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THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

A READING LESSON. "mr J06BPXIINE POIXABD.

They sat in a dnsky corner, Turning the leaves of a book, O'er each pictare fair,

Or legend there,

Bending with eager look.

She was a modest maiden, And he was a timid youth And the volume they view

Together—these two— Is a bit of Action, forsooth.

And there wasn't as pretty a pictare In all the book, 111 engage, As the one that leaned—

By the twilight screened— ,.•* -j. Well over the printed page Ms- $

His tresses with hers so blending They turned to a lighter shade while the cheek of thejyonth

Was in very truth As red as the cneek of the maid. The shadows began to deepen, 5 The printed page was a blur

Yet he did not close

-OR, THE-

A TALE OF THE LUMBER REGION

BY MORRIS REDWING, Author of "Blind Nell."

CHAPTER IV.

UNDER THE KNIFE.

Dr. Lemuel Wells was intent on seeing Ola Rivers, and cared not to meet with other members of the household. From his young friend Joe Cross, the doctor had learned that Ola spent most of her time in the mill agent's kitchen. In the evening she would most likely ^0 ftlODO#

When the doctor gained the vicinity of the bouse, he skirted the grounds, leaped the fence and went around to the back apartments.

Alight glimmered through a window. "This must be the kitchen, thought the doctor, as he moved toward the

Just then a woman's scream came to his ears. The sound issued from the vicinity of the light. •'A woman in trouble. It may be Ola," muttered Dr. Wells, as he bounded rapidly forward.

Just as the brutal Craven Brawler was about to press his coarse, sensual lips jipon the pale cheek of poor Ola, a tall form bounded into the room. A crash followed, and Craven Brawler lay stunned and bleeding at the doctor's feet.

Ola uttered a startled cry and sprang •away, her face whits to the lips. "Are you hurt, Miss Rivers?" questioned the doctor, in atone evincing the deepest concern.

The girl cast a look of gratitude into the haudsome face before her. "No, only frightened," returned Ola,, with ajshuikler. "I owe you thanks for this tiuaoly assistance." "Dou't moutlon it. Who is that man —a tramp? he asked, poiutiug to the prostrate vlllian. "No. He is my mother's brother." "Your mother's brother?" the doctor whispered, with a start of surprise. "Airs. Gaylord's brother." "But sho is not your mother?" "No," answered the girl, quickly, a moist light gathering in her blue eyes. "Mv own mother is (load." "Vou are Ola Rivers? You are an orphan?" "Yes," a surprised look touching hor face. She wondered how a stranger knew even this much of her history. "I am Dr. Wells," said the gentleman, after a short pause. "I came here on purpose to see yoH." "To seo me?"

Just then Craven Brawler staggered to his feet, his face lurid with passion. He advanced savagely upon the doctor.

He found himself seized by a powerful hand aud hurled back into the corner of the room. Once more the vitlian gather himself up, a terrible oath falling from his lips. "By Heaven! you shall pay for this!" growled Brawler, through clenched teeth.

The next moment he held a cocked derringer in his hand, leveled at the doctor's head.

Ola saw the movement and uttered a terrified scream. Dr. Well8saw his danger and bounded forward to strike the weapon from the hand of his brutal enemy. He was not quick enough, however.

Then came a sharp report, tho ball last grazing the cheek of the doctor and tourryiug itself iu the wall.

Brawler uttered an oath, as be saw that he had failed in his murderous intent, and dalrted toward the open door. "Hello! What's the meaning of this row in mv house?"

Simon Gaylord strodo into the room from the hall, the sound of the struggle in the kitchen having reached his ears while be sat conversing with his wife in the parlor.

Behind the mill agent came Mrs. Gaylord, her face pale with sndden fear, induced by the report of the pistol.

Craven Brawler paused In the onter door. He opened his Hps to speak, bnt ere he could otter a word, Dr. Wells turned to the pompous agent and related what had happened in a few words. "It's a lie!" growled Brawler. "I caiae in to see Ola and was having a little chat 'with her, when this fellow made an assault upon me."

A frown settled upon Gaylord's face. "So, so," he muttered. "Dr. Wells, •what business had you here In this part of the house? If you wished to see me, you ought toJTknow better than to seek xae in the kitchen." "But I did not wish toj see you. I oame to see Miss Rivers." "Ah! yon area friend of hers, eh?" "I am, certainly." "How long since? You area stranger in Rock Elm how come you to know wkj daughter?" r**It matters not. I do know her. I am her friend and If yonder cur laya bands on her sgain, It will be worse for him. I should think you, Mr. Gaylord, would see that Miss Rivers was free

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The book, nor propose A change of employment*

Bat as in their eager reading ,-..t Their hads together had met,- (,i t,, In the same warm clasp,

More than friendly grasp, They lingered,and lingered yet^...

Nor needed they for a moment In each other's face to look For the secret guessed

Was at oDce confessed, Ahd each heart was an open book! —New York Ledger.

From the Novelist.

from insult while under your roof. Certainly she has a right to your protection. The plain words of the doctor were not relished by Gaylord. His heavy face grew scarlet. "I think I am capaple of managing my own affairs without your interference, Dr. Wells," sneered the agent, curtly. "As for Mr. Brawler, yonder, he is my brother-in-law, and Ola Rivers is his betrothed wife. I think you have interfered in a little lover's quarrel, which is no concorn of yours, and you will please me by keeping your place hereafter. Dr. Wells, we will excuse you now."

But Dr. Wells would not be excused thus summarily. He turned to Ola, wAo sat pale and silent in her chair. "Miss Rivers, I shall make it a point to see that yonder brute keeps his distance, hereafter. If you ever need a friend, call upon me I will protect you. If Mr. Gaylord has not the manliness to protect his daughter from insult—"

Before the doctor could speak further, a heavy hand came down upon his shoulder, turning him half around, facing the mill agent, who was trembling with rage. "Impudent puppy!" he growled sharply, "I can protect my child insult. You, who have no claim her, no acquaintance even, assume to walk in and play the role of defender of innocence. You have offended all decency. Go from here at once, and save me the trouble of kicking you out." "Simon Gaylord, bewarel" "What! do yon threaten me?" thundered the old man. "You sneaking impostor, what do you mean?" "I mean to see fair play. ThiB poor girl has been abused by you and your wife, beyond measure. You have made a drudge of her for years, torturing her In body and mind, simply to gratify

your

mean, sordid'natures. The voice of her dead mother cries out from beyond the grave against you. Simon Gaylord, beware! The day of reckoning is at band."

The gray eyes of the doctor were piercing through and through the gailtv soul of the pompous Gaylora. He shrank back as it under the lash. "Ola," said Dr. Wells, turning once more to the shrinking, silent figure in the chair, "I have uttered no idle words: I am your friend, as I am the friend of all the suffering. Trust me you shall not bo left much longer to the tender mercies of these miscreants.''

Gaylord advanced once more, trembling with rage and inward fear. What or why he feared, he could not tell, yet ho did fear his craven heart was weak, but he could not, for his life, explain the reason therefor.

The bearing and words of Dr. Wells were bold and defiant. There was a mystery ahout the man that puzzled the old agent not a little.

Dr. Wells! The name brought unpleasant memories crowding thick and fast upon the brain of Simon Gaylord. "See here," said the old man, in a milder tone than formerly, "I don't ask you to befriend this girl. She is my daughter, and I think I can care for her without help." "I hope so, sir. In that case, you will see that Brawler holds himself aloof from your house at present." "My house is open to any one who wears the garb of a gentleman. Ola will soon marry Mr. Brawler, and—" "Oh, sir, never, never!" exclaimed Ola, rising suddenly to her feet. "Don't believe that I could ever become the wife of that man."

The girl's blue eyes, moist with tears, were turned appealingly to her new friend.

Though an utter stranger to her, Ola felt that she could trusfethe young doctor. He had evinoed his friendly interest in a most signal manner, and she grew Strong unaer the influence of his presence. "This Brawler shall not barm you, Miss Rivers," he said, in a kindly, reassuring tone. "You see, Mr. Gaylord, this girl refuses to marry your relative. You will cease to urge this matter further." "I'll not debate my family affairs with 'on, sir," thundered Gaylord, growiug told once more. "Olaj go to your room."

With an appealing glance into the handsome face of the doctor, the girl moved away. "Now," cried the mill agent, turning upon Wells, "I'll excuse you, sir. Your impertinence is unbearable." "1 will go now, but you may hear from me again ere long."

The doctor turned and walked to the door. Craven Brawler no longer barred the way. He bad departed suddenly and silently. "The impudent quack!" sneered Mrs. Gaylord. "fhe words reached the ear of Dr. Wells. He turned suddenly and faced the woman, with a steely glitter in his eyes. "Mrs. Gaylord, do you think it w%a a quack who prepared the subtle drug that closed the eyes of your rival forever in the silent sleep of death?"

The lips of the speaker were curled in something like a sneer as the words came forth sharp and cutting.

The woman uttered a quick, gasping cry. Her husband stood rooted to the floor, his heavy face changing from red to white in an instant's time. "Guilty!" mentally commented the doctor.

With a quaking heart, Simon Gaylord advanced to the front. "Who, in Heaven's name, are you?" he gasped, chokingly. "I am Dr. Wells." -s.

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Gaylord grasped the young physician's arm and studied his features narrowly. "No, no," he muttered, "you are not —you cannot be Dr. Wells, and yet—and yet—" "And yet I am Dr. Wells, nevertheless. Nemesis ia on your track. Simon Gaylord. The eve of the All-seeing-One is on you. Beyond the grave comes the voice of one crying out in thunder tones against the deep damnation of her taking off. Beware, Simon Gaylord, beware! The day of reckoning is at hand. Allow me to bid you good night."

With these words Dr. Wells turned on his heel and buried his tall form in the darkness of the night.

The young man leaped the fence. He had hardly gained a footing on the opposite side, when he felt a powerful pair of arms clutching him, and the next moment be was hurled to the ground with stunning force. "I've got you now, you miserable sneak!" growled a deep voice.

The next moment a bright blade gleamed in the starlight, above the breast of Dr. Wells.

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CHAPTER V.

DR. WELLS AND JOKLLA.

Joseph Cross had been in the employ of Simon Gaylord nearly a week before be bethought himself to pay another visit to the mill agent's mansion. From the day that he first met the sgsntfs pale faced, blue eyed kitchen girl. tbe youth ielt a change come over him.

Olft fascinated him wondrooaly. He discarded his faded old cap, and purchased a more stylish tile. His toilet was carefully attended to, and, altogeth

•'TEKKHJ HAUTE SATURDAY EVHN1NG- JVl A IK

er, a noticeable change had been marked in the young "tramp's" outward appearanoe.

Piling lumber blistered his hands and fatigued him greatly. He was unused to hard labor. He had an object in view, however, and felt that the accomplishment of that object was worthy of any sacrifice.

One evening the stage

brought

a letter

for "Joseph Cross, Esq." On the inside a few words were scrawled in a rough, business band. "W. B.—What have you discovered? Time is flying. Something must be done. Hurry up your investigations and report. "Young affectionately, N. B."

A smile flitted,across the fabe of young Cross. "The old gentleman is growing impatient," he muttered.

"He

can't expect

me to unearth Gaylord's rascality in a minute. It won't pay to hurry too fast. I'm going to have a little flirtation with Miss Rivers first. Combine business with pleasure, so to speak."

Young Cross prepared a careful toilet up stairs, over the men's room, and came down dressed in a bran-new suit of sheep's gray.

The clothes fitted him rather loosely, and were hardly an improvement on his blue jeans. However, it would not do to "rig up" too nicely. Old Gaylord might suspect something. "Now for a call on my pretty kitchen maid," muttered Cross, as he descended stairs. "Hello,'Joe! What's to pay now?" cried one of the mill hands, as the piler gained the lower room. "Going up to Gay's." S "To see the gal, eh?" $§ ,5 "Like enough."

"Better look sharp, boy. Dr. Wells'll cut you out." ,* "Dr. Wells?" "Yes, Dr. Wells. I saw him going toward old Swell Top's not an hour ago. He's soft on Miss Ola, too, I reckon," and tho man chuckled audibly.

Joe passed on without replying. There was no moon, but the bright starlight rendered the night anything but gloomy.

Like Dr. Wells, our youthful friend did not care' to meet the elders of the family, and he too skirted the grounds, intending to make his way to the back of the house.

Cross bad passed but a few yards along by the fence, when the sound of a scuffle reached his ears. Two dark forms were struggling desperately only a few yards distant.

Soon they went down.CJVM Cross bounded forward. 'VJ&K- *1* The gleam of an upraised knife caught his eye. With a quick, powerful blow, the youth struck the would, be assassin under the ear, tumbling him over like a log.

Instantly Dr. Wells sprang to his feet with a glad cry of surprise. "Dr. Wells!" exclaimed Cross. -v "Joseph Cross!" v. "What are you doing here?" questioned the youth. "I've been to Gaylord's. How does it come that you are out here, then? The walk is ten rods from here."

MISS

Rivers

is ac home." "At home? Yes, but she has retired. So you were going to see Ola Rivers, eh? You won't see her to-night. Better return with mo."

With a feeling of disappointment, Cross walked away with his friend. Dr. Wells explained bis night's adventure as they walked along.

Cross knitted his brows and bit his lip. He was not pleased to learn that this handsome young doctor had got ahead of him at Gaylord's.

What more natural than that this simple backwoods girl should fall in love with tho man who had rendered her such signal service? "But why should I care?" thought Cross. "I have no interest here. Ola Rivers is nothing to me."

The youth tried to satisfy himself with this reasoning, but failed miserably. The fact was, Joe Cross was In love, but did not know it just then.

Joe Cross turned on the street leading to bis boarding house, while his companion continued on to the Elm House.

On the evening following ihe night of his adventures at Gaylord's, Dr. Wells walked out of the village to the northward. He had not forgotten his promise to Joella and her mother on the previous day.

Jo Tyler met the doctor In the door. "Come, agreeable to promise, I suppose," said Jo, the moment the door was opened. "Mother's quite smart this morning. Sho thinks you're a mighty likely doctor." "Indeed. And you?" "Oh, I presume you're clever enough," returned the girl, with alight laugh, "but I think it was mother's faith rather than Dr. Wells' medicine, that cured her so quickly."

The doctor smiled at the girl's blunt-, ness, and passed into the house. He found Mrs. Tyler sitting up, feeling "quite smart," as she expressed it

The doctor noticed that she was pale and nervous, however, and knew that there was something preying on her mind.

He did not question her, but after gaining the outside of the house, where he sgain met Jo, he mentioned what be hadatecovered to her.

For the first time since he had met her, a cloud darkened the bright faoe of Joe Tyler. "There's trouble brewing, Dr. Wells," ssld the girl. "Trouble?" -Yes, and father's in it. too." "I do not understand." $ "Of course yon don't." "Will you please explain?" "It's a secret." "Then, of course I have no right to the knowledge. Does it concern you, too, Miss Tyler?" "There you go, sir/' cried Joe, With a playful frown. "You admitted that yon had no right to know, and now, in die next breath, yon try to have me tell. Buiyou can't I'm teo sharp for yeo, doctor." 1 "Indeed yon are." ««0f coarse I am but as yon seem fe anxious, if you'll promise to keep mom, IU tell you,"

"Mum's the word,"laughed the doctor. "Ther's going to be a high old time pretty soon," said the girl, her brown eyes flaming. "This whole country'll feel it, I tell you." "It must be something terrible." "It is. There's wrongs to be righted, and some one's got to suffer. I'm sorry for poor Ola, though. She ain't to blame. I'm going over to see her soon and coax her to come here for a while till the storm blows over."

The doctor was painfully interested. "Well?" he questioned. '•Sime Gaylord's a mean old skinflint."

The doctor nodded. -g "You agree with me then?" "Perhaps." "He hasn't paid his men in two months." "ThatIs bad."* "Bad! It's downright wicked. The men won't stand it. We ain't rich, doctor you have discovered that yourself. Mother's illness comes of being half starved. Do you believe it?" "Is it possible?" "Yes. Gaylord owes father sixty dollars, a princely sum in our eyes to you it may seem paltry enough. Others are in the same fix. There's growling all around. The men won't stand it any longer. There's going to be a strike.'.' stjriko "Yes father's one of the leaders that's what worries mother." "This is bad business," muttered the doctor. "Gaylord'll find it bad himself, before the trouble's through with, I tell you." "Do you think they would harm him?" "Wouldn't they?" with a compression of the full lips, the red flame leaping to her eyes. "They'll tear his old house down about his ears and hang him higher than Haman. They'll have satisfaction for the old fellow's villainly. "But that would be murder," said the doctor." "Not murder, no Indeed but simple justice!" cried the girl, her whole face glowing with aroused passion. "I would stand by and see him hanged to the limb of one of his shade trees and laugh at his cowardly cries for mercy. Oh, ^®u don't know Simon Gaylord, Dr. .Veils., HQ rides in his carriage, sports fine clothes and rich jewelry, drinks the best of wines, and laughs to scorn the poor man's cry for bread. He piling up wrath that will sweep back upon him in blood and ruin."

Dr. Wells

"Yes. I took a short cut."

Bhuddered.

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"But this is the longest way."1 "Not from the kitchen door." v.' "Ah." The two men were silent for4 a momeut.

Just then the man who had attempted the doctor's life, rose to his feet and glided away in the darkness. "Hello! that rascal has escaped. What fools we were, not to secure him," cried Cross. "Never mind, I know tjie man." "A sneaking tramp, ftafcbably." "No, it was Craven "Brawler," Said Dr. Wells. "Craven Brawler? A friend of the Gaylord's, I believe. Why should he attempt your life, Dr. Wells." "I can not explain now. Are vou going down to wu, Joe?" "No." "Where then?" "To the house yonder. There no light in the kitchen. I woncter 11

The girl's face had lost its demoniacal expr assio.n, but the red flame still lurked in the brown eyes.

Wbv should it make any difference?" "We are working secretly. We must not be foiled. Everything must be ready before the blow falls." "We? What do you mean by that?" "Well, I am heart and soul with the movement. I have aright to be classed with my father in this plot to ruin that villain Gaylord," returned Joella,quickly. "When do you propose to strike?" "I'll tell you BOthing further. You're not to be trusted, Dr. Wells. I was a fool to think you honorable enough to keep your plighted word."

The doctor watched the dark face curiously.

The girl sprang

forward and caught his arm. "Remember, you must not lisp a word of this, Dr. Wells," she cried fiercely.

He did not reply. "Do you hear me, Dr. Wells?", .* He paused and turned about. "Yes, I hear you, Miss Tyler, but this revelation is too horrible I will make no promises." .*

CHAPTER VI. !. JOELLA'S DISCOVERY.

In grate!" cried Joella springing in front of the doctor, a transformation terrible to look upon, changing that pleasant, girlish face into the furious, distorted visage of a demon. "You dare to utter one word of this, even breathe a syllable of what I have told you this day, and you, too, shall go down with Simon Gaylord to your doom."

The doctor shuddered and shrank back appalled. His senses were benumbed with inward horror at the transformation he had witnessed.

Could this be the bright, piquant face of the girl he had met but yesterday for the first time, this distorted, hideous visage? "Miss Tyler, for Heaven's sake, calm yourself," cried the astonished doctor. "Yoti are wild now.* "Will you promise to keep my information secret?"

He was repelled, yet attracted toward this wild, willful, passionate girl, in spite of himself. "Did I promise to keep the secret?" he questioned suddenly. "You know you did." my heaven's, fall. "That is right. I'm glad you have returned to yourself," she said bluntly.

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"Then my lips are sealed, though the

The doctor said no more, but walked away In a deeply agitated state of mind. Joella Tyler, wild, wilful Jo, whom, we have seen, could blaze with passion as well as talk girlish nonsense by the hour, was a warm friend of Ola Rivers.

The two natures, so unlike in everything, met on an even plane of friendship.

Jo was warm hearted as well as ho* and passionate, and gentle, sweet tempered Ola found in her a friend beyond any other of her sex In the village.

A few days after the doctor's interview with the laborer's daughter, that young lady mounted her horsfc and galloped at a headlong pace into the village.

Dr. Wells saw her pass his office like the wind, her long, waving red brown hair blowing loosely back over her shoulders. She dashed down through the one street of the village, up the rising ground that led to the house of the mill agent.

Dismounting at the gate, Joella ran rapidly up the walk, under the shadow of the trees, to the door.

Without waiting to knock, she burst into the hall, where she was met by Mrs. Gaylord, who was just entering the ball from the parlor. "Well, Miss Tyler, where did you come from?" cried Mrs. Gaylord, startled a little at the sudden entrance of ttto "From home. Where is Ola?" "Up stairs in ber room."

Jo sprang to the stairs, which led from the ball to the npt»er regions. "Stop a moment," commanded Mrs. Gaylora. •foe girl turned on her heel and faced the woman.

Miss Rivers can not receive oompany to-day." The little maiden's lip curled. -*1 "Really! I'm sorry but you see, I am not company, and I will see Ola. "Joella, be careful. As I said before, Miss Rivers can not see company today. She is unwell—quite ill, in fact." "Then she will be glad to see ber friends. Ola won't refuse to see me, Im sure," and turning quickly, the thoughtless creature bounded »p the stairs and soon gained the landing above,

leaving

the sedate Mrs. Gaylord

staring after her in blank amazement. "The little wretch!" mattered Madam Gaylord, staring after her in blank amassment.

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Joella paused on the landing, 'whirled round on her heel, making a little grimace at the woman below, then darted along the upper ball to the room occupied by her friend. She did not rap, but pushed open the door and rushed in like a young .whirlwind.

Half way across the uncarpeted floor Joella paused and threw up her hands, Was that limp form and white face, reclining in the big arm chair, her friend Ola Rivers, or was it a vision of a tired angel irom the other world? "Good gracious, Ola! What's the matter?" exclaimed Joella quickly. "You look like a corpse. How long have you been sick? Why didn't you send for me?" and the next moment the kind hearted, reckless forest girl was kneeling the feet of her friend, clasping her white, cold hand tightly in her warm, brown palms.

Ola turned her white face toward the kneeling girl, a faint, wan smile flickering over her features. "Its you, is it Jo?" said Ola, in a low, qnivering voice, tears starting to her blue eyes. "Yes, its me, and no mistake. What's the matter, Ola? I never saw you look like this before."

Ola brushed the tears from her eyes with her free hand. "I don't know," she murmured. "I've been sick for three days. I'm so faint I have such a feeling at my stomaoh. Jo, I believe I am going to die." "Stuff and nonsense! You're too young to die. Don't talk so blue as that." "Hush, Jo, dear," murmured Ola. "I feel resigned to my fate. I do not care to live. Oh, I have sufiered so much of late, and now, a sweet, peaceful rest is before me. I do not oare to live." "Come, come, Ola!" cried the young girl, "I won't listen to this, I shall'get mad. real mad, if you talk like this, and you know what a sweet pill I am, in that condition." "Hush, Jo." "No, I'm not going to hush. I want to know why yon feel so bad. Why didn't you send for me?" "I could not." *vs "You wished to see me?",1.

Yes, ever so much, Jo." "And wouldn't send for me! Why?" "I spoke to Mrs. Gaylord about you she promised to send." "When was that?" "Yesterday morning." "You knew she did not send for me?" "Yes, else you would have come before now." "Of course I would. I'm glad I came to-day. That old she cat tried her best to prevent my seeing you. You haven't a friend In this house. Ola. I'm going to take you home with me this very day, out of old Cat face's clutches," "Hush, Jo!" "No, I won't. It's the truth I'm saying," retorted Jeella. "You haven't had a doctor, either, I suppose." "No, a doctor could not help me" moaned Ola, hot tears coursing down her pale cheeks. "Why not, pet? Tell me all your troubles. Has that meddling fellow, Craven Brawler, bothered you lately with his attentions "That's the trouble, Jo," groaned Ola. "They are determined that I shall marry ha an "They?" "Yes, Gaylord and his wife." "The wretches!" "I can't live long. I am weak, very weak. They Will soon have their way with me, and then I shall die." "You will never consent to marry this villain "I have consented, Jo." "Have consented! Ola Rivdrs, what a fool!"

The forest girl sprang to her feet, the red flame shooting into her brown eyes, her white teeth gleaming through her red lips. At this outburst, tears flowed afresh from Ola's blue eyes, and sho seemed deeply agitated. "Forgive me, Ola, pet," nald Joella, in a softened tone. "I spoke harshly. I did not mean to. I was mad not with yon, pet, but at old Gaylord and that she cat he calls his wifo but you shan't marry Craven Brawler, you sha'n't, not if there's enough on earth to prevent it."

Joella paced the room with clinched hands and flaming eyes. Her passions were getting the better of her woman's nature. Suddenly a little folded paper caught her eye on the stand near the bed.

Joella snatched this, and held it before the face of Ola. "What is this?' she questioned,quickly. "One of my powders. It's about time for me to take that, the last of six." "Who prescribed them?" "I don't know. Sybil Gaylord put them up, and has given them regularly."

Just then a heavy step sounded in the hal1Joella hardly had (time to secrete the powder, as Simon Gaylord entered the room. "Ah, good afternoon, Miss Tyler," said the pompous agent, smiling blandly upon the forest girl. "I'm glad you came over, for my poor Ola has been feeling badly for several days, and been wishing to see you." "Then why didn't you let me know retorted Joella. "I should have come at onoe, had 1 known that Ola was ill."

The sharp brown eyes of Joella Tyler shot a lightning glance into the face of the man before her.

He seemed confused and disconcerted for the moment, "Well, I was very busy meant to go after you myself, but neglected it," said Gaylord, stammering sadly in the lie he uttered. "Hypocrite!"

sneered

But the girl had darted through the door, and was speeding rapidly away. Gaining the street, Joella found her horse, Duke, waiting her coming at the gate.

Springing to tbd saddle, the forest girl rode it a headlong gallop into the village. At the ofBoe of Dr. Wells she drew rein and dismounted. -C.

The office door was locked. Dr. Wells was absent, and would not return till late. This was the information given her by a bystander.

Joella rode home, biting her lip with inward vexation. Toward night, the forest girl rode to Rock Elm

After tasting the powder, the doctor looked grave. ... "It may be harmless," be said, bnt ir I am not mistaken, it contains a small portion of a most deadly poison!

The dark face of Joella grew suddenly

tr-"?3s

~"I suspected as much." she mutt "Dr. Wells, Ola Rivers nas taken than five of these powders since days ago!" [TO BE CONTINUED.]

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