Daily Wabash Express, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 22 May 1887 — Page 3

CURRBNT POETRY.

'Jadgm

Not, Tbat f* B* Mot Judged."

Fsrohanos the friend who ah—««d thy Mil} j«n Haa yielded to the tampf r't power: Tet why (brink b»ck and daw away thy *kirt,

though bar vsey twaoh would do the* bartf Wilt though proTa stronger in temptation's boar?

Psrcbanoa tha ana thou tru»t*d*t more tbau Ufa. Haa broken love's meat sacred

Sway to and

know no other.

SU^And

TOW:

let Judge him not—tl victor in Ufa's strife la he who betroth bast the harden of life And eaYetb God to ]aJge, aor qurfrtloa bow.

Slag the great aoag of luva to alt, and not Tha wailing anthem of tty woee Ho lita Iby lifa that thon may»t uaiet few, Afraid to eay, as at Hi* throne )"U knesl, "Fotgivs ma, God, ae I for^iv^ ict f^ea. —fChamber*' Journal.

Bad Tioo Cong.

In tb« twilight gray,

rbl* la 11.0 tetry of Stadowtowii It alwaja EuiU i»t the eiid o( day, Jvtt to the dkiitceea ib c'.Oeiog down.

Beat, little head, on my khoulder,

A aleeivy kiss i* the only faro Uriftiug away from the world we go, Baby atid tu -.b tookiag ebair.

See, where the Are luge glow and spark, Glitter tbe lights of the Bhadowlacd The winter ruin on the window—hark I

Are ripples lapping npon its strand.

Th re, where the mirror ie glanoUn dim, A lake lies sbii: (Bering, eool arid still Blossoms are waving above its brim—

Thoieover thtre un the window till.

Book slow, more slow, in the dusky ligbt Silently lower the anchor down. Dear little passenger say "Good night,"

We'v reached the harbor of Mbadow town. —[Lillian Djnavor Bios.

Tbe Shadow ol a Sin.

By CHARLOTTE M. BRAHME,

Author of "Dora Thome.'

CHAPTER XIV.

Hyacinth Vaughan tnrned round in startled fear and wonder, and then she saw her lover's face, and knew by her womanly Instinct what was coming. She made no effort to escape she had been like a frightened, half-scared bird, but now a great calm came over her, a solemn and beautiful gladness. "Hyacinth, forgiye me,,' he said-"I have been looking for you so long. Oh, my darling, If ever the time should come that 1 should look for you ami not find you, what should I do?

In (his, one of the happiest moments of his life, there came to him a presentiment of evil—one of those sharp, sudden, subtile instinctB for which he could never account—a sense if darkness, as though the time were coming when he tthould look for that dear face and not liud it, listen tor the beloved voice and not hear it—when he should call In vain for his love and no response meet his ears. All this passed through his mind iu the few moments that he held her in his arms aud looked iu her pure, faultJess face. "Have I startled you?" he asked, seeing how strangely pale and calm it had grown. "Why have you been so cruel to me, Hyacinth? Did you not know that I have been seeking for you all day, longing for five minutes witb you? For, Hyacinth, I want to ask you something. Now you are trembllug—see how unsteady these sweet hands are. I do not want to frighten you, darling sit down here and let us talk quietly."

They sat down, and for a few momenta a deep silence fell over mew, ™i» l.y the ripple of the w&Ur and the sound ftf distant music. "Hyacinth," said Adrian gently, I little thought, when I came here four Bhoit weeks siuce, thinking of nothing but reading three chapters of Goethe before bieakfmt, that I Bhould find my

late—thefairest

and sweetest fate that

ever man found. I believe that I loved you tben—at the first moment—as dearly as love you now. You seemed tocnep into my heait and uestle there. die there will be no room in my heart for any other.

She sat very still, listening to bis pas sionaltt wo id?, letting lier hands lie within Lis. It seemed to her like a king coming take possession of his own. "I can diet you, he said, "the deepest, beet and purest love. It has not been frittered away on half a dozen worthless objects. Yon are my only love

v-"

1 shall

Hyacinth, will you be

It had (alien at last, this gleam of sun light thai had.daaueled ber ao long by its brightui.-i- it had fallen at her feet, and it blindt-d'h*r.-"Will you be my wife. Hyacinth

not say yes' unless you love me nor because ii is anyone's wish nor because Lady Vaughan may have said. 'It would be a suitable arrangement.' But say it ii you love me—if you ate happy with me."

He rruiembtied in what Bhe did puzzled him. her little white hands she bent her bead in sweetest humility. "I am not worthy." she whispered.

after years how She clasped

Helauiilwd aloud in the Joy of bis heart. "Ni.i worthy? 1 know best about that, HvaHnth. I know that from the whole word I choose you for my WiU, my queen, tu love, because you are the fairest, the truest, the purest woman in it. I know that, if a king were kneeling here in uiy I'laee, your love would crown him It is I who am not worthy, sweet. What m»n ii worthy of love so pure as yours? Tell me, Hyacinth, will you be my wife"" ..

The grave pallor left her face a thousand little fleams and lights seemed to play over it. "My wife—to love tne, to help me while we both live." ,, "1—1 cannot think that you love me, Bhe said tjmtly. "You are so gifted, so uoble, so clever—so brave and so

what are you?" be asked laugh-

^•Yeui nothing—nothing, that ia, corn par. I

*"-weet

'v find fair nothiug. INow Uvt rtaiteted me, listen stite it »ut you s»e bejiiu, yon »i l.-ititsrepsi -.u, the loveliest Kill -iul.il ia the sunshine, ioel dr.»ery ol purity, HOiifi sud siu'.plw ity, than whirh no

th»t

I It

are, thai hav not t-— queen ev« litil ^leaier. All the grace und uci.' ,J the world, to tuy niinj* ftf6 tiitid in sou. I can say no more, 1 tied t'hil wo.d* do not expNss iti* A'' nowerthinessa is .1= iot ours." i- iruuir.elisled,' someday you

OOriv swee my on in "15.'. will not'' "I be rig! I in. Bonnit, •'Y. Ului-

a ii a I A O

•n tl.e tti.vM I'.iHii rith now," -t t'»Vc!v. Aud—vep, y. ate 1! vri-'":lt- ii i- ni a! piobable that

Usrou disunion uf Oliajdou i'av Hut what Iirs that to do wilit

vti.iiil.l lisve a *ll who kuovts l.-rt- -i-v.iilc oiift i*ty uc»J*t

a fortune. There is no one else who could make such fair wl K*n"e. •'•"J Chandon- as you." "I am afraid that you wiJl be duappointed in me sfterwiidj she KniTLdu, falteringly. "I am very willing lo run the risk, my darling. Now you have been quite cruel h, Cynthy. We will even go so •nougt, far as to suppose you havefauita I know that being human, you can not ie with me lore

Now,

tell

He bent down aud kiaeed the fair flushed face, the sweet quivering lips, the white droopiog eyelids,

You axe my owe now," he said— toy very own. Nothing but death shall pan us."

So they sat in silenoe more eloquent thtn words the faint sound

music

came over the trees, the wind ttirred the vine leaves—there never came such anoiher hour in life for (hem. In the first, rapture of her great hsppinesa Hyacinth did not remember Claude, or perhaps she would have told her lover ab^ut him, but she did not even rememhini. Over the smiling heaven of her content no cloud, however light, sailed— she remembered nothing in that hour but Uer love and her happiness.

Then he began to talk to her of the life that lay before them. We must live so that oihets may be the better for our living, Cynthy. Should it happet that you become Lady Chandon. we will have a vast responsibility on our hands."

She looked uleaaed and happy. "We will build schools," she said, almshouses for the poor people we will make every one glad and happy, Adrian." "That will be a Usk beyond us, I fear," he rejoined with a smile, "but we will do our beet."

I must try to learn everything needful for so exalted a position," she observed, with a great sigh of content. "You must lie very quick about it, darling," he said. "lam going to presume upon your kindness. It is not enough to know that I have won you, but I want to know when you will be mine."

She made no reply, and he went on. see why we need wait—do yon, Cynthy?"

J'l do not see why we need hurry, she replied. "I can give you a reason for that—1 want you my life will be one long sigh until I oan say in very truth that you are my wife. Will you let me tell Lady Vaughan this evening, that I have bsen •ucessful

She clung to him, her hand clasping hie arm. "Not to-night," she said sofily. "Adrian, let me have this oue night to myself to think it all over."

It shall be just as you like, my darling I will tell her tomorrow. Now, Cynthy, this is the 19th of July—why should we not be married in two months from to-day?" Ah, why not? She said nothing. The wind, that whispered so many secrets to the trees, dtd not tell them that.

CHAPTER XV.

When Hyacinth woke next morning, it was with difflculy that she disentangled dreauis and truth then the whole of her untold joys rushed over her, and she knew it was no fancy—no dream. She went down to breakfast lookiug, if possible, more beautiful than she had •ver looked the love-Tii(ht in ber face made it radiant her eyes were bright as stars. Lady Vaughan gazed at her, as nttAn tnne hbfore. iu sheer wonder. During breakfast she nearu on Arthur compiainiug of his papers.

I am told they will not come until night,*' he said. "I really do not see how I am to get through the day without my papers."

What is the cause of (be delay?" asked Lady Vaaugan. 'Some accident to the mail train. The compauy ought to be careful."

Adrian will perhaps be something to amuse you,

"Who told ou so?" asked Lady VftUflil&B* "He wrote this note," said Sir Arthur, "and sent it to me the first thing this morninp." Then Hyacinth smiled to herself, for she kuew the note was written for her. ... "We must get through the day as well as we can," said Lady Vaughan.

Greatly to Sir Arthur's surprise, Hyacinth volunteered to spend the mornmg with him. "I can amuse you," she said—-"not nerhaps as woll as Mr. Darcy, but I will So my best. Wa will go out into the grounds tf

you

like the band is going

to play a selection from 'II Flauto Magleo.'" ,i-ii And Sir Arthur consented, inwardly wondering how sweet, gentle, and com pliant his granddaughter was.

Just before dinner a messecger came to the salon to say that Mr. Darcy had rsturntd, and, with Lady Vaughan's permission, would spend the evening with them.

He will tell Lady Vaughan this evening," thought Hyacinth, "and then every one will know." ihe dressed herself with unusual care il would be the first time of seeing him since she had promised to be his wife. Amongst her treasures was a dressof White lace, simple and elegant, somewhat elaborately trimmed with «reen leaves. Pineott came again, by Lady Vanghan wish, to superintend the youu* lady toilet. She "looked curiously at the white lace dress. ,, "Beggingycur pardon, Miss augban, she said, "but I never saw a young lady so changed. I used to feel qnite grieved when you were so careless about your dress." "I will try not to grieve vou again, siid the youug giil laughingly.

You must not we&i either jewels or tilhons with tbia tirese,

voice

iothiti!'' he said earnestly .1 m«MY a world woman,

Cjnihy, if she brought me Golconda for

observed Pin-

o'.t. "There must ba nothiug but a irnple cluster of greeu leaves "It shall be just as you like," observed Miss Vaughan.

But the maid's taste was correct— nothing more simply elegsut or efleclive could have been devised thau ihe drees of white lace and ihe rluater of green leavts on the fair hair. Hyacinth hardly remembered how the time passed until be oaine She heard his footsteps—heard his

and her heart beat, her face

flushed, her whole aoul teemed to go out to meet him. •'Hyacinth,'' he cried, clasping her hand, "this day seemed to me as long as a century."

Ladv Vaughan was siMng alone in her favorite arm-chair near the open esdmg

window. Adrian went up to ber, leading Hyacinth by the hand, "Dearest Lady Vaughan," he said, "can you guess whai I have to tell you?

Tfce fair old faee beamed with smiles.

"Ia it what I hare expected, Adrian? the asked. "Does my little Hyacinth iore you?"

The girl hid her blushing face then she sunk slowly on her knees, and the kind old hands were raised to bless her. They trembled on her bowed head Hyacinth seised them and covered them with passionate kisses and tears. She hnd thought them stern hands once, and had felt disposed to fly from their guid-

out them. But that does make me love ance but now, as she kissed them, she you less-

me, will you be my blessed and thanked them that their

qfllal" guidance had brought her to this happy She looked np at him with sweet, shy heaven of rest.

grace. "I am afraid you think too highly of me," she opposed, apologetically "in many things I am but a ofaild." "Child, woman, fairy, spirit—no matter what you are, I love you, and I would not have yon changed nothing can improfe you. hecaute, in my eyee, you are perfect. Will you be ny wife, Hya cinth?" "Yes," she replied "and I pray that I may be worthy of n»y lot

Heaven bless you, my child!" said the feeble voice. The lady bowed her stately head and fair old face over the young girl. "If you have ever thought me stern, Hyacinth," she said—"if you have ever fancied the rales I laid down for you hard—remember it was all for your own good. The world is full of snares— some of them croel ones—for the unwary. I saw that you were full of romance and poetry and I—I did my best,, my dear, If you have thought me hard, you must forgive me now—it was all for your own good. I know the value of a pare mind, an innccant heart and a spotless name and that is the dowry you bring your husband. No queen ever had one mote regal. The Vaoghans are a proud old race. There has never been even the faintest slnr or •hadow resting on any one who bore the name and the highest praise that I can (five you is that you are worthy to bear it."

Adrian did not know why the lair ycung head was bent in such lowly humility, why such passionate sobs rose to the girls lips as he raised her and held her for a moment in his arms.

Go to ycur room, Hyacinth, and remove all traces of tears," said Lady Vaughan. "We must be giad, not sorry, this evening—it is yonr betrothal night. And see, here are the papers, Sir Arthur now you will be quite^ happy, and forgive that unfortunate mail train."

CHAPTER XVI.

Hyacinth was not long absent. She bathed her face in some cool, fragrant water, smiling to herself the while at finding that Lady Vaughan could be sentimental, thankful that the needful little scene was over, and. wondering sbyly what this new and bewildering life would be like with Adrian by her side as her acknowledged lover. So happy she was—ah, so happy! There not one drawback—not one cloud. She rearranged the pretty lace dress and the green leaves, and then tripped down stairs, as fair a vision of youth, beauty, and happiness as aver gladdened the daylight. Just as she reached the salon door she dropped her handkerchief, and stooping to pick it up, she heard Lady Vaughan say: "Do not tell Hyacinth—it will shock her ao." 'She must hear of it," Sir Arthur returned "better tell her yourself, my dear."

Wondering what they could be discussing, she opened the door and saw a rather interesting tableau. Lady Vaughan was still in her comfortable arm chair she held a newspaper in her hands, and Sir Arthur and Adrian Darcy were bending over her. evidently deeply interested. Hyacinth's entrance seemed to put an end to their discussion. Adrian went up to her. Sir Arthur took tho paper from his lady's hand, and began to read it for himself. "You will not reluse to sing for me to-night, Cynthy?" Haid Adrian. "Itis, you know, as Lady Vaughan says, our betrothal night. Will you give me that pleasure?"

Still wondering at what she had heard, Hyacinth complied with his request. She played well, and she had a magnificent voice. She sung now some simple ballad, tellin? of love that was never to die, of faith that was never to change, of happiness that was to last for ever and ever and as she sung the diakepVMjteJliKelonJier faae and lie thanked her—he kissed the white hands that had touched the keys so deftly

and,

able to do said Lady

"Adrian hss gone out," returned Sir \rthur, in an Injured lone of voice. ••Same friends of his oanie to the hotel late last ulght, aud he has gone out with them he will not return till evening

then she heard Sir Arthur say

again— 'He can not be guilty it is utterly impossible. I can not say I liked the young fellow he seemed to me one of toe careless, reckless kind. But rely upon it he is too much of a gentleman to be capable of such a brutal, barbarous deed." "If he is innocent," observed Ladv Vaughan, "he will be released. In our days justice i- too sure and too carefnl to destroy an innccent man." "Colonel Lennox will never get over it. Such a blow will kill a proud man like him." "I pity hii mother most," said Ltdy Vaugnan.

Every word of this conversai ion had been heard by Hyacinth and Adrian She was looking ov?r some music, and he stood by her. A stiange, vag^ue, numb seneat'on was gradually creeping over her. She raised her eyes to her lover's face, and they asked, as plainly

as eyes could speak— "What are they discussing? "A strange, sad story," he spoke in answer to the look, for she had uttered no word. Lady Vaughan heard him. "You will be grieved, Hyacinth," she said "but that you will be sure to hear it sooner or later, I would not tell you one word. Do you remember young Claude Lennox, who was visiting his uncle? He came over to the Chase several times." "I remeuiber him, she replied vaguely conscious of her own words— for for a (errible dread was over her. She could have cried aloud in her anguish "What is it—oh, what is it?" "Appearances are against him cor tainly," continued Lady Vaughan, in her calm ton»—oh, would she never finish?—"but I cannot think him

8U"Gnilty

Oakton the *hole night." '•Still, that mayoolybe circumstantial evidence," said Sir Arthur, "though it is strongly against him. Why should he kill a woman who was quite a stranger to him, as he solemnly swears sho wu'" "Who, then, waa with him at the station? Yousee three people swear to have noticed him leave Iisybridge station with a woman whom none of them recognized."

They might perhaps have continued the discussion, but a slight sound disturbed them and, looking round, they saw that Hyacinth had fallen lo the Moor. 8he had risen front her seat with

a ghastly face and burning eyes her whi:e lips had opened to Bay, "'It was not Claude who killed her, but her husband." She tried to utter the words, but her voice was mute, and then with outstretched arms she fell face foremost to the ground in a dead swoon. Adrian ran to ber be raised ber—he looked in wondering alsrin at the colorless face with its npress of dread and fear. "It has frightened her almost to death," he said, "Did she know this Claude Lennox, Lady Vaughan?" "Yes, very slightly we met him once or twice at Oakton park, and he called at the Chase. But I did not like him. kept Hyacinth carefully out of his way." "What can we do for her?" he asked in a trembling voice. "Nothing," said Lady Vaughan. "Do not call the servenls they make such a fuss about anything of this kind. L't the fresh air blow ovtr her."

They raised her up and laid her upon the coaeh. Sir Arthur threw open the doors into the conservatory, and opened the windows in that room also, to admit currents of fresh air. L%dy Vaughan withdrew with noiselees step to another room for a glass of cool water. Adrian bent over the wholly unconscious foi of his darling, his face almost as white as her own in his anxiety. Suddenly he remembered that he had acquired a slight knowledge of surgery in his university life, and drawing a lancet Irom his-pocket, he made a slight incision ic the beautiful snowy arm that lay so litnp and lifeless upon his hand.

One or two drops of blood from the cut stained his fingers. Passionately he kissed the wound that he had made in love, but though a slight moan escaped her lips, Hyacinth did not yet move nor awaken from her swoon. The old people returned, and lady Vaughan moistened the pallid brow and colorlcss lips. Again that moan came, the girl moved, and presently the white lips parted with a sigh, and the eyes opened with a took of terror in them which Adrian never forgot. "I am bo frightened she said. "My darling!" cried Adrian, "I am sorry yon-heard anything abou' il. Why need you be frightened "I am shocked,"' ebe said, and the ghastly fear deepened in her eyes.

Of course you are—one so young, so fair, so gentle. The word 'murdir' is enough lo terrify you."

Then she lay perfectly still—holding her lover's hand in hers, looking at him with such worldless sorrow, such unutterable woe in her face. Ltdy Vaughan brought her a glass of wine she drank it, hardlv knowing what she did, and then the elderly lady, bending over her, kissed her face. "You must not be so sensitive, my dear," she said. "How will you get through life if you feel for everybody's trouble in this fashion? Of course we are all deeply grieved for the young man, but he is nothing to us."

Her words fell on dulled ears aud an unconscious brain the girl, atill holding her lovers hand, turned her flee to live wall. She had uot been able to collect her thoughts—they were in a atate of chaos. Of all that crowded upon her, that seemed to burn into her brain, jthat crushed and crowded like living figures round her, one stood out clear, distinct and terrible—Claude was inno.ent, and no one in the world knew it but herself. Look where ehe would, these words eemed to be before her, in great red letters—"No one but myself 1" She turned her white face suddenly to Adrian Darcy: "If they find him guilty," she asked, what -will they do to him?" "If he is guilty, he will pay lor his crime with his life. But now, Cynthy, you must not think so intently of this, fry to forget it for little time."

Forget it! Ah, if he know! When should she forget again? "He is innocent, ai:d no one in the world knows it but myself, and no one else else can prove it."

Over and over again she said the Yvords it seemed to ber they had bewitched her. As soon as she had finished them, she began the terrible phrase over agaiu. Ihen the dalkness seemed to fall over her. When she raised her eyes agaiu. Adrian was reading to her. She toilS1* batl

grasp the sense of what he

the wo'r'flb, understand tant sound—not one was plain oi'UiU.fliB to her. "I must be going mad," the thought, starting up in wild affright and then Adrian's arm' were encircling her. He could feel tho terrible beating of her heart he could see the awful fear in her &C6* "My dearest Hyacinth," he said gently, "you must not give way to this nervous fear—you will do yourself harm."

He laid the fair young head on nis breast he soothed and caressed her as he would have soothed a frightened child and then Lady Yaughan insisted that she was tired and must go to rest. They did not notice that as she left the room •he took with her the paper Sir Arthur had been reading.

CHAPrER XVII.

Alone at last and the ghastly fear, the terrible dread, overwhelmed Hya cintb. The paper dropped from her hands, and she fell, with a low, shudder ingcry, on her knees. The news was too cruel, too dreadful, too horrible. She moaned rather than cried—"Oh, merciful Heaven, let me die! let me die!"

The fear was upon her was far more trying than any physical anguish. Who could have recognize 1 her crouching there with fever in her brain, with anguish in her heart, as the beautiful brilliant girl who quitted that room few hours since, radiant with love and

0|fhen

or what?" asked Hyacinth,

and the sound of her voice frightened her, as it left I er rigid lips. "Gniltv of murder, my dear. It is strange case. It appears that the very day after he left the Chase, a dreadful murder was discovered at Leybridge—-a woman was found truly murdered under a hedge in one of the fields near the station. In the poor woman's clinched had was a hankerchief, with the name 'Claude Leimor' upon it. On searching further the police found his address. •Claude Lennox, 200 BeltraveJ Square, written in pencil on a small folded piece of paper. The woman's name is suppesed to be Anna Barratt. Circum stantial evidence is very strong sgaioft Claude. One of the porters at Leybridge station swears that he saw him walk with a woman ih the direction of the fields a laboring man swears that he saw him returning alone to Oakton Park in thr early dawn of the morning and the col onel's servants say he was absent from

she took up the paper, and with

wild, distended eyes, read this para graph: "Shocking Mordbr at Leybbibgehas been

The whole of this district

thrown into the greatest consternation by

the discovery of a terrible murder that has been committed in the pleasant meadows near the railway station. Ou Thursday morning as John Dean, a laborer, was going to his work, his atsention was attracted by something lying under the hedge in the field known as Limo Meadow. He found, on inspection, that it was the body of a woman who had been most cruelly murdered. He hastened to the station and gave information to Inspector Henderson. The inspector want at once to the spot with two of his men. The woman had been dead, it was suppose, over two hours there were signs of a violent straggle and she bad evidently tried hard to defend herself. At first no clew could bo discovered as to her identity or that of her murderer but it was seen that she held a handkerchief tightly clinched in her hands. With soma difficulty it was taken away, and the name 'Claude Lennox' was found upon it. Further search brought to light a folded paper, on which the address of

Mr. Lennox was written in full. The woman's clothes were marked Anna Barratt. She was quite a stranger in the neighborhood, and no one remembers to have seen her before. The police immediately began to make inquiries, the result of which was the apprehension of Claude Lennox on the charge of whfol murder. He has been brought before the magistrates of Ashton, and the evidence given is very strong against him. Mr. Lennox is the nephew of Colonel Lennox, of Ashton Park and it appears that, much to the colonel's anger and annoyance, this yonng gentleman was absent all Wednesday night A

porter at Leybridga station ivFeirs to having seen Mr. L-nsor in company with tome woman—*hoee featurei he did net see—quite early on Thurrday morning. He uoiiced him pi.rticnl.irly, because Mr. Lennox seemed aoxiouc that his companion should escaped all observation. He saw them walking toward the meadow, but not having seen the woman's face :ould not identify her. Thomas Hainan, a signal man, also swore to the tame facts. Robert CMe, a day laborer, de posed that, as he waB going to work early on Thursday morning, he saw the accused walking alone and hurriedly toward the park. He thought the gentleman looked agitated. "The prisoner admitted at once that the handkerchief and folded pajwr containing the address were his, but refused to explain how they citiae into the possession of ihe deceased. He swore that he was not guilty of the morder, and that the woman was a stranger to him. Wuen asked to state where he had been during the night, he declined When asked to prove an alibi— if he could bring auy witnesses to pr-'Ve where he had been—be replied abruptly that it was impossiblo—he could not do it. The magistrates have committed hiin for trial at the tadstone assizes, and unless he can give some satisfactory information as to where he pssted the night of Wednesday, the weight of cir cuajstantial evidence will tell strongly ajriinst him. The refusal of Mr. Lennox to make any exculpatory stateniens h*s created a great sensation in the neighborhood. Tltt-Wisixes commences on tbe twenty-third of July."

The paper fell frocu Hyacinth's trembling bands, and a terrible moan came from her lips. Clear as the daylight the incidents of that morning rose before her in their full horror.

Whatever happened, cos' what would, she muet go—she musi clear Claude. No oue in the wide world knew thit he wi--i innocent, no on« c.iuld clear him but herself. Dear Heaven, how plrinly thL- whole sconce rose before her! The dewy nieidowa lying so still and cilm the half light—the woman's pale face and bruiaed band! How well she remembered wrapping Claude's haudercnief round it. How kind and com passionate Claude had been to her! "He will kill tne some day," the woman had said, speaking ol her husband

Hyacinth cenld hear the voicee even now. That

VIM

nearly a month ago,

and kind, generous, reckless LVau ie had been lyint ia prison ever since, on a charge of wilful murder. He would noticcriminate her he rai^hi have rebutted the whole charge by telling the story of that night and calling her as a witness, but he would not do so. She had not thought there was such generosity, such chivalry in him. it was a noble thing of him to refuse to speak, but he must not lose his life for her.

The more she weighed the evidence, the more Btartled she was to tiad how strongly circomstances were against Claude. She must clear him. If he would not. speak, sbe must.

What would it cost her? Ah, Heaven, more than her life—her love! If she went into court to teli the truth, she could never hi-pe to see Adrian again. He who ha I valued purity, delic c/, refinement and the truth R0 highly—what would he say when he fc und that she had not only carried on a clandestine correspondence, deceived those with whoin'she lived, and stolen out to meet her lover, but had eloped with hiiu -had left her hom?, had traveled as far aLeybridge with him,and walked through the fields with him, and then, repenting, had gone back

What would he say

when he kuew :H? She remembered how sternly he had spoken of i.ad^ Wallace—what would he say of her? She wi:s more unfortunatv, m-.re disgraced. Her uame henceforward would be associated with a murdei case. She, a Vaughan, one of the race, as Lady Vaughan had told her that mornine, thai had ntver experience"! ihe shadow of difgrace or shams—she who bad been, :is they believed, so carefully kept from the world, so shielded from all its snares she to bow those gray heads with (orrow, and slay her love with unmerited shame

She was as oue fastened lo a stake turn which way sbe would, her torture increased. Gould she take advantage of Claude's honorable silence and saving no, she could not. "ijOf&t, J'--death," was the motto of her race one could not do that. If she aid- though her secret would be safe, her miserable weakness never be knowu-she would hate herstlf, loathe her lit«, so shamefully laden with secrecy and sin.

The temptation to take advantage ol Claude's chivalrous silence lasted only a few moments. She would not have purchased life and love at such a price, bhe must save him.

What would it cost her? Her love— an, yeB, her love! -?he wou'.d never see

Adrian

one so disgraced. For she did not hide from herself the extent of that disgrace she who had been reared as a liiy in me seclusion of home would become, for a few days at least, the subject of scandal tbe name of Hyacinth Vaughan would be lightly spoken by light lips men would sneer at her, women turn away when her rame was mentioned.

Oh, how bitterly 1 am punished! she cried. "What have I done that 1 must suffer so?"

She knew she must go into court when Claude was tried, and tell her shameful story before the hard headed men of the world. She knew that her name aud what she had to tell would be commented upon by every newspaper Englan.'. After that, there could be no returning home, no love, no marriage, no safe r.st in a haven of peace. It would be all at an end. She might lie down aud die afterward tbe world would all be closed to her.

Only a few hours ago she had lain on that little white bed scarcely able to bear the weight of her own happiness. How long was it since Adrian bad asked her to be his wife? The misery, the pain, 1 the anguish of a hundred years seemed .' A«nr HamH Rtncti tben.

iud

pggggd over her head since tben

'—:L' c0h if I had refused to go when

Claude asked me!" the cred in of anguish. "If I had only been true to

what

I knew was right! 1 am bitterly punished." Not more bitterly than bo was. Tbe thought seemed to strike her suddenly. He bad been in prison for over three weeks he had been charred with the most terrible crime.—-he whose only faolt was that of loving* her too well. She must save him.

Then with a sudden thrill of fear she remembered how near the assizes were they were to be held on the twenty-third aud this was the twentieth. She would have only just time to resch Loadston She must say good-by to those who oved her, and had wstchcd over her she must leave all her love, her hope, her happiness behind, and go forth to save him who was willing to give even his life to save her. She must go. She tnust find out how she could reach England. The great brooding anguish of despair seemed to have fallen over her her heart ached until it could acba no more she wept until she seemed to have no more tears ehe appeared to grow insensible to tbe pain that was wearing her fair young life away.

I must go to-morrow night, she saia to herself, "I shall see Adrian just once again, and then I must bid him farewell forever. Ob, my love, my love!'

She flung herself upon the floor and wept, until the morning dawned and the summer gun peeped into the room. [To bt Continued in

SCALDED BY* AyOUX.

Tbe Thrilling Experience of*Bla«k mils Miner. George Rook, of De:«dwood City, Dak., is iu tbe city on a vacation which he has tfiv himself after many years' hard work. Iu speaking of the Black Hills to a San Francisco Examiner reporter, 1m said .that the country is lees rough than it was when he first visited it. went into the Black Hills," he said, '"when the lead and silver mines were first discovered. I heard ol the finds that were being made while in Chicago, and four others and myself went out to make ourfortue. Well, so we did. "f have never regretted that I want there, though passed through some pretty rough limes. When we got there miners Were flocking in from every direction. Iu two weeks it was so lull tl t-re were not houses or canvas enough to shelter people over night. The price articles ni mountain high, and only tiu«e who took fortunes with them could reach the pinnacle. Others conld not see the Mimuiit nith a telescope, ihe ft out of bed wa* worth $5 a night. You could sit ia a chair ail night for $'i, lie on the floor for $1, and lean up against tbe side for fifty cents. Faro chips cost $1 apiece, and a piece of poor bread an nomc pr.tk and beans from SI to $1 W. "T took a clsiru, and from the first made rnoafcy and helped out many poor people who had pawned iheir boots lor a me*i or had rented their coat for some oue to use a» a l»lanb4 fir the ni^ht. But whan wa were goinj: from Pierre, D. oneof our party, Dick Warner by name, had a remarkable experience. We had a ons-horse wagon, aud the locomotion was not up to the standard horsepower to it became incumbent upon two of us lo get out and walk when we came tu a hill, aud if you have ever been in that eectiua of lie country you will know how plentiful they are. Wf bad just come to a winding valley, and Dick, and Henry Nichols got out and walked. We stopped the wagoo, and ibey soon got some distance ahead, Tu half an .hour Nichols came back at a gait that tnade us believe ail the demons of hades were after him. His hair was on end and when he arrived at the wagon be had just breath enough to say say that a pirty of Indians bad captured* Dick. I and Jack Renny ran on with our riHfe, and on coming around a bend in the trail noticed a big buck lift his knife and take Dick's scalp from hiui. Wo were horrified, but quick as thought Reuny lifted his rifle and brought down the Sioux. There happened to hs only two atd the other caped. Dick was partly unconscious when we lifted him friiu the ground. The Hood was a'.reamine from thewound and we had no ho^tes of his recovery. But in five minllt?s he opened bj-t erts and asked wh.-ri the Indian was. When w« had washed him he pri-sented, if porn '!*', a more ridiculous ipp?arance than wh: r. he was w:-t with He troubled wit ii head, for itzscn h^a^d '.p, but half tho n:Aip wa K'"" and he was marked for life. In telling no r.bout his experience after he recovered consciousnees he said he was walkiitg alchz slowly viewing the. sceueiy, wht-n on turniug he saw a Sioux ludiiu bearing down upon him at exp:efw syeed. He looked back in the uireclion of the waeon, but another Indian w.s coming up from 'he rear. He then uok !o his heels, but tho momentum at which the Indian was advancing brought him np before Dick could get speed up. The buck gave him a shove that stnt hitu spinning aaainst a rock, relieving him of hie senses. He did not feel the ku:fc of the Sum* when he was petfortniiig the aua:ornical opcra-

(icm''

again he would never speak to

MR. CHILDS' CLOCtC.

How I he* Philadelphia Out-Riii tlie York Merchant The handsome Mexican onyx clock winch stands in ihe reuepuon room of tho city residoace of George W. Childs, at tho southeast corner ol Twenty-second and Walnut streets, says the Philadelphia Record, has been much admired by the thousands of visitors to that hospitable mansion, few of whom, probably, know -the Metorv of the exoensive time-keeper,

r5hePUar^

wood, who was a visitor, became especial^ ly enamored this strikingly beautiful clock, whose base, four leot in height, supported a niiver siatutle of Liberty swinging from oue hand a pendulum Mr. Lock wood, who was tben very wealthy, determined to own this clock, and in the auction of exhibited articles bought it, though the czar of all the Russias, to whom time was then of moment, -v*Bfia competitor in the bidding. Safelv transported to Norwalk, Conn., Mr. Lcckwood's :v. me, the costly timepiece was mncb admired by visitors to Mr. Lockwood's hous', and by none more than Mr. aud Mrp. George W. Childs. Several years later Mr. Lockwcod's house and its many articles of vertu were offered for side, aud, at the sui gestion of Irs good wile, Mr, Childs determined to buy this clock. Arrived at the sale, and the clock put up, Mr.

Childs* first bid v.as $3,000. A stranger sitting immediately behind him rai:ed that

$500.

Mr. Climb Kaw the raise and

raised back $-500, whtn the aBtounded Stranger, reaching forward, remarked: "H:r, 1 camc from A. T. Stewart with orders tc g^t that' clock, and must have

I don't rare if you came from Golconde," was the reply of the Philadel piiian, and he kept raising the bid of his opponent, much to ihe auctioneers satisfaction, until he had offerpd $6 oOO, at which figure Stewart's man weakened. Mr. Childs xemoved.the time-keeper to hia citv residence, where it now ticks and tells that time is flying.

A METEOR AT SEA.

How Mysterious Disappear"ncoa at Sea Are Account id For. In a special dispatch to the Missouri Republican the fall of a meteor at sea is revealed as follows: It has often been thought by mariners and those intimate with astronomical phenomena that many oftheeudden and mysterious disappearances of vessel* lost at sea could b« accounted for by iheir being strnck by meteors and meteoric stones. The theory appears to have some foundation by the following Matement given to a reporter to-day by Captain Swart, of the Dutch bark J. A. P., bound for Quebec, and one of the first statements of the kind ever tnade public. On March 19 th© ship while in lattitude 37 deg. 39 min. north and longitude

making

the Sunday Expra».\

the air. Immediately after solid lump* id km fell on the dock and the deeka aad riggicg become covered with an icy crnat caused by tbe immense evaporation, notwithstanding the fact that tbe thermometer registered 66 degrees. The barometer during the phenomenon oscillated violently, so that no reading couid be taken. After close examination of tlw vessel and riggling no damage was found on deck, but on the side where the meteor fell into the water the vessel appeared all black and some of the copper sheeting was terribly blistered. The affair was followed by an ircrease of the aind to hurricane force.

AMONG DRY BONKS.

Wber* Many Hainan Sbelatowi Are Fr* pared VorS»t -. A correspondent of the Medical Press of London, communicatee to that journal the following account of skdetot: manufactory, which he recently had an opportunity of visiting. The •vtabiishmint i* located in the plao of St. Denis, France, and consists large wooden bnildingB, comprisingone main structure and several annexes.

The large hall contains two rows of immense kettles, the emanations from which are, as might be supposed, fur from agreeable, event an olfactory apparatus used to the atmosphere of a dissectiugroom. These kettles seivo for ridding the boces of their adheriDg tendons through boiling. The disarticulation of the skulls, which is performed separately constitutes the most delicate part of the operation. Tn the case of children or young adults it is effected though an ingenious process consisting in filling the cerebral cavity with dry peaa und tben immersing the skull in water. Through he effect of such immersion Ihe peas swell abd bring about a dislocation of the most dcliote sutures.

After the bones have been submitted to a prolonged boiling they are irriul to tables where young women u.tiefully scrape them in order to free thorn perfectly from the soft tissues that adhere to them. Certain specialists obti-in very high wages for this work, eao.cially those who prepare very delicate honee, such as those of frogs, lizards, etc.

After being scraped the bones are bleached, either through the action of chloride of lime for cheap skeletons or that of the sun for high-priced bones. Finally they go to a special work-room, where they are assembled, mounted upon brass, and articulated.

These final operations require a profound knowledge of osteology, along with an artistic eye. In fact, il ie necessary to select from a collection of all sorts of bones those that be well enough assembled to look as if they came from One and the same individual. The others are sold singly for the use of students:of limited means, who are content with a portion of an unmounted skeleton. It is curiouf. to ficd that sex has a great influence on the market value of the bones, a beautiful female bkeletoti being' actually worth '20 to 26 per cent, more than a male one of corres|ondlng quality.

Special kettles are devoted to children, from those of the rudimentary age up to those of 2 or 8 years. These skeletons are arranged in show-cases in ascendin series, from the miniature ." or 4 inches in height up to the baby of 20 or 3o inches. These little skeletons have proportionately a greater value than tho*' of their adult brothers.

Tt may naturally |be asked whence all the cadavers come. Most of them, it a| pears, are furnished by the hospitals and dissecting-room :, and others by the prif ons. As a general thing, the supply ha.been less than the demand, but in recent times the abundance and cheapness oi skeletons of Austrian origin have considerably depressed the market. Nevertheless, despite the industrial and nmercial crisis that prevails througi tbe world, tho industry under consid. tion seems to be ir. a most fiouris'condition.

INCIDENT OF THE WfiK,

A Parcghter of OnTemor Ptcke-i- Hi). -.1 by ii Shrll Dminir the llf»rr1 so mony. Atlanta Constitution.

During the tumult aud txciit-mc- of that r.r. i-iu.r-v. .... 5«, i.Urtlideatli of Annie, eldest dati .«-t .-i Vernor Pick*n of S^uth Cu,:i in the nrdf 'be *ver'''

piclu

,hu

war such tr:wdi« were comn-nr., voir unnotic d.hu'. now that time has calmed the troubled rea of s-ri!e and co'Uv'ition a picture of tint n:ene will be of general

interest, nnd will p.wfken a chord of sympathy in tl.e hearts of all who read it. April 22, 15W3, in Cbarlesioo, S. I'., at the residence of Governor Pickens, the residence a party was assembled

to witness the

marriage ceremony of Annie Pickens to Lieutenant Ls Rochelle. It was a time when terror a" anguish were prevailing throughout mw

Mnt.

deg

west

ex perl

enced a severe Blorm. About 5 o'clock in the afternoon a meteor was observed flying through the air. It presented the ap_ pearance of balls. Oae wss very black and the other brightly illuminated. The latter appeared as if reidy to drop on board amsdships. The vessel was hove to under (.torm-saila and the meUor dropped ioto the sea close alongside,

in its flight a tremendous roar

ing noise. Before JalHne into the water tbe upper atmoephere was suddenlv darkened, while below and on board everything appesred like sea of fire. The force of the meteor on striking the water caused the latter to form heavy breakers, which swept over the vessel rocking her fearfully.

At the same time such a suffocating atmosphere was caused as to force perspiration to run down the taces of all on board and greatly oppressed the breathing from the great amount of sulphur in

illtire

south, and the booming of the Union guns then roared in the barb- ."-', but the little number who had collected to-^eluer had determined to smile evi-n though their hearts were aching and thev were trembling with terror. Beneath ihe -:ott light of the chandelier the c^rgyumn stood with the habiliments of thv church enshrouding hia venerable foim Before him wss the noble yonng lieutenant in hi* official uniform, while beside him leaned the beautiful and stately woman who was to become bis wife. There nhe Btood, regal aud proud, possess ng everything that prestige of birth, rank a:ii" wealth could give, "Are you ready9" asked tho minister, unclasping

Iuh l.ook. "Yes," said Rochelle, las ing the hand of the bride. Scarcely •vas the answer uttered thau there was an Dwful crash. A shell from the enemy ouns had penetrated the mansion, bursting in the midst of the marriaite ac?ne, and scattering its deadly missies around men trembled und woflifii Rcrramed, mirrors were shivered, and for a moment the walls seemed to rock to and Iro. In a few moments oniet resigned, and it was ascertained tnat the only jala' wound received was in tbe left temple ot the waiting bride, who lay like a beautiful crushed flower in the arms of her agonised lover. Laying her on a lounge he bent over her, and in a moan of despair prayed that even in death she would beSome his wife. Her quick drawn breath melted in a sigh, as tho lips smiled ns-

There she lay, pure and wbite as the cluster of camelias at ber breast, while the crimson life-tide oozed in heavy drops from the death wound in her brow and coursed its stream over the lovely cheek, marring the snowy clouds of the bridal veil that enveloped her. ii»e was of few words, aud the

ceremony "yes" was murmured iu a dying winner beneath the husband'a kifc:. In a moment all was over, a little struggle and she was dead.

Beneath thecool, deep shadow of the magnolia Annie Pickens Le Rochelle was laid to rest, where the sad wail of the water sighed an eternal requiein, while the brave young soldier went his way, in the Are und danger of battle. He little feared the sword or bullet of war, for ever at his lie-.rt there was a wound more cruel than death and lasting as life.

As 111 Omen.,

A very significant sign is the constant transmission of large sums of money from Vienna, Berlin and Paris to Lon don for safe-keeping. That fact is in itself a more war-likeone than any num ber ol diplomatic cr even military rumors.—[Boston Transcript

HOW TO TABTS.

Krronooa* NoMou Ab*nt the I

The erudite Boston Journal say thrt ::rictly speaking, with the tip of tbe ngue one can't really taste at all. if put a small drop of honey or 1 :tter almonds on that part of lk' iitl« will find, no doubt to yoi -rcn* irpriee, that it produces no I of nay sort yon only taste it when h® ins slowly lo diffuse itself and ri lehst* ie trueta*tii:g retnoti in the middle 4ia--nce. But if you put a little cay«n«* mustard on the same pari yon ill bid that it bites you immediately— experiment should' be tried ^psringi hiie if yon put it down lower in mouth you will swallow it almot-t. 1oat noticing the pungency ot the gti.nuIm. The reason is that the tip ol t- ngue is supplied only with the nerve* which are really neives of touch, not r.ptvte of taste proper—they belong to a totally different main branch, and they go to a different center in the brain, together with the very similar t!-.re*ds which supply the nerve of smell ir mustard and pepper. That is why the smell and taste of these pungent subnances arc so much alike, as everybody must have noticed a good sniff at a musHrd producing almost the same iritatins eflects a« an incautious monthid!. When one ic trying deliberate experiments on the subjects, in order to irst the sensitiveness of tbe different? parts to different substances, it is neoss :ary to keep the tongue quite dry in rder to isolate (ho thing you are experimenting with and prevent its spreading to all parts of the mouth togetherIn actual practice this result is obtained in rather a ludicrous manner—by blowing upon the tongue netween each experiment with a pair of bellows. To itch undignified expedients does the pursuit of science lead tbe modern peyhologislK.

The Oocktail Boquet. A gentleman on his way out of Broadway theatre bei ween acts lidy tf he could «jo anything tn bet wearinc-is. She said: "Yes iu d" as well by uie as you will by yottrst He did. On his return he laid a pri: bunch of flowers in her lap, and, when their extraordinary weight aronsed her 'ftentioii, behold, cunningly fastened by •i wire in the cantie, was a half-pint pumpkin-seed bottle. Through the nrk into tbe befirt of a calla lily went a .-.traw. With what a wealth of admiration for man's invention did ihe hold ibat fragrant bi iiquel to tier pleased faceChe bar that has got up this novel way of introducing a mild cocktail to a lady will doubtless prosper. But whenever a lady in a tbeatie ih ncen inhaling the fragrance of a huge bouquet it will be inspected that she bas got right witb her hat which a man has to go out for.

Operates in Hack Numbsrs. Nearly every one iu New York haa heard of "Bick Number" Budd, wbt puts away every day hfty copies of e«cb New York nrwsiiaper to sell Ibptn to customerf ytars henrr ,it MX) lo ft,000 per cent, profit, it rejoried that h« once received $70" for a single news paper. Rvcenily he wuh called upon by Borne Kansas men, nrooDg whom was. Senator lnealip, who afkxl hi-! assist Bute in procuring a complete file The Leavenworth Journal for the two yean, tlir.t it W8B under the management of John Henderaon, during ihe agitation that resulted in the Lecompton constitutional convention at the establishing "f Kansas as .-i free stair. The file was desired for tb« KanssR Historical society, and they weio willin .- pay #10,000 for it. —[New Vnri. 'I n! line.

Made Famous by a Poker Oaasa. A Tifjhiu.uiiuKo, Indian Territory, correspondent wiiies A few mil*e couth of the iiioiintainr. is a station on the railroad know at- "Seven Hundred Ranch.'' has a rather interesting history. A skorl time back a number of the citizens of the nation, wealthy cattlemen, mi! herein a tent to piay a game of poker. There, were six in the party, and tb ante was $700, and $1,400 draw cards. For some titno the game .continncd, until over #600,000 had lis "Mivbii hind*.. -wh«n it broke up.

Breathe Through fcbe No«*. Then there are laiy ways of breathing and one-sided ways of breathing, and the particularly bad habit of breathinf through the mouth. Now, the nose was meant to lueathe ihrouch, and it is marvclously unarmed for BUerinjr the impurities out of the air and for changing il to a suitable temperature lor entering the lungs The mouth has no sncli apparatus. and when (he air i* swalb wed through the uion'.h instead of breathing through the noe has an injuriona effect upor the Inngr.

A Good Advertising Scheme California Wine Man—1 wish, sir, yon would trv to popularise native wines. They are much superior to the imported .irticle.

Hotel Man—1 have them ou my list. '•Very tni -, but you have not .told on« case in six montha. Can't you think uj gome way to induce gnests to try them 7 "Let—me—see. Whv, yes. 1 II put tbe price up to $10 a bottle.—|Omaha. World.

The Useful Bumblebee. It

a fact that a strong uest of bum

blebees in a big clover field is worth W0 to the owner, for these infects are »he chief agents in fertilising the blossoms, thereby insuring a heavy crop of seedIn Australia tl.ere aie no bumblebees of our kiud, aud Ihey could not raise clover seed there until they imported Mme.

Not HiSi Fault.

Father.-- Tommy, you should try and be a belter boy. Tou are our only child

and

we expect yon to be good. Tommy—It ain't my fault that I am

your

onlv child. It is tough on me to be good for a lot of brothers and sisters I haven't got. Texas Siftings.

Anatomioal.

Mamma—Did it hurl you much, dear? Dorothy (who is a connoisseur in dolls, and who has had a tumble)—Terwibly, mamma'. Mv knee feels dea's if all de saw dust was runnin' out.—[Tid B'.ts.

A Truly Good Man.

Minister (to Layman)—But why do you say that Mr. Smith is a good man? He rarely appears at church.

Layman—I know he doesn't show up at church very often, but Bradstreet's quotes him A 1 —[Puck.

Queer Facts About Popular Writers. The author o- "Home, Sweet Home" never had a home, and George Maedonald v. ho has eleven children, is the author of "Annals of a Quiet Neighbor

hood."—[Leeds

Mercury.

Very Kind.

Mistress (to new servant)—We have breakfast generally about 8 o'clock. New Servant—Well, mum, if I ain't down to it don't wait.—[Huj*&

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