Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 31, Number 272, 29 October 1906 — Page 7

The Richmond Palladium, Monday, October 29, 1906.

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KATHERINE CECIL THURSTON, Author of "The Circle." Etc.

Copyrltfht. 1904. br CHAPTER XVI. I over. Loder breathed more I freely. If Lady Astrupp had ritsgs and had been rotfZtJjr to curiosity the incident would demand settlement sooner or later settlement in what proportion he could hazard no guess. If, on the other hand, her obvious change of manner bad arisen from any other source he had a hazy idea that a woman's behavior could never be ganged by accepted theories then he . had safeguarded Chilcote's interests and his own by his securing of Blessington's promise. Dlessington he knew would be reliable and discreet. With a renewal of confidence a pleasant feeling that his uneasiness had been groundless he moved forward to greet Eve. Her face, with its rich, clear coloring, seemed to his gaze to stand out from the crowd of other faces as from a frame, and a sense of pride touched him. Iu every eye but his own her beauty leIoiiged to him. His face looked alive and masterful as she reached his side. "May I monopolize you?" he said with the quickness of speech borrowed from Chilcote.' "We we see so little of each other." , Almost - as if compelled, her lashes lifted, and her eyes met his. Her glance was puzzled, uncertain, slightly confused. There was a deeper color than usual In her cheeks. Loder felt something within his own consciousness stir in response. "l'ou know you are yielding," he said. ' Again she blushed. He saw the blush and knew that it was he his words, his personality that had called It forth. . In Chilcote's actual semblance he had proved his superiority over Chilcote. For the first time he had been given a tacit, per sonal acknowledgment of his power. Involuntarily he drew nearer to her. "Let's get out of this crush." ' She made no answer except to bend ber head, and it came to him that.'fbr all : her pride, she liked and unconsciously yielded to domination. With a satisfied gesture he turned to make a passage toward the door. But the passage was more easily desired than made. In the few moments since he had entered the supper room the press of people had considerably thickened until a block had formed about the doorway. Drawing Eve with him he moved forward for a dozen paces, then paused, unable to make further headway. As they stood there he looked back at her. "What a study in democracy a crowd always is!" he said. She responded with a bright, appreciative glance, as if surprised into naturalness. He wondered sharply what she -would be like If her enthusiasms were really aroused. Then a stir in the corridor outside caused a movement inside the room, and with a certain display of persistence he was enabled to make a passage to the door. There again they were compelled to halt. But though tightly wedged Into his new position and guarding Eve with one arm. Loder was free to survey the brilliantly thronged corridor over the head of a man a few inches shorter than himself, who stood directly In front of him. "What arc we waiting for?" he asked good humoredly, addressing the 'back of the stranger's head. The man turned, displaying a genial face, a red mustache and an eyeglass. "Hullo, Chilcote!" he said. "Hope It's not on your feet I'm standing.' Loder laughed. "Xo," he said. "And don't change the position. If you were an inch higher I should be blind as well as crippled." The other laughed. It was a pleasant surprise. to find Chilcote amiable under discomfort. He looked round again in slight curiosity. ' Loder felt the scrutiny. To create a diversion he looked out along the corridor. "I believe we are waiting for something," he exclaimed. "What's this?" Then quite abruptly he ceased to speak. "Anything interesting?" Eve touched his arm. He said nothing. He made no effort to look round. His thought as well as his speech was suddenly suspended. The man in front of him let his eyeclass fall from his eye, then screwed it In again. "Jove," he exclaimed, "here comes our sorceress! It's like the progress of a fairy princess. I believe this is the meaning of our , getting penned In here." He chuckled delightedly. Loder said nothing. He stared straight on over the other's head. Along the corridor, agreeably conscious of the hum of admiration she aroused, came Lillian Astrupp, surrounded by a little court. Her delicate face was lit tip; her eyvdr-shone under the faint gleam of her hah; her gown of gold embroidery swept round her timpbant, but she was also excited. The excitement was evident in her laugh. In her gestures, in her eyes, as they turned quickly In one direction and then another. Loder, gazing In stupefaction over the other man's head, saw It felt an? understood It with a mind that leaped back over a space of years. As in a shifting panorama. he saw a night of disturbance and confusion in a faroft Italian valley a confusion from which one face shone out with something of the pale, alluring radiance that filtered over the hillside from the crescent moon. If passed across his consciousness slowly, but with a slow complete ness, and in its light the incidents of the past hour stood out In a new aspect. The echo of recollection stirred by Lady Bramfell's voice, the re-echo of it In the sister's tones; his own blindness, his own egregious assurance . -11.

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Meanwnue the party a"bout i.m:au drew nearer. He felt with instinctive certainty that the supper room was its destination, but he remained motion less, held by a species of fatalism. He watched her draw near with an unmoved face! but in the brief space that passed while she traversed the corridor he gauged to the full the hold that the new atmosphere, the new existence. bad gained over his mind. With an tin looked for rush of feeling he realized how dearly he would part with it. As Lillian came closer the meaning of her manner became clearer to him. She talked incessantly, laughing now and then, but her eyes were never quiet. These skimmed the length of the corridor, then glanced over the heads crowded in the doorway. "I'll have something quite sweet, Geoffrey," she was saying to the man beside her as she came within hearing. "You know what I like a sort of snow flake wrapped up in sugar." As she said the words her glance wandered. Loder saw it rest uninterestedly on a boy a yard or two In front of him, then move to the man over whose head be gazed, then lift Itself inevitably to his face. The glance was quick and direct. He saw the look of recognition spring across it; he saw her move forward suddenly as the crowd in the corridor parted to let her pass. Then he saw what seemed to him a miracle. Her whole expression altered, her lips parted, and she colored with annoyance. She looked like a spoiled child who, seeing a bonbon box, opens it to find it empty. As the press about ,the doorway melted to give her passage the red haired man in front of Loder was the first to take advantage of the space. "Jove, Lillian," he said, moving for ward, "yon look as if you expected Chilcote to be somebody else, and are disappointed to find he's only himself!" He laughed delightedly at his own Joke. The ; words were exactly the tonic Lillian needed. She smiled her usual undisturbed smile as she turned her eyes upon him. "My dear Leonard, you're using your eyeglass. When that happens you're never responsible for what you see." Her words came more slowly and with a touch of languid amusement. Her composure was suddenly restored. Then for the first time Loder changed his position. Moved by an impulse he made no effort to dissect, he stepped back to'Eve's side andglipped his arm through hers successfully concealing his left hand. The warmth of her skin through her long glove thrilled him unexpectedly, His impulse had been one of self defense, but the result was of a different character.7 "At the quick contact the wish to fight for to hold and de fend the position that had grown so dear woke In renewed force. With a new determination he turned again to ward Lillian. "I caught the same impression without an eyeglass," he said. "Why did you look like that?" He asked the question steadily and with apparent carelessness, though through it all his reason stood aghast his "common sense cried aloud that it was impossi ble for the eyes that had seen his face in "admiration, In love. In contempt, to fail now in recognition. The air seem ed breathless while he spoke and waited. His impression of Lillian was a mere shimmering of gold dress ancj gold hair; all that he was really conscious of was the pressure of his hainl on Eve's arm and the warmth "Do you see what I mean, JETref " of her skin through the soft glove. Then abruptly the mist lifted. He Iw uiuaus eyes inainereni. amused, slightly contemptuous, and a secsaw Lillian's eyes indifferent, amus ond later he heard her voice.

"My dear Jack," she said sweetly, "how absurd of you! It was simply the contrast of your eyes peering over Leonard's hair. It was like a gorgeous sunset with a black cloud overhead." She laughed. "Do you see what I mean. Eve?" She affected to see Eve for the first time. Eve had been looking calmly ahead. She turned new and smiled serenely. Loder felt no Yibration of the arm he held, yet by an .Instant Intuition he knew that the two women were antagonistic. He experienced it with the divination that follows upon a moment of acute suspense. He understood it, as he had understood Lillian's look of recognition when his forehead, eyes and nose had shown him to be himself; her blank surprise when his close shaven lip and chin had proclaimed him Chilcote. He felt like a ms who-has looked

into an abyss and stepped back from the edge, outwardly calm, but mentally shaken. The commonplaces of life seemed for the moment to hold deeper meanings. He did not hear Eve's answer; he paid no heed to Lillian's next remark. He saw her smile and turn to the red haired man; finally he saw her move on into the supper room, followed by her Jittle court. Then he pressed the arm he was 'still holding. He felt an urgent need of companionship, of a human expression to the crisis he had passed. "Shall we get out of this?" he asked again. . Eve looked up. "Out of the room?" she said. He looked down at her, compelling her gaze. "Out of the room and the house," he answered. "Let us gohome." CHAPTER XVII.

HE necessary formalities of departure were speedily got through. The passing of the corridors, the gaining of the carriage, seemed to Loder to be niarvelously simple proceedings. Then, as he sat by Eve's side and again felt the forward movement of the horses, he had leisure for the first time to wonder whether the time that had passed since last he occupied that position had actually been lived through. -Only that night he had unconsciously compared one incident in his life to a sketch in which the lights gjid shadows have been obliterated and lost. Now that picture rose before him, startlingiy and incredibly intact. He saw the sunlit houses of Santasalare,backgrounded by the sunli hills saw them as plainly as when he himself had sketched them on his memory. Every detail of the scene remained the same, even to the central figure; only the eye and the hand of the artist had changed. , At this point Eve broke In upon his thoughts. , Her first words were curiously coincidental. "What did you think of Lillian Astrupp tonigh" she asked. "Wasn't her gown perfect?" , Loder lifted his head with an almost guilty start. Then he answered straight from his thoughts. "I I didn't notice it," he said, "but her eyes reminded me of a cat's eyes and she walks like a cat. I never seemed to see ituntil tonight." Eve changed her position. "She was yery artistic," sue saia ; tentatively. Don't you think the gold gown was beautiful with her pale colored hair?" Loder felt surprised. He was con vinced that Eve disliked the other. and he was not sufficiently versed in women to understand her praise." "I thought" he began. Then he wisely stopped. "I didn't see the gown," he substituted. . V How Eve looked out of the window. unappreciative men are!" she said. But her tone was strangely free from cen sure. After this there was silence until Grosvenor square was reached. Having left the carriage and passed into the house, Eve paused for a moment at the foot of the stairs to give an order to Crapbam, who was .still in attendance in the ball, and again Loder had an opportunity of studying her. As he looked a sharp comparison rose to his mind. "A fairy princess!" he had heard the red haired man say as Lillian Astrupp came into view along the Bramfells corridor, and the simile had seemed particularly apt. With her grace, her delicacy, her subtle attraction, she might well be the outcome of imagination. But with Eve it was different. She also was graceful and attractive, but it was grace and attraction of a different order. One was beautiful with the beauty of the white rose that springs from the hothouse and withers at the first touch, of cold r" the other with the beauty of the wild rose on the cliffs above the sea, that keeps its petals fine and transparent in face of salt spray and wet mist. Eve, too, had her realm, but it was the realm of real things. A great confidence, a feeling that here one might rely even if all other faiths were shaken, touched him suddenly. For a moment he stood irresolute, watching her mount the stairs with her easy, assured step. Then a determination came to him. Fate favored him tonight; he was in luck tonight. He would put his fortune to one more test. He - swung across the hall and ran up the stairs. His face was keen with interest as he reached her side. The hard outline of his features and the hard grayness of his eyes were softened as when he had paused to talk with Lakeley. Action was the breath of his life, and his face changed under it . as another's might change under the influence of stirring music or good wine. Eve saw the look and again the uneasy expression of surprise crossed her eyes. She paused, her hand resting on the banister. Loder looked at her directly. "Will you come into the study as you came that other night? There's something I want to say." He spoke quietly. He felt master of himself and her. She hesitated, glanced at him and then glanced away. "Will you come?" he said again. And as he said it his eyes rested on the sweep of her thick eyelashes, the curve of the back hair. At last her lashes lifted and the perplexity and doubt in, her blue eyes stirred him. Without waiting for her answer, he leaned forward. "Say yes!" he urged. "I don't often ask for favors." . estm sne nesitatea. unen ner aeasioa "was made for her. With a new bold ness he touched her arm, drawing her forward gently but decisively toward Chilcote's rooms. - ' j In the study a fire burned brightly, the desk was laden with papers, the lights were nicely adjusted, even the chairs were In their accustomed places. Loder's senses responded to each suggestion. It seemed but a day since he had seen It last. It was precisely as he had left it the niche needing but the man. To hide his emotion he crossed the floor quickly and drew a chair- forward. In less , than six hours he had run up and down the scale of emotions. He had looked despair in the face till the sudden sight of Chilcote had lifted him to the skies; since then surprise had assailed him In its strongest form; he had known the full meaning of the word "risk," and from every contingency he had come ont conqueror. He bent over the chair as he pulled it for

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Eve moved toward him. She moved slowly, as if half afraid. Many emo tions stirred her distrust, uncertainty and a curious half dominant, half sup pressed questioning that it was difficult to define. Loder remembered her shrinking coldness, her reluctant toler ance on the night of his first coming. and his individuality, his certainty of power, kindled afresh. Never had he been so vehemently himself; never had Chilcote seemed so complete a shadow. A3 Eve seated herself he moved for ward and leaned over the back of his chair. The impulse thai had filled him in his Interview with Renwick. that had goaded him as he drove to the re ception, was dominant again. "I tried to say something as we drove to the Bramfells' tonight," he began. Like many men who possess eloquence for an impersonal cause, he was brusque, even blunt, in the stating of his own case. "May I hark back, and go on from where I broke off?" Eve half turned. Her face was still puzzled and questioning. "Of course." She sat forward again, clasping her hands. He looked thoughtfully, at the back of her head, at the slim outline of, her shoulders, the glitter of the diamonds about her neck. - "Do you remember the, day. three weeks ago, that we talked together in this room the day a great many things seemed possible?" This time she did not; look round. She kept her gaze upon the fire. "Do you remember?" "he persisted quietly. - In his' college days men who heard that tone of quiet persistence had been wont to lose' heartJ Eve heard it now for the .first time and, without being aware, answered to It. ."Yes, I remember," she said. "On that day you believed in me." In his earnestness he no longer simulated Chilcote; he spoke with his own steady reliance. He saw - Eve stir, unclasp and clasp her hands, but he went steadily on. "On that day you saw me in a new light. You acknowledged me." .He emphasized the slightly peculiar word. "But since that day" his voice quickened "since that day your feelings hare changed, your faith in me has fallen away." He watched her close ft but she made no sign, save to lean still nearer to the fire. He crossed hU arms over the back of her chair. "Yoyx were justified he said suddenly. "I've not been myself since that day." As he said the words his coolness . forsook him slightly. He loathed the necessary lie, yet his egotism clamored for vindica tion. "All men have their "lapses," he went on. "There are times there are days and weeks when I when my'VThe word "nerves" touched his tongue, hung upon it, then died -away unspoken. : " Very quietly, almost without a sound, Eve had risen and turned toward him. She was standing very straight, her'face a little pale, the hand that rested on the arm of , her chair trembling slightly. " j ; . "John," she said quickly, "don't say that word!. Don't say that hideous word "nerves!' I don't feel that I can bear it tonight not just tonight. Can you understand?" i Loder stepped back. Without com- 1 prehending, he felt suddenly and strangely at a loss. Something In her face struck him silent and perplexed. It seemed that without preparation he had stepped upon dangerous ground. With an undefined appreiiension, he waited, looking at her. "I can't explain it," she went on with nervous haste, "I can't give any reasons, but quite suddenly the the farce has grown unbearable. " I used not to think used not even to care but suddenly things have changed or I have changed." She paused, confused and distressed. "Why should it be? Why should things change?" She asked the question sharply, as if in appeal against her own incredulity. Loder turned aside. He was afraid of the tritfmph, volcanic and irrepressible, that her admission roused. "Why?" she said again. He turned slowly back. "You forget that I'm not a magician," he said gently. "I hardly know what you are speaking of." For a moment she was silent, but in that moment her eyes spoke. Pain, distress, pride, all strove for expression; then at last her lips parted. "Do you say that in seriousness?" she asked. . It was no moment for fencing, and Loder knew it. "In seriousness," he replied shortly. "Then I shall speak seriously too.' Her voice shook slightly and the color came back into her face, but the hand on the arm of the chair ceased to tremble. "For more than four years I have known that you take drugs for more than four years I have acquiesced in your deceptions, in your mean nesses" . There was an instant's silence. Then Loder stepped forward. "You knew for four years?" he said. very slowly. For the first time that night he remembered Chilcote and forgot himself. Eve lifted her head with a quick gesture, as if, in flinging off discretion and silence, she appreciated to the full the new relief of speech"Yes, I knew. Perhaps I should have spoken when I first surprised the secret, but If s all so past that it's useless to speculate now.. It was fate, I suppose. I was very young, you were very unapproachable, and! and we had no love to make the way easy." For a second ' her glance faltered and she looked away. "A woman's a girl's disillusioning is a very sad comedy It should never have an audience." She laughed a little bitterly as she looked back again. "I saw all the deceits, all the subterfuges, all the lies." She said the word deliberately, meeting his eyes. ' Again he thought of Chilcote, but his face paled. "I saw It alL I lived with It an till I grew hard and indifferent till I acquiesced in your 'nerves as readily as the rest of the world that hadn't suspected and didn't know." V. Again she laughed nervously. "And I thought the indifference would last forever. If one lives In a groove for years, one gets frozen up. I - never felt more frozen than on the night Mr. Fraide spoke to me of you asked me to use my influence; then, on that night" . "Yes. On that night Y. Loder's roice was tense. , , Jtot fci yiUemant had suddenly fait-,

en. wnetner qis glance oaa queuea it or whether the force of her feelings had worked itself out it was Impossible to say but her eyes had lost their resolution. She stood hesitating for a raomenf, then she turned and moved to the mantelpiece. "That night you found me changed?" Loder was insistent. "Changed and yet not changed." She spoke reluctantly, with averted head. "And what did you think 7" Again she was silent. Then again a faint excitement tinged her cheeks. "I thought" she began. "It seemed" Once more she paused, hampered by her own. uncertainty, her own sense of puzzling incongruity. "I don't know why I speak like this," she went on at last, as if in justification of herself, "or why I want to speak. But a feeling an extraordinary, incomprehensible feeling seems to urge ue on.

The same feeling that came to me on the day we had tea together the feel ing that made me that almost made me believe" "Believe what?" The words escaped him without volition. At sound of his voice she turned. "Believe that a miracle happened," she said; "that you had found strength, had freed yourself." "From morphia?" "From morphia." In the silence that followed Loder lived through a century of suggestion and indecision. His first feeling was for himself, but his first clear thought was for Chilcote and their compact. He stood, metaphorically, on a stone In fhe middle of a stream, balancing on one foot, then on the other; looking to the right bank, then to the left. At last, as it always did, inspiration came to him slowly. He realized that by one plunge he might save both Chil cote and himself. He crossed quickly to the fireplace and stood by Eve. "You were right in your belief," he said. "For all that time, from the night you spoke to me of Fraide to the day you had tea in this room, I never touched a drug." She moved suddenly, and he saw her face. "John," she said unsteadily, "you ii nave Known you to ne to me about other things." With a hasty movement he averted his head. The doubt, the appeal In her words', shocked him. The whole isola tion of her life seemed summed up in the one short sentence. For the instant he forgot Chilcote. With a reaction of feeling he turned to her again. "Look at me!" he said brusquely. She raised her eyes. 'Do you believe I'm speaking the truth?" ; She searched his eyes Intently, the doubt and hesitancy still struggling In her face. ' "But the last three weeks?" she said reluctantly. "How can you ask me to believe?" He had expected this and he met It steadily enough. . .Nevertheless his courage faltered. To deceive this woman, even to justify himself, had in the last half hour become something sacrilegious. '"The last three weeks must be buried," he said hurriedly. "No man could free himself suddenly from from a rice He broke off abruDtlv. He hated Chilcote; he hated himself. Then Eve's face, raised in distressed appeal, overshadowed all scruples. "You have been silent and patient for years," he said suddenly. "Can you be patient and silent a little, longer?" He spoke without consideration. He was conscious of no selfishness beneath his words. In the first exercise of conscious strength the primitive desire to reduce all elements to his own sovereignty submerged every other emotion. "I can't enter into the thing," he said; "like you, I give no explanations. I can only tell you that on the day we talked together in this room I was myself in the full possession of my reason, the full knowledge of my own capacities. The man you have known, In the last three weeks, the man you have imagined in the last four j-ears, is a shadow, an unreality a weakness in human form. There is a new Chilcote if you will only see him." Eve was trembling as he ceased; her face was flushed; there was a strange brightness in her eyes. She was moved beyond herself. "But the other you the old you?" "You must be patient." He looked down into the fire. "Times like the last three weeks will come again must come again; they are inevitable. When they do come, you must shut your eyes you must blind yourself. You must ignore them and me. Is it a compact?" He still avoided her eyes. She turned to him quietly. - "Yes if you wish it," she said, below her breath. He was conscious of her glance, but he dared not meet it. He felt sick at the part he was playing, yet he held to it tenaciously. "I wonder if you could do what few men andfewer women are capable of?" he asked at last. "I wonder if you could learn to live in the present?" He lifted his head slowly and met her eyes. "This is an an experiment," he went on. "And, like all experiments, it has good phases and bad. When the bad phases come round I I want ", I haven't got the right." sou to tell yourself that .you are not J

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Of Golden Seal root, which if one of the prominent ingredients of "Golden Medical Discovery fn Dr. Roberts Bartholow, of Jefferson Medical College, says: "Very useful a a stomachic (stomach) tonic and in atonic dyspepsia. Cures gastric (stomach) catarrh and beadaches accompanying affHf Dr. Grover Coe,f New York, says: "Hydrastis (GMdeift Seal root) exercises an especial imTuence over mucous surfaces. Upon thefiver it acta with equal certainty and efturaey. As a cholagogue (liver invigoratpr) "it has few equals." Dr. Coe also adAises it for affections of the spleen and mther abdominal viscera generally ,vand ffor scrofulous and glanduiar aisea&egJcutaneous eruptions! iningestion, deBiiity, ea. constipation. u .eral affections in all chronic peculiar to wpmen. derangement liver, also for, enronic n of bladder, fc whic 'it is one of most of cure Pr M D , 1st incinnat ERICAJf DISPENSATORY, givi promineac place among medicinal ates all it, as does also Prof. John M. Scudder, M. D., late of Cincinnati. Dr. Scudder says : . " It stimulates the digestive processes and increases the assimilation of food. By these means the blood i$ enriched. " the consequent improvement on the glandular and nervous systems are natural results." Dr. Scudder further says, "in relation to its general effect upon the system, there is no medicine in use about which there is such general unanimity of opinion. It is universally regarded as the tonic, useful la all debilitated states ." altogether alone in your umappmess that I am suffering too in another way." There was silence . when he had spoken, and for a space it seemed that Eve would make ho response. Then the last surprise in a day of surprises came to him. With a slight stir, a slight, quick rustle of skirts, she stepped forward and laid her hand in his. The gesture was - simple and very sweet. Her eyes were soft and full of light as she raised her face to his, her Hps parted In unconscious appeal. There is no surrender so seductive as the surrender of a proud woman. Loder's blood stirred, the undeniable suggestion of the moment thrilled and disconcerted him In a . tumult of thought. Uonor, duty, principle, rose in a triple barrier; but honor, duty and principle are but words to a headstrong man. Tne run sjgmncance or nis position came to him as it bad never come before. His hand closed on. hers; he bent toward her, his pulses beating un evenly. "Ever' he said. Then at the sound of his voice, he suddenly hesitated. It was the voice of a man who has forgotten everything but his own existence. For an instant he stayed motionless. Then very quietly he drew away from her, releasing her hands. "No." he said. "2io, I haven't got the right." CHAPTER XVIII. HAT night for almost the first time since he had adopted his dual role Eoder slept ill. He was not a man over whom im agination held any powerful sway. His doubts and misgivings seldom ran to speculation upon future possibilities. Nevertheless, the fact that, consciously or unconsciously, he had adopted a new attitude toward Eve came home to him with unpleasant force during the hours of darkness, and long before the first hint of daylight had slipped through the heavy window curtains he had arranged a plan of action a plan wherein, by the simple method of altogether avoiding her, he might soothe his own conscience and safeguard Chilcote's domestic interests. It was a satisfactory If a somewhat negative arrangement, and he rose next morning with a feeling that things had begun to shape themselves. But chance sometimes has a disconcerting knack of forestalling even our best planned schemes. He dressed slowly and descended to his solitary breakfast with the pleasant sensation of having put last night out of consideration by the turning over of a new leaf, but scarce ly had he opened Chilcote's letters, scarcely bad be taken a cursory glance at the morning's newspaper than it was borne in upon him that not only a new leaf, but a whole sheaf of new leaves, bad been turned in his prospects by a hand Infinitely more powerful and arbitrary than his own. He realized within the space of a few moments that the leisure Eve might have claimed, the leisure he might have been tempted to devote to her, was no longer his to dispose of, being already demanded of him from a quarter that allowed of no refusal. For the first rumbling of the political earthquake that was to shake the country made itself audible beyond denial on that morning of March 27 when the news spread through England that. In view of the disorganised state of the Persian army and . the shah's conseeuent inability to sunuress the oneu In

Prof. Finley Ellingwood. M. D., of Bennett Medical College, Chicago, says of Golden Seal root r "It is a most superior remedy in catarrhal -'gastritis (inflammation of the stomach ,chronio constipation, general debiUty, in con

vaiescenee from protracted fevers. prostrating night-sweats. If is ai port ant remedy in disorders of thej t i nis agent, .ouien seai rtxr; is aa important ingredient of DrPierce's Favorite Prescription for woman's weaknesses, as well as of the "(yTiden Medical Discovery.") Dr. EJliygwood continues, "in all catarrhal onditions it is useful." Much more, did spac permit, could be quoted from promilient authorities as to the wonderful cjp-tie properties possessed by Golden Aal root. We want to aasie the reader that "Golden Medical discovery can be relied upon to do ml that is claimed for Golden Seal root the cure of all the various disease as set forth in the above brief nUracts, for its most prominent andiimportant ingredient is Golden Seal not. This agent is, bowever, strongly rein forced, and its curative action Jreatly enhanced by the addition, icrjust the right proportion of QueenW root, StoDe root, Black Cherry baA, Blood root. Mandrake root and cbenically pure glycerine. All of these an happily and harmoniously oienaev mio a most periect pnari .sV . . cal compound, now favorably knowa throughout most of the civilised couiflriea of the world. Bear in mind thtTeach and every ingredient entering the " Discovery " ha-i received the orsemenT ol ifladine medical oj our iandfttho extol each article amej acovf in (lie higlt tensT What other medicine; put up tor stTg through drups7nLif fan (how nv tuen professional entiorsemfii ? Tor . dyspepsia, liver troubles, ail chronic catarrhal affections of whatever name or nature, lingering cough8! bronchial, throat and lung affections, the "Discovery" can be relied upon as a sovereign remedy. A little book of extracts treating of all the several ingredients entering into Dr. Pierce's medicines, being extracts from standard medical works, of the different schools of practice will be mailed free to any one asking (by postal card or letter), for the same, addressed to Dr. R. V. Pierce, Buffalo, N. Y., and giving the writer's fail post-office address plainly written. Don't accept a substitute of unknown composition for this non-secret mkdiCI.KE OF KNOWN COM POKITIOM. surrection of the border tribes in.tfet northeastern districts of Meshed. Rut sla, with a great show of magnanimity, had come to the rescue by dispatching n larpp nrmMl fnrrA f mm her tnllitarv station at Merr across the Persian frontier to the seat of the disturbance. To many hundreds of Englishmen who read their papers on that morning this announcement conveyed but little. That there is sucn a country as Persia we all know, that English Interests predominate In the south and Russian interests in the north we have all superficially understood from childhood, but in this knowledge, coupled with the fact that Persia Is comfortably far away, we are ape io rest conieni. ins only to the eyes that see through long distance glasses, the minds that regard the present as nothing more or less than an inevitable link joining the future to the past, that this distant, debatable land stands out in Its true political significance. To the average reader of news the statement of Russia's move seemed scarcely more important than had the first report of the border risings in January, but to the men who had watched the growth of the disturbance It came charged with portentous meaning. Through the entire ranks of tb opposition, from Fraide himself downward. It caused a thrill of expectation that peculiar prophetic sensation that every politician has experienced at some moment of bis career. (To Be Continued.) The Palladium gives a dollar each week for the best piece of news "tipced off" to It. MADE AT TK2 GRCATV rtAATfH lVnnKil ATT Cha&lirnancr

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