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OF '*THE IN SLACK“ “A.GENTLEMAN .OF FRANCE ”/ETC E'c. COPYRIGHT k89l> BY CASSEI LPUBLISHINC CO.. ALL RIGHTS’ RESERVED I looked to see her fall into raptures such aa women are commonly moro prono to than men. But all women are not the same. Mistress Anne was looking, in­ deed, when I turned and surprised her, at the scene which had so moved me, but the expression of her face was sad and bitter and utterly melancholy. The weariness and fatigue I had often seen lurking in her eyes had invaded all her features. She looked five years older—no longer a girl, but a gray faced, hopeless woman, whom the sight of this peaceful haven rather smote to the heart than filled with antici­ pations of safety and repose. It was but for a moment I saw her so. Then Bhe dashed her hand across her eyes —though I saw no tears in them—and with a pettish exclamation turned away. “Poor girl!" I thought. ‘‘She, too, is homesick. No doubt this reminds her of some place at home or of some person.” I thought this the more likely, as Master Bertie came from Lincolnshire, which, he said, had many of the features of this strange land, and it was conceivable enough that she should know Lincoln­ shire, too, being related to his wife. I soon forgot the matter in the excite­ ment of landing. A few minutes of bustle and it was over. The boat put out again, and we four were left face to face with two strangers, an elderly man and a girl, who had come down to the pier to meet us. The former, stout, bluff and red faced, with a thick gray beard and a gold chain about his neck, had the air of a man of position. He greeted us warmly. His companion, who hung behind him, some­ what shyly, was as pretty a girl as one could find in a month. A second look as­ sured n>c of something more—that she formed an excellent foil to the piquant brightness and keen vivacity, the dark hair and nervous features of Mistress Anna For the Dutch girl was fair and plump and of perfect complexion. Her hair was very light, almost flaxen indeed, and her eyes were softly and llmpidly blue —grave, innocent, wondering eyes they were, I remember. I guessed rightly that the was the elderly man's daughter. Later may speak freely to you, since our enemies are in the main the same—you know that our Spanish rulers are not very popular with us and grow less popular every day, especially with those who are of the re­ formed faith. We have learned, some of us, to speak their language, but we love them none the better for that. ” “lean sympathize with you indeed,” cried the duchess Impulsively. '‘God grant that our country may nover be in tbe same plight, though it looks as if this Spanish marriage were like to put us in it. It is Spain! Spain! Spain! and noth­ ing else nowadays!” I “Nevertheless the emperor is a great and puissant monarch,” rejoined the Arnhelmer thoughtfully, “and could he rule us himself we might do well. But his dominions are so largo ho knows little of us. And, worse, he is dying, or as good as dying. He can scarcely sit his horse, and rumor says that before the year is out ho will resign the throne. Then we hear little good of his successor, your queen’s husband, and look to hear less. I fear that there is a dark time before us, and God only knows the issue.” “And alone will rule it,” Master Bertie rejoined piously. This saying was in a way the keynote to the life we found our host living on his island estate. Peace, but peace with con­ stant fear for an assailant and religion for a supporter. Several times a week Master Lindstrom would go to Arnheim to superintend his business, and always after his return he would shako his head and speak gravely, and Dymphna would loso her color for an hour or two. Things were going badly. Tho reformers were being | more and moro hardly dealt with. The ; Spaniards were growing moro despotic, j That was his oonstant report, and then I I would seo him, as bo walked with us in orchard or garden or sat beside the stove, cast wistful glances at tho comfort and plenty round him. I knew that he was asking himself how long they would last. If they escaped the clutches of a tyran­ nical government, would they bo safe In the times that were coming from the vio­ lence of an ill paid soldiery? The answer was doubtful, or rather It was too certain. I sometimes wondered bow he could pa­ tiently foresee such possibilities and ttiko no steps, whatever tho risk, to prevent them. At first I thought Ills patience sprang from the Dutch character. Later I traced its deeper roots to a simplicity of faith and a deep religious feeling, which either did not at that time exist in Eng- ■ land or existed only among people with whom I had never como into contact. 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And to TSF A if; tv“ Portland Ar 5.3Ô P M an extent, too, which then surprised me, 10:15 A M 1 Lv McMinnville Lv 3:01 P M 1 found, as time went on, that the duchess 12,15 P M 1 Ar Corvallis Lv 1:00 P M and Master Bertie shared this enthusiasm, although with them it took a less obtru­ At Albany and Corvallis connect with sive form. trains of Oregon Pacific Railroad, I was led at the time to think a good Express Train Daily, (Except Sunday.) deal about this, and just a word I may say ¿40 P M Lv Ar 8-25 A M Portland of myself and of those days spent on the 7:15 P M Lv St. Joseph Lv 5 51AM Í learned that she was his only child, and Rhino island—that whereas before I bad 7:26 P M Ar Lv 5 W A M that her name was Dymphna. McMinnville taken but alukewarm interest in religious Ho was a Master Lindstrom, a merchant questions, and while clinging instinctive­ Through Tickets to all points in Eastern at standing in Arnheim. He had visited ly to the teaching of my childhood had State«. Canada and Europe can be obtained al lowest rates from O. A. Wilcox, Agent, McMinn England and spoke English fairly, and conformed with a light heart rather than • rille. E. P. ROGERS, being under some obligations, it appeared, annoy my uncle, I came to think some- Asst. G. F. & P. A., Portland, Or. to the Duchess Katherine waa to be our I what differently now, differently and R. KOEHLER, Manager. host. moro seriously. And so I have continued We all walked up the little avenue to­ to think 6ince, though I have never be­ gether, Master Lindstrom talking as he come a bigot, a fact I owe perhaps to went to husband or wife, while bis daugh­ Mistress Dymphna, in whose tender heart ter and Mistress Anne came next, gazing there was room for charity as well as faith, CHURCHES B aptist —Se.•vices Sunday 11 a. m. and | each at each in silence, as women when j for she was my teacher. Of necessity, since no other of our party 7:30 p. m ; Sunday school 9:50 a tn.; th< they first meet will gaze, taking stock, I young people's society G: 15 p tu Prayer suppose, of a rival’s weapons. I walked . could communicate with her, I became meeting Thursday 7 30 p. m. Covenant last, wondering why they had nothing to more or less the Dutch girl’s companion. meeting first Sat each month 2:00 p. m. say to oDe another. I would often of an evening join her on a E. B. P ace , Pastor. As we entered the house the mystery wooden bench which stood under an elm M bthodist E piscopal —Services every was explained. “She speaks no English,” on a little spit of grass looking toward the Sabbath 11:00 a. m. and 7:30 p. m. Snndaj said Mistress Anne, with a touch of scorn. city and at some distance from the house. “And we no Dutch," I answered, smil­ Here, when tho weather was warm, she school 9:30 a m. Prayer meeting 7:00 p ing. “Hero in Holland I am afraid that would watch for her father’s return, and tu. Thursday. L ee T hompson , Pastor. hero one day, while talking with her, I C umb . P resbyterian —Services every Sab­ she will have somewhat the best of us. had the opportunity of witnessing a sight bath 11:00 a m and 7:30 p. m. Sunday Try her with Spanish.” unknown in England, but which year by “Spanish! I know none.” school 9:30 a. in. Y. P. C. E.. Sunday 6:3b ! year was to become more common in the “Well, Ido—a little.” p. id . Prayer meeting Thursday, 7:30 p. m “What, you know Spanish?” Mistress ' Netherlands, more heavily fraught with E E. T hompson , Pastor. C hristian —Preaching at 11 a. m. and at : Anne’s tone of surprise amounted almost menace in Netherland eyes. We happened to be so deeply engaged in 7:30 p. m on the first and third Sundays; to incredulity, and it flattered me, boy on the second and fourth Sundays at 7^:30 I that I was. I dare say it would have flat­ watching the upper end of the reach at until further notice At Carlton on sec­ tered many an older head than mino. the time in question, where we expected ond and fourth Sundays nt 11 a. m., and "You know Spanish? Wherodid you learn each moment to see Master Lindstrom’s Saturduy evening before at 7:30. At No. 8 it?" she continued sharply. boat round the point, that we saw nothing at 3 p. in on worn! and fourth Sundays. of a boat coining the other way until the "At homo." J ames C ampbell , V. D. M.. Pastor “At home! Where Is that?” And she flapping of its sails as it tacked drew our S t . J ames E piscopal C hvrch —Lay-Ser­ eyed me still more closely. “Where is eyes toward it. Even then in tbe boat it­ vices every Sunday at 11 o'clock a. m. your home. Master Carey? You havo self I saw nothing strange, but in its pas­ S t . J ames C atholic —First st., between never told me.” sengers I did. They were swarthy, mus­ G and H. Sunday school 2:30 p. ni. Ves­ But I had said already more than I in­ tachioed men, who in tho hundred poses pers 7:30. Services once a month. tended, and I shook my head. “I mean,” they assumed, as they lounged on deck or T. B biody , Pastor I explained awkwardly,“that I learned it leaned over the side, never lost a peculiar in a home I once had. Now my home is air of bravado. As they drew nearer to us tbe sound of their loud voices, their oaths here. At any rate, I have no other.” SECRET ORDERS. The Dutch girl, standing pationtly be­ and laughter reached us plainly and K nowles C hapter N o . 12, O. E. 8 —Meets a ! Masonic hall the first and third Monday evening | side us, had looked first at one face and : seemed to jar on the evening stillness. in each month. Visiting members cordlallv in- I then at tho other as we talked. Wo were Their bold, fierce eyes, raking tho banks vited. C. H. McKINNEY, Sec. all by this time in a long, low pallor, unceasingly, reached us at last. The girl MRS. C. W. TALMAGE, W. M. by my side uttered aery of alarm and roso A. O- U. W.—Charity Lodge No. 7 meets first and I warmed by a pretty closed fireplace cov­ 1 as if to retreat. But she sat down again, third Fridays of each month, 7:30 p. m. Lodge ; ered with glazed tiles. On the shelves of a great armoire, or dresser, at one end of for behind us was an open stretch of turf, room in Union block. H. C. BURNS, M. W. the room, appeared a fine show of silver and to escape unseen was impossible. Al­ J. D. BAKER. Becorder. 10 plate. At the other end stood a tall linen ready a score of eyes had marked her Yamhill Lodge so. 10 D. of H. meets in Union press of walnut wood, handsomely carved, beauty, and as tbe boat drew abreast of us ball second and fourth Friday evening, of each and even the gratings of the windows and I had to listen to the ribald jests and month. laughter of those on board. My ears tin­ C cstib P ost N o . »—Meet« the «econd and fourth | the handles of tho doors were of hammered Saturday of each month in Union hall at 7:30 ironwork. There were no rushes on the gled and my cheeks burned. But I could p. m on second Saturday and at 10:30 a. m. on floor, which was made of small pieces of do nothing. 1 could only glare at them 4th Saturday. All members of the order are wood delicately joined and sot together | and grind iny teeth. cordially invited to attend our meetings. “Who aro they?” I muttered. “The and brightly polished. But everything in J. B. S tilwell , Commander. B. F. C lvbins . Adjt. sight was clean and trim to a degree cowardly knaves!” “Oh, hush! hush!” the girl pleaded. which would have shamed our great house at Coton, where the rushes sometimes lay ' She had retreated behind mo. And indeed for a week unchanged. With each glance I need not have put my question, for round I felt a livelier satisfaction. I though I had never seen the Spanish sol­ diery I had heard enough about them to turned to Mistress Dymphna. “Señorita!” I said, mustering my no­ recognize them now. In the year 1555 blest accent. “Beso los pies de usted! their reputation was at its height. Their fathers had overcome the Moors after a Habla-usted Castillano?” Mistress Anne stared, while the effect contest of centuries, and they themselves on the girl whom I addressed was greater had overrun Italy and lowered the pride than I bad looked for, but certainly of a of France. As a result, they had many different kind. She started and drew military virtues and all the military vices. back, an expression of offended dignity Proud, bloodthirsty and licentious every­ and of something like anger ruffling her where, it may be imagined that in the placid face. Did she not understand? Yes, subject Netherlands, with their pay al­ for after a moment's hesitation, and with ways in arrear, they were indeed people to a heightened color, she answered, “Si, be feared. It was seldom that even their señor.” Her constrained manner was not commanders dared to check their excesses. Yet when the first flush of my anger promising, but I was going on to open a conversation if I could, for it looked little had subsided I looked after them, odd as grateful of us to stand there speechless it may seem, with mingled feelings. With This extra­ and staring, when Mistress Anne Inter­ all their faults they were few against Constipation, ordinary Re- Dizziness. posed. “What did you say to her? What many, a conquering race in a foreign jo vena tor Is Falling Sen­ was it?” she asked eagerly. land. They could boast of blood and de­ the most sations, Nerv­ wonderful “I asked her if she spoke Spanish. That scent. They were proud to call themselves ous twitching discovery of "te eyes was all,” I replied, my eyes on Dymphna’s the soldiers and gentlemen of Europe. I the age. It other face, which still betrayed trouble of some was against them, yet I admired them has been en­ dorsed by the kind, “except that I paid her the usual with a boy’s admiration for the strong and Strengthens, leadingsmen- invigorates formal compliment. But what is she say­ reckless. tttto men of Of course I said nothing of this to my and tone« the ing to her father?” Europe and entire system. America. It was like the Christmas game of cross companion. Indeed, when she spoke to Hudyan cures Hudyin Is Debility, questions. The girl and I had spoken in me, I did not hear her. My thoughts had gurely vege Nervousness, Spanish. I translated what we had said flown far from the burgher’s daughter sit­ Emissions, into English for Mistress Anne, and Mis­ ting by me and were with my grandmoth­ Hudyan stop* anddevelopcs Prtnuturmess and restores tress Dymphna turned it into Dutch for er's people. I saw, in imagination, the of the dis­ weak organa her father, an anxious look on her face uplands of Old Castile, as I had often charge In 20 Pain« In the which needed no translation. heard them described, hot in summer and days. Cures back, losses "What is it?” asked Master Bertie, ob­ bleak In winter. I pictured the dark, LOST by day or frowning walls of Toledo, with its hun­ night stopped serving that something was wrong. ■ANHOOD “It is nothing—nothing!” replied the dred Moorish trophies, tho castles that merchant apologetically, though as he crowned tbe hills around, the gray olive spoke his eyes dwelt on me curiously. “It groves and the box clad slopes. I saw Pa- is only that I did not know that you had leDcia, where my grandmother, Petronilla de Vargas, was born; Palencia, dry and a Spaniard in your company.” quickly. Over 2,000 private endorsements. Prematurenew means lmnoteucy in the first “A Spaniard?” Master Bertie answered. brown and sun baked, lying squat and stage. It la a symptom of seminal weakness "We have none. This," pointing to me, low on its plain, the eaves of its cathedral and barrenness. It can be stopped in 20 days “is our very good friend and faithful fol­ a man’s height from the ground. All this by the use of Hudyan. , Tbe new discovery was mnde by the Snecial- I saw. I suppose the Spanish blood in me lower, Master Carey, an Englishman.” tbe old famous Hudson Medical Institute. "To whom,” added the duchess, smil­ awoke and asserted itself at sight of those It is the strongest vitaiirer made. It la very other Spaniards. And then—then I forgot powerfal, but haimhas. Sold for »1.00 a pack- ing gravely, “I am gTeatly indebted.” Me ord packages for KOO (plain sealed boxes). I hurriedly explained the m stake and it all as I heard behind me an alien voice, Written guarantee given for a cure. If you buy brought at once a smile of relief to the and I turned and found Dymphna had ata boxes and are not entirely cured, six more will be sent to you tree of ail charges. mynheer's face. ‘ Ah, pardon me, I be­ stolen from me and was talking to a Bend for circulars and teetlmnnGUa Address seech you, ” he said. “My daughter was stranger. HUDSON MEDICAL. INSTITUTE, Junction Stockton, .Wau-ket 4k EUla St*. in error.” And be added something in CHAPTER IX. Dutch which caused Mistress Dymphna to San Francisco, Cal. He was a young man, and a Dutchman, blush. “You know,” he continued, “I AND SECOND CLASS SLEEPING CARS LOCAL DIRECTORY. but not a Dutchman of the stout, burly type which I had most commonly seen in tlie country. He had, it is true, the usual fair hair and blue eyes, and he was rather short than tall, but his figure was thin and meager, and ho had a pointed nose and chin and a scanty fair beard, I took him to be nearsighted, At a second glance I saw that he was angry. __ Ho ____ was talking fast to Dymphna—of course in Dutch—and my first impulse, in face of his excited gestures and queer appearance, was to laugh. But I had a notion what his relationship to the girl was, and I smothered this, and instead asked, as soon as I could get a word in, whether I should leave them. “Oh, no!" Dymphna answered, blush­ ing slightly and turning to me with a troubled glance. I believe she had clean forgotten my presence. “This is Master Jan Van Tree, a good friend of ours, and this,” sho continued, still in Spanish, but speaking to him, “is Master Carey, one of my father’s guests.” We boweel, he formally, for he bad not recovered his temper, and I—I dare say I still bad my Spanish ancestors in my head —with condescension. We disliked ono another at sight, I think. I dubbed him a mean little fellow, a trader, a peddler, and, however ho classed me, it was not favorably. So it was no particular desire to please him which led me to say with outward solicitude, “I fear you are an­ noyed at something, Master Van Tree.” "I am!” he said bluntly, meeting me half way. “A nd am I to know the cause?” I asked, “or is it a secret?” “It is no secret!” he retorted. “Mistress Lindstrom should have been more careful. She should not have exposed herself to the chance of being seen by those miserable foreigners.” "The foreigners—in the boat?” I said dryly. "Yes, of course—in the boat," he an­ swered. He was obliged to say that, but he glared at me across her as he spoke, i We had turned and were walking back to the house, the poplars casting long shad­ ows across our path. “They were rude,” I observed careless­ ly, my chin very high. “But there is no particular harm done that I can see, Mas­ ter Van Tree.” “Perhaps not, as far as you can see, ” he retorted in great excitement. “But per­ haps also you aro not very farsighted. You may not seo it now, yet harm will follow.” "Possibly,” I said, and I was going to J followup this seemingly candid admis- j s I od by something very boorish when Mistress Dymphna struck in nervously. “My father is anxious,” she explained, speaking to me, “that I should have as llttlo to do with our Spanish governors as possible. Master Carey. It always vexes him to hear that I have fallen in their way, and that is why my friend feels an­ noyed. It was not, of course, your fault, since you did not know of this. It was I,” sho continued hurriedly, “who should not have ventured to the elm tree without seeing that the coast was clear.” I knew that she was timidly trying, her color coming and going, to catch my eye, to appease me as tho greater stranger and to keep tbe peace betweon her ill matched companions, who indeed stalked along eying one another much as a wolf hound and a badger dog might regard each other across a choice bone. But the young Dutchman’s sudden appearance had put mo out. I was not in love with her, yet I liked to talk to her, and I grudged her to him—beseemed so mean a fellow. And so—churl that I was—in answer to her speech, I lot drop some sneer about tho great fear of the Spaniards which seemed to prevail in these parts. “You are not afraid of them, then?” Van Tree said, with a smile. “No; I am not,” I answered, my lip curling also. ‘“Ah," with much meaning, “perhaps you do not know them very well!” "Perhaps not,” I replied. “Still, my grandmother was a Spaniard.” “So I should have thought," he retorted swiftly, so swiftly that I felt the words as I should have felt a blow. “What do you mean?” I blurted out, halting before him, with my check crim­ son. In vain were all Dymphna’s appeal­ ing glances, all her signs of distress. “I will have you explain, Master Van Treo, what you mean by that!” I repeated fiercely. “I mean what I said,” he answered, confronting me stubbornly and shaking off Dymphna’s hand. His blue eyes twinkled with rage; his thin beard bristled; ho was the oolor of a turkey cock's comb. At home we should have thought him a com­ ical little figure, but he did not seem so absurd hero. For one thing, he looked spiteful enough for anything, and for an­ other, though I topped him by a head and shoulders, I could not flatter myself that he was afraid of me. On the contrary, I felt that in tho presence of bis mistress, small and shortsighted as ho was, he would have faced a lion without wink­ ing. His courage was not to be put to tbe proof. I was still glaring at him, seeking some retort which should provoke him beyond endurance, when a band was laid on iny shoulder, and I turned to find that Master Bertie and the duchess had joined us. “So hero are tbe truants,” the former said pleasantly, speaking in English and showing no consciousness whatever of the crisis In the middle of which he had come up, though he must have discerned in our defiant attitudes and in Dymphna’s trou­ bled face that something was wrong. “You know who this is, Master Francis,” he continued heartily, “or have you not been introduced to Master Van Tree, the betrothed of our host’s daughter?” “Mistress Dymphna has done me that honor,” I said stiffly, recovering myself in appearance, while at heart sore and angry with everybody. “But I fear the Dutch gentleman has not thanked her for the in­ troduction since he learned that my grandmother was Spanish.” “Your grandmother, do you mean?" cried the duchess, much astonished. “Yes, madam. ” “Well, to be sure,” she exclaimed, lift­ ing up her hands and appealing whimsi­ cally to the others, “this boy is full of starts and surprises. You never know what ho will produce next. The other day it was a warrantl Today it is a grand­ mother and a tempor!” I could not be angry with her, and per­ haps I was not sorry now that my quarrel with the young Dutchman had stopped where it had. I affected as well as I could to join in the laugh at my expense and took advantage of the arrival of our host, who at this moment came up the slope from the landing place, his hands outstretched and a smile of greeting on his kindly face, to slip away unnoticed and make amends to my humor by switch­ ing off the heads of the withes by the river. But naturally the scene left a degree cf ill feeling behind it, and for the first time during tbe two months we had spent un­ der Master Lindstrom s roof the party who sat doyen to supper were under some constraint. I felt that the young Dutch­ man had bad the best of tbe bout in the garden, and I talked loudly and foolishly in the boyish attempt to assert myself and to set myself right at least in my own es­ timation Master Van Tree meanwhile sat silent, eying me from time to time in no friendly fashion. Dymphna seemed nervous and frightened, and the duchess and her husband exchanged troubled glances. Only our host and Mistress Anne, who was in particularly good spir­ its, were unaffected by the prevailing chill. Mistress Anne indeed in her ignorance made matters worse. She had begun to pick up some Dutch and was fond of air­ ing her knowledge and practicing fresh sentences at mealtimes. By some ill luck she contrived this evening—particularly after, finding no one to contradict me, I had fallen into comparative silence—to frame her sentences so as to cause as much embarrassment as possible to all of us. “Where did you walk with Dymphna this morning?” was the question put to me. “You are fond of the water—Englishmen are fond of the water, ” she said to Dymph- na. “Dymphna is tall; Master Francis is tall. I sit by you tonight; the Dutch lady sat by you last night,” and so on, and so on, with prattle which seemed to amuse our host exceedingly—he was never tired of correcting her mistakes—but which put fhe rest of tis out of countenance, bringing the tears to poor Dymphna’s eyes—she did not know where to look—and making her lover glower at me as though he would eat me. It was in vain that the duchess made spasmodic rushes into conversation and in tbe intervals nodded and frowned at the delinquent. Mistress Anne, in her in- nocence, saw nothing. She went on until Van Tree could stand it no longer, and with a half smothered threat, which was perfectly intelligible to me, rose roughly from the table and went to the door as if to look out at the night. “What is the matter?” Mistress Anne said wondeiingly in English. Her eyes seemed at length to be opened to tbe fact that something was amiss with us. Before I cSuld answer the duchess, who had risen, came behind her. “Youlittlo fool!” she whispered fiercely, “if fool you aro, you deserve to bo whipped!” “Why, what have I done?” murmured tbe girl, really frightened now and appeal­ ing to me. “Done!” whispered the duchess, and I think she pinched her, for my neighbor winced. “More harm than you guess, you minx! And for you, Master Francis, a word with you. Come with me to my room, please.” I went with her, half mindod to be an­ gry and half inclined to feel ashamed of myself She did not give me time, how­ ever, to consider which attitudo I should take up, for the moment the door of her room was closed behind us she turned upon me, the color high in her cheeks. “Now, young man,” she said in a tone of ringing contempt, “do you really think that that girl is in love with you?” 1 What girl?” 1 asked sheepishly, The unexpected question and her tone put me out of countenance. “What girl? What girl?” she replied impatiently. “Don't play with me, boy! You know whom I mean — Dymphna Lindstrom!” “Ob, I thought you meant Mistress Anne,” I said somewhat Impertinently. Her face fell In an extraordinary fash­ ion, as if the suggestion were not pleasant to her, but she answered on the instant: “Well, the vanity of the lad! Do you thiDk all tbe girls are in love with you? Because you have been sitting with a pret­ ty face on each side of you do you think you have only to throw tho handkerchief this way or that? If you do, open your eyes, and you wjll find it is not so. My kinswoman can take care of herself, so we ______ „__ _______ _______ will _ leave her ___ out _____ of the discussion, please, , and for this pink and white Dutch girl,” my lady continued viciously, ‘'let me tell yon that sho thinks moro of Van Tree’s little finger than of your whole body.” I shrugged my shoulders, but still I was mortified. A young man may not be in love with a girl, yet it displeases him to hear that sho is indifferent to him. Tho duchess noticed the movement. “Don’t do that,” she cried in impatient scorn. “You do not see much in Master Van Treo perhaps? I thought not. There­ fore you think a girl must be of the same mtnd as yourself. Well,” with a fierce little nod, “you will learn somo day that it is not so; that women are not quite what men think them, and particularly, Master Francis, that six feet of manhood and a pretty faco on top of it do not al­ ways havo their way. But, there, I did not bring you here to tell you that. I want to know whether you are aware what you are doing. ” I muttered something to the effect that I did not know I was doing any harm. “Yo.u do not call it harm, then,” the duchess retorted, with energy, “to en­ danger the safety of every one of us? Can­ not you see that if you insult and offend this young man—which you are doing out of pure wanton mischief, for you are not in love with the girl—he may ruin us?” “Ruin us?” I repeated incredulously. “Yes, ruin us!” she cried. ‘■Hero wo are, living more or less in hiding through the kindDCss of Master Lindstrom—Jiving in peace and quietness. But do you sup­ pose that inquiries are not being made for us? Why, I would bet a dozen gold angels that Master Clarence is in the Netherlands at this moment tracking us.” I was startled by this idea, and she saw I was. “We can trust Master Lindstrom, were it only for his own sako, ” sho con­ tinued more quietly, satisfied perhaps with the effect sho had produced. “And this young man, who is tho son of ono of tho principal men of Arnheim, is also dis­ posed to look kindly on us, as I fanoy it is his nature to look. But if you mako mis­ chief between Dymphna and him”— “I havo not,” I said. “Then do not,” she replied sharply. “Look to it for the future. And, more, do not let him fancy it possible. Jealousy is as easily awakened as it is hardly put to sleep. A word from this young man to tho Spanish authorities, and wo should be hauled back to England in a trice, if worse did not befall us here. Now, you will bo careful?” “I will,” I said, conscience stricken and a little cowed. “That is better," she replied, smiling. “I think you will. Now go. ” I went down again with some food for thought—with some good intentions too. But I was to find—the discovery is made by many—that good resolutions common­ ly come too late. Whon I wont down stairs, I found my host and Master Bertie alone in tbe parlor. The girls had disap­ peared, so had Van Tree, and I saw at once that something had happened. Mas­ ter Bertie was standing gazing at the stove very thoughtfully, and tho Dutch­ man was walking up and down the room with an almost comical expression of an­ noyance and trouble on his pleasant face. “Where are tho young ladies?” I asked. “Up stairs,” said Master Bertie, not looking at mo. “And—and Van Tree?” I -asked me­ chanically. Somehow I anticipated ths answer. “Gone!” said the Englishman curtly. “Aye, gone, the foolish lad!” the Dutch­ man struck in, tugging at his beard. “ What has come to him? He is not wont to show temper. I have never known him and Dymphna have a cross word before. What has come to the lad, I say, to go off in a passion at this time of night? And no one knows whither he has gone or when he will come back again!” He seemed as he spoke hardly conscious of my presence, but Master Bertie turned and looked at me, and I hung my head, and very shortly afterward I slunk out. The thought of what I might have brought upon us all by my petulance and vanity made me feel sick. I crept up to bed nerv­ ous and fearful of the morrow, listening to every noise without and praying in­ wardly that my alarm might not bo justi­ fied. When the morrow came, I went down stairs as anxious to see Van Tree in tbe flesh as I had boon yesterday disappointed by his appearance. But no Van Tree was there to be seen. Nothing had been heard of him. Dymphna moved restlessly about, her cheeks pale, her eyos downcast, and it I had ever flattered myself that I was any­ thing to the girl I was undeceived now. The duchess shot angry glances at me from time to time. Master Bertie kept looking anxiously at the door. Every one seemed to fear and to expect something, j)ut none of them feared and expected it as I did. “He must have gone home. He must have gone to Arnheim^” said our host, trying to hide his vexation. “He will be back in a day or two. Young men will be young men." But I found that tbe duchess did not share the belief that Van Treo had gone home, for in the course of the morning she took occasion, when we were alone, to charge me to be careful not to come into collision with him. “How can I, now he has gone?” I said meekly, feeling I was in disgraoe. “He has not gone far,” replied the duchess meaningly. “Depend upon it, he will not go far out of sight unless there is more harm done than I think or he is very different from English lovers. But if you come across him I pray you to keep clear of him, Master Francis.” I nodded assent. But of what weight are resolutions, with fate in the other scale? It was some hours after this, toward 3 o’clock indeed, when Mistress Anne came to me, looking flurried and vexed. “Have you seen Dymphna?” she asked abruptly. “No,” I answered. “Why?” “Because she is not in the house, ” the NOTICE OF SHERIFF'S SALE girl answered, speaking quickly, “nor in the garden, and the last time I saw her she was crossing the island toward the foolbridge. I think sho has gone that way to be on tho lookout—you can guess for whom,” with a smile, “but I am fearful Jest she shall meet some one else, Master Francis. She is wearing her gold chain, and one of the maids says that she saw two of the Spanisli garrison on the road near the end of the footbridge this morn­ ing. That is the way by land to Arnheim, you know.” “That is bad,” I said. “What is to be done?" "You must go and look for her,” Anne suggested. “She should not be alone.” “Let her father go or Master Bertie,” I answered. “Her father has gone down the river to Arnheim, I expect, and Master Bertie is fishing in a boat somewhere. It will take tlmo to find him. Why cannot you go? If she has crossed the footbridge, sho will Dot be far away.” She seemed so anxious as sho spoke for the Dutch girl’s safety that sho infected ino with her fears, and I let myself be per­ suaded. After ail, there might be danger, and I did not see what else was to be done. Indeed Mistress Anno did not leave me until she had seen me clear of the orchard and half across tho meadows to­ ward tbe footbridge. “Mind you bring her back,” sho cried after me. “Do not let her come alone!” And those were her last words. After wo had separated I did not think for a moment that it was a pity I had not asked her to come with mo. But the thought occurred too late, and I strode on toward the head of tbe bridge, resolving that as soon as I had sighted Dymphna 1 would keep away from her and content myself with watching over her from a dis- NOTICE OF SHERIFFS SALE. Notice is hereby given that the under­ Notice is hereby giveu that tlie under­ signed. as sheriff of Yamhill county, state signed . as sheriff ot Yamhill county state of Oregon, by virtue of a writ of execution of Oregon, l>y virtue of a writ <>f execution and oroer of sale issued out of tlie circuit and order of sale issued out of the circuit court of the state of Oregon, for the coun­ court of the state of Oregon, for tlie coun­ ty of Yamhill, bearing date of May 31st, ty of Yamhill, bearing date of May 2#tli, A. D. 1895, upon and to enforce that cer­ A. 11. 1895. upon and to enforce that oer- tain judgment rendered bv said court on tain decree rendered bv said court on the the 15th day of April, A. D. 1895, in that l dh day of April. A. D 1895, in that suit suit therein pendingin which the Oregon therein pending, wherein It. Livingstone Mortgage Company, limited, incorporated was plaintiff, and Riiev Smith, his wife under the laws of Great Britain and Ire­ EnimaC. Smith. Mt-an’E. Crawford Hen­ land, was plaintiff, and George Sapping­ ry Worden, R Jacobson. R. L. McMillen. field. his wife Irene G. Sapningfield. and Amanda J Warren, W. M. Hamilton. Milton Shannon were defendants, Wherein Fred Keller ami William Malone, partners it was ordered, adjudged and decreed by as Keller and Malone. Edith Fletcher Ma­ said court that said plaintiff. The Oregon ria Martin and J. S Martin were defend­ Mortgage Company. Limited, recover of ants, in which it was ordered, adjudged and from the defendants George Sapping­ and decreed by said court that said plain­ field and Irene Sappingfield tlie sum of tiff. R. Livingstone, have and recover of $2398.65 in U S. gold coin, and the further and from said defendants. Rilev Smith ami sum of $L7 50 taxes, and the further sum Emma C. Smith, the sum of $4308.35 (I. of $200.00 as attorney’s fees, and the costs S. gold coin, with interest thereon from and disbursements taxed at $21.00. with in­ April 15th, 1895. at the rate of eight per terest on said several sums of money from cent per annum, the sum of $215.00 attor­ the 15th day of April. A. D 1895, it the ney's fees herein, and the costs and dis- rate of eight per cent per annum, and for l.unements taxed at $33,40, and ordering that tlie real j>ro|>erty hereinafter described accruing costs. And it appearing to said court tliat the lie sold, as by law provided, and that the détendant. Milton Shannon, in the circuit proceeds arising from such sale be applied court of Yamhill county. State of Oregon, to the payment of the several sums of on the25th day of September. A. D. 1893. money as by said court adjudged and in obtain'd a judgment against the defend­ the following order, to-wit: First. To the payment of the costa aud ant. George Sappingtield, for the sutn of $920.16, with interest thereon ex^K-nsesof said sale and of said suit second. To the pavment of the sum of from the 25th day of September, A. D. 1893, at tbe rate of ten per cent per $4303.35 U IS gold coin, with interest thereon from the 15th day of April.AD 18H5, • annum and the further sura of $30 15 costs, and also the turn of $75 00 as attorney’s at the rate of eight' per cent per fees, and said court orderingthe sale of the annum, and the sum of $215 00 as attorney's __ _ to-wit ___ : fees, all due the plaintiff R. Livingstone.’ following described real property, The west half of the southwest quarter of I Third. To the payment of the sum of Sec. ten (10), the east half of the southeast I $1710.05 gold coin, with interest thereon quarterof Section niue (9), the cast half from April 15th, 1895, at the rate of ten of the southwest quarter of section ten per cent per annum, and the sum of $85 00 I (10) and the west half of the — ,, southeast attorney's fees, due the defendant Susan E. I i | rs»ini’toT> r.f soAe-tioiY tiirta /Q\ nil eit.uatA* i rj Crawford. | township five(5) south, range six (6) west Fourth. To the payment of the sum of tance. As I passed by the little cluster of of the Willamette meridian, containing $013.85 gold coin, with interest thereon cottages on the landward side of the island 320 acres. from tbe 15tli day of April, 1895, at the rate I glanced sharply about me, for I thought Now therefore, by virtue of said judg­ of ten percent |wr annum, and the sum of it not unlikely that Master Van Tree ment, execution atid order of sale, I will, $25 03 attorney's fees, due the defendant might be lurking in the neighborhood. on Saturday, thefitb day of July, A D. Henry Worden. Fifth. To the payment of the sum of But I saw nothing either of her or him. 1895. at the hour of one o’clock p. ni. of said All was quiet, the air full of spring sun­ dav, at the court house door in McMinn­ $183 65, with interest thereon nt the rate of eight per cent per annum from the 25th ville, Yamhill county, Oregon, sell at pub ­ shine and warmth and hope and the blos­ ’ of September. A . D. 1S93, due tho de­ soms of fruit trees, and with an indefin­ lic auction to the highest bidder for cash in daj tbe above described real property, fendants Keller A Malone. able pleasure, a feeling of escape from hand, Sixth. To the payment of the sum of aud out of the proceeds of said sale I will control and restraint, I crossed the long first satisfy tbe sums of money founa due $209 90 gold coin, with interest thereon footbridgo and set foot almost for the first the plaintiff together, with accruing costs, from the 15th * perhaps when a shrill scream in front For information, time cards, maps or TAVERN OF caused me to redouble my efforts. I ex­ tickets, call on or write pected to find the ruffian in the act of rob­ bing the girl and clutched my cudgel—for, C. H. FLEMING, Agent. alas, I had left my sword at home!—more MCMINNVILLE. tightly in my grasp, so that it was an im­ mense relief to me when, on turning an A. D.CHARLTON. Asst.Gen. Pas. Agt. Opens June 1,1895 angle in the dike, I saw her running to- ! 2S5 MORRISON ST.. COR 3D. Geo. Scbonewald, Manager. ward me. Her faoe, still white with fear, I PORTLAND, ORECON. however, and her hair streaming loosely behind her, told how narrow had been her . escape, if escape it could be called. For Luxury, Good Cheer, Hospitality, about ten feet behind her, the hood he had Delightful and Healthful Pastime«, plucked off still in his grasp, came Master Matchless Mountain Scenery. Spaniard, hotfoot and panting, but gain­ ing on her now with every stride. He was a tall fellow, gayly dressed, SWEET BRIER CAMP. swarthy, mustachioed and fierce eyed. His corselet and sword belt shone and jin­ Established last year in a romantic dell of tbe Sacramento Canyon.Just below and gled as be ran and swore, but he had in full view o! «rand old Shasta. It was a great hit, and promises even more en­ dropped his feathered bonnet in tbe slight couraging results for the present vear. struggle which had evidently taken place T. J. Lorres, al Castells, is still in charge when she got by him, and it lay a black and will answer all inquiries . spot In the middle of the grassy avenue A new candidate for public favor thia behind him. The sun—it was about three vear is hours after noon—was at my back and SHASTA VICINO CAMP shining directly into his eyes, and I mark­ Also in the Shasta region,about a mile and ed this as I raised my cudgel and jumped a half from Dunsmuir It is a genuine aside to let the girl pass, for she in her paradise for hunters, fishers and seekers blind fear would have run against me. of health and pleasure. Easy to reach (near the railroad:, sightly, and all the It was almost the same with him. He necessities of camn life easily procurable. did not see me until I was within a few All inquiries about Shasta VicinoCamp, paces of him, and even then I think he if addressed to W. C. Gray, box 4, Duns­ noticed my presence merely as that of an muir, Cal., will receive prompt attention. unwelcome spectator. He fancied I should CAMPING IN THE step aside, and he cursed me, calling me a Dutch dog for gcttiDg in his way. SANTA CRUZ MOUNTAINS Tho next moment—he had not drawn Alma, Wrights, Laurel, Glenwood. Felton, his sword nor made any attempt to draw Ben Lomond, Boulder Creek. It—we came together violently, and I had my hand on his throat. We swayed as we REDUCED RATES whirled round one another in the first During the Camping season will ba made by the shock of tho collision. A cry of astonish­ ment escaped him—astonishment at my SOUTHERN PACIFIC CO. hardihood. He tried, his eyes glaring into For fall particulars address mine and bls hot breath on my cheek, to E. P KOGEKS, Asst.Gen. 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