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VEWDETTA, Or, Tiic Story of One Forsaken! [continued.] ful to me, still, I woulu do much to please you. and enable you to leave Naples with an easy mind. I promise you” —hero I took his liand and shook It warmly- ‘•that I will be worthy of your trust and t:ue to it, with loyalty and fidelity yon your If so nobly showed to your dead friend radio! History ennr.ot furnish mo with a better exam pie!” He started as if he had been stung, and every drop of blood reeeded from Ids face, leaving i: almost livid, lie turned his eyes in a kin.I of wondering doubt upon me, but 1 couutcrfpiied an air of such good faith and frankness, that ho cheeked some hasty utti ranee that rose to his lips, and mastering himself by a strong olein said brielly. “I thank you! 1 know I can rely upon your honour.” ‘•You "an!” I answered decisively— ‘‘:.s positively as you rely upon your own!” Again ho winced, as though whipped smartly by an Invisible lash. Releasing his hand I asked in a tone of affected regret, "And when must you leave us, carl no?" "Most unhappily, at onee,” ho answered. "I start by the early train tomorrow morning. ” “Well, I am glad I knew of this in time,” 1 said, glancing at my writingtable, which was strewn with unsent invitation cards and estimates for decorators and ball furnishers. "I shall not think of starting any more gaieties till vuur return.” He looked gratefully at mo. "Really? It is very kind of you, but I should be sorry to interfere with any of your plans. . . .” "Say no more about It, amleo.” I interruptod him lightly. “Kvorything can wait till von eome back. Resides, I am sure you will prefer to think of Madama as living in some sort of seclusion during your enforced absence. . . .” “I should not like her to be dull!” he eagerly exclaimed. *"<>h, no!” I said, with a slight smile at Ids folly, as if she—Nina!—would permit herself to be dull! “I will take care of that, [.title distractions, sutdi as a drive now and then—or a very quiet select musical evening. I understand— leave it all to me! Rut the dances, dinners and other diversions shall wait till your return.” A iloligiilei! look flashed Into Ids eyes, lie was greatly flattered and pleased. "You are uncommonly good tome, Conte!” he said earnestly. “1 can never j thank you sutiieiently.” "I shall demand a proof of your gratitude some dn>»” I answered. "And now, had you not better be packing your portmanteau? Tomorrow will soon be hero. 1 will come and see you oil in the morn-

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Receiving this assurance ns another testimony of my friendship, lie left mo. I saw him no more that day; It was easy j to guess where ho was! With my wife, uf course!—no doubt binding her, by all tlie most sacred vows ho could think of or invent, to be true to him,—as true as she had been false to mo. In fancy I could see him clasping her in Ids arms, and kissing tier many times in his passionate fervour, imploring her to think of him faithfully, night and day, till lie should again return to tho Joy of her caresses! 1 smiled coldly as this glowing picture came before my Imagination. Ay, Guido! kiss her and fondle her now to nr heart's content it is for the last

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* r/ E X T morning I kept my appointment and mot Ferrari at tho railway station. Ho looked pale and haggard, though ho brightened a little on seeing me. He was curiously irritable and fussy with the porters concerning ids luggage, and argued with them about some petty trifles as obstinately and pertinaciously as a deaf old woman. Mis nerves were evidently jarred ami unstrung, and it was a relief whoa lie at last, got into his coupe, lie carried a yellow paper-covered volume in ids hand. I askod him if it contained any amusing 1 reading. 1 "I really do not know,” lie answered

■ indifferently, "I have only just bought It. It is by Victor Hugo.” And ho held up tho title-page for mo to see. “Lo Dernier Jour d’un Condamne,” j read aloud with careful slowness. “Ah, Indeed! You do well to read that. It is a very fine study!” Tho train was on tho point of starting, when lie leaned out of tho carriage window and beckoned mo to approach more closely. “Rememberl” lie whispered, “I trust you to lake care of her!” "Never fear!" 1 answered, “I will do my best to replace you!” He smiled a pale uneasy smile, and pressed my hand. These were our last words, fur with a warning shriek the train moved off, and in another minute had rushed out of sight. I was alone— alone with perfect freedom and action— I could do as I pleased with my wife now. 1 could even kill her if I chose,— no one would interfere. I could visit her that evening and declare myself to her,—could accuse her of her infidelity and stab her to the heart! Any Italian Jury would find "extenuating circumstances” for me. Rut why? Why should I lay myself upon to a charge of murder, even for a just cause? No! my original design was perfect, and 1 must keep to it and work it out with patience, though patience was difficult. While I thus meditated, walking from the station homewards, 1 was startled by the unexpected appearance of my valet, who came upon me quite suddenly. He was out of breath with running, and he carried a note for me marked “Immediate.” It was from my wife, and rau briefly thus— “FIease come at once. Stella is very ill and asks for you," “Who brought this?” I demanded, quickening my pace, and signing to Vincenzo to keep beside me. “Tho old man, Excollenza—Giacomo. He was weeping and in great trouble— he said the little donzella had tlie fever in her throat—It is the diphtheria he means, 1 think. She was taken ill in the miikilo of the night, but the nurse thought it was nothing serious. This morning she had been getting worse, and is in danger.” “A doctor has boon sent for, of course?” “Yes, Eceollenza. So Giacomo said. But—” “But what?” I asked eagerly. “Nothing, Eecelleuza. Only tho old man said the doctor had come too late.” .My heart sank heavily, and a sob rose in my throat. I stopped in my rapid walk and bade Vincenzo call a carriage, one of the ordinary vehicles that are everywhere standing about for hire in tho principal thoroughfares of Naples. I sprang into this and told the driver to take mo as quickly as

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possible to the Villa Romani, and adding to Vincenzo that I should not return to tho hotel all day, I was soon rattling along the up-hill road. On my arrival at tlie Villa I found the gates open, as though in expectation of my visit, and as I approached tlie entrance door of the house, Giacomo himself mot me. “How is the child?” I asked him eagerly. He made no reply, but shook his h"ad gravely, and pointed to a kindly-looking man who was at that moment descending the stairs—a man whom I instantly recognized as a celebrated English doctor resident In tho neighbourhood. To him I repeated my inquiry,—he beckoned me into aside room and closed tho door. "Tho fact is,” ho said simply, "that is a case of gross neglect, Tlie child lias evidently been in a weakly condition for somo time past, and therefore is an easy prey to any disease that may bo lurking about. She was naturally strong—I can see that,—ami had I been called in when the symptoms (irst developed themselves, 1 could have cured her. The nurse tells me she dared not enter the mother's room to disturb her after midnight, otherwise she would have called her to seo tho child—it is unfortunate, for now 1 can do nothing.” I listened like one in a dream. Not even old Assuuia dared enter her mistress’s room after midnight,—no! got though the child might be seriously ill and suffering. I know the reason well, —too well! And so while Ferrari had taken his lill of rapturous embraces and lingering farewells, my little one had been allowed to struggle in pain and fever without her mother's care or comfort. Not|that such consolation would liavo been much at its best, but I was fool enough to wisli there had been this one faint spark of womanhood left in her upon whom I hair wasted all the first and only love of my life. Tho doctor watched mo as I remained silent, and after a pause he spoke again. "The child lias earnestly asked to see you,” lie >aid, "and I persuaded tho Countess to send for you, (hough she was very reluctant lo do so, as she said you might catch the disease. Of course there is always a risk. . . .” "1 am no coward. Monsieur,” I interrupted him, "though many of us Italians prove but miserable, panic-stricken wretches in timo of plague—the more especially when compaacd with the intrepidity and pluck of Englishmen. Still there are exceptions. . • .” Tho doctor smiled courteously and bowed. “Then I have no more to say, except that it would be well for you ro see my little patient at once. I am compelled to be absent for half an hour, but at tlie expiration of that time I will return.” “S*ay!” 1 said, laying a detaining hand on his arm. “is there any hope?” Ho eyed me gravely. “1 fear uok” “Gun nothing hu done?”

“Nothing, except to keep her as q.i'et and warm as possible. 1 have left some medicine witli tho nurse which will help to alleviate the pain. 1 shall be able to judge of her better when 1 return; the Illness will have then reached its crisis.” In a couple of minutes more he had left the house, and a young maidservant showed me to tlie nursery. “Where is the Contessa?” I asked in a whisper, as I trod softly up th" -lairs. “Tho Contessa?” said tlie girl, opening her eyes in astonishment. “In her own bedroom, Eceellenza—Madama would not think of leaving it; because of the danger of infection.” I smothered a rongh oatli that rose involuntarily to my lips. Another proof of tlie woman's utter hcartlessness, 1 thought “lias she not seen her child?” ‘‘Since tho illness? Oh no, Eccollenza!” Very gently, and on tip-ton, I entered tlie nursery. The blinds were partially drawn as tlie strong light worried tho child, and by the little white lied sat Assunta, her brown face pale and almost rigid witli anxiety. At my approach she raised her eyes to mine, muttering softlv: “It is always so. Our lady will have tlie best of all, first tlie father, then the child, it is right and just -only tlie bad are left.” "I’apai” moaned a little voice feebly, and Stella sat up among her tumbled pillows, with wide opened wild eyes, feverish cheeks and parted lips, through which tlie breath come in quick uneasy gasps. Shocked at the marks of intense suffering in her face, I put my arms tenderly round her, she smiled faintly and tried lo kiss mo. I pressed the poor parched little mouth and murmured soothingly. ‘‘Stella must bo patient and quiet— Stella must iie down, tho pain will be easier so; there! that is right,” as the child sank back on her bed obediently, still keeping her gaze li ed upon me. I knelt at tlie bedside, and watched tier yearningly, while Assunta moistened her lips, and did all she could to alleviate the pain endured so meekly by the poor littlo tiling whose breathing grew quicker and fainter with every tick of the clock. “You are my I’apa, are you not?” she asked, a deep llu-di crossing her forehead and cheeks. I made no answer, I only kissed tlie small hot hand 1 held. Assunta shook her head. “Ah poveriuella! The time is near, she sees her father. And why not? Ho loved her well, hu would come to fetch her for certain if tlie saints would let him.” And she fell on tier knees and begun to tell over her rosary witli great devotion. Meanwhile Ntella threw one little arm around my neck.—her eyes were half shut,—she spoke and breathed witli increasing difficulty. “My throat aches so. Papa!" she said pitifully. “Can you make it better?” “I wisli I could, my darling!” 1 murmured. “I would bear all tlie naiu for you if it were possiblel” Site was silent a minute. Then she said — “What a long time you have been away! And now I am too ill to play with you!” Then a faint smile crossed her features. “See poor To-to!' Jslie exclaimed feebly, as her eyes fell on a battered old doll in tho spangled dress of a Carnival clown, that lay at the loot of her bed. “Poor dear old To-to! lie will think 1 do not love him any more, because mv throat hurts me. Give him to me, Pupa.” And as I obeyed her request she onencircled the doll witli one arm, while site still clung to me witli the other, ami added— “To-to remombors you. Papa; you know you brought him from Rome, and he is fond of you. too—but not as fond as lam!" And her dark eves glittered feverishly. Suddenly her glance foil on Assunta, whose grey head was buried in her hands as she knelt. ‘.Assunta!” Tho old woman looked up. “Banibinctta!” she answered and her aged voice trembled. “Why are you crying?” inquired Stella with an air of plaintive surprise. “Are you not glad to see Papa?” Her words were interrupted by a sharp spasm of pain, which convulsed her whole body—she gasped for breath— she was nearly suffocated. Assunta and 1 raised iter up gently and supported her against l^r pillows; the agony passed slowly, but left her little face white and rigid, while large drops of sweat gathered on her brow. I endeavored to soothe her. “Darling, you must not talk,” I whispered imploringly; “try to ho very still —then the poor threat will not iielie so much.” .she looked at me wistfully. After a minute or two she said gently: “Iviss 1110, then, and I will be quite good.” I kissed her fondly, and she closed her eyes. Ton, twenty, thirty minutes passed and she did pot stir. At tlie end of that time the doctor entered. He glanced at her—gave me a warning look, and remained standing quietly at the fool of the bed. Suddenly ihc child , woke, and smiled divinely on all three of us. “Arc you In pain, my dear?" I softly asked. “No!” she answered in a tiny voice, so faint and far away that we hold our breath to listen t.i it; "i am qnlie well now. Assuuia mu t oao-m me in my white frock again now Papa Is hero. 1 knew ho would come hack!” And she turned her eyes upon me with a look of bright intelligence “Her brain wanders,” said the doctor in a low pitying voice; “ it will soon lie over.” Stella did not hear him: -lie turm d and nestled 111 my arms, asking in a sort of babbling whisper— “You did nut go away because I wr.naughty, did you, Papa?” "No, darling!” 1 answered, hiding my face lu her curls. "Why do you have those ugly black things on?” she asked in tlie feeblest and must plaintive tone imaginable, so weak that 1 myself could scarcely hear it; “lias somebody hurt your eyes? Let me seo your eyes!” I hesitated. Dare 1 humour her In her fancy? I glanced up. The doctor’s head again was turned away, Assunta was on her knees, her face buried in tlie bedclothes, praying to I her saints; quick as a thought 1 slipped my spectacles slightly down, and louke-.t over them full at my llttleono. Sh> uttered a soft cry of delight—“Papa! Papa!”—and stretched out her arms, then a strong and terrible .shudder I shook her little frame. The doctor came closer,—I replaced my glasses without my action being noticed, and wo both bent anxiously over tlie suffering child. Her face paled and grew livid—she made another effort to speak —her beautiful eves rolled upwards and

became fixed—sue sighed—and sank back on my shoulder . . . dying . . . dead! My poor littls one! A hard sob stifled itself in my throat—I clasped tho small lifeless body close in my embrace, and my tears fell hot and fast. There was along silence in the room—a deep, an awestruck, reverent silence, w hile the Angel of Death, nid-ele-slv entering and departing, millicrrd my little white rose lui ids Immortal Garden id' flowers.

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to come away. Poor little childf she Is free from pain now. Her fancy that you were her father was a fortunate delusion for tier. It made her Inst moments happy. Pray eome with me—I can see tills has been a shock to your feelings.” Reverently I laid tho fragile corpse back on tho yet warm pillows. Witli a fond touch 1 stroked the flaxen head; I closed tho dark, upturned and glazing eyes—I kissed the waxen cheeks and lips, and folded the tiny hands in an altitude of pnr-er. There was a grave smile on tlie y> ng dead face—a smile of superior wise.mi and sweetness, majestic in its simplicity. Assunta rose from her knees and laid her crucifix on the littlo breast—tho tears were runningdown her worn and wiilicrcd countenance. As she strove to wipe them a vay with her apron, site said tremblingly: “It must lie told to Madama.” A frown came on the doctor's face. Ho was evidently a true Britisher, decisive in Ids opinions, and frank enough to declare thorn openly. "Yes." ho said curtly, “Madama, as you call tier, should have been here.” “Tho little angel did not once ask for her,’* murmured Assunta. "True,” lie answered. And again there was silence. We stood round tho small bed, looking at tlie empty casket that had held the lost jewel—the (lawless pearl of innocent childhood that had gone, according to a graceful superstition, to ornament the festal robes of tho Madonna as she walked in all tier majesty through heaven. A profound grief was at my heart—mingled with a sense of mysterious and awful satisfaction. I felt, not as though 1 had lost my child, but had rather gained her to bo more entirely mine than over. (She seemed nearer to mo, dead, than she had been when living. Who could say what her future might have been? She would have grown to womanhood—what then? What is the usual fate that falls to even tho best women? Sorrow, pain and petty worry, unsatisfied longings, incompieted aims, tlie disappointment of an imperfect and fettered life—for say what you will to tho coutrarv,-woman’s inferiority toman, her physical weakness, her inability to accomplish any great tiling for the welfare of the world in which she lives, will always make tier more or less an object of pity. If good, she needs all the tenderness, support and chivalrous guidance of her master, man; if bad, she merits what she receives, his pitiless disdain and measureless contempt. From all dangers and griefs of tlie kind my Stella hud escaped—for »er, sorrow no longer existed. I was glad of it, I thought, as I watched Assunta shutting tlie blinds close, as a signal to outsiders that death was in tlie house. At a sign from Hie doctor 1 followed him out of tlie room. On tho stairs he turned round abruptly and asked: “Will you tell the Countess?” "I would ratiier be excused,” I replied, decisively. “1 am not at all in the humor for a scene.” “You think she will make a scene?” lie said with an astonished uplifting of Ids eyebrows. “1 dare say you are right enough! She is an excellent actress.” Ry this time we liud reached tlie foot of the stairs. “She is very beautiful,” I answered evasively, ‘•Oh, very! No doubt of that'.’’ And hero a strange frown contracted the doctor's brow. “For my own taste, I prefer an ugly woman to such beauty.” And with those words lie left me. disappearing down the passage which led to "Mudama’s” boudoir. Left alune, 1 paced up and down the drawing-room, gazing abstractedly on its costly fittings, its many luxurious nickuacks and elegancies—most of which 1 had gi 1 en to my wife during the first fow months of our marriage. Ry and by 1 hoard the sound of violent hysterical sobbing accompanied by the noise of hurrying footsteps [CONTINUED NEXT WEEK.) / HOOT AND BRANCH, f the poison in your blood, however it I .nay have come or whatever shape it may be taking, is cleared away by Dr. Pierce's Golden Medical Discovery. It’s a remedy that rouses every organ into healthful action, purifies and enriches the blood, and through it cleanses and invigorates the whole system. Salt-rheum, Tet(yi'V ter, Eczema, Erysipelas, Boils, Car bundoE, Enlarged Glands, and the worst Scrofulous Sores and Swellings, are perfectly and {xirmunently cured by it. Unlike the ordinary Spring medicines or sarsaparillas, the “ Discovery” works equally well at all seasons. All tho year round and in all cases, it is guaranteed, ns no other blood medicine is. If it ever fails to benefit or cure, you have your money back. You pay only for the good you get. Isn’t it safe to say that no other uyv blood - purifier can bo “just us «m> go-1!” If it wore, wouldn’t it be sold so 1

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Dr. LYMAN P. WALTER Again visits our cit)', making A years’ visits, and will continue making monthly visits during the year 1893. Splendid Chance for the Sick and Ailing. A noted Specialist with experience in Hospitals of England, Scotland, Germany, France, Hwilzorland and Italy, as well as American Hospitals.—Some facts about one of the most successful physicians in America.—His portrait and his work.—Will visit Oreencastle on Saturday, Feb'y 11,

At Cotnwcrcifil Hotel.

I)It. WALTER has spent many months visiting the laboratories of the great European scientists. He will visit Greencastle to greet the patients who will call upon him. Dr. Walter is well known in this State and section, as he h % great many <>f our people during his visits in this vicinity. He is a specialist in Xotit, Throat, Limy and Stomach Troubles, Xerrotts Disease and Itlood and Shin Diseases. He is an excellent physician and has achieved wonderful success in the field of surgery. He treats successfully acute and chronic catarrh, chronic diarrhoea, painful or suppressed menstruation, imtlammatiou of the womb, inflammation of the bladder, diabetes, dyspepsia, constipation, kidney, urinary and bladder troubles, Uright’s disease. tape worm, crooked and enlarged joints, club foot, white swelling, nervousness and general debility, impotency, leucorrhea, pimples, blotches, cancer, dropsy, gravel, gleet, gonorrhoea, hydrocele, heart disease,hysteria, St. Vitus dance, paralysis, rheumatism, asthma, female weakness, etc. All surgical operations performed. Epilepsy or fits positively cured. Tiles cured without pain, knife or caustic. Blood and skin diseases cured by improved and never failing remedies. Eybb. Cro b eyes cuied in one minute, without pain. Weak, watery eyes, dropping lids, granulated lids, sore eyes of any form, wild hairs, cataract, false pupils, spots, scum, turning in and out of lids. Ear. Noises and deafness, ulceration, discharges, polypus, etc. Nosk. Nasal catarrh, polypus of the nose, plastio operations, etc. Dr. Walters can absolutely and permanently cure any case of catarrh that ever existed. He honestly believes he can show a greater record of cases of catarrh cured than all other physicians in the State. Small tumors, cancers, warts, moles, etc., removed without acids, knife, pain or scar. New method, Electrolysis. Ladies.- That “tired” feeling and all the female weaknesses are promptly cured. Bloating, headache, nervous prostration, general debility, sleeplessness, depression, indigestion, ovarian trouble, inflammation and ulceration, falling and displacements, snihal weakness, kidney complaints, and change of life. OROANAL WEAKNESS. Immediately cured and full vigor restored. This distressing affliction, which renders life a burden and marriage impossible, is tlu penalty paid by the victim tor improper indulgencc. The most chaste must acknowlege that the passions are the great magnet Bj which the whole world is attracted. Destroj them and what have we? Man is no longei interested in the opposite sex, the interheaugt of that blissf ul repose which now attracts anc. interests the whole world exists no longer man ceases to be what God made him; tlu world is no longer interesting to him, and remorse and disappointment are his constant companions. Consult Dr. Walter at once, and you will find the sympathy and relief that you positively reouire to be happy. Remember the (late, and come early, as lib rooms are always crowded wherever he goes. Dr. Walter will return every four week? during the year of 1893. Bring from two to four oz. of urine for chemical analysis. ADDRESS LYMAN P. WALTER, M. D., Lor. State amt Cloud Ct., Chicago,