Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 11, Number 2, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 10 July 1880 — Page 6
THE MAIL
A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.
MARRIED AND SETTLED.
Harried and settled! Just look at the wife Deep Id ber newly fledged duties life ne er before to her loving young heart
Seemed quite ao full of new beauties. Brighter the blue skies than ever before— Greener the grass in the meadowBun giving light all the blessed day long,
Sun, and so little of shadow. Hope has grown bright in her innocent soul Leaving no room lor mere sadness Out at the window, and out at the noor
Goes the sweet song of her gladness.
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Married and settled, a year and a day, Joyful as ever. I'm certain Ah! have you seen the treasure of love?
There, take a peep 'neath the curtain! Turn back the coverlet, bordered with lace, Look at the carves and the dimples "Baby's the sweetest that ever was born!"
Fray, do you doubt it, ye simples? Happy young wife! now she listens to hear (E'en while ber cradle song humming) Footsteps whose echo is music to her,
Heralding forth his dear coming! %jg sfflfi Married andsettled! not bartered for gold
Mau*l! not bound with a tether Hateful and irksome as chains to a slave, Bui living and loving together!
Her Face Her Fortune.
A STORY OP ROMANCE AND MYSTERY.
CHAPTER I. GUV FEXTON. A*
A bright, clear, sonny afternoon, melting into twilight—that was the time andtbe scene WHS Albemarle Villa, half hidden by tall, clustering beeches.
Two ladies standiug at a window, waiting for an expected guest. Guy Fenton arrived, just before dinner and after hastily changing h!s dress he entered the drawing room where Mr. Arnsdale, the owner, stood, awaiting his appearance. 'Very glad to see you, Gay.' he said, advancing with a smllo. 'Very glad you've conae up to this dreary place again.' 'Thanks, uncle there'# nothing gives me more pleasure than to throw aside my law briefs and take a trip to quiet little Albemarle.' •Ysu look a little worn out, Guy. Is business brisk?' 'Well, yes just now our court calendar la pretty well crowded.' 'Here are the ladies!'
The door opened and Laura Arnsdale and Miss Evelyn, her governess, came in
Guy Fenton turned around from the window. His glance fell upon the governess. He saw a plain dress, but a wonderfully beautiful girl, and he made way for her as for a princess. There is an impulse, not of admiration simply, but of respect ipour first sight of a beautiful wotnkh} because we Intuitively reverence power of every kind, and beauty in a woman is power. The momentary scene was fixed in bis mind forever. He had cause, afterward, to remember how that figure and face appeared to him, for the first time, In the shadow of that quaint little drawing room. •Miss Evelyn, cousin Guy,'said Laura.
Guy Fenton approached, smiling, and took hor hand deferentially, and told her that he bad heard a great deal about Miss Evelyu from his cousin, and was very happy to make ber acquaintance.
Isabel!# Evelyn liked his manner very mucb she felt that she was treated like a poraon of consequence, and as one worth pleasing.
A tall, graceful man of tweuty-six or sevtn years of age. His face docidedly haudsomo with its dark blue eyes and classic modeling. His bair, chestnut and curling in loose tendrils brushed carelessly back from a broad, High forehead. And prevadlng his features a winning charm of expression, a subtle fascination.
Such was Miss Evelyn's mental deception of Gny Fenton as she and Laura strolled along the lawn after dinner, while Mr. Arnsdale and bis nephew sat sipping their wine. •Miss Evelyn is rather a pretty girl, uncle?' said Guy, leaning back in his chair, and holding up his glass, filled with choice old sherry, so that the light might shine through it. 'Miss Evelyn?' repeated Mr. Arnadale. •Oh! yes very well, very pretty girl, In-
'She bas a superior education, too. I ahould say,' added Guy, stiil gazing idly at the wine.
4Yes.
yee, her manner shows It—quite
a wonderful creature, indeed!' Mr. Arnsdale's solitude at Albemarle Villa had given bira careless habits of soliloquizing, and as Guy glanced sharp3t into his eyes he would have given something to have recalled his last words. •Where did you say she came from, ancle?' •I advertised for a governess—you know Laura was very lonely last April after her mother died—and Miss Evelyn answered the advertisement. She came from the city, quite highly recommended.' •From some of your acquaintances, I
""Sofsorae people that live in Madison Avenue, 1 think. They were out of town at the time, and didn't take the trouble to hunt them up.' •She's quite youn*—not much older than Laura, I should say.' •Ye*. She's more of a companion than an instructress to Laura.
Finishing his wine and leaving his ancle to enjoy a quiet nap, Guy Fenton went out to smoke his cigar and take a look about the place, for he had not been at Albemarle for tfce space of five months.
The low evening son shone up from the western horizon, and flooded the air with splendor. From glittering Ivy and thickets, from the disoolored foliage of lofty boughs, the birds sung their vesper lays and glorified the coming hoar of rest.
Guy Fenton was a man of refined tayt« and endowed with a sense Of the beautiful, and these scenes, enchaated by the twilight hour, thrilled him. •How can they call this a dreary place?' be said, looking down at the xiver. whose surface was unruffled and reflected erery object near like a polished mirror. 'If I only possessed such tome aa this, and had such a woman for
The sentenoo was col ahort by the appearance of Laura and leabelle Evelyn, who came out of a little summor bouse "^Oh^'here is Guy,' exclaimed Latum. •Oosae, air, you were going to play truant and we want you for our boatman this evening. We want to sail, do we not, Belle?'
Miss Evelyn smiled an assent, •I am at your service with pleesure,' replied Guy, throwing away the end of
'A beautiful evening, Miss Evelyn!' 'Quite charming for a ride on the river,' she murmured, in a low, musical tone.
Guy Fenton was a practiced oarsman, and be moved Mrs. Arnsdale's pretty wherry over the rippling surface with perfect ease, while the young ladies sat in the stern, on the paddle seats, and watched the long, regular strokes. After pulling down the river some distance, Guy drew In the oars and allowed the boat to drift back with the tide, only now and then moving the rudder to keep it in its course.
The three people chatted very pleasantly together and it was not-long before Guy Fenton and Miss Svelyn seemed as mucb at heme iu each other's society, as if, indeed, they had been old acquaintances.
Miss Isabella Evelyn could converse upon almost any topic Guy chose to mention. She had traveled in Burope, and had spent two years in Paris completing -her education. So when bespoke of the masterpieces at the Louvre be found her perfectly familiar with them and in fact there was hardly any celebrated place or noted thing she had not visited and seen. In music she was quite an enthusiast, and in literature tiuy found her intelligence always on a level with his own.
Poor Laura, whe knew very little about these subjects, and who was quite ignorant concerning whatever part of the world there might be beyond the limits of ber father's estate, remained silent and listened.
She was astonished, and perhaps a little piqued, yet she did not show it, at the wisdom of her governess. She began to feel uneasy ana to wish they were ashore. Somehow or other, as spe leaned over the side of the boat, a cruel and tantalizing thought stole into her brain: 'What if Guy should be bewitsbed by Isabelle Evelyn's beautiful face!' •Miss Evelyn is a beautiful woman—a priceless pearl,' thought Guy, 'yet I am sure I can't quite understand her.'
A CHAPTER II.
SENT OUT WITH THE TIDE.
Leaving these young people for a while, we will go back to a few nights previous to the opening of this story, and make acquaintance with one of our characters, as he sits in a boat floating in the East river, off the Battery.
There was a drizzling rain, and
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The rain was falling fast and the clocks of the citv were striking three as this man, muffled in a heavy coat, with a slouched hat pulled over his face, hurried up the front steps of a mysterious looking house in Prince street and gave the door aloud rap with his knuckles.
After some minutes the turning of a key sounded in the lock, and the door was partly opened by a negro, who looked cautiously at the man before allowing him to enter. 'Ob, it's you, Is It?' said the black. •Yes, of course it Is why do you keep me standing here in the rain until daylight?' and he pushed by the negro and entered the hall. •The missus been waiting for you this ere long time, master Jem.' •Where is she?' •In the back room.' •Is there any one in the saloon, np stairs?' •Yes.'
The man going to the farther end of the ball, opened a door and a flood of light streamed over him, wblob, coming so suddenly from the outer darkness, caused him to shade his eyes with bis hand until they should become acoustomed to the change.
The apartment that he now entered was of medium size and luxuriously furnished. Afire burned in the grate, near which sat a woman rather inclined to be stout and advanced beyond the prime of life.
Sbe looked around when the man closed the door behind him. •Well?'sbe asked. 'It's done!' he replied,sullenly,throwing himself into a chair opposite her. 'For certain •Yes, for certain?' •How •Curse It,' he snarled, looking at her savagely, 'it's done! Ain't that enough?' 'No. Tell me, Jem Lash Aow It was done!' she exclaimed, raising her voloe In an angry tone. •Drowred!' •Drowned?' •Yea and aent out to sea with the ebb tide.'
The woman's curiosity seemed to be satisfied with this for she bent her heed forward, so as to rest upon her hands, snd stared meditatively at the fire.
The two people formed a strange couple. The relation between them waa mother and eon.
Madam Devant, or Old Mother Lash, sa she waa sometimes called, had a pale, sallow face and greenish gray eyes, which, at times, gave a very fiendish expression to ber countenance.
Her son resembled ber very much, and aa he sat in the luxurious chair wtth the firelight playing over his featuree, a reader of faces could have easily imagined him capable of any villainy.
The mother and this son kept a gambling saloon in this house in Prince street, which, at the time we write of was a popular reeort for sporting men and 'young blooda* about town. In this bouse many a fortune bad been lost, and many a dark deed done which never bad been whispered to the public.
New York city is a strange place, and strange things happen in it every day in the week.
Whatever crime bad been committed on this dark and rainy night by Madam Devant and her son remains to be developed.
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was
that no object could be Been
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feet ahead.
The man sat quietly in the stern, directing the course of the boat with an oar, as the tide Impelled it along. Now and then the shadowy hulk of some vessel with its ghostly sails would start up very near him, pass on and vanish. The sound of 6team paddles, the clinking of iron chains, the creaking of blocks, the measured working of oars, and the occasional violent barking of some passing dog on ship board would come to bis listening ear.
Approaching the channel, near Governor's Island, where the current sets out strong toward the sea, he pulled in the oar, and, bending over, lifted with all bis strength the body of a man from the bottom of the boat onto the gunwale. There was an Indentation over the man's left temple out of which the blood was oozing and trickling down bis face.
The man paused for a moment as if to recover his breath, and then again leaning over, he oarefully examined the face before him.
It must be he!' he muttered 'I can't have made a mistake—though the face looks a little too old for bis.'
With these words be let the body slide noiselessly over the Bide into the water. The ripples passed over the sightless face for a moment, dreadful like faint changes of expression—then it sunk out ofsigbt. •This tide will take him through the Narrows before morning, sure,' soliloquized the man and dropping into a seat he took up a pair ofsculls and rowed up the river.
A MTSTKBIOUS LETTER.
When Guy and the ladies reached the boat house, Mr. Arnsdale Was there and joined them in the walk toward the beose.
The moon was now up and the night was brilliant. •Four abreast is a little too much for this rath, isn't it?' said Mr. Arnsdale. •You shall lead, Guy—you and Laura,' and he and Miss Evelyn fell a little behind.
Archibald Arnsdale strode on beside Mina Evelyn in silence a topic somehow did not turn up at once. He saw from the corners of his eyes her elegant figure moving beside him, with a little since between be saw her features in thaimoonlight clearly enough, and that she was looking straight before her, rather downward, as she walked, and very gravely. •I want to speak to you, Miss Evelyn, upon a little business,' he said at length, gfanning ahead to satisfy himself that they eould not be overheard by his daughter and nephew.
MIBS Evelyn threw upon him a grave look of inquiry. •Yes, a little business,' he repeated. •Very well, sir.' •Now, really, I wish you would leave off siring me,' he urged in a low tone, •unless you want to vex me.'
There was no remark. 'I sometimes think, Miss Evelyn, you area little haughty.' •Haughty!—really?' replied she. 'Yes, haughty,' he repeated. 'Why?' 'Because you keep me so at arms length. All very well, of course, if I were a young man but I'm not—I man old one.' •I'm very sorry but I hope I am not haughty, sir,' she said, in a contrite way that was very pretty.
There sir again!' •You were speaking about some business, Mr. Arnsdale, I think?' •Yes, so I was. I want to know—you'll do me an essential kindness if you will— will you consent to help me a little with my letters, my accounts—iu short, be my secretary?'
An enigmatic smile passed over the features of Miss Isabelle Evelyn at this proposal. 'i should be very happy to assist you, Mr. Arnadale, but I think you would find me incapable.' 'But you can write a very clever letter and—I never pay compliments—I am quite past that time of liie—' •I will try, If—it you will promise to have patience with me, and not be dis-
•Displeased—I? Quite the contrary. There, you needn't look puzzled. I thank you very much.'
And with these words, drawing near to hor side, betook her band and pressed it. 'Then it is agreed, isn't it?' he said, in a low key.
She laughed a little, and said 'Yes and he thought she blushed while sbe laughed. Yes, she did blush he v?assuro she blushed a little.
While this little talk was going o»i Guy and Laura had wandered ahead, paying no attention to those behind them. 'You haven't said that you were glad to see me, Laura,' said Guy. 'But you know I am glad, Guy.' 'It is all very well for you to say ao, of course, if you didn't laugh when you say it.' 'Was I laughing?' and the pratty girl leaned lightly on his arm. 'I wasn't conscious of it.' 'It's very odd what pleasure you take —not you In particular, but allof you— In bewildering and mocking,ijs men. I never know when you're hi earnest. You're so insincere, and take such delight in it.' •If one is known to be insincere, then one is incapable of deceiving any more and nobody has any right to complain. Don't you see?' urged Laura, ingeniously.
Guy laughed, and acknowledged himself beaten. Mr. Arnsdale and Miss Evelyn now joined tbem again and then the party of four broke up.
Miss Isabelle Evelyn, going to her room and locking the door, sat down before her looking glass, thinking and looking all the time at her reflected features. She liked looking at herself in the glass. She knew that sbe was very beautiful and that her beauty was her power.
Sbe took a letter from her pocket which she had received that evening. It was open she was now sbout to read it, not lor the first time. Moving her bedroom candle near, she resd it over again In an anxious way and her cheeks grew a shade paler than usual.
Twice she read it, and a strange, wild look stole over her features. Then she thought profundly, then for the third time read the letter through, and turned round the back of the envelope, looked at that, and at last held it up to the light and burned it to ashes.
She sat on the side of her bed for a long time and fell into a deep rumination, and did not recollect heraelf until the chill recalled her. 8o, with a little shudder, she stood up, shook her beautiful dark tresses round her shoulders, and gathered tbem ipto a few great folds, and extinguishing the light,laid down to await the coming of quiet sleep. But her head was full ofall sorts of wierd fancies. There was something in that letter which kept running in her mind and would not permit her to close her eyes. It wss the words, •Drowned, and sent out with the tide.'
CHAPTER IV. A BAD DREAM.
A week elapsed and Guy Fenton still remained at Albemarle Villa. When be left his office in New York be bad promised to come back in a few days, but now business for a time was forgotten, and his only thoughts were of Isabelle Evelyn. Her presenoe to him was sunshine, and her absence gloom.
He, however, took great pains not to let his uncle discover the state of his feeling toward the governess by the slightest look or word. Because he had two reasons for keeping his passion concealed. In the first place he was not certain Miss Evelyn entertained say other feeling for him than respect and in the second place he knew that his ancle bad always desired that he ahould some day beoome Laura's buaband.
One evening while Guy Fenton and Miss Evelyn were standing alone in the drawing room, near one of the windows, conversing in a low tone, Mr. Arnsdale— whom they thought to be more than a mile away—entered unperceived.
He beheld them with a abode. Guy wm holding Isabelle Evelyn's hand In it§«. and abe waa looking down, her cheeks dyed with a brilliant blush.
But a raomentpasaed before they sew him, and Mias Evelyn glided throng* the window that opened upon the veranda in front.
Archibald Arnsdale stood stock still in the doorway, a terrible expression upon his face.
Gay eyed Mm with a strange stars, bat waa quite himself before his noele bad half recovered. •I thought I heard your voice, uncle,
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and I wasn't wrong—just the moment coming up the path,' said he, gayly. •Miss Evelyn came in to inquire for you. She wanted to know something about your letters—some instructions. She's yonr secretary, isn't she?' •My letters—yes, she writes them sometimes. You both thought, of course, that I was still away,' said Mr. Arnsdale, fixing his eyes upon his nephew and speaking in a measured way. •I really had rot been making conjectures on the subject,' Guy replied, coldly.
Mr. Arnsdale said nothing more he was aware that he bad said something very foolish. He turned round and went into the library, at the opposite side of the hall.
On the middle of the floor of this room he stood for some time with downcast eyes and darkened face, not exactly thinking, but rather stunned, and with the elements of fury indistinctly rolling in his breaBt.
He walked to the window and looked out, without an object. A pleasant female laugh came to his ear, and he saw Miss Isabelle Evelyn talking with Laura on the lawn a little distanoe away. •I'm a fool!' be muttered, throwing himself into a ohair 'that girl is deceitful sbe bas only been amusing herself at my expense.'
As we nave said, Mr. Arnsdale was a proud, vindictive man, and this little scene in the drawing room bad stung his pride to the quick. In truth, he regarded Isabelle Evelyn as his future wife, and, perhaps, he had aright to believe that sne really loved him. He was now undergoing the agonies of iealousy. Moreover he felt mortified to think that, perhaps, hiB nephew had discovered his secret.
While in this mood Archibald Arnsdale's eyes happened to fall upon the portrait of his dead wife which hong on the wall directly before him.
For a moment be looked at it blankly, and then be shuddered, for he imagined there was a look of reproof in that sad, sweet face gazing at him steadily as if it would start from the cauvas.
Nineteen years ago!—he remembered It very well—he nad married Agnes Cresswick, a pretty, fragile girl. Sbe bad loved him devotedly. But bis love? —where was It now when she had been dead not quite a year? It bad long burnt out, cold ashes, years ago—gone before their first child was born. 'Agnes had kept him down in life,' he said. 'She had always been a dead weight on him. If she bad been a different woman,' he thought, 'he might have won a higher place in the world. And there was Laura, a perfect copy of her mother—a pretty face, but nothing mere —no mental force!'
Long be sat in his library alone and pondered moodily, until, after having finished a bottlo of wine and smoked several cigars, he fell asleep with his head resting upon the back of the ehair.
Sleeping in this uncomfortable attitude, with his head full of the fumes of liquor and tobacco, it was scarcely strange if Archibald Arnsdale dreamed a bad dream.
He thought that he was standing near a large tree overhanging the ravine at the bacK of the bouse. All was dark and gloomy, and a stillness like the stillness of death reigned over the whole scene. Not a breath of wind moved the leafy branches of the trees, and tbe waters ot tbe brook seemed stagnant.
He tried to move away from the place, but was unable to move hand or foot. Some spell that he could not shake off held him fast.
Presently a faint glimmer of the moon pierced athwart the universal gloom, and the faint, uncertain light a shadowy figure came creeping to the opposite edge of the chasm.
It was the face of Isabelle Evelyn. The shadow looked across at him, and then lifting a white, transparent band, with a triumphant smile, pointed to the bottom of tbe deep hollow whore the filthv water lay.
He looked down. At first he saw nothing, until the moon shone out fuller, and then there glimmered, cold aud white beside tbe stream, a tombstone with this inscription: "IN MEMORY OF
ARCHIBALD ARNSDALE, AGED 49." He awoke suddenly with a cry, and just then a sharp, light knock sounded on the library door. He was bewildered for a moment, then said, 'Come in.'
And in obedience to bis invitation, the handle was turned snd tbe door gently opened. •Good God Is It you said Mr. Arnsdale, in a wild wnisper.
Isabelle Evelyn stood before him.
CHAPTER V. A MARRIAGE.
Madam Devant's bouse in Prince street frowned gloomily upon the world by day, for houses, like individuals, have expression. Its front wss cold, saturnine and forbidding. At nigbt no lights ever gleamed from its windows, tbe doors seldom opened, tbe shutters never unclosed.
The prying eyes of pedestrians, when their feet passed tbe limits of that somber building, had not tbe least chance of penetrating into its secrets.
Occasionally the postman brought letters to this shadowy place and a servant always took tbem from him no other person opened the door except the black man.
On the morning we are now going to write about, one of these letter* bad come, and tbe faithful black, after carefully scrutinizing it for some moments, had taken it to bis mistress, who sat in her back room sipping a cup of strong coffee.
Madam was a woman not easily excited hers wss a cool, deliberate mind. Yet sbe was a little flustered this morning. First, she put too much sugar into her oeffee, and ordered the servant to bring her another cup. Then she complained that this was full of grounds and quite cold, and it was not until the third cup wsa brought that sbe at last broke the seal of tbe letter which, at right, had caused ber nervous nLsytng the epistle on tbe table before her, and at tbe same time unconscious ly stirring ber coffee, sbe read aa fol-
L°"MARH*R
came in and saw us, snd be showed it, too. He shut himself up in the library, where he remained all night. When it was near midnight I went to him. He was very much agitated when I opened the door, and I couldn't make out whether be had just recovered from a fainting fit or what ailed him. I was about to explain the scene in the drawing room, but he stopped me. He had received his friend's letter Irom Paris that afternoon, and without a word he gave it to me to read. It was signed with tbe christian name only. I think I could have made him believe that his friend was mistaken in the person if nothing else bad happened that afternoon to confirm his suspicion. But, as it was, weeping and beseeching would not move him the least. He said that I was a perfect actress, but the play had now come to an end, and that I must prepare to leave his house within a week. "Well, you see, one card has been misplayed, but the game has not come to an end yet oh, no! "I have remained In my room all day, feigning headache as the cause of my seclusion, but, in'truth, I have been thinking hard. The thought came to me at last—the thought I was waiting for so long. I don't know whst suggestedit to me perhsps it was something I read in the newspapers a few days ago. I have determined that if 1 can"t be his wife I will be his widow! Now, I hope you understand me. Tbe Evil One put that idea into my brain—I'm sure he did—and I shall rely upon his assistance to help me work its accomplishment. •'Arnsdale will be obliged to go to the city to-morrow to attend a legal proceeding, and I shall manage—making an excuse that one of my friends is ill— to come to you on the same train. Until then, as ever— ISABELLE."
Finishing the letter, Madam Devant placed it away carefully in the pocket of her dress, and after imbibing freely of the stimulating drink beside her, she fell Into a speculative mood, the drift of which could now and then be gathered from the various words that fell from her lips. 'She's the queen of hearts, that's what she Is!' mused Madam. 'The men can't resist ber—I do think she'll annihilate the whole sex before she gets through
Then there was a silence for a while. 'Such a head for contriving—there, I always thought Jem was cute, but he's a child compared with her!' and having delivered herself of these expressions, she seized the fire shovel and began to mend tbe fire in tbe grate. •But,' sbe exclaimed, raising her head quickly, and pausing as if a new idea had flashed upon her. 'But this man Arnsdale may live along time yet. He's temperate and hardy—likely to live thirty years longer. And that would give us a weary delay—a terrible trial of patience. 'No, no, no—thirty, twenty, ten years would be along time to wait.'
At this moment there was something in tbe sinister light of Madam Devant's eyes that would have struck terror to tbe soul of an observer.
That night, just after it had become dark, a hack stopped before the house in Prince street. A short time elapsed and three persons came out and got In. Then there were a few hurried words with the driver aud they were driven rapidly away. Tbe wheels rattled and rumbled over the pavements, the carriage rolled around corners, and along dark, narrow streets the lights flashed in store windows as it sped on, but tbe occupants paid no attention to what was taking place without, they were busily engaged in close conversation.
Arriving at its destination, the carriage drew up in front of a house in Fourth avenue, and the inmates alighted and ascended the steps. As the door was thrown open a flood of light streamed forth over tbe visitors. One was Miss Isabelle Evelyn— and her black eyes seemed to shine with a peculiar brightness. Tbe man beside her was closely inufllsd in an overcoat and his face was quite concealed by tbe hat be wore. He raised bis bead and asked of tbe servant who opened the door: 'Mr. Dale at home?' *Y©8 sir/
They were shown into the par'.or—Isabelle, tbe man, and a stout woman, whom there waa no mistaking to be Madam Devant—where Mr. Dale shortly made bis appearance.
He was an austere, yellow faced, dignified man, and bis black coat, buttoned closely about tbe throat, together with white neckerchief showed at once that be was a clergyman. •I received your note, Mr.—Mr. Arnsdale,' be said, hesitating and referring to a card that be held in his hand, 'and have been waiting for you.' •I hope we are not very tardy •Ob, no!' 'Is everything in readiness 'Yes, we may proceed.'
Beautiful Isabelle Evelyn! Lithe and tall, a sligbt crimson flush suffusing her cheek and ber long, glossy black hair adown her back, rose up and placed ber band lightly within the man's sbe was to marry.
The reverend gentleman read tbe marriage service in bis most harmonious tones and they were pronounced man and wife.
When tbe ceremony was completed the faces of tbe couple were rather pale, and tbe manner of Madam Devant a little flurried. Otherwise there was nothing remsrkable about this private mar-
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LASH :—YOU will undoubt-
edly know who tbis letter is from without looking st tbe end for tbe Dime. Yes, it is from me! And I want you to think earnestly about what I write. ••Arnsdale baa learned something sbout me from a friend of his in Paris, to whom, it seem*, be wrote and made mention of me when I fiiat came here. I cannot imagine who the person is, but it is certain that be knows me. Everything waa progressing as dednd until Wednesday afternoon. Arnsdale went out to walk but returned sooner than wm expected, and dissevered hia nephew in the very act of making a nonosal to me. There, now, yon are Erihng Isnppoee, but it iatbetrutb! You understand that it la mypolkfyto have thia nephew infatuated with me, becaaseif It were otherwise he .might he dangerous. Then, again, I deslieil to arouse my pupil's Jeelooeyeothat .k» would be reconciled when abe found out tbe real state of affairs. "Arnsdale was very angry when be
Tfbe register being signed tbe party bid the minister good evening aud went away.
Mr. Dale lingered for a moment over the last book and gazed at thia last record: "Archibald Arnsdale to Isabelle Evelyn, September 3d, 18—" •A beautiful woman!' he murmured, and then closed it, soon to forget all about tbese names as he hsd many others written therein. {TO BE CONTINUED.]
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Swayae's Oistmest and Pills, The greatest remedies the world has ever known, curing the most inveterate eases of skin diseases, suoii as tetter, salt rheum, scald head, barber's itch, sores, all crusty, scaly, itching skin eruptions, and that distressing complaint. I'chlug piles. As blood partner and liver regulator Swayne's Tar and Sarsaparllla Pills are excellent. Cure sick and nervous headache, dyspepsia. In* digestion, wanl off malarial fevois, cleansing the system and bowels of all impurities. restoring to healthy activity «very orr ganof the human bodv. Price 2a cents a box, five boxes, $1. Ointment, 50 cents, 3 boxes, $1.83 Can be sent by mail to any address on receiptor price. Address letters, Dr. Swayne & tson, 8»i north Sixth street, Philadelphia. Sola by all leading druggists. Tfrre Haute, by Rnntm fe Armstrong.
To CJieck Diarrhoea. Diarrhoea is a complaint that the human family suffer more from at this time of the year than ftom auy other, and should be treated very carefully in order to restore the bowels to their proper strength There is a wine made in New Jersey and sold by our draggiste, called Speer's Port Wine, which is being used very successfully in diarrhcea cases, in fact, it is conceded bv chemists to contain Just properties as gradually check the fermenting in the bowels and add tone and vigor to the system, so as to withstand the miasmatic climate against these prevailing complaints. The wine is rich in body and is an excellent tonic, keeping the, functions of the bewels in their proper, conditions,—Evening Post.
For sale by J. J. fiaur,agent.
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To all who are suffering from the errors and indiscretions of youth, nervous weakness, early decay, loss of manhood, a»c., I will send a recipe that will cure yon, FREE OF CHARGE, This great remedy was discovered by a missionary in South America. 8md a self addressed envelope to the RKV JOSEPH T. INMAN, Station D, New York City
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PAD
A discovery which cures by the natural process, ABSORPTION, All diseases ot the Kidneys, Bladder, Urinary Organs and nervous system, when nothing else can. It is c«imlortnble to the patient, positive in its effects, and the first cure for those painful and much dreaded affections,
Diabetes and Br I gilt's Disease, While its cures of Gravel, Dropsy, Catarrh of the Bladder, Brlckdust Deposit, Painful» Urinating, High-co'ored Urine, Nervous Weakness and Pain in the Back, seem moro' like miracles than cases of natural healing.
Delicate Females
Or victims of wasted or prostrated energies,
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caused by irregular habits, the abuse of na-! lure and mental or phralcnl over-exertion,1 find their greatest relief iu theuso ofDWo KIDNEY PAD, which strengthens aiul invigorates the iu valid aud restoros the vigor of health.
Pain In tbe Oack.
Wo say positively, and without fear of contradiction, that DAY'd KIDNEi' PAD is the only certain and permanent care for every form ot this prevalent and (Hstve^lug complaint. 'T- }.
YOUNG MEN V'+S
Suffering from nervous and physical debility, lossof memory,or vitality impaired by the errors of youth or too closo application to bnslness or work, may be restored and manhood regained.
Avoid all kidney medicines which are taken Into the system by w«y of Mia stomach it Is an old treatment well tried and
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inefficient, though somctlmeae/rectag apparent euros of one complaint they sow the seeds of moro troublesome.audpermauent disorders. The prlco of war PAD brings it within tho reach ol all, and It will annually save many times Its cost In doctor bills, medicines end plasters, which at best give but temporary relief. can be used without fear or harm, and wsth certainty of a permanent cure. For sale by druggists generally, or sent by malt (free ol postage) on receiptof the price. Regular Pail, S2.0) children's, $1.50 Special (extra size), $3 00. Our beok, '-How a Life was Saved," ulving the history of this new dl&covory aud a large record of most remarkable cures sent free. Write for It. Af,d ess
DAY KIDNEY PAD CO., Toledo, Ohio. A TTTTA1T Owing to the many tAU 1• worthless Kidney Pads how seeking a sale ot our reputation, wo deem it due the afflicted to warn thetu. Ask for DAY'ti KIDNEY PAD, and take no other. A-J une 20.
A Skin of Beauty is a Joy Forever. DR. T. FELIX GOUBAUD'A
Oriental Cream, or Magical Beaullfier.
1HE GREAT ENOLlttH KKME1»V (Jray'a Specific Medicine. Is especially recommend* ed as aa unfailing cure (or Seminal
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EMOVE8 Tan, Pimples, Frecalts, MothPatches, and evei blemish on Doauty.
Uhas stood tbe test thirty yea™, and is so harmless we taste it to be sure the preparation is properly
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Accept no coun
terfeit of slmlTar name. The distinguished Dr.!». A. Bayre, said to a i«ly of the haut ton (a patient): 'As you ladies will use them, 1 recommend 'Oouraud Cream as
least harmful ol all the skin preparations." Also Poudre Subtile removes superfluous hair without injury to the sklu.
MME. M. B. T. OOURAUD, Hole Prop., 48 Bond Street, New York. For sale by all druggists and fancy goods dealers. Jel2#m-eow
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Weakness, Spermatorrhea, impolency.anrtail
More TakingtJua Taking, sequence on Self Abuse as M«mo, ry Universal Lassitgde. Pain lu thei Back Dimness of
Vision,
Premature Old Age, and
rv%ti mi motion ftod Pr63DWur®WTivc# Full particular* in our painphlets. which, we desiretosUd free by roaiTto every one. The Specific Medicine itsatfi per PPCM
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SoVd^^Ternfiaatrte, wholesale and retail,. byGnllck A Berry, and by druggists everywhere.
$500 Reward!
XTTE will par the above rewarf for any 1 W ease of liver eomplaiat, dyspepsia, gick headache, indigestion, constipation or costivenesa, we cannot cure wiui Wests VecetabieXlver Pills, when tbe directions arestrletly compiled Vegetable, and never fail to givesatlsiaeUoaTsucarcoated. leg 30 pills, 25 cents. *or sale by all druggists. Beware of Sons. The gen nine man nfs^red pnly b£ JOHN C.w EST A CO., the-Pill Makers^ 1*1 and 188 W. Madison st.. Chl««o Free trial pmckage sent by mail prepaid on se» cejpt ofathree cent stamp. Api-2nly