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CHAPTER I. I. THE HAIRY CATERPILLAR. Ii is with no intention of delighting the curious that I put my pen to paper. Only at the urgent desire of many members of my own profession hare I undertaken a task necessarily disagreeable, and do now recall the details of a case which I take to be without parallel in the records of criminology. In the mental state of the afflicted being there was, indeed, little that was abnormal. Mania that are similar to his fill our asylums. But that laborious studies in the byways of science, rather than in her more frequented paths, had placed at the will of his disordered brain weapons of a deadly potency, transformed a personal misfortune Into a great and urgent public danger. I spent four years at Cambride, where, though my degree was a high one, I found too many distractions to make fach progress as I could hare wished n ny profession. Yet my interest in medicine grew steadily, and oa leaving the university I determined, having both the mean and the time at my disposal, to seek out a spot where I could throw myself into my work without the interruptions of old friends and old associations. The reputation of Heidelberg attracted me, and hither I migrated. Sufficient for myself. The man who was to be associated with me ia my strange quest I will describe with equal brevity. My cousin. Sir Henry Graden, Kt, M.D., F.R.S., F.R.S.G.. was a man of remarkable personality a surgeon of brilliant gifts that had made for him a European reputation, yet an eccentric or so the world held him who lacked the steady application necessary for complete success. -He would throw himself into the solution of a problem, or the prosecution of a new experiment, with the utmost zeal; yet on achieving the desired result he would shake off the atmosphere of the hospital and laboratory and start on some wild-goose chase that might include the ascent of an unclimbatle peak, the capture of a rare species of wild animal, or the study of a littleknown 'tribe of savages. In person he was of great stature, and heavily, almost clumsily, built, with a rugged, weather-beaten face, keen yet kindly grey eyes, and brown hair, somewhat grizzled about the temples. In age he was well pa3t the forties. In dress and deportment he might pardonably have been mistaken for a prosperous Yorkshire grazier. Indeed, he was wont to complari that he acted as a magnet to all the tricksters of London; though, from the shrewd smile with which he accompanied his protests, it was easy to see that he thoroughly enjoyed the diversion of turning the tables oa his discreditable opponents. It was towards the end of my second year at Heidelberg. An autumn sua had unk to rest in a golden haze over the wooded hills, and the night, lum inous under the harvesv moon, lay upothe old town. I was sitting at my tab' on which a shaded lamp threw its ylow circle, arranging the notes of the lectures I had that day attended, when there came a knock at the door behind me. I cried a sulky invitation, for I feared the appearance of one of my preposterous student friends, with his jargon of the duel and the promenade. But the next moment an enormous hand - bad dragged me into the realization oc my duties as a host by standing me on my feet amid the clatter of a falling chair. "Why, Cousin Graden!" I cried, , for indeed it wasvhe who had thus trea,d me. "What cyclone has blown 7?u here?' "Egad! I believe it's the truth I've heard," said he, throwing himself oa to a sofa that cracked again under lis weight he was a famed breaker of furniture was cousin Harry Grade:. "They told me that you'd shut yourself up for nigh two years work, work, wort as if there was no young blood in y.ur veins, and no green world lying around you. with not a yard of it that isn't worth all the most learned dissertations ever written. I knew his favorite doctrine. It wou have been as foolish to argue with hin. as to attempt to uphold the necessity for the Union with an Irish Home Ruler. Bui what are you doing here?" I repeated."It's tc Berlin that I'm bound, to read a paper before a society that is good enough to be interested in some notes I took recently on the Kaffir witch-doctors. I'd a few days in hand, so I thought I would take a peep at my dear Heidelberg and, incidentally, at my worthy cousin, Robert Harland." He rose and stalked about the room, clucking to himself like a contented hen. "Same old jugs and china pipek; same wainscot, a shade darker maybe; same old oak beams, a thought more smoky; ame schlagers above the mantelpiece.'" He took down one of the student's dueling-swords, and slipped his hand Into the heavy hilt. Raising his bng arm into the orthodox attitude, he rvept the keen, thin blade in hissing circles. "Do you ever tramp on the sawdust, and drum with the schlager, and bleed in the tank. Cousin Robert?" "Not L Though I have heard of your triumphs In the past, you man of bbod!" "Anj who has been gossiping! "Professor Von Stockmar. He asked ! me to sapper the second day I arrived, for the sole purpose, I believe, of impressing me with the fame of a certain dueling desperado of a student, one Henry Giaden, who flonrished in Heidelberg twenty years ago." "What. Von Stockmar? Little Hermann? What a good fellow he was! Did you ever hear him sing a 'song about but, of course, that s not possible. So little Hermann's a professor, is he? Are you under him?' "No; I'm with Professor Marnac Grtien wa!ked across to the fireplace and s!wly filled a huge china pipe that lay thereon. He lit it and, turning his back to the empty grate, sent forth such puffs of smoke that he spoke as from out a cloud, mistily. "He has made hjnself a grent name, this Marnac Hot do you stand with him. Cousin Robert?" "I don't quite know. I was a great favorite of his in my first year." "And now? Have you quarreled? "Well, not exactly: it's a foolish tory." "The foolish stories are often of great r interest than the wise ones." "Well, cousin Graden," said I, lean inz back in my chair and lighting a fresh cigarette, "if you want to hear it, I'll tell it you. and as shortly as may be. It began by the publication some six months ago of Professor Marnac s cue brated book, 'Science and Religion.' "Humph! a strong effort, full of sug gestions." he grunted; "but brutal, callmi. and revolutionary. It had a mixed receDtion. I believe." "It had: and nowhere more so than in this university. Von Stockmar followed it by a pamphlet of unsparing criticism, which split tls students into two bodies the Marnac men and the Stockmar men. It wa a pretty quarrel. and gave an excuse for a score of the m evitable duels." "Did Marnac attempt a reprisal ?" "He did, and in the unusual form of reading aloud Von Stockmar's attack upon his theories to the cla.'S. of which I am a member. He appealed to us for sympathy. His agitation was remark able. I declare that he snarled oyer his opponent's name like a dog over a bone. -a i and & most unpleasant sceue ended ia

fit, from which we aroused him with difficulty." "But this does not tell me how you came to be involved," he cried sharply, striding over to the table and plumping himself into a chair facing me. "Have patience, my impetuous cousin. From the first I bad always found a friend in Von Stockmar. I liked him and we met frequently. The second day after the scene in the lecture-room I was walking with the cheery little man when we chanced upon Marnac. He gave me an ugly look, but said nothing. That night, however, hs came to these rooms and abused me roundly. He reminded me of the Interest he had shown in my work, called me a traitor to his party, and in other ways behaved with a childish absurdity. Naturally, I refused to give up a valued friend." "You did right. But surely the affair

has blown over?" "To the contrary, the antagonism on Marnac's side, at least has grown still more bitter. Whenever I chance to be present, he misses no opportunity of attacking my dear friend, as he calls Von Stockmar, in the most cruel and vindictive fashion. My position at his lectures is, I assure you, becoming most unendurable." "You are too sensitive, Cousin Robert. The absurdities of a vain and jeal ous " Graden checked his unfinished sentence with his nose cocked in the air lihe a gigantic terrier. Surprise and susr.cion were in his expression and attitude. Then he rose slowly, as with an effort, and leaned forward across the table, his knuckles resting on its edge, "We neglect our visitor," said he gravely, and at his words I turned sharp ly in my chair. CHAPTER II. In the shadows about the door, yet outlined with sufficient clearness against the black oak of the wainscot, a face stared in upon us. Around the head, crowned with a black skull-cap, fell a thick growth of white hair that was saint-like in length and beauty; the beard was of the like venerable purity. In a man of his apparent age the cheeks' were curiously rosy, while the hand that held open the door was small as a woman's and delicate as old ivory. For a moment I thought that the eyes. exaggerated by the convex pebbles of great gold glasses, turned upon me with an expression of malicious satislaction Yet this was but an impression, for the gloom hung heavily about him where he stood, and my sight had nt,t been un affected by nights of study. "Will not the gentleman step in?' Grtden continued, with a reproach at my unhospitality in his voice. Professor Rudolf Marnac for It was he who thus honored us slid his dimin utive 6gure through the door and ad -anced. with a courteous inclination. itrt the lamnlicht. "My dear young bH" said he, in the soft musical English with which it was his custom to address me, "I should not have intruded myself at this late hour but that I am the bearer of painful news which I felt it right to communicate to you. Your friend, Hermann Von Stock mar, died this evening of acute inflam mation of the lungs." "Died?" I cried in bewilderment "Why, I passed him in the street at mid day locking well and hoarty." "Yes, it is even so, Mr. Harland. One moment a steady flame illuminating this university with its light; the nejtt, a sigh from the conqueror Death and it is ex tinguished. The active brain is still the pen, trenchant. Incisive, destructive. is laid aalde for ever. It was an impressive homily; but from so open and vindictive a foe it seemed singularly inappropriate. "You seem surprised," he continued "I fear that encounters in the cause of science may have led the public to be lieve that poor Von Stockmar and I cherished personal animosities. If tha so, I trust you will use your influenc i contradict it. My sorrow is already heavy enough without that unwarrant able suspicion. The professor seemed deeply affected. Removing h'.s spectacles, he pulled from his side pocket a large silk pocket-hand kerchief. As he did so, a tinkle caught my ear. A square box of some white metal had fallen to the floor. It rolled Into the lamplight, where the lid flew open. The professor hastily clapped on his glasses; but already Graden had re trieved the box and was presenting it to him. There was nothing In it, sir, said he, for the professor had stooped and was examining the carpet minutely. I thank you, I thank you." Pray do not mention it. Cousin Rob ert, If you and the professor will excuse me, I will step across and take a last look at poor little Hermann. Where are his rooms?" Before I could answer, the professor was on his feet. "Pray accept mo as your guide," said he, moving towards the door. Graden bowed his thanks like a polite elephant. I followed the pair down the stairs. It was growing late, and the narrow streets of the students' quarter vr re well nigh deserted. 'A moon, like a polished shield, hung over the old castle above us, picking out each turret and parapet ia silver grey against the sleeping woods that swept upward to the sky-line. Across our path 'the gabled house cast broad, fantastic pools of shadow. A wind had risen with the moon, and sighed and quavered in the roofs and archways. Once, from a distant tavern, came the faint mutter of a rousing chorus, hut soon it was swallowed and carried away by the tiidnight breezes. We had not far to walk, and in five minutes the professor was tapping discreetly with an ugly devil-face of a knocker on Von Stockmar's door. Presently the bolt was drawn, and Hans, the grey-bearded servant of the dead man, stood in the doorway, a lamp held high above his head. He blinked upon us moodily, with eyes dimmed by old age and recent tears, till, catering sight of Graden's huge bulk, he stepped forward with a snort of surprise, flashing the light la hla face as he did so. "Ah! Goodness! but it is Heinrich der Grosser he stammered. "Ach! nerr Heinrich, but hare you forgotten Hans of the. Schlagers, servant of the honor able corps of the Saxo Bornsen?" "No, no," said Graden, shaking the veteran by the hand. "So our little Her mann took you for his servant, as he promised? This is a sad day for us both. old friend. Tell me, how did it happen?" "Do not ask me, Herr Heinrich. My mind wanders I, who served him nigh on twenty years and was as a father and mother to him. The worthy fellow put down the lamp In the little ball into which he had led us, and mopped his eyes with a hand that trembled with emotion. But Graden persisted in his quiet way and soon extracted the details. It seemed that it was the custom of the dead professor to tase a nap after his midday meal. That afternoon, however, his sleep ras traduly prolonged, and at four Hans, who knew he had an engagement about that hour, slipped in to wake him His master was lying on the couch in his bedroom, where he was wi.nt to take his siesta. But he was ia a curious, hud r'!!ei position and breathing stertorous!?.

Hans failed to rouse httu, became alarmed, and hurried off for a neighbor

ing doctor. That gentleman diagnosed the case as a sudden and severe chill which had settled on the lungs, causing violent inflammation. Everything possi ble was done, but by eight he was dead. Beyond the remarkable violence of the seizure, the doctor had said, there was nothing in the symptoms. Overwork had doubtless undermined the constitution and rendered it vulnerable to a sudden attack. "And while he was asleep had he visitors?" asked Graden. "The street door is never locked dur ing the day." "But would you not have heard the steps?" "It was my custom to sleep too. Herr professor allowed it." "So. I should like to take a last look at your poor master, friend Hans. By the way, Cousin Robert, where is our guide, the learned Marnac? I did not see him leave the house." "Perhaps the Professor Marnac has ab, ready gone to my master's room, the second to the right on the first floor,' suggested the old servant (To be continued.) MEANING OF GOOD CROPS. Each Harvest Season Adda to Coun try' Prosperity. Early in the spring the country be? gins to ask, "How are the crops?" Our rosperlty during the twelve months. following the harvest depends, ia a very large measure, on the answer to this question, says Success, Out of the ground comes our wealth. In these years of abundant prosperity the farmer takes from the earth each harvest season products of a value of $4,000,000,000, and more than a third of this enormous sum represents the two great crops of the West corn and wheat. The question, "now are the crops?" becomes each year, therefore, as the r.arvost time approaches, one of vital Importance ; and the earlier the knowledge of the size and quality of the crops, the more valuable It is to the commercial community. Railway men need to know in advance the outcome of the harvest, that they may prepare for the transportation of the crops to the markets. Bumper crops mean big tonnage, not only of products from the farms to the consumers, but also of merchandise from the manufacturing towns to the farms, bought by the farmers with their produce. When railway men are assured of Mg crops they spend many millions of dollars for new locomotives and cars and rails and many millions more for tho Improvement of their roadbeds; and the extension of their lines Into new territory. The steel makers are Jointly i'itrested with the railway men In the liarwst, for one-fourth of the enormous product of the steel mills of this country is purchased by the railways. When the crops fall tho railways cancel their orders for rails and bridges and equipment, and steel descends from prince to pauper. Then all the big manufacturers of the country, whether of wagons or plow?, of shoes or clothing, must know whether their great customer, the farmer, is to have money to spend from harvest to harvest So jj with the merchants all through the ägrlculturaf country. Even more important is early knowledge of the crop prospects to the bankers, who mmt not only finance the movement of the crops to market, but must also know whether the harvest Is to cause expansion or contraction of capital ventures through the country. Then there are the flour millers and elevator owners, who are directly Interested In the marketing of rops. Finally, there Is the great body of men who speculate in the rise and fall of commodity prices. and who risk many millions of dollars in backing their opinions as to the vol vine of the crops and the demand for them in the markets of the world. Freah Air for the Hen. Hens kept in cold quarters and fed heavily produced eggs with strong germs which hatched well, says Country Life In America. On the other "land, poultry kept In artificially varmed houses laid eggs with weak germs which hatched weak chickens. The "results were considered in favor of fresh air and plenty of It, even if it was cold." In a study of the duration of fertilization after the removal of the male birds, records were kept of the num ber of eggs which hatched or which were shown to be fertile. The last trace of fertility was noticed eleven days after separation. The unfertilized eggs had superior keeping qualities, so the author recommends that as a ru'.e male birds should not be kept with hens depended upon for market eggs. Experience showed that where there i. variety In rations and care in feed ing them, and sufficient floor space. there is little likelihood of egg eat ing or feather picking. Steamed lawn sllpplngs were fed to the station poul try three or four times a week and eaten with evident relish. Clover leaves treated In the same way were also much liked. Yellow rerll. "More startling news from Shanghai," exclaimed the man with the paper, excitedly. T. tell you it is only a matter of time rhen the Chinese will try to do us up." "Well," said the peaceful man In the scorched shirt, "at present we will U satisfied if they only do up our shirts and collars. I can't even get them tc do that right" Leat We Foraret. "Old Colnlelgh always carries a pocket full of nickels. It's one of his eccen trlcRics.' "Yes. He used to be a street car con ductor before he fell Into his uncle'i fortune, and he Jingles the nickels every once in a while to keep hlmseli from getting a swelled head." Detroil Free Press. In a Bad Way. "Yes, poor papa's been shut up in tht house so long. Tbe doctor says if h could only get out to take a little exercise he would be very much better." "Is he too weak to go out?" "Oh, no, but there're process srven all around the house even down to the back gate." Baltimore American. An IllaHlon. "'It's love that makes the world gc round,'" said the old-fashioned sentimentalist. "No," answered Miss Cayenne. "II merely makes some people so dizzy thai they think the world Is going round." Washington Star. An It Year for Travel. "My husband won't go to Europe thli year." "Whai's his excuse?" "He aays all the newspapers woulä wonder why." Cleveland Plain Dealer. A Double Life. Mo Rose He died at the advnce age of 110 years. Jo Cose Humph! He almost led 1 double life, didn't he? Judje,

The Destiny- of 'Woman. The first requirement In the Ideal of a woman is that she shall be a satisfied woman, and that she does not at all wh?h to be anything but a woman. The creed of pessimism and despair Is. "It were better not to be!" yet I would give no more for, "I would greatly have preferred to be something else!" Woman should not be satisfied to accept herself at this valuation, though that, doubtless. Is better than to revolt against her fate; but she should appraise herself, feel the high dignity of her posltinu, recognize the advantages of (life undor the special form In which she receives it, and which, in nobility, Is equal to that bestowed upon man. In a word, woman should have the courage and pride of her sex. We often meet young ladies who would like to be boys. In speaking among themselves of certain others of their set they say: "There Is a girl who ought to have been a boy ; she Is a boy lost!" There is no harm in this. Inasmuch ns It is no more than a Joke and a fashion of speaking. It amounts to saying that certain young girls have tptltudes which ordinarily are charac teristic of young boys. But these have never prevented a woman from being truly and gracefully womanly. What wc wish to Indicate and stigmatize here is silly scorn of that which we already possess; a refusal to put it Into operation, to employ it, and the dangerous illusion which lies in thinking that we should have done greater work In this world If God had wished to make us something other than that which he has desired. rastor Wagner, In Harper's Bazaar. Table Manners. Parents even In a humble cottage home, should pay attention to the conduct and manners of their children at meal times. They cannot tell what position they will fill In after life, and a man or woman who Is ignorant of the most simple laws of table etiquette Is terribl handicapped. Were the parents to reprove the child who conveys Its food to its mouth with i knife, who drinks Its te from the saucer, or who sticks Its elbows out at right angles, the lesson so taught would never be forgotten. Tbcte Is a certain amount of freedom at the family table, where one scarcely exiocts to find the ceremonious deportment of a set dinner party; but even In the home there are minor rules and observances which should always be followed. Tbe boy or girl on whose mind they are Impressed nt an early age will never lose them; and when, after years of struggles It may be. the "manners that make the man" will be their chief passport Into the circle of their new acquaintances. Model from Paris . 1 his Paris fashion Is made with a oew three-ruffle skirt of eyelet hole embroidery. It Is of fine white batiste, rhe waist opens over a vest of soft all-over batiste embroidery, with revers of the scalloped ruffling. Across the front are straps and rosettes of pink satin ribbon. A girdle of the same Is at the waist. Save Early In the "Week. Do your saving at the beginning of the week, yoi who live uion allowances, or, what Is the same, so far as this counts, upon a salary. The extra expenses which often come upon yoo unexpectedly In the latter part of the week may be easily met If you've been husbanding your resources a little, instead of spending up to the last cent. A good plan Is to allow yourself so much for Httle expenses for a given length of time, and then to keep with in dally bounds, saving even a bit from that, if iossibIe. Then, if It Is not called upon by some little emergency, either put it away or use It toward some defln'te purpose, such ns subscribing to a good magazine, getting a good book or seeing a good play, all of which should be considered as mental Investments. Love ami Bad Cooking. Cood housekeeping ha far more to do with domestic happiness than most roung people dream, and it Is a melancholy fact "that love U ofteu killed by bad cooking. Without good housekeeping. even the .r.os: romantic devotion will often dwindle r.nd die, and therefore it behooves all maidens to make a study of housewifery before tiiey take upon themiives the duties: pertaining to the mistress of a household. Nowadays, more than ever, perhaps voiiien need to remember that their best and most beautiful work is to be done In their own homes. Of course, the man who marries a woman merely because he wants a lady to sit at the bead of his table and to look after his bo;ie does not deserve to be happy. But It is aot of such a case as this that this article deals, but rather the case of the married lovers', who, perhaps by slow degrees, maybe, but none the less surely become alienated by the irritation and friction caused by

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the wife's failure to govern her housetold rightly. No matter what a girl's scholastic attainments may be, her education Is Incomplete If she has not a practical knowledge of every branch of household work. But equipped with this, and adding to it a large amount of fact and sympathy, she may possibly become such an ideal mistress that she may escape the servant worries that are the trials of so many of her friends. Even If the mistress of a house be never required to lust, cook or mend, she ought to know how everything should be done, that she may be able to direct her servants, for she will never command their respect as an employer If they think that she does not know good work from bad.

Worth Thinking About. A loving heart will make a. thoughtful bead. The mot unprofitable thing to hold in this world Is a grudge. What we get Irom the world depend upon what we give to it. Success Is utter failure If achieved by the sacrifice of moral principle. He who wishes to be happier than others must first consider others. To be a goed taü'er one must first learn how to le a good listener. Good companionship does not depend upon accident, but upon selection. Let your means overrun your wants, not your wants everrun your means. Every duty which is bidden to wait returns with seven fresh duties at Its back. It's more useful not to know things and make people think you do, than to know them and not have anybody believe It Strengthening the Back. A good exercise to strengthen the back and remove excessive flesh from the hips can be taken in one's own bed room. It consists simply la picking up a small stool or chair and raising it high over the head, and then bending over, placing It on the floor. Repeat this movement, raising the stool high above the head, aud putting It back on the floor until tired. It Is a good Idea also to take a deep breath when you raise the arms above the head and ex pel when you put the stool to the floor. This Is a vigorous exercise, and If kept up will not only strengthen the muscles of the back, but drive away the superfluous flesh from the hips. Medical Talk: Olive OH. Medical authorities are all agreed as to the beneficial and remedial effects of olive oil, declaring It specially useful In any defects of the excretory ducts, or any low state of the system when In need of a tissue building food. It has long been observed that those who use olive oil as a common article of food are generally, healthier and In better condition thin those who do not It is said to le destructive to certain forms of micro-organic life, and for the eradication of such from the syjten; it is frequently advised by physicians for Internal use. Dcftlrable Habtta. Be orderly. A disorderly, careless wowj.i will never "have a comfortable home. Be punctual. Some, girls and some women, too, are never at the beginning of anything; a little late at breakfast, a little late at church, a little late everywhere, i Be cheerful. A bright, smiling face makes every one happy and a sullen, fretful expression is Just as likely to make others cross. Even when I; rains out of doors there might Just as well be sunshine within. The iffarrlnR-e Knot. A pood deal Is heard of the "marriage knot,' but very few of us realize that the knot was ever anything more than a figure of speech. Among the' Babylonians .tying the knot was part of the marriage ceremoay, says Home Chat. The priest took a thread from the garment of the bride and another from that of the bridegroom and tied them into a knot, which he gave to the bride, thus symbolizing the binding nature of the uuion which now existed between herself and her husband. Club Haven for the Matron. Mrs. Sarah Piatt Decker, the wellknown clubwoman, does not believe that the woman's club Is for the reformer. Slie believes that the woman's club Is for women of all kinds working women, women who are Interested in phllanrhropy, mothers who want to learn how to make better homes; but. most of all, ,Y'or women who need to get out of themselves. "There comes a time" Mrs. LATEST STYLES

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inn Decker says, "when a woman's children have grown grown out of her arms, gone Into the wond," or, perhaps, have passed on into another world. She has tired o society. She cannot pass the time with needlework and sad mem ories for company. It Is at such times that the woman's club saves her. Child' Salt. 4 1. Child's suit of blue pique. Plaited Jacket, with turnback collar edged with white lace motifs. Slot seams on skirt. Several rows of stitching around top of hem. Color to Wear. . Green ects off white and rosy skins. It should be relieved with white, red and rose. Rose-color should not be against the skin. It should be separated by the hair, or white or green. Bright blue becomes the blonde. It should never have any relief of rose or violet, but yellow and orange have a rather good effect A brunette may wear blue, provided It Is relieved with orange or yellow. Dead white against the skin may be worn by tho blonde or brunette, but the skin must be white or rosy. Black relieved with white, red or rose suits both blondes and brunettes, but the latter less than the former. Red against the skin lessens the in tensity of a very high color. . To Avoid Shrtnkao-e.' ' There Is absolutely nothing more pro voking or disheartening than for t dainty linen frock that has cost time and money to shrink badly the very first time It is washed. The following method is said to make linen unshrlnk able, ami I? certainly worth trying: Fill the bath tub about one-third full with clear cold water; then, without unfold ing the linen, wrap It in a clean tpwe and leave It In the tub over night Take it out In . the morning and hang it up without wringing out the water. It wil take some time to dry, but the linen will be thoroughly shrunken and the material need not be pressed until after the garment Is made. The Lace Veil. It is often lovely. It Is seldom becoming. Chantilly is daintier than heavy ap pliques. ;It may be arranged In draper- style. Or It may be caught snugly up like a face veil. , Though colors are seen cream white Is favored by fashionables. Together with a chiffon drapery. It disguises a multitude of sins In the way of make-up. One woman was unfortunate to get the big black figure of a white veil over her mouth. She seemed to have lost two teeth. Matting. Never use soap in washing a matting, because the alkali in it will eventually yellow and destroy the fiber. The most effective mode of washing a mat ting Is to use lukewarm water, adding salt In the proiwrtlou of a handful to a bucket of water. The floor should be dried thoroughly. Marklnir Napkins. In marking napkins the initial or monogram is still put -'in the corner, though an occasional housewife prefers marking them In the center. The let ters vary from an Inch to an Inch and a half in height IN BIDnia HABITS. Zu it.. -1

for The Term of By iVlARCUO CHAPTER XXX. (Continued.) Rufua Dawes, overpowered by the rev elation so suddenly made to him, had remained for a few momenta motionless n his cell, exnectinz to hear the heavy clang of th outer door, which should announce to him the departure of the chaplain. But he did not hear it, and it seemed to him that the air in the cell had grown suddenly cooler. He went to the door and looked into the narrow corridor, expecting to see the scowling countenance of Gimblett. To his astonishment the door of the prison was wide open, and not a soul la sight. He looked around. The night was tail ing sullenly; the wind was mounting; rom beyond the bar came the hoarse 1 murmur of an angry sea. If the school' er was to sail that night, she had best get out into deep waters. "Where was the chaplain? Pray heaven the delay had been sufflcient and they had sailed without him. Yet they would be sure to meet He advanced a few steps nearer, and looked about him. Was it possible that in his madness, the chaplain had been about to commit some violence which had drawn the trusty Gimblett from his post? The trusty Gimblett was lying at his feet dead drunk! Hi! noho! Hillo, there!" roared somebody from the jetty below. Be that you. Muster Noarth? We ain't too much tiam, sur!" From the uncurtained windows of the chaplain's house oa the hill beamed , the newly lighted candle. They in the boat did not see it. bat it brought to the prisoner a wild hope that made his heart bound. He ran back to his cell, clapped oa North's wide-awake, and, flinging the cloak hastily about him, came quickly down the steps. If the moon should shinet out now! 1 "Jump in, sir,' said unsuspj;cting Mannix, thinking only of the flogging 1 he had been threatened with. "It'll be a dirty night, this night! Put this over your knees, sir. Shove her off! Give way!" And they were afloat. But one glimpse of moonlight fell upon the slouched hat and cloaked figure, and the boat's crew, engaged in the dangerous task of navigating the reef In the teeth of. the rising gale, paid no attention to the chaplain. "Lads, we're tut just ia time!" cried Mannix; and they laid alongside the schooner, black in blackness. "Up ye go, yer honor, quick!" And the anchor was a-trip as Ruf us Dawes ran up the side. The commandant, already pulling off in his own boat, roared a farewell. "Good-by, North. It was touch and go with ye," adding, "Curse the fellow; he's too proud to answer!" The chaplain, indeed, spoke to no one, and, plunging down the hatchway. made for the stern cabins. "Close shave, your reverence!" said a respectful some body, opening a door. It was, but the clergyman did not say- so. He doublelocked the door, and, hardly realizing the danger Le had escaped, flung himself on the bunk, panting. Over his head he heard the rapid tramp of feet. He could smell the sea. and through the open window of the cabin could distinguish the light in the chaplain's house on the hill. The trampling ceased, the vessel began to move swiftly, the commandant's boat appeared below him for an instant, making her way back; the Lady Franklin had set saiL "That's a gun from the 'shore," said Tartridge, the mate, "and they're burning a red light. , There's a prisoner escaped. Shall we lie to?" "Lie to!" cried old Blunt. "We'll have suthin else to do. Look there!" The sky to the northward was streaked with a belt of livid green color, above which rose a mighty black cloud, whose sape was ever changing. t CHAPTER XXXI. Blunt, recogiiiing the meteoric heralds of danger, began to regret his obstinacy. He taw that a hurricane was approaching. . Along the south coast of the Australian continent, though tht usual westerly winds and gales of the highest latitudes prevail daring the greater portion of the year, hurricanes are not infrequent. Gales commence at N. W. with a low barometer, increasing st W. and S. W., and gradually veering to the south. True cyclones occur at New Zealaud. It was one of these rotatory storms, an escaped tempest of the tropics, which threatened the Lady Franklin. Rufua Dawes, exhausted with the excitement through. which he had passed, ha I slept for two or three hours, when he ws awakened by tha motion of the vessel going on the other tack. He roe to his feet and found bimself in complete d.'t.-kness. Overhead was the noise of trampling feet, and he could distin guish t!rt hoarse tones of Blunt bellowing order. Astonished at the absence of ihe n.oonlight which had so lately silvered the sea, he flung open the cabin window and looked out The cabin allotted to North was one of the two stern cabins, and from It the convict had a full view of the approaching storm. The sight was one of wild grandeur. The huge black cloud which hung in the horizon had changed Its shape. Instead of a curtain, it was an arch. Beneath this vast and magnificent portal shone a dull phosphoric light Across this livid, space pale flashes of sheetlightning passed noiselessly. Behind it was a dull and threatening murmur, made up of the grumbling thunder, the falling of rain, and the roar of contending wind and water. The lights of the prison-island had disappeared, so rapid had been the progress of the schooner under the steady breete, and the ocean stretched around, black and desolate. Gazing upon this gloomy expanse, Ru fus Dawes observed a strange phenomenon lightning appearing to burst upward from the sullen bosom of the sea At Intervals, the darkly rolling waves flashed fire, and streaks of flame shot upward. The tone of a woman's voice recalled him to himself. Cautiously unlocking the cabin door, he peered out. The cuddy wfls lighted by a swinging lamp which revealed Sylvia questioning one of the women concerning the storm. Locking the door, he proceeded hastily to dress himself in North's clothes. He would wait until his aid was absolutely required, and then rush out In the darkness Sylvia would mistake him for the priest, ne could convey her to the boat if recourse to the boats should be rendered necessary and then take the hazard of his fortune. While she wis In danger his place was near her. From the deck of the vessel the ene was appalling. The -clouds had closed in. The arch of light had disappeared and all was a dull, windy blacknesr. Gigantic seas seemed to mount In the horizon and sweep toward and upon them. It was as though the ship lay in the vortex of a whirlpool, so high on either side of her were piled the rough pyramidical masses of sea. The vessel lay almost on her beam ends, with her helm up, stripped even of tho sails which had been furled upon the yards. Mortal hands could do nothing for her. By 5 o'clock In the morning the gale had reached Its height The sea, pouring down through the burst hatchway, tore the door of the cuddy from its hinges. Sylvia found herself surrounded by a wildly surging torrent which threatened to overwhelm her. She. shrieked aloud for aid, but her voice was inaudible even to herself. Clinging to the mast which penetrated the little cuddy, she whispered a last prayer for succor. The door opened, and from, ou

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CLARICE the cabin came a figure clad in black. She looked up, and the light of the expiring lamp showed her a face that was not that of the man she had expected to see. Then a pair of dark eyes beaming ineffable love and pity were bent upon her, and a pair of dripping arms held her above the brine as she had once beea held in the misty mysterious days that were gone. In the terror of that moment, the cloud which had so long oppressed her brain passed from iL The action of the strange man before, her completed and explained the action of the convict chained to the Port Arthur coal wagons, of the convict kneei ng in the Norfolk 11and torture chamber. She remembered tbe terrible exierience of Macquarie Harbor. She recUled the evening of the boat building, when, swung into air by stalwart arms, she had promised the rescuing prisoner to plead for him with her kindred. Regaining her memory thus, all the agony and shame of the man's long life of misery became at once apparent to her. She understood how her husband had deceived her, and with what base injustice and falsehood he had bought her young lve. No question as to how this doubly condemned prisoner had escaped from the hideous isle of punishment she had quit occurred to her. She asked not even Lb hsr thoughts how it had been given, to him to supplant the chaplain in his place on board the vessel. ,She only considered, in her sudden awakening, the story of his wrongs, remembered only his marvelous ' fortitude and love, knew only, la this apparently last instant of her pure, Ul-fated life, that as he had 6aved her once from starvation and death, so had he come again to save her from despair. The eyes of the man and woman met in one long, wild gaze. Sylvia 6tretched out her white hands and smiled, and Richard Devine understood, in his turn, the story of the young girl's joyless life, and knew how she had been sacrificed. In the great cisis of our life, when, brought face to face with annihilation, we are suspended gasping over the great emptiness of death, we become conscious that the self which we think we k.ww so well has strange and unthougbt-of capacities. To describe a tempest of the elements is not easy, but to describe a tempest of the soul is impossible. Amidst the fury of such a tempest a thousand memories, ac bearing in Its breast the corpse of yome.'dead deed whose influence haunts us yei, are driven like feathers before the blast as unsubstantial and, as unregardeaV The mists which ßhroud our elf-knowledge become trans- -parent, and we are smitten with sadden, lightning-like comprehensions cf our own . misused power over our fate. This much we feel and know, bst who can coldly describe the hurricane which thus overwhelms him? As well ask the drowned mariaer to tell cf the marvel of mid-eea when the great deeps swallowed him and the darkness of death encompassed him round about Thc3 trro human beings felt that they had dofte with life. Together thus, alone in the very midst and presence cf cath, the distinctions of the world disappeared. Their, vision grew clear. They felt 03 beings whose bodies had already perished, and as they clasped bauds, their freed souls, recognizing each the lovcli- , ness of the other, rushed tremblingly together. In a stately home la "dear old England" a broi-xed, terious-faced man knows the peace and contentment that come only with the calm after the storo the rare joy of love requited, the solemn satisfaction of innocence vindicated, the "glory of sunlit lawns" and 'greca pastures and still waters." They who had robbed Rufus Dawes, convict, of the best years of his life could not restore their golden promise or fltoje lp e shipwreck of youth and early manhood. But they could tear the false veil from the past . The storm that swept the Lady Franklin to tht! cruel rocks drifted to a friendly shore the man and woman whe, clasped ia each other's arms, saw lore ineffable in each other's eyes for the first time.' Rufus Dawes escaped to England, Sylvia Frere followed on the next steamer, for, at the first port, she had learned of the death of Maurice Frere, br&iaed by the manacles of a convict he had goad ed to desperation the very night of the escape of the man he had so cruelly wronged. Then the world knew the story of the man who had twice saved her life knew as well of his innocence, and. Mr. North, reformed, repentant, from a quiet parish in Australia, supplied the -final evidence that cleared hh name of every bhek vestige of guilt As Sir Richard Devine, as a shipwrecked mariner safe with home, love and mother, the old Rufus Dawes became a man among men, notable for charity, probity and justice famous as the first to lift his hand to strike from the fair, false face of Tasmania the hideous mask that had converted into a living hll an earthly paradise, the foul plague-ppot of tbe universe to which he had been condemned "For the term of his natural life." (The end.) Itlffht to tbe Letter. A New Yorker was once referring to the etoli'Mty and llteral-mlndedness cf the British shopkeeper, when he was reminded of an amusing experience of a friend in London. The American had been making several purchases in a jewelry establish-' ment, among others a silver set and finding that he had with him Insu3clei.t funds to defray tbe entire cost he desired the clerk to send the set to, bis hotel, marked "C. O. D." Due note was made by the cleric; but when the articles arrived at .the hotel the ;nurchaser was surprised to find that no charges had been collected. Opening the package the American ws dumbfounded to discover that each piece of silver ad been carefully engraved. In a beautiful nonogram, "a O. D," Success Magazine. Taken at II er Word. Green Servant HI, mum, they's a man at the dure. Mlstresa Tell him to take a chair, I'll be down directly. Servant (a moment later) He's one, inunz.' Mistress I thought I told you to give him a chair and Servant An' so I did, muni, tbe big leather one, an he's gone wid It on his wagon. Cleveland News. Wbrrc He Wa. "Major Longbeau Uds such exciting stories of the civil war, doesn't he? "Yes, be does tell some good ones." "Which side was be on during the war?" "The other eide." "Confederate?" "No tbe other side of the Atlantic. Cleveland Leader. On the Go. Stuhl John, that new cxk Mrs. says she used to Ik? on the stage during her younger days. Mr. Stubb I don't doubt It Her past' record shows that she has been dolni; one-night stands with every family thai engaged her,

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