of silver......... ....$
ed, her white cheek hard upon his; "we
Exports........................
must part so soon!”
Silver offered for sale) ounces) 98,487,812
"Don’t leave me,” he pleaded. “I love
you. To be near you is delight even in
Amount purchased............. 54,000,000
this fearful place. I'll give back the
Average price paid.............. $
0.843
play. In the light of truth I will stand
Total silver purchased un­
unmasked. I'll do it gladly, let them
der Shermau act (ounces) 168,674,082
revile me as they will. Then I'll have
Average price....................... $
0.9224
peace—and your love, dearer than all
Coinage value..................... $218,048,431
the world.”
Silver bullion on hand No­
Oh, her lovely, melting eyes, her kiss
heavy with farewell!
vember 15 (ounces)........... 140,494,824
"It is too late,” she sighed, and he felt
Total purchased since April
her lips upon his throat. "All that is
1873 (ounces)...................... 496,984,431
past.” And for another moment she
Cost......................................... $.508.933,975
clung to him.
The stocks of gold and silver in the
“No, no. We will lie happy yet,” he
United States July 1, 1893, were: '
cried in anguish.
Gold......................................... $597,000,000
Bnt the words were hushed upon his
lips, tn some occult way u>e iruui was
Silver...................................... 615,000,000
revealed to him. He knew that all the
The gold coinage throughout the
faces he had looked upon were those of
country during 18!rj was:
the dettd. He too was dead, and Vir­
ginia. Life and earth were gone forever. He turned hie face from where the river Gold.........................................$168,000,000
Silver...................................... 143,000,000
lay.
Re]>entance was vain, redemption im­
possible, parting, shame anil despair
He was not forgotten. No, no, not
Oregon Apples.
eternal.
even in this first moment of her new
In the sudden blackness tliat swept happiness. It was for him her gaze tried
Ashland Ileeorel: G. W. Edwards,
down like the shadow cast by a mon­ to pierce the deep glixnn. for him—poor
strous wing Virginia's body slipped from wanderer—the light burned brightly in of the firm of Johnson & Ce.,San Fran­
his longing arms, and he was alone.
her window, as if she knew, who knew cisco commission merchants, has pur­
The cry that broke from his humili­ him so well, he might stray back that chased most of the apple orchards up
ated soul sent the vision whirling, and night.
the valley this year, having bought
he awoke, conscions of a bursting heart
He stepped into the deeper shadow, Neill’s Kincaid’s, Ross’, Home’s, W.
Ind a quivering body bathed in cold bnt his spent heart felt one quivering H. Shepherd’s, Dunn’s and Wagner’s.
dews. He made an effort to rise, and as thrill of hope. A tumultuous, anguished
Mr. Edwards was the first of the San
he did so felt a hand upon his shoulder, craving to live again swept through him.
heard a voice speaking his name.
If he were worth her remembrance, if Francisco men who came into the
“What else?” he cried, flinging back she wanted him back, might he not yet Rogue river valley and gave the advan­
his head, hiH eyes flashing a maddened make something of the ruins of his tage of outside money for their apples.
defiance and clouded with blood. “What youth—not the marvelous structure he He has spent $.55,C X) for the fruit here­
else? Oh, God!”
had once dreamed of with turrets in the about. All of bis apples shipped are to
Mr. Pltinket's commonplace face was clouds—yet something—something-----
be labeled Oregon apples.
close to him.
He covered his face with his crossed
“Murray, you must be ill. You’ve been arms, and the bitterest moment of his
Turpin, the famous French inventor,
dreaming—crying out as if some one life was upon him.
has devised a plan for the destruction
were hurting you. Wake up. Don't
A picture seemed to rise before him, of tornadoes. It is a well known fact
stare so, man. Wake np.”
thrown outward in bold lines upon a that a waterspout at sea is at once dis­
Staring, trembling, his tongue thick, misty whiteness. He saw a disheartened
Tom sprang np. T^e sense of utter loss, miner laying down his spade before a sipated by the firing of a canon. Tur­
the tragedy of Virginia's last kiss, were worked out mine which had failed in its pin contends that a tornado on land is
still with him. He looked around, star­ golden promise. Before him into the the same sort of a natural phenomenon
tled, dumb. Yonder in the crimson circle west and the falling night stretched a as a waterspout at sAi, and may be de­
cast by the lamp stood Delatole smiling. new road, and toward this hiB face was stroyed in the same way. His plan is
Just lieyond him were the gaunt form set. But he looked back once over the to build a series of towers, say 120 feet
and lonely eyes of Felix Dawson. Both blue prairie, back to the east, a farewell high aud some 100 yards apart, along
were waiting.
in his eyes. It was a moment's halt—a
the southwestern part of the town to lie
“My dear Murray, 1 am here under little space for dreaming and regret.
protest,” said Plnnket, wringing his fat
Tom's nerveless bands fell down. He protected. Gn top of each tower is to
hands in a loose, soft, helpless way as he gave a quivering sigh, like a man com­ be some 2C1 pounds of high explosive
stood with his head on one side. "This ing up to breathe after the water had so arranged with a windmill device
man's story is absurd—now be quiet, passed over him.
that it would be automatically explod­
don't get angry, but—but—he says your
His artistic life was complete in its ed by a wind approaching the inte nsi-
last play was one he sent you and which terrible incompleteness. This was his ty of a tornado. This he claims will
you — er — er — er — appropriated. He moment of transition. Was there a new
hasn't a shadow of proof. How could road for him? Its beginning might lie destroy the tornado at once. He says
he? Why, it’s preposterous! As if I in shadow, but did it lead anywhere? that the cost of this protection would
wouldn't know your style anywhere! I Could he go on? Where? How? He did lie trifling in comparison to the lives
and property annually destroyed by
poobpoohed him, bnt Mr. Delatole j>er- not know.
suailed me to let him face yon with his
But Virginia in the window still tornadoes in the United States.
story. That is all, my dear Murray; watched for him, and now the chimes
In area Australia equals the United
that is all.”
were pealing like mad. Oh, their rise
Tom regarded him vacantly while he and fall, their winged clamor, their ec­ States. According to the census of I8!»l
spoke. He started blindly forward and static repetitions reasoning down his pit­ Australia contains 3,075,288 square
paused midway in the room, leaning iful hesitation!
miles and a population of 3,801,650.
upon a chair.
He turned his face from where the This population is strongly British. Es-
He was not dreaming still? No; these river lay and walked eastward through
were men. not shades. This was his fa­ the falling snow. His heart was bathed pecialy is this true of the religious pro­
miliar room—Virginia was not faraway. in a strange, warm peace. The chimes fession. The sects are all slips from the
English planting, the Church of Eng­
All was not over. The living moment followed him—a silver, celestial voice.
land, the Presbyterians,the Methodists,
was still his. Considerations so im­
THE END.
portant bnt a little while ago were lost
the Baptists and the Congregational-
Mlstakes of Oregonians,
sight of; his tortured sensibilities over-
istx. The Lutherans are an exception.
leajied them all in a maddening thirst to
The following is an extract from a Of the 2,608,629 Protestants more than
redeem himself in his own eyes while he letter written by a plain old farmer of
one-half lielong to the Church of Eng­
could, to purge the soilnre from his sonl.
so that never—oh. never—might he south Douglas county for the Riddle land.
really know that sense of awful, final Knterpriee:
England's debt is about $1,550,000,000
There lx much being said in tho
condemnation revealed to him in a
dream.
country about hard times and the and has a voting population of 6,000,000.
"Speak up, Murray. Throw the lie scarcity of money, and as everybody The United States debt is about $1,600,-
in his teeth,” cried Plnnket.
has a cause and knows a remedy, I 000; nearly $600,000,000 Is interest bear­
A pallor suddenly stmek Tom's face thought I would write and tell your ing, payable in 1907. The voting pop­
from brow to chin: a pale smile came
ulation is 13,€30,000.
and went upon his lipa. Wretched and readers what I think is the causo. The
It is now pretty well understoixl that
wild though his face was, there was trouble is, we buy more than we can
something of inexplicable triumph in produce. There is too much flour and the contemplated race between the
l«con shipped here every year. The I ' champion F.Bglish and American loco­
that smile—a light »heve a wreck.
He looked straight at Plnnket:
things we ought to make at home we motives, that were exhibited at Chica­
"The lie? No! The lie was mine. Do are buying.
go, will not take place. Our British
you hear? The horrid, damnable lie
We let our timber rot and buy our
was mine. The play was his. Istoleit. plow stocks, singletrees, ax handles, cousins decline to join in a contest in
which they know, beforehand, they
I called it ‘In the Name of the Czar,'
would come out second best. No. 999,
and when he came to me I wouldn't give hoe bandies and fencing.
We throw away our ashes and buy of tlie N. Y. Central, is said to have
it np. I wouldn't do it. But now—oh,
take it—and with it remove the enrse soap and axle grease.
made the rate of 112} miles per hour,
We give away our lieef bides and and no locomotive as yet produced in
that has followed me”'
A groan of agony came with the words. buy bamestrings and shoestrings.
i Eugland has come up to that scratch.
His eyes looked |>ast the amazed and
We buy garden seed in the spring;
startled group to the open doorway.
and cabbage in the winter.
In a private letter to a populist friend
Was Virginia's gray, drawn face as he I
Wo let our land grow up in weeds in Umatilla county, Gov. Pennoyer
had seen it in his dream still before his
| says: Of course, I am a populist; and
fancy? He looked again. Then he saw and buy our brooms.
We let the wax of our pine and gum I a. nine tenths of the people of Oregon
she was really upon the threshold, her
eyes mirroring the pity and horror her trees go to waste and buy chewing favor the same doctrines, they are |x>p-
trembling lips could not apeak. She had gum for our children.
ulists, and it is therefere quite reasona-
heard all.
________
We build school bouses and hire able to expect a sweeping populist vic­
teachers and send our children efl' to tory in Oregon, if we keep in the mid­
CHAPTER XVI.
dle of the road."
The snow was falling through the black I be educated.
We land a 5-cent fish with a $4 fish- ;
night. Chelsea sqnare was silent, and
the wind among the line of trees stand- ing pole.
ing sentinel wise came like a tremendous | We send a 15-eent boy out with a
sigh ascending to a moan. The year $2u gun and a $4 dog to kill birds.
would die and the new year be born in a
We raise dogs and buy wool.
whirling whiteness, winding sheet and
And about the only thing in this
baptismal rolx- in one.
country that there is an over-produc­
The lights in the lamps flared lone-
sogiely or Ixtit to the rush of the wind. tion of is polities and dogties.
Their uncertain fliekir fell upon Tom
CAVEATS,
Texas raises 1,200,006 bales of cotton,
--AM MARKB,
and sent strange, leaping shadows across
design MTIIITA
which
yield
nearly
$-50,060,060.
The
his face. He walked as one without pur- !
COPYRIGHTS, etoJ
cotton seed product exceeds 600,000'
pose and kept close to the {«lings.
free Handbook "Tito to
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boadwat , N bw Yonir.
Following his confession bail come [ tons. The sugar plantations on the
for •et-nrina pat rata In America,
»kra out by us Is bmu*ht before
Delatole's attacks in the press, each word I Brazos alone produces 12,000,000 pounds
autiea fl ran free of charge U U.a
an adder bite, lie had expected them, of sugar and 1.3)0.000 gallons of molas­
but they drove him mad. and for a week | ses. Texas has 5,000,000 sheep and |
be bad been hidden in the nether circles
of the city. Such a week!—a conflagra­ clips 25,000,006 pounds of wool. The
tion in which he hail tried to burn every pecan trees of Texas yield every year (
vestige of horn cable lnanbc.l left him. 9,000.000 pounds of nuts.
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WAS IT A SPECTER?
Marriage Saves a Young Oirl From Having Her
Throat Cut.
CASTORIA
for Infante and Children.
He wtis waiting for her; he had been
waiting an hour and a half in a dusty
suburban lane, with a row of big trees
on one side and some eligible building
sites on tlie other—and far away to the
southwest the twinkling yellow lights
of the city. It was not quite like a
country lane, for it had a pavement
and lamp posts, but was not a bad
place fora meeting all the same; aud
further up toward the cemetery, it was
really quite rural, and almost pretty in
twilight. He loved her and was en­
gaged to lie married to her, with the
complete disapproval of every reasona­
ble person who had been consulted.
And this half-clandestine meeting was
to take the place of the grudgingly
sanctioned weekly interview—because
a certain rich uncle was visiting at her
house, and her mother was not the
woman to acknowledge to a moneyed
uncle, who might “go off” any day, a
match so deeply ineligible as hers with
him.
So he waited for her, aud the chill of
an unusually severe evening entered
into his bones.
The policeman passed him with but
a surly response to his “good night."
The bicyclists went by him like gray
ghosts witli foghorns; and it was near­
ly ten o'cloek and she had not come.
He shrugged his shoulders and turn­
ed toward his lodgings. His road led
him by her house—desirable, commo­
dious, suburban—and he walked slow­
ly as lie neared It. She might, even
now, he thought, be coming out.
But she was net. There was no sign UVW Complexion
of movement about the house, no sign
of life, no lights even in the windows.
are all intimately connected
And her people were not early people.
——practically inseparable.
He paused by the gate, wondering.
-177’7^ Though the fact is often
Then he noticed that the front door
,^,...Z Z ignored, it is nevertheless
was open—wide open—and the street —true that a good complex-
That dreaded and dreadful diseasel
ion is an impossibility with-
lamp shone a little way into the dark —
out good digestion, which » TE j z :
What
shall
stay its ravages? Thousands
hall. There was something about all ----- »CTO« jn turn ¿gpgjjjs on good L- ct .—r-
this that did not please him—that scar­ — ".„IS foOd.
say Scott’s Emulsion of pure Norwegian
J
ed him a little, indeed. The house had Tr-xrJg There is no more common
cod liver oil and hypophosphites of lime
a gloomy and deserted air. It was ob-
cause of Indigestion than L..LZ.ZT:
and soda has cared us of consumption in its first
*ariL Let the bright house-
viously Impossible that it harbored a
rich uncle. The old man must have
stages. Have you a cough or cold acute or leading
left early. In which case—
to consumption ? Make no delay but take
He walked up the path and listened.
No sign of life. He passed into the
Scott’s Emulsion cures Coughs,
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hall. There was no light anywhere.
Colds, Consumption, Scrofula,
0
Where was everybody aud why was The New Vegetable Shortening
and all Anaemio and Wasting
.Bill A
Diseases.
Prevents
wasting
In
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the front door open? There was no
and substitute for lard, and
Children. Almost as palatable as
_
one in tlie drawing room, tlie dining
her cheeks, with those of
milk. Set only the irenulne. Pre-
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room and the study (nine feet by seven)
her family, will be far
pared by Scott A Iiowne, Choaiists, New
11 ■ ■ IW 111 II
more likely to be “ Like a
were equally blank. Every one was
lork. Sold by all Druggists.
1111 Iffll 1HI
rose in the snow.”
out, evidently. But the unpleasant
C ottolene is clean, deli
sensethat be was, perhaps, not tlie first
cate, healthful and popu- ;
casual visitor to walk through that
.......z; lar. Try it for yourself.
open door compelled him to look
Send three cents in stamps toN. :
through the house liefore he went
— K. Fairbank & Co.,Chicago, tor ;
.. t .~.Z. handsomeCottoleneCook Book, i
away and closed it after him. So he
containing six hundred recipes,
went upstairs, and at the door of the
prepared by nine eminent autnor>
¡ties on cooking.
first bedroom he came to he struck a
wax match, as he bad done in the sit­
nade only by
ting rooms. Even as he did so he felt
N.
K.
Fairbank
& Co.,
that he was not alone. And he was
ST. LOUIS and
prepared to see something, but for
CHICAGO, NEW YORK, BOSTON.
what he saw lie was not {»repared. For
what he saw lay on the bed in a white
loose gown—and it was his sweetheart,
and its throat was cut from ear to ear.
He does not know what happened
then, nor how he got down stairs and
DRUSS AHO
into the street; but he got out somehow
Tboaaandsof Cure* fjy our Belts are persons who have done ao.
and .the policeman found him in a fit
under the lamp post at tlie corner of the
street. He could not s(>eak when they
picked him tip, and he passed the
night in the police cell, because ths po­
'Wi'X’H NEW EIsECTRIC
S’CSE’ENSOIi.'Z’.
liceman bad seen plenty of drunken
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men before, but never one in a fit
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The next morning he was better,
It cures all diseases curable by El
though still very white and shaky.
It is a complete battery, as used by the I
But the tale be told tlie magistrate was
most physicians, made into a Belt, so as M
convincing, and they sent a couple of
easily worn during work, or at rest. It
constables with him to her bouse.
soothing, prolonged currents, which cu
carried to any part of the body where there
There was no crowd’about it as he
had fancied there would be, and the
pain, and will give instant relief, as El
blinds were not down.
permeates the entire system with a
glowing heat, rejuvenating every weak
As he stood, dazed, in front of the
or part of the body.
door, it opened and she came out.
He helil on the door ¡»st forsup|>ort.
"She’s all right, you see, said the po­
Buffering from Nervous Debility. Seminal Weakntw lmpakjj
liceman, who had found him under
Aer'r^Ii?8e8’”crvou’“''s"' Sk-eplessnesH, Lame Back. KWaefo^B
or norve
or
HI health, resulting rr..m over-tax»6OT™?5
the lamp. "I told you you was drunk,
nermToent !^La.bu?S8 excesses, worry or exposure, wMI find a speedf "“"Z
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mervelous inventioniwhich requires but atrialIW*
but you would know best---- -”
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ik*Lnt,lcai- ,In i-mr ignoranceof effects or by exce» orexP-J
When be was alone with her, he told
More Belts Made
her—not all—for that would not bear
telling—but how he had come into1
and Sold and
robust lieahb and
’’ no experiment, as we have restored thou«“**
the commodious suburban house, and
More Sufferers
THE
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