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m YELLOW MASK / BY WILKIE COLLINS. Part Third, CHAPTER VI.— Continued. “That is your second reason, but I believe you have another yet. Tjie suddenness with' which you senr to me last night to appoint a meeting in this lonely place; the emphatic manner in which you requested —I may almost say ordered me to bring the wax mask here, suggest to my mind that something must have happened What is it? I am a woman and my curiosity must be satisfied. After the secrets you have trusted to me already you need not hesitate, I think, to trust me with one more.” “Perhaps not. The secret this time is, moreover, of no great importance. You know that the wax mask you wore at the ball was made in a plaster mold taken off the face of my brother’s statue?” “Yes, I know that.” “My brother has just returned to his studio; has found a morsel of the plaster I used sticking in the hair of the statue and has asked me, as the person left in charge of his work .rooms, for an explanation. Such an explanation as I could offer has not satisfied him and he talks of making further inquiries. Considering that it will be used no more, I think it safest to destroy the wax mask, and I asked you to bring it here that I might see it burned or broken up with my own eyes. Now you know all you wanted to know; and now, therefore it is my turn to remind you that I have not yet had a direct answer to the first question I addressed to you when we met here. Have you brought the wax mask with you, or have you not?” v, “I have not.” “And why?” Just as that question -was put Nanina felt the dog dragging himself free of her grasp on his mouth. She had been listening hitherto with sucFpainful 'nteusity, with such allabsorbing emotions of suspense, terror and astonsihment that she had not noticed his efforts to get away and had continued meehanically to hold his mouth shut. But now she aroused by the violence of his struggles to the knowledge that unless she hit upon some new means of quieting him he would have his mouth free and would betray her by a growl. In an of apprehension lest she should lose a word of the momentous convei’sation she made a desperate atttempt to appeal to the dog’s fondness for her, by suddenly flinging both her arms around his neck and kissing his .rough, hairy cheek. The stratagom"succceded. Scaramuccia had for many years past never received any greater marks of His mistress’s kindnsss for him than such as a pat on the head or a present of a lump of sugar might convey. His dog’s nature was utterly confounded by the unexpected warmth -of Nanina’s ca' eis and he struggled vigorously in her arms to try and return it by licking her face. She could easily prevent him from doing "this and could so gain a few minutes more to listen behind the summer ■ house without danger of discovery. She had lost Brigida’s answer to Father Rocco’s question, but she was in time to hear her next words. “We are alone here,” said Brigida. “I am a woman and I don’t know •that you may not have come armed. It is only the commonest precaution on my part not to give you a chance to get at the wax mask till I have made my conditions.” “You never saida word about conditions before.”

“True, I remember telling you that I wanted nothing, but the novelty of going to the masquerade in the character of my dead enemy, and the luxury of being able to terrify the man who had brutally ridiculed me in old days in the studio. That was the truth. But it is not the less the truth that our experiment on Count Fabio has detained me in this ■city much longer than I ever intended, that I am all but penniless, and that T deserve to be paid. In plain words, will you buy the mask -of me for two hundred scudi?” “I have not twenty scudi in the world at my own free disposal.” “You must find two hundred if you want the wax mask, I don’t wish to threaten, but money I must have. I mention the sum of two hundred scudi because that is the exact amount offered in the public handbills by Count Pabio’s friends for the discovery of the woman who wore the yellow mask at the Marquis Melani’s ball. What have I to do but to earn that money, if I please, by going to the palace, taking the ■wax mask with me, and telling them that I am the woman. Suppose I confess in that way; they could do nothing to hurt me and I should be two hundred scudi the richer. You might be injured, to be sure, if they insisted on knowing who made the wax model and who suggested the ..ghastly disguise—” “WTetch! do you believe that my

character could be injured on the unsupported evidence of any words from your lips?” “Father Rocco, for the first time since I have enjoyed the pleasure of your acquaintance I find you committing a breach of good manners. I shall leave you until you become more like yourself. If you wish to apologize for calling me a wretch, and if you want to secure the wax mask, honor me with a visit before four o’clock this afternoon, and bring two hundred scudi with you. Delay till after four and it will be too late.” An instant of silence followed; and then Nanina judged that Brigida must bo departing, for she heard the rustling of a dress on the lawn in front of the summer-house. Unfortunately, Scaramuccia heard it too. He twisted himself round in her arms and growled. The noise disturbed Father Rocco. She heard him rise and leave the summer house. There would have been time enough, perhaps, for her to conceal herself among some trees if she could have recovered her selfpossession at once; but she was incapable of making an effort to regain it. She could neither think nor move—her breath seemed to die away on her lips—as she saw the priest stealing over the grass slowly from the front to the back of the summer-house. In another moment thev were face to face.

He stopped a few paces from her, and eyed her steadily in dead silence. She still crouched against the sum-mer-house, and still with one hand mechanically kept her hold of the dog. It was well for the priest that she did so. Scaramucoia’s formidable teeth were in full view, his shaggy coat was bristling, his eyes were starting, his growl had changed from the surly to the savage note; he was ready to tear down, not Father Rocco only, but all the clergy in Pisa, at a moment’s notice. “You have been listening,” said the priest calmly. “I sjeitinyour face. You have heard all.” She could not answer a word; she could not take her eyes from him. There was an unnatural stillness in his face, a steady, unrepentant, unfathomable despair in his eyes that struck her with horror. She would have given worlds to be able to arise to her feet and fly from his presence. 1 ‘I once distrusted you and watched you in secret,” he said, speaking after a short silence, thoughtfully, $nd with a strange, tranquil sadness in his voice; “and now, what I did by you, you do by me. You put the hope of your life once in my hands. Is it because they were not worthy of the trust that discovery and ruin overtake me, and that you are the instrument of the retribution? Can this § be the decree of Heaven —or is it nothing but the blind justice of chance?” He looked upward, doubtingly, to the lustrous sky above him, and sighed. Nanina’s eyes still followed his mechanically. He seemed to feel their influence, for he suddenly looked down at her again. “What keeps you silent? Why are you afraid?” he said. “I can do you no harm, with your dog at your side, and the workmen yonder within call. I can do you no harm, and I wish to do you none. Go back to Pisa; tell what you have heard; restore the man you love to himself, and ruin me. That is your work; do it. I was never your enemy, even when I distrusted you. I am not your enemy now. It is no fault of yours that a fatality has been accomplished through you —no fault of yours that I am rejected as the instrument of securing a righteous restitution to the Church. Rise, child, and go your way, while I go mine, and prepare for what is to come. If we ever meet again, remember that I parted from you without one hard saying or one hard look —parted from you so, knowing that the first word you speak in Pisa will be death to my character, and destruction to the great purpose of my life.” Speaking these words, always with the same calmness which had marked his manner from the first, he looked fixedly at her for a little while, sighed again, and turned away. Just before he disappeared among the trees, he said “Farewell,” but so softly that she could barely hear it. Some strange confusion clouded her mind as she lost sight of him. Had she injured him, or had he injured her? His words bewildered and oppressed her simple heart. Vague and fears, and a sudden antipathy to remaining any longer near the summer-house, over came her. She started to her feet, and keeping the dog still at her side, hurried from the garden to the high-road. There, the wide glow of sunshine, the sight of the city lying before her, changed the current of her thoughts, and directed them all to Fabio and to the future. A burning impatience to be back in Pisa now possessed her. She hastened toward the city at her utmost speed. The doctor was reported to be in the palace when she

passed the servants lounging in the courtyard. He saw, the moment she came into his presence, that something had happened, and led her away from the sick-room into Fablo's empty study. There she told him all. “You have saved him,” said the doctor joyfully. “I will answer for his recovery. Only let th.at woman come here for the reward; and leave me to deal with her as she deserves. In the meantime, my dear, don’t go away from the palace on any account until I give you permission. I am*going to send a message immediately to Signor Andrea d’Arbino to come and hear the extraordinary disclosure that you have made to me. Go back to read to the Count, as usual, until I want you again; but remember, you must not drop a word to him yet of what you have said to me. He must be carefully prepared for all that we have to tell him, and must be kept quite in the dark until those preparations are made. ” D’Arbino answered the doctor’s summons in person; and Nanina repeated her story to him. He and the doctor remained closeted together for some time after she had concluded her narrative and retired. A little before four o’clock they sent for her again into the study. The doctor was sitting by the table with a bag of money before him, and D’Arbino was telling one of the servants that if a lady called at the palace on the subject' of the handbill which he had circulated, she was to be admitted into the study immediately. As the clock struck four Nanina was requested to take possession of a window-seat, and to wait there until she was summoned. When she had obeyed, the doctor loosened one of the window-curtains, to hide he'r from the view of any one entering the room. About a quarter of an hour elapsed, aiid then the door was thrown open, and Brigida herself was shown into the study. The doctor bowed, and D’Arbino placed a chair for her. She was perfectly collected, and thanked them for their politeness with her best grace. “I believe I am addressing confidential friends of Count Pabio d’Ascoli?” Brigida began. “May I ask if you are authorized to act for the Count in relation to the reward which this'handbill offers?” The doctor, having examined the handbill, said that the lady was quite right, and pointed significantly to the bag of money. “You are prepared, then,” pursued Brigida, smiling, “to give a reward of two hundred soudi to any one able to tell you who the woman is who wore the yellow mask at the Marquis Melani’s ball, aftd how she contrived to personate the face and figure of the late Countess D’Ascoli?” “Of course we are prepared,” answered D’Arbino, a little irritably. “As men of honor, we are not in the habit of promising anything that we are not perfectly willing, under proper conditions, to perform.” “Pardon me, my dear friend,” said the doctor; “I think you speak a little too warmly to the lady. She is quite right to take every precaution. We have two hundred scudi here, madam,” he continued, patting the money-bag; “and we are prepared to pay that sum for the information we want. But” (here the doctor suspiciously moved the bag of scudi from the table to his lap) “we must have proofs that the person claiming the reward is really entitled to it.” Brigidi’s eyes followed the money bag greedily. “Proofs!” she exclaimed, taking a small flat box from under her cloak and pushing it across to the doctor. “Proofs! there you will find one proof that establishes my claim b'eyond the possibility of doubt.” The doctor opened the box and and looked at the wax mask inside it, then handed it to D’Arbino and replaced the bag of scudi on the table. “The contents of that box seerp certainly to explain a great deal," he said, pushing the bag gently toward Brigida, but always keeping his hand over it. “The woman who wore the yellow domino was, I presume, of the same height as the late Countess?”

“Exactly,” said Brigida. “Her eyes were also of the same color as the late Countess’s; she wore yellow of the same shade as the hangings in the late Countess’s room, and she had on, under her yellow mask, the colorless wax model of the late Countess’s face now in your friend’s hand. So much for that part of the Secret. Nothing remains now to be cleared up but the mystery of who the lady was. Have the goodness, sir, to push that bag an inch or two nearer my way and I shall be delighted to tell you.” “Thank you, madame,” said the doctor, with a very perceptible change in his manner. “We know who the lady was already." He moved the bag of scudi while he spoke back to his own side of the table. Brigida’s cheeks reddened and she rosy) fr;om her seat.

“Am I to understand, sir,” she said haughtily, “that you take advantage of niy position here as a defenseless woman to cheat me out of the reward?” “By no means, madame,” rejoined the doctor. “We have covenanted to pay the reward to the person who could give us the information we required.” “Well, sir, have I not given you part of it? And am I not prepared to give you the whole?” “Certainly; but the misfortune is that another person has been beforehand with you. We ascertained who the lady in the yellow domino was, and how she contrived to personate the face of the late Countess d’Ascoli, several hours ago from another informant. The person has consequently a prior claim, and on every principle of justice that person must also have the reward. Nanina, the bag belongs to- you—come and take it.” Nanina appeared from the windowseat. Brigida, thunderstruck, looked at her in silence for a moment, gasped out, “Thatgirl!” then stopped again, breathless. “That girl was at the back of the summer house this morning while you and your accomplice were talking together,” said the doctor. D’Arbino had been watching Brigida’s face intently from the moment of Nanina’s appearance and had quietly stolen close to her side. This was a fortunate movement, for the doctor’s lest words were hardly out out of his mouth before Brigidi siezed a heavy ruler lying with some writing materials on the table. In another instant, if D’Arbino had not caught her arm, she 'would have hurled it at Nanina’s head. (to be continued.) JOSEPH BONAPARTE. As Described by Marion Crawford— Compared With Napoleon. All agree in describing him as a thorough Bonaparte, a man of middle height, inclined to stoutness, of a beautifully clear and healthly complexion, having delicate and almost womanly hands. His features closely resembled those of his younger brother, the Emperor, but lacked at all points the keen decision and ruthless energy which characterized the conqueror’s face, says the Century. The nose was aquiline, but not eagle like; the lips even, not firm; the chin prominent, but not massive; the forehead broad and high and full, but not “that forehead strong with imagination” —the imagination that could realize as well as dream. The eyes were grandly sculptured and deepset, but had*not the irresistable penetration, the blaze of occasional anger, the brightening luster of the Emperor’s look. Instead, there was a meditative sweetness, a sort of inward turning of the vision, suggesting those men whom Napoleon lightly stigmatized as “ideologues.” Indeed, from earliest youth the difference in character had been clearly apparent in the two. As a child Napoleon was turbulent,adroit, lively, quick in the extreme and beat and bit his elder brother as ho pleased. The old Lucian, their uncle, when on his deathbed, said to Joseph before the assembled family: “You are the eldest, but there stands the head. Never forget it.” And he pointed to Napoleon.

Napoleon once said in writing to Joseph: "“You live too much with men of letters and science. They are coquettes with whom one must keep up an intercourse of gallantry, and of whom one must never make one’s wife nor one’s minister.” Yet the Emperor did not know, we are told, that Joseph was at that very time in close and continued correspondence with Bernardin de Saint-Pierre and many other men of literary eminence, and far more deeply interested in their pursuits than in the destinies of the world as directed by a man who could say of himself; “I love power myself, but I love it as an artist, I love it as a musician who loves his violin. I love it in order to draw sounds from it, chords and harmony; I love it as an artist.” I may say, in passing, that these words of Napoleon form- part of a passage little known,, but which should be famous, quoted at length by Sainte-Beuve in the “Causeries du Lundi,” and easy to find.

Insurmountable. Detroit Free Press. A Detroit young man. who is very careless in his expenditure of money, 6pent a week in Chicago recently at a swell hotel, and when the time was up he was in the straits. “I’m in a hole,” he said to a friend. “I’ve got a ticket home, but I. haven’t got any money and o\ve the hotel a week’s board. The accou/it has just been presented." “Well, why don’t you jump, the board bill and settle when you make a raise,’?” “Jump nothing!" he exclaimed in disgust. “They’ve made it so high that I can’t jump it. Look at that!” ana he handed the bill over to his .Sympathizing friend,

A HORRIBLE FATE. 1 Mrs. Margaret Thompson Stamped to> J>cath By a Horse. Mrs. Margaret Thompson, relict of of the late Amos Thompson, one of the wealthiest and most prominent citizens of Montgomery county, met with a horrible death, Wednesday evening, at her home north of Crawfordsville. She went into the stable and Into the stall of a favorite horse. The animal failed to recognize her because she wore a cape over her head, and crowded her against the side of the stall until she became unconscious and fell. After her fall her face and breast were pawed and stamped into a shapeless mass. She was discovered a lew minutes later by Alexander Stroud, who is employed on the farm, and Mr. Stroud was seriously hurt while trying to remove Mrs Thompson’s body from under the feet of the vicious animal. The deceased was seventy-three years old. She leaves several sons, all prominent farmers. THE PUBLIC DEBT STATEMENT.. The public debt Statement shows a net decrease of $739,435.99 during the month of May. Of this $657,175.50 was in the amount of the bonded indebtedness of the government, and $83,350.49 was in the Increase ot the cash in the treasury. The interestbearing debt increased $300; the debt on which interest has ceased since maturity decreased $37,480, and the debt bearing no interest $619,695.50. The aggregate interest and non-interest-bearing debt, May 31, was $961,750,888.63; on April 30 it was $963,407,764.13. The certificates and treasury notes, offset by an equal amount ot cash in treasury, outstanding at the end of the month, was $594,531,017, an increase of $1,485,604. The total cash in the treasury was $754,132,984.47, the gold reserve $95,048,640, and the net cash balances $26,516,514.30. In the month there Was a decrease of $5,764,749.32 in gold coin and bars, the total at the close being $196,518,609.76. Of silver there was an increase of $5,173,874.48, Ot the surplus there was in national bank depositories $11,649,142.54, against $11,270,696.69 at the end of theprevious month. ! The" markets. i ‘ June 5. 1893. Indianapolis. GRAIN AND HAY. Wheat—No. 2 red, 63c; No. 3 red, 60® 61c; No. 4 red, 56c; rejected, 45@55; unmerchantable, 35@40c; wagon wheat, 63. Corn—No. 1 white, 4134c; No. 3 white. 41Kc;No.3white,41c; No.4 white,36c;No. 13: white mixed, 30c; No. 3 white mixed, 38J4c; No. 4 white mixed, 35c; No. 3 yellow, 39c; No. 3 yellow, 38Kc; No. 4 yellow, 35c; No. 2 mixed, 39c; No. 3 mixed, 38)4c; No. 4 mixed, 35e; sound ear, 44c for yellow. Oats—No. 3 white, 35c; No. 3 white, 35c; No. 2 mixed, 31c; No. 3 mixed, 30c;. rejected, 26@32c. Hay—Choice timothy, $11.50; No. 1, ,$13; No. 2, $12; No. 1 prairie, $7; mixed, $8: clover, $9. Bran, $13. LIVE STOCK. Cattle—Export grades $ [email protected] Good to choice shippers [email protected] Fair to medium shippers [email protected] Fair to choice feeders 4.25(84.75 Stockers, 500 to 800 3.0003.75 Good to choice heifers 4.0004.75 Fair to medium heifers 3.40(83.85 Common to thin heifers 2.50(83.25 Good to choice cows 3.8504.35 Fair to medium cows 3.35®3.65 Common old cows [email protected] Veals, common to good [email protected] Bulls, common to fair [email protected](>! Bulls, good to choice [email protected] Milkers, good to choice [email protected] Milkers, common to fair [email protected] Hogs—Heavy packing and shipping [email protected]. Mixed [email protected] Light , [email protected] Heavy roughs ,[email protected] Pigs 5.5007.00 Sheep—Good to choice clipped. [email protected] Fair to medium clipped ( 8.5004.25 Common clipped j 2.5003.25 Spring Lambs, So to 50 lbs 5.00@7.(X> Busks, per head 2.00@4.(Xb 1 POULTRY and other produce. [Prices Paid by Dealers.] 1 PouLTRY-Hens, 9c lb; young chickens, 20c $1 tb; turkeys, young toms, 8c V lb; hens, 10c 1? lb; ducks, 7c.$ lb; geese, $4® '4,80 for choice. ' Eggs—Shippers paying 12c. Butter—Grass butter, 12c;, freshcountry butter, 8(gl0c. Honey—18@30c. Feathers — Prime; Geese, 40c $ Ibt mixed duck, 20o ]ft lb. Bbeswux—30c for yellow; 15c for dark. Wool—Fine merino, 15@17c; medium, unwashed, 18c; coarse or braid wool, 16@17c; unmerchantable, 13@15c; tubwashed, 2S@37c. Detroit, Wheat,69)4c. Com,No, 3,44)4c. Oats, No2 white, 37)4c. Minneapolis, Wheat, 63)4c. New York. Wheat, No. 2 red, 75c. Corn; No, 2, 48c. pats, 35)4c. Lard, $10.70. Butter, Western dairy* 15@17e; creamery, 17@30c..

Chicago^ Wheat, Corn, Oats, 30cu* Pork, $20.90. Lard, $10.52K- Short-ribs„ $9.80. Cattle—top steers, $4.2f@6; others, [email protected]. Hogs—Heavy mixed and packers, $6,[email protected]; prime heavy, [email protected]©;1 prime light, [email protected]; other lights, $4,801 @7.50. Sheep — Top sheep, $4.50@Jk25; lambs, [email protected]. Cincinnati. Wheat, No. 2 red, 66c; Corn, No. 3 mixed, 44sc; Oats, No. 3 white - western, 33>£c; Byte, No. 2, 63e; Mess Pork, $21.15; Lard, $10.50; Bulk Meats, $10.50; Bacon, $11.62. Butter, creamery fancy, 83c; Eggs, 13pc. Cattac, $4.50@$5.35. Hogs, $6.65@$7.25. ~ Sheep, $3.50@$4.00. y St. Louis. Wheat, No, 3 red, 66c; Corn, No. 2 mixed, Oats, No. 2, 33c; Butter, 23c. Buffalo. Cattle, [email protected]. Hogs, heavy. [email protected]; mixed, $7.30@ $7.50; light, $7.20@$7.45. Sheep, native, $3.75@$4.25; Texas, $3.35@$6.50. Philadelphia. Wheat, No. 2 Bed, Corn. No, 3 Mixed, 48c; Oats, 41c; butter, creamery. 21c; eggs, 16c. Baltimore. Wheat, No. 2 Red, 72Kc; Corn, mixed, 49c; Oats, No. 3,White Western,43>£c;Rye4 64c; Pork, $33.00; Butter, creamery, 31cu Eggs, I5>ic. '