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At that moment the Spanish gentleman came out of the Kurliaus 'flower shop with a beautiful bouquet of flowers. "Mademoiselle," he said, handing .them to Fraulein Muller and at the same time put his hand to his heart. •He had not noticed Bernardine at ifirst and when he saw her he became '.somewhat confused. She smiled at Ithem both and escaped into the flower shop, which was situated in .one of the covered passages connecting the mother building with ithe dependencies. Herr Schmidt, 'the gardener, was making a wreath. His favorite companion, a saffron cat, was playing with the win?. Schmidt was rather an ill-tempered man. but he liked Bernardine. "I have put these violets aside for you. Fraulein," he said in his sulky way. "I meant to have sent them to your room, but have been interj|p ruptfd in mj'work." "You spoil me with your gifts," she said. •'"You spoil my cat with the milk," he replied. looking up from his work. "That is a beautiful wreath you are making, Herr Schmidt," she said. "Who has died? Any one in the Kurhaus?" "No. Fraulein. But I ought to keep my door locked when 1 make these wreaths. People get fright-

SHIPS THAT:P4SS IN THE Kl&HT.

They were standing outside of the room set apart for the photograph maniacs of the Kurhaus. "I cannot go into that horrid little hole." Bernardine said. "And, besides, I have promised to play chess with the Swedish professor. And after that I am going to photograph Marie. I promised Wai'li I would."

The Disagreeable Man then smiled grimly. "I hope he will be able to recognize her," he said. Then.feeling that he was on dangerous ground, he added quickly: "If you want any more plates, I can oblige you."

On her way to her room she stopped to talk to pretty Fraulein Muller, who was in high spirits, having lhad an excellent report from the jDoctor. Fraulein Muller always insisted on talking English with Berinardine, and as her knowledge of it "was limited, a certafn amount of (imagination was necessary to enajble her to be understood. "Ah, Miss Holme," she said. "I 'have received an exquisite report ifrom the Doctor." "You are looking ever so well." Bernardine said. "And the lovemaking with the Spanish gentleman •goes on well, too?" "Ach!" was the merry answer. "That is your inventory. I am quite indolent to him!"

BY BEATRICE HARRADEN.

PART 1.— CHAPTER XV— CONTINUED

"Will you come and help me to at us: those dogs who know when we develop some photographs?" he are in pain or trouble, and nestle asked cheerily. "You do not need near to us. to have a straight eye for that." So Bernardine reached her own

Then as they went along together door. She heard her name called, he said: and, turning round, saw Mrs. Ref "When we come to think about it fold. There was a scared look on her seriously it is rather absurd for us beautiful face. to expect to have uninterrupted "Miss Holme, 'she said, "I have 6tretches of happiness. Happiness been sent for—I daren't go to him falls to our share in separate de- alone —I want you—he is worse. I tached bits, and those of us who are am wise content ourselves with these broken fragments." "But who is wise?'" Bernardine asked. "Why, we all expect to be happy. Still no ooe has told us. It is the true instinct of human nature. "It would be interesting to know at what particular period of evolution into our present glorious types •we felt that instinct for the first time," he said. "Thesunshine must have had something to do with it. You see how a dog throws itself down in the sunshine the most iWretched cur heaves a sigh of content the sulkiest cat then begins to purr."

encd and think thov. too. art? going! yielded.

to die. Shall you be frightened, 1 wonder?" "No. I believe not." she answered as she took possession of her violets and stroked the saffron cat." But 1 am glad no one has died hoiv." 1 ".It. is for a young, beautiful lady." I he sa'.d. "She was at the Kurhaus I two years ago. 1 liked her. So I am faking extra pains. She did not 1 care for the flowers to be wired. So

I I am trying mv best without wire, sf But it is difficult." 3 She left him to his work and went away thinking. All the time she had mow been at Petershof had not sufficed to make her indiflerent to the

Isain 'ss of her surroundings. In vain Ithe Disagreeable Man's preachings, jin v.un her own reasonings with hei* P6elf. here who suffered. jp These people -fond faded, and

laep!"" they to her? Whv should the faintest shadow Isteal across her soul on account of r.them?

There wa no reason. And still $fehe felt for them all. she who in the, id davs would have thought it1 rasta of time to spare a moment's reflection on anything so unitnporint as the sufferings of an individual human being.

And the bridge between her rmer and her present self was her wn illness. iWhat dull-minded sheep we must

I ba, how lacking in the ve ry elects of imagination, since we are able to learn by pjrso nal exrience of grief and uffering, ttiething about the suffer ing and of others!

Bernardine took her hand, and the two women hurried away in silence.

CHAPTER XVI.

WHEN THE SOUL KNOWS ITS OWN

REMORSE.

Bernardine had seen Mr. Reffoid the previous day. She had sat by his side and held his hand. He had smiled at her many times, but he only spokejonce. "Little Brick," he whispered—for his voice had become nothing but a whisper—"I remember all you told me. God bless you. But what a long time it does take to die."

But that was yesterday. The lane had come to an ending at last, and Mr. Reffoid lay dead.

They bore him to the little mortuary chapel. And Bernardine stayed with Mrs. Reffoid, who seemed afraid to be alone. She clung to Bernardine's hand. "No, no." she said excitedly, "you must not go! I can't bear to be alone you must stajr with me."

She expressed no sorrow, no regret. She did not even speak his name. She just sat nursing her beautiful face.

Once or twice Bernardine tried to slip away. The waiting about was a strain on her, and she felt that she was doing no good.

But each time Mrs. Reffoid looked up and prevented her. "No. no," she said, "I can't bear myself without you. I must have you near me. Why should you leave me?"

So Bernardine lingered. She tried to read a book which lay on the table. She counted the lines and dots on the wall paper. She thought about the dead man and about the living woman. She had pitied him but when she looked at the stricken face of his wife. Bernardine's whole heart rose up in pity for her. Remorse «-'ould come, although it might not remain long. The soul would see itself face to face for one brief moment and then forget its own likeness.

But for the moment—what a weight of suffeiung, what a whole century of agony!

Bernardine grew very tender for Mrs. Reffoid she bent over the sofa and fondled the beautiful face. "Mrs. Reffoid she whispered.

That wasr s* she said but it was enough. Mrs. Reffcld burst into an agony of "Oh, ss Holme,' she sobbed, "and I not even kind to him! And now it is too late. How can I ever bear myself?"

And then it was that the soul knew its own remorse.

CHAPTER XVII.

A RETURN TO OLD PASTURES.

She had left him alone and neglected for whole hours when he was alive. And now when he was dead, and it probably mattered little to him where he was laid, it was some time before she could make up her mind to leave him in the lonely little Petershof cemetery. "It will be so dreary for him there," she said to the Doctor. "Not so dreary as you made it for him here," thought the Doctor.

But he did not say that, he just urged her quietly to have her husband buried in Petershof and she

I So they laid him to rest in the dreary cemetery. Bernardine went to the funeral, much against the Disagreeable Man's wish. "You are looking like a ghost yourself, he said to her. "Come out with me into the country instead."

But she shook her head. "Another day," she said. "And Mrs. Reffoid wants me. I can't leave her alone for she is so misera ble.

The Disagreeable Man shrugged his shoulders and went off by himself.

Mrs. Reffoid clung very much to Bernardine those last days before she left Petershof. She had decided to go to Wiesbaden, where she had relations, and she invited Bernardine to go with her it was more than

passed away, who' that, she almost begged her. Ber-

nardine refused "I have be-jn from England nearly five, months," she said, "and my money is coming to an end. 1 must go back and work." "Then come awav with me as my companion,1' Mrs. Reffoid suggested. "And I will pay you a handsome salary."

Bernardine could not be persuaded. "No," she said, "I could not earn money that way it would not fuit me. And, besides, you would not care to be a long time with me you would soon tire of me. You think you would like to have me with you now. But I know how it would be you would be sorry and so should I. So let us part as we arc now, you going your, way and I going mine. We live in different worlds,

48* how t»he dogs must wonder, Mrs. Reffoid it would be as sense­

less for me to venture into yours as for you to come into mine. Do you think I am unkind?'"

So they parted. Mrs. Reffoid had spoken no word of affection to Bernardine, but at the station, as she bent down to kiss her, she whispered: "1 know you will not think too hardly of me." Still, will you promise me? And if you are ever in trouble, and I can help you, will you write to me?"

And Bernardine pi'omised. When she got back to her room she found a small packet on her table. If contained Mr. Reffold's watch chain. She had so often seen him playing with it. There was a little piece of paper enclosed with it. and Mr. Reffoid had written on it two months ago: "Give my watch chain to Little Brick, if she will sacrifice a little of her pride and accept the gift. Bernardino unfastened her watch from the black hair chord and attached it instead to Mr. Reffold's massive gold chain.

As she sat there fiddling with it the idea seized her that she w?ould be all the better for a day's outing. At first she thought she would go alone, and then she decided to ask Robert Allitsen. She learned from Marie that he was in the dark room and she hastened down. She knocked several times before thsre was any answer. "I can't be disturbed just now," he said. "Who is it?" "I can't shout to you," she said.

The Disagreeable Man opened the door of the dark room. "My negatives will be spoiled," he said gruffly. Then seeing Bernardine standing there, he added: "Why, you look as though you wanted some brandy." "No." she said, smiling at his sudden change of manner. want fresh air, a sledge drive and a day's outing. Will you come?-"

He made no answer and retired once more into the dark room. Then he came out with his camera. "We will go to'that inn again," he said cheerilv. "I want to take the photographs to those peasants."

In half an hour's time the}' were on their way. It was the same drive as before, and since then Bernardine had seen more of the country and was more accustomed to the wondei*ful white scenery but still the "white presences" awed her, and still the deep silence held her. If was the same scene, and yet not the same, either, for the season was

now

far advanced and the melting of the snows had begun. In the far distance the whiteness seemed as before. but on the slopes near at hand the green was beginning to assert itself and some of the great trees had cast off their heavy burdens and appeared more gloom}' in their freedom than in the days of their snow bondage. The roads were no longer quite so even as before the sledge glided along when it could and bumped along when it must. Still, there was sufficient snow to make the drive possible and even pleasant.

The two companions were quiet. Once only the Disagreeable Man made a remark, and then he said: "I am afraid my negatives will be spoilt." "You said that before," Bernardine remarked. "Well, I say it again." he answered in his grim way.

Then came along pause. "The best part of the winter is over," he said. "We may have some more snow, but it is more probable that we shall not. It is not en joyable here during the melting time.'' "Well, in anv case, I should not be here much longer," she said, "and for a simple reason, too. I have nearly come to

T.he

end of my money.

I shall have to go back and set to work again. I should not have been able to give myself this chance, but that my uncle spared me some of this money, to which I added my savings." "Are you badly off?" the Disagreeable Man asked rather timidly. "I have very few wants," she answered brightly. "And wealth is only a relative word, after all.'' "It is a pity that you should go back to work so soon." he said half to himself. "You are only just better and it is easy to lose what one has gained." I "Oh, I am not likely to lose." she answered, "but I shall be careful this time. I shall do a little teaching, and perhaps a little writing: not much—you need not be vexed. I shall not try to pick up the other threads yet. I shall not be political, nor educatioual, nor anything else great." "If you cali politics or education great," he said. "And heaven defend me from political or highly educated women!" "You say that because you know nothing about them," she answered sharply. "Thank you." he replied. "I have met them quite often enough." "That was probably some time ago," she said rather heartlessly. "If you have lived here so long, how can you judge of the changes which go on in the world outside Petershof?" "If 1 have lived here so long," he repeated, in the bitterness of his heart.

Bernardine did not notice she was on a subject which always excited her. "I don't know so much about the political women." she said, "but I do know about the higher education people. The writers who rail against the women of this date are really describing the women of ten years ago. Why, the Girton girl of ten years ago seems a different creation from the Girton girl of today. Yet the latter has been the steady outgrowth of the former."

"And the difference between them?" asked the Disagreeable Man. "The Girton girl of ten years ago," said Bernardine, "was a sombre, spectacled person, carelessly and dowdily dressed, who gave herself up to wisdom and despised all who did not know the Agamemnon bv heart. She was probably not lovable but she deserves to be honored and thankfully remembered. She fought for woman's right to be well educated, and I cannot bear to hear her slighted. The fresh-hearted young girl who nowadays plays a good game of lawn tennis, and takes a high place in the Classical or Mathematical Tripos, and is book learned, without being bookish, and—" "What other virtues arc left, I wonder?" he interrupted. "And who does not scorn to take a pride in her looks because she happens to take a pride in her books," continued Bernardine, looking at the Disagreeable Man, and not seeming to see him "she is what she is by reason of that grave and loveless woman who wou the battle for her."

Here she paused. "But how ridiculous for me to talk to you in this way!" she said. "It1 is not likely that you would be interested in the widening out of woman's lives." "And pray why not?" he asked. "Have I been on the shelf too long?" "I think you would not have been interested even if you had never been on the shelf," she said frankly. "You are not the type of man to be generous to woman." (TO BE CONTINUED.)

A LOS I PEOPLE.

The dio ol1 a Lost Race Discovered on Coast of Brittany.

A lady whose home is in the south of France writes of a visit she made recently to an island on the coast of Brittany. Those of you who have read the story of King Arthur and his knights will rememb er that they started out over the sea in pursuit of the dragon

In this—the Morbihan sea—is a little island which can be reached from the mainland only when the water is smooth. The sole inhabitant is a Breton shepherd, who lives in a little hut and spends his time in caring for his sheep. The party landed and were met by the kindfaced i.ld man, who led them over the grassy slope where his flock was feeding, and showed them the way around a hill, on the east side of which they found the entrance to a tunnel.

This extended some distance, and its floor, .sides and roof were made of immense flat pieces of stone, covered with hierogtyphs and figures, "looking somewhat like wreaths and again like coiled serpents." At the end of this tunnel was a hall, also floored, roofed and walled with the same curious stones, and in the center was an altar and a stone upon which, it is thought, that human sacrifices have been offered.

The strangest part of all is that no stones or rocks like those used in this tunnel can be found on» the island, and at no place nearer than 100 miles inland. Who brought them? How did they come? There is no record left—at least none has been found, to tell who these people were, or anything about them.

They must have lived many centuries ago. but have vanished entire ly,yet their work is as perfect apparently as when first built.

It is thought that they may have been Druids, who came here when they left Great Britain others again think that they were worshippers of the serpent god call Hoa. But it is conjecture. All we know is that the stones are here, strangely carved, skillfully put together, but of their builders there is no trace.

The Husband's Stratagem. Novoc Vremyn. An inhabitant of Voro, in Finland, named Sellquist, who for a long time past has been living on bad terms with his wife, had lately a narrow escape from being poisoned by her. She calied at a chemist's and asked for some rat poison. As these creatures are very rarely seen in that neighborhood, the chemist had his suspicions aroused and gave the woman a perfectly harmless drug. On second thoughts he decided to mention the matter to the husband, and requested him to say nothing about it to his wife. In the evening, as she was preparing the porridge, the man kept a watchful eye on her movements.and noticed that she scattered something out of a paper into that saucepan. When the porridge wasjready he sat down to the 1 able and began to eat. After awhile he got, up in great excitement, paced up and down the room, and at last fell fainting on the floor. Th:s was what the woman expected. Sne now pulled down a rope through a hole in the ceiling with a noose, which she placed round her husband's neck, where upon she ran upstairs into the garret in order to pull up the rope and hang her husband in that fashion. Meantime the husband got up and tied a few chairs to the rope. The wife did not return to the room, as she dreaded the sight, but went out in the village to raise an alarm, saying that her husband had hanged himself in her absence. When she came back with a host of neighbors, and crocodile tears in her eyes,there was her husband sitting at the table, laughing till his sides ached. The chairs were still dangling on the rope.

CAMPAIGN ON FACTS

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Republican Conference Discusses the Situation.

Gen. Harrison to Open the Campaign at Indianapolis in September.

A conference of Republican District Chairmen, the advisory committee. and the candidates for Congress and State offices, with a few other Republicans. was held at Indianapolis. July 31st. Chairman Gowdv acted as chairman, and Secretary Seeds was present. Of the State Committee the following were present: T. J. Brooks, ot Bedford E. H. Tripp, of Mount Vernou: A. A. Newlin, of Lawrenceburg W. W. Lambert, of Columbus: George W. Cromer, of Muncic J. W. Fesler. of Indianapolis N. Fiibeck. of Terrc Haute: S. A. Ward, of Angola G. A. Osborn. of Marion: R. 13. Oglesbee. of Plymouth. The following members of the advisory committee were present: M. G. McLain, of Indianapolis Robert Mitchell, of Princeton Geo. W. Self, of Corvdon: A. C. Liudemuth, of Richmond W. I. Overstreet, of Terrc Haute: Clovd Lougherv. of Monticello. and G. Z. Hubbell." of Elkhart, L. P. Newbv, of Knightstown. and A. W. Wishard, of the executive committee, were also in attendance. The following Congressional candidates were present: J. A. Hemenwav. of the First: A. M. Hardy, of the Second Jesse Overstreet, of the Fifth, and Major Steele, of the E'evcuth. All of the State candidates were present except the two candidates for the Supreme Court. .Among the others who were on hand by invitation were Hon. C. W. Fairbanks. Hon. S N. Chambers and Hon. Jefferson Claypool. Every section of the Sla'e was represented by men who are

thorou:hl\r

familiar with the

situation. Each representative spoke of his own locality and the nature of the work which should be done to secure the best results. The reports were of the most encouraging character. Excellent feeling is general, and in certain localities the Republican voters ha\e not waited for the party committees, but have gone ahead and held meetings. From no section were the reports more encouraging than from the Democratic, strongholds, where bad county management will be as potent an ally lor the Republicans as the National issues. The reports regardingthe Populist movement were all to the effect that nine-tenths of the additions this year would come from the Democrats. In the southern part of the State this statement was based upon the membership of several clubs. In one of these clubs of forty-three members all but two had been Democrats. In a larger organization in one city in the First district more than four-fifths were Democrats iu 1802. The coal miners in two counties in which inquiries were made indicated that nearly two thousand who had voted for Clove-. land would vote the Populist ticket,

In Vigo county most of the railroad men in sympathy with Debs voted as did Debs in 1892—the Democratic ticket- but now it has been ascertained that they will vote with the Populists. In the manufacturing towns in the northern part of the State the gains for the Republicans will be large. The canvass shows in some localities that the changes are larger than the Republican organizers can expect to realize. Hon. W. D. Owen, in private conversation, spoke enthusiastically for a cautious man of the present prospects in the Tenth district. "The late contestants are falling into each other's arms to secure harmony." he said, "and whoever is nominated for Congress will have a good majority."

The policy to be pursued in the campaign was discussed at length, and there was a striking unanimity of sentiment, which was stated by one speaker as follows: "Let us go to the people with the Republican cause, preseut the Republican side clearly and candidly, show what Republican ascendancy did for the Nation in a quarter of a century, and that Democratic failure has involved the country in disaster. Give iaets and arguments: avoid abuse and detraction. Let us go to the people in the sehoolhsuses with plain talks, and not with oratory.'' One candidate for Congress in the southern part of the State said that the only I way to get to the people was in the township meeting, and that he pro- I posed to speak in every township in his district. Another, who had been a good soldier, said that it was no longer good sense or good politics to go back to the war except to demand decent treatment for the brokendown veterans.

It was the general opinion that the campaign should be opened by speaking between the first and middle of September, and the opinion was quite unanimous and emphatic that Gen. Harrison should be urged by the State committee to give the keynote of the campaign in Indiana.

There was no wild boasting, no wildfire enthusiasm, but a confidence that under the existing conditions, the general harmony and earnestuess, the indications of the spring elections and the action of the Democi'atic regime, the Republicans, by earnest work, can carry Indiana by a good majority and lay a foundation which will make it as surely Republican as Ohio.

The conference was followed by a meeting of the State central committee. Acting upon the suggestion oi ,thc conference, the committee voted to open the campaign with a meeting in Indianapolis Sept. 5,

and that Gen. Harrison be invited to make the opening speech, which should be regarded in the nature of a keynote. The meeting will be followed by other meetings in the larger places, to be addressed by exSpeaker Reed, Gov. McKinley and such other speakers of national rep utation as can be ob:ained. The district and county committees will make arrangements to have home speakers to address meetings in almost every schoolhouse in the State

The Republican Revival.

Indianapolis Journal.

There are indications that the Re-' publican party is about to experience a great revival and enter on a new era of political prosperity. In a republican government it is inevitable that political parties should have their ups and downs. The people, though level-headed in the main, are whimsical, and they sometimes follow after strange gods for a while just for the sake of finding their way back. They never get very far from the right path. During the last decade they have been experimenting with the Democratic party. .• apparently with a view of seeing if it was possible to get an good out of it. The party begged so hard to' be given a trial and made such unlimited promises of good behavior that the people, "for a change," concluded to try it. The result has been so dismally disastrous that they are now tumbling over each other to get back into the right path. ..

There has never'been a time in the history of the country when the indications were so clear in the second year of an administration of the complete dissolution of the party in power as the present. It is not merely the ordinary apathy of an off year or the transient disaffection that always follows a new deal in the offices. These are expected and discounted. The present condition is very different. Instead of a mild apathy and partial disaffection there are deep disgust and complete, denioralization. The Democratic party is not threatened with disruption it. is already disrupted. It is not in danger of being stampeded it is already panic-stricken. It is not drifting on the rocks it is already wrecked. It will be a miracle if itpulls itself together sufficiently to stand up in the next election and be. knocked down.

The measure of the popular disgust with the Democratic party is a fairly approximate measurement of the extent of the Republican revival. An unbroken record of Republican victories in all the elections of the last year. State, district and municipal, shows how irresistibly |#pu-. lar sentiment is running the Repub-* lican way. Progressives and con-, servatists, professional men and business men, capitalist* and workingmen, old voters and young ones all seem to have reached the common conclusion that the only hope of good government lies in the Repub* lican part}'. Especially are the y.hing men rallying under the Republican standard- The iui-Ameri-can and unpatriotic policy of the Democratic party, its hostility toAmerican interests at home and abroad, seems to have made a deep impression on the minds of the young men of the country. Work-, ingmen who have been voting thf Democratic ticket are coming into the Republican party by thousands. The contrast between the prosperity enjoyed before the Democratic party came into power and the terrible depression and uncertainty that now prevail has been a powerful object lesson to all who depend upon their dailv labor for their daily bread. S't has the contrast between the promises and the performances of the De* mocracy. As a consequence thy work ingmen are leaving the Democratic r.artv in droves, and a largn majority of them are joining the Republican ranks. The net result ol these various influences is an un* rnistakablc Republican revival which promises to give the part-va not-bet .-., ,-, long lease of power.

Kipling Talks.

New York Tribune.

In his pleasant little speech at thebanquet lately given, partly iu his honor, bv the'Authors'Club in Lon» don, Mr. Rudyard Kippling told hi* hosts that they had done him a very great honor indeed, and he did not know in what words he could thank them, for they were all men of hi." own business and trade, and they knew how very much a man valued the opinion of his fellow profession als. But they also knew that iu those things that brought a man luck, the little things that carried his work forward, came from the outside. Man could', take no credit for his

best-

work, it came

from without, and hv could not say.,,, how he did it. ss' At the same dinner Mr. H. 11. Johnston, the African- explorer, invoked a Kipling for Africa, on the ground that she presented such^ unique opportunities for a. writei. with her high contrasts between utter savagery and civilization. "You sometimes found.' he said, "a stockade decorated with newly stuck uj: human heads not half a mile, from a mission station, with crochet, antimacassars."

How He Knew.

The Major-- So- the Gubbington girls are back again. The Captain—Oh and you have seen them?

The Major—No -not as yet. The Captaiu—1Then how do- you know?

The Major (crimsoning)—Well 1 noticed the clothesline the othct