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CHAPTER VII. (Coptinued.) You wanted to see me, Gladie; why, Jear child?" 'I have troubles; it is a great sorrow that has brought me here," she said. "What sorrow?" he asked. "You have done right tc come to me, if I can help you in any way." "My trouble is your going, Sir Cyril. You said last night it might be years before you returned; is it so?" "I have every reason for thinking so, Gladie," he answered, slowly. "That is my sorrow," she said, clasping her hands and looking up to him with a love-light in her eyes, "that is my sorrow, Sir Cyril, and there can be no greater one that that for me." Then she was silent, listening to the song of a bird, perched on a swaying bough just above her, and, in one moment, it seemed to her that hours passed; still the bird was singing, and he had not answered. Then he spoke, slowly: "I am sorry for it, Gladie, but I do not quite understand. Why should it be so? Why should my going away and not returning trouble you?" A mist like unshed tears gathered in her beautiful eyes. "Why do flowers die when the light of the sun has gone from them?" she asked. "Why do the birds cease to sing when the summer leaves them? Why do roses die without warmth?" "Still I do not quite understand," he said more slowly. "Because I do not know how to tell you, and you have no instinct that makes you understand," she answered, and then for a few minutes there was silence between them. Then she saw that she must speak more plainly, or not speak at all. "Nothing but real trouble would have ent me here to see you I know oh, Sir Cyril! though leaving Eastwold is as nothing to you, it is death to me to see f ou go, because I I care for you." The words would have angered him, spoken by one who was Lenore's friend, but that her voice broke and her lips quivered; then he was touched and sorry for her. He laid his hand kindly on hers. "You care for me, Gladie! I am sorry for that, dear child." "I love you better than my life," she said. "Poor child. Listen, Gladie. I cannot love you, dear, because I have given all the love of my heart and life, and I cannot recall it." "Have you given it in vain?" she asked. "No, not quite in vain; but it was all given to one who can never be anything to me." She looked from him, over the tops of the tall trees, over the purple woods, then slowly her eyes came tfack to his face again. "And your love?" she said. "I have buried it," he answered. "I am a strong man, and may live for many

years, but there will never be a question of love for me; no woman's fair face will brighten my heart or my home, no woman's soft hand lie in mine, no woman's sweet voice make music to my ears. I shall be alone in life and in death." Her face flushed hotly as she turned to him again. "You have no love to give," she said; "but will you take love? I ask for no return; only let me love you; let me give you the comfort that you seem to have foresworn let me love you." But with a grave, kindly look, he said: "You must forget me, Gladie. I am sorry that you have given even a thought to me; forget me." She rose hurriedly from her seat; her hands trembled, her lips quivered, her face burned with the fire of passion and humiliation. "I have said too much," she said; "I have stayed too long. I would take back my words if I could I repent of having uttered them. You have humiliated me; if I live I I will be revenged!" ! "Nay, Gladie, why should you be angry? Love must always be the most pleasant offering that one can receive I thank you for yours." "You thank me with one hand, while with the other you repulse me. I will be revenged upon you, Sir Cyril Leslie Vernon, if I live!" He took her hand again in his own. "Do not be angry with me," he said; we are parting for years do not let it be in anger." "Some day," she said, "I may meet this woman whom you love. If I ever do ? He glanced at her half in wonder; it pnly occurred to him in that moment that she did not know to whom his great love had been given, and that it was just as well. He answered her very - gravely, and then held out his hand in farewell to her. "Good-by, Gladie; think of me as kindly as you can kindly as I shall always think of you." "I shall remember you," she answered, "as the man who darkened my life. If teaven ever puts power into my hands, I fehall use it."

, CHAPTER VIII. Two vears had Dassed since the wed

fliajf day At Barton Leonard :0 anor

House. Sir Cyril had never returned to England; Austin had managed the whole of his estates; his large income was accumulating; his interests lay in good hands. It was seldom that any news came from him not above three times a year. He never mentioned himself; he never alluded to his health, his travels; his letters were a dry registry of things to be done tenants to be arranged for, leases to be given or refused, shares to be bought and sold. He never alluded to any future, to any hope or plans; and when Lenore Chandos saw how completely he had forgotten himself ceased to have hope, or brightness in his own life her gentle, loving heart cried out in sore pity for him. There was little change. Peter Grey, of Moulesmere, was dead, and Elsa, his daughter, had succeeded him. She had secured a chaperone in the person of a French countess, the widow of a refugee Mme. La Countess St. Jour, but, as yet, she had not succeeded in finding a husband. The Dower House, in those days, was a cheerful house to visit. Mrs. Audley had recovered much of her strength; Gladie and. she lived happily enough; Barton Leonard Manor House was to let. Living together, the united income of the little household was a good one; they kept a carriage, a few well-trained servants; they had visitors and enjoyed life altogether. Austin had a little study, opening on to the garden, a pretty room, lined with books, with a neat writing table, good pictures and everything that could help him to study; here ho read and wrote poems that were fast bringing his name into good repute. ' Every one who visited them went away saying what a very happy and united family they were. Into this very pretty paradise of content the peevish, foolish face of Elsa Grey broke one morning, Jike a vision of ill omen; she was followed by madame, bland, suave and smiling. "I ought to complain of you, Mrs. Chandos," she said to Lenore; "you never either visit me or ask me to visit you." Lenore, dimly conscious that, in her own mind, there was a great dislike to this girl, said something about her late trouble mourning for Mr. Grey and her fears of intruding. Elsa continued: "If Mr. Chandos is at home and not busy, we should like to see him. Madame read some of his poems yesterday, and said she would give anything to know him." "I am sure Mr. Chandos will' be much pleased," said Lenore. . She rang the bell and sent the servant who answered it to look for her husband. She knew that in all probability he would be near what was called the south wall, that was a beautiful wall in the garden facing the south, on which grew all kinds of luscious fruit. Austin looked up with a half impatient expression when he saw Elsa Grey; she was no favorite of his, either; then his naturally sweet temper came to the rescue, and he held out his hand to her with some cordial words of greeting. "I thought you had all forgotten me," she said. "You have not been what any one would call either good friends or good neighbors." "I am afraid not, Miss Grey; but we will do better," he said. "The fact is, I am afraid we have been selfishly engrossed in our own happiness." Lenore's face flushed crimson she knew best what had engrossed her. Over that noble, beautiful face came an expression that Mme. St. Jour alone was able to understand, and she said to herself in one moment:

"This girl does not love her husband t

no matter why she married him, I am sure she does not love him; there is a mystery underneath it all." Then Elsa introduced madame to Austin, who liked her at once when she began to speak of his poems as though she knew 'them by heart. "I was so pleased," she said, "when Miss Grey told me that you were a friend of hers," but Elsa interrupted her. "I said that Mr. Chandos had been a friend of mine, not that he was one now, madame." Austin laughed. "Then that was very cruel of you, Miss Grey. I am your friend now as much as ever I was." "When will you bring Mrs. Chandos to spend a whole day at Moulesmere?" she asked. "N w I have put your friendship to the test. Will you come?" "Certainly, if Mrs. Chandos agrees," he replied. , But Miss Grey was todJjquick for him. "You must not make yor visit dependent upon Mrs. Chandos. -"Svery manabove all, every poet ought' to have a will of his own. Madame wants to talk to you about your' books. People say that no man is a prophet in his own country, so I suppose no poet is honored in his own home." The terrible amount of ill-breeding in this speech startled even Mme. St. Jour. Lenore could hardly refrain from one glume of ioity contempt Austin laugh

ed gcod-natm-edly; he took his wife's white hand in his and kissed it. "I think no man is so highly honored in any house as I in mine," he said. The expression of Miss Grey's face in that moment was not good to see. "It is my fancy, I suppose," she said, shortly. "You seem quite unused to compliments." "My wife appreciates, she does not compliment," he answered; and to himself he added; "Was it possible that his uncle had ever believed he could marry any one so utterly foolish?" Miss Grey was not quite pleased; she had intended to make him see a great difference between his wife and herself, to show him that she understood and appreciated him when his wife, perhaps, failed to do so. She was disconcerted; it seemed to her that on his face she read admiration, and even adoration, for the beautiful Lenore. The day was arranged for the visit, and Miss Grey had hardly left the house before she turned to madame. "What do you think of them?" she cried, eagerly. "Tell me, what do you think?" Madame's face assumed a solemn expression. She gave a shrug of the shoulders. "I would rather you did not ask me, Miss Grey; I would, indeed," she said. But Elsa insisted. "Then," said madame, well knowing that every word she uttered was false, "I will tell you. In my opinion Mr. Chandos has already repented of his mistake, and I am quite sure that Mrs. Chandos does not care for her husband." "How very wrong," said Elsa; but her heart was gladdened by the words. If there was any one on earth to whom she wished evil, it was to the young poet's beautiful wife.

CHAPTER IX. Miss Grey felt inclined to give up the task; it was so useless trying to win the liking of a man whose whole heart was bound up in his own wife; it was useless to try to sow little seeds of distrust and discontent where the most perfect harmony prevailed. Lenore had learned her lesson; she watched now, not only her thoughts and words, but her looks; nc one should ever wound her husband's honest, loving heart again by telling him that she did not look happy. The next few days after this passed most peacefully and happily; it was the calm before the storm. The bright, warm, golden month of July had set in and the lovely summer was at its height. Lenore came in late one evening with a scared, pale face, and when Mrs. Audley asked what was the matter, she answered that she had been walking round the shrubberies, but she had had a strange sensation of being followed a feeling that some one was watching her from behind the trees. Mrs. Audley said she had probably tired herself, and that it was but her fancy. Gladie listened with a strange, intent look upon her face. Lenore tried to laugh when she saw her mother was startled, yet she justified herself. "It seems to me, really, mat ma, that I heard mysterious fc-;tste;.?; and you know that group of Scotch firs I am quite certain that I saw the gleaming of two bright eyes shine on me from there as I passed by." She did not know that Gladie glided noiselessly from the room when she heard that. Austin came in and was next to hear that his beautiful young wife had been nervous and frightened. They forgot the occurrence in a few minutes. The next day, the sixth of July, a date always remembered in that county, dawned on them. It was heralded, like every other day, by the brightest song of the birds, by delicious rose clouds in a pearly sky, by an odor of roses and lilies, by a thrilling of the green leaves, a great stirring of the lime-boughs a new gleam on land and sea, a whisper in the wind, a ripple over all the sweet singing brooks, and a great wash of the ebbing tide. It woke Austin, the poet, whose vivid fancy took sudden fire; it woke Lenore, whose first thought was, might its beam warm and gladden the heart of the wanderer, who seemed as though he would know his home no more. An hour later they all sat round the pretty, cheerful breakfast table, and Mrs. Audley made some remark about the beauty of the day. Austin stood up then he was leaning with his shoulder against the mantelpiece, looking carelessly over some letters that he held in his hands. "Is there any news of Cyril to-day?" asked Mrs. Audley; and the answer was: "No, not a line." "Where was he when you heard from him last?" she continued; and Austin

looked at his pocketbook. "I can hardly trust my memory," he said; "the last place he wrote to me from was San Giacomo, in the Mauritius. I have heard nothing since then." A quiet, fathomless smile came over the dark, beautiful face of Gladie Beaton a smile that no one could understand. It was mere curiosity that caused Mrs. Audley to add: "What is the date of the last letter, Austin?" He answered: "The tenth of June." That same evening they sat down to dinner, all four, talking of a future that was never to be, Austin was more cheerful than usual. If disgust and unrest were to be read on any face, it was on Gladie's. "I am going to see old Jane Thompson after dinner, Mrs. Audley," she said, "if you think I can be spared. Her son is with his regiment in India, and she wants a long letter written to him. I have promised to do it." "I shall be much pleased for you to show the poor woman a kindness, Gladie," said Mrs. Audley; and over the dark face came a gleam of something that looked like relief. (To be continued.)

WAK WITH THE BOE

There Is a healthful hardiness about real dignity that never dreads contact and communion with others, however humble. Irving.

NEWS FROM THE FRONT GREATLY DIVERSIFIED.

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Heporta So Conflictinc that It Is Dif. ficult to Outline the Situation with Any Degree of Precision Gen. Symons Dies of Wounds.

The dispatches from South Africa have been so diversified and contrary that it has been difficult to outline the situation with any degree of precision. Three or four main facts, however, stand out prominently. Gen. Symon's fight at Glencoe was not anything like the decisive victory at first alleged, and Gen, Yule would in all probability .have been annihilated or have met with the same fate as the captured huzzars if he had not retreated. Gen. White's "artillery duel" at Kietfontein was a very severe engagement, in which the rifle did great execution and in which success was also achieved at a distressing cost. The bombardment of Mafeking commenced Wednesday and the Boers got their hussar prisoners safely to Pretoria. Altogether the campaign is being pushed by the Boers so strenuously and on such sound strategical lines that the situation of the British must in all probability give them cause for deep anxiety for some time to come. Apart from the

MARIBOCO STATION, BECIIUANAtiAND. fatigue, regiments like the Gordon Highlanders and Royal Rifles have been practically without officers since the fights, and 135 additional officers have been ordered to leave England as speedily sat possible. Outside of officialdom, and possibly even therein, London on Thursday was absolutely without definite news of importance from the vicinity of Ladysmith. It was believed that the forces of Gen. White and Gen. Yule were united, although even this was a matter of speculation. It was known that the Boer forces were near to Ladysmith. The suppression of news has not only caused great indignation in Great Britain, but has created grave alarm for the future. As a consequence the British public is enraged at Lord Wolseley, and demands that all official dispatches be given out verbatim. The death of Gen. Sir William Symons, the British commander at Glencoe, who was shot in the stomach in the battle with the Boers there, was officially announced in the House of Commons Thursday. HAS MANY WIVES.

That's the Char gee Against a Chicago Candy Salesman, NEWS .. .. .... ...... .. The Chicago police claim they have discovered a bigamist beside whom the notorious Bates must figure as a matrimonial pigmy. Wal

ter L. Farnsworth, a Chicago candy commission man, was arrested charged with bigamy on a warrant sworn out by one of his. many wives and was locked up under $4000 bonds. Forty-two wives scattered through

out the world, four of whom are in Chicago, was the confession alleged to have been made by Farnsworth. He also admitted that he was a man of many aliases. Some of them are Charles Bradford, A. J. Hittig, S. L. Thomas, Al Kiefer and Bradshaw. "I cannot tU exactly how many women I have married," said he. "I know of eleven in Europe, four in China, three in Peru, one in England and over twenty in different parts of the world, but to save my soul I could not tell how many."

W. L. FAJIXSWOBTH

MICHAEL DAVITT QUITS. Great Irish Leader la Opposed to the Boer War. The Irish protest against the war on the Boers culminated in a sensational manner Wednesday, when Mr. Michael Davitt, the prominent Irish nationalist and republican, and member of parliament for Mayo, announced in the House of Commons that he would resign from that body Thursday. "If I were offered ah Irish republic," said Mr. Davitt, "in exchange for one word in favor of this war, I would not utter it. I shall resign and ask the chancellor to release me from further attendance." Before leaving, Mr. Davitt thanked his opponents for their toleration, but added: "I am convinced the House of Commons was never for right unless backed by force."

WARSHIPS TO PREPARE.

Orders to Get Ready Issued by the British Admiralty. The British admiralty has ordered that all the cruisers which mobilized for the Jtfly maneuvers be prepared for active service at a moment's notice. As the Transvaal campaign itself does not call far warships, this action of the British admiralty is taken to indicate apprehension that there is ground for the rumor that Franco and Russia may interfere in behalf of the Boers.

HEIR TO $45,000,000.

Alfred Gwynne Vanderbilt Get Bulk

of the Great Estate. The last will and testament of Cornelius Vanderbilt was filed in New Xork Friday. Its terms reveal a strange romance of love, revenge and generosity. The story in brief, as shown by the will, is that of an angry father, chagrined at the stubbornness of his eldest son In persisting in marrying the girl he loved, cutting that son off with what is practically a pittance when compared to the great fortune involved. A generous brother, who received the bulk of the fortune, gives liberally of his share, and by doing so probably avoids a bitter will contest. Cornelius Vanderbilt's will disposes of an estate the gross value of which is placed at $80,000,000. Alfred Gwynne Vanderbilt, the second son, receives the bulk of the fortune, about $50,000,000, and he is thus made the head of the family. Cornelius Vanderbilt, the eldest son, whose marriage to Grace Wilson angered his father, receives $1,500,000. Only $500,000 is given to him absolutely. He is to receive the income from the $1,000,000 for life, the principal then to go to his children. The other children and the widow are provided for as follows: To Mrs. Harry Payne Whitney is given a portion similar to that of the other children, with an additional bequest of $1,000,000; in all $8,500,000. To Reginald C. Vanderbilt is given $7,500,000. To Gladys W. Vanderbilt is given $7,500,000. To the widow is given a bequest of $2,000,000, real estate, paintings, etc., valued at $1,000,000, including the mansion on Fifth avenue and that at Newport, and the income from a trust fund of $5,000,000; in all $8,000,000. The delay in filing the will for probate and the family conferences held recently are explained by an announcement by Senator Depew. It was as follows: When Alfred Vanderbilt returned he decided, from brotherly affection and for family harmony, to take out of his own inheritance and give to his brother Cornelius a sum sufficient to make the fortune of Cornelius the same as that of his brothers and sisters. This has been accepted by Cornelius in the same spirit. This means that Alfred will turn over to Coraelius $6,000,000. Cornelius' acceptance of this and his consent to waive a citation of the will is proof sufficient that there will be no contest for the Vanderbilt fortune.

GEN, GUY V. HENRY DEAD.

Late Governor General of Porto Rico Expires of Pneumonia. Brig. Gen. Guy V. Henry, U. S. A., died Friday morning at his home in New York, of pneumonia, aged 60 years. Gen. Henry had been-ill but a week. All the members of his family were at his bedside except his son, Captain Guy V. Henry, Jr., who is in the Philippines. Last December the deceased succeeded Gen, John R. Brooke as governor general of Porto Rico. In the civil and Indian wars he sewed bravely and was noted as

GEN". GVY V. HENRY.

a rigid disciplinarian and a capable leader. Gen. Henry was born in an army! post on the frontier in 1839. His father,! Ma j. William Seaton Henry, was fighting: Indians at the time. The son afterward! went to West Point, graduating in lS61,j and later becoming colonel of the Forti-j eth Massachusetts infantry. During the Wounded Knee campaign in 1891 GenJ Henry was complimented by the War Department for distinguished service4 Gen. Henry was buried at Arlington on; Sunday afternoon, the War Department: at Washington having charge of the funeral ceremonies in the national capitol. '

MAKES A GOOD SHOWING.

Free Delivery Service Is Now Extend ed to 73S Poatofficea. In working on his annual report First Assistant Postmaster General Heath is both (surprised and pleased at the favorable showing of the free delivery service. In the fiscal year ended June 30 last fifty offices were given free deliveryfi making a total of 788. The number of carriers is now 14,256, an increase of 4 per cent over the preceding year. The gross receipts were $6S,957,815.81, as against $56,681,S04.68, an increase of 21.64 per cent, substantially double the figures for any other year since the free delivery service began.

SENATOR MASON MAY RESIGN.!

To Give Up His Seat if Republicans Come Out for Expansion. William E. Mason, junior Senator frem Illinois, will resign from the United, States Senate unless the Republican national platform of 1900 be in accord with, his position on the Philippine question.: This open declaration of opposition to the policy of the administration was made byi Senator Mason in an interview at Ohi-! cago, and in his conversation Mr. Mason! stated that there must be no evasion omj the vital issue of pure and unadulterated; freedom for the Filipinos or the Senator, will step down and out.