Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 11, Number 5, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 31 July 1880 — Page 6

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THE MAIL

A PAPER

FOR THE

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PEOPLE.

A WOMAN'S QUESTION.

"B6 yon know you have asked for the costliest thing Ever made by the hand above— A woman's heart and a woman's life

And a woman's wonderful love? Do yon know yon have asked for this price* less tiling

As a child might ask for a toy. Demanding what others have died win, With the reckless dash of aboy.

You have written my leeson of duty oat, Manlike you have questioned me— trow stand at the bar of my woman's soul,

Untl 11 shall question thee.

Ton require your mnuon shall always be hot. $ Your socks and your shirt* shall be whole I require yonr heart to be true as God's stars, V- And pnre as heaven your soul,

Yon require a cook for yonr mutton and

0 .,» «!'£/:•«», beef, -1 I require afar better thing A seamstress you're wanting for stockings and shirts, .?,»% I for a man and a king.

A king for a beautiful realm called home, And a man that the maker, God, Shall look upon as he did the first,

And say, *'It is very good/'

I am fairand young, bnt the rose will fade From my soft, young cheek one dayWill you love me then, 'mid the tailing leaves

As you did'mid the bloom nf May

Is your heart an ocean so strong and deep may launch my all on its tide? A loving woman finds heaven or hell,

On the day she is made a bride.

1 require all things that are grand and true, All things that a man should be If you give this all, I would stake my life

To be ail yon demand of me.

If you cannot be this—n laundress and cook You can hire with little to pay But a woman's heart and a woman's life

Are not to be won that way.

Her Face Her Fortune.

A STORY OF ROMANCE AND MYSTERY.

CHAPTER XII. ON THB TRACK.

Saturday came, and Guy Fenton went up to Albemarle Villa with alight heart but imagine, reader, bis consternation when be found the house closed and no one there except Nanoy Gwyne and two or three other sorvants.

They could tell him nothing only that the mistress and Miss Laura had gone away to the city the day before, and would probably remain away for some time, as they bad taken luggage.

Guy know that his letter must have reached Albemarle the preceding Thursday. He Baid nothing, but drove back to the depot and returned on the next 'down train.'

It was dark when be arrived in New York. •Twenty minutes past eight,' be said, staudlng on the platform and thinking for a moment. 'It may not be too late yet. I will go down to his office, at any rate.'

And with these words he oalled a haekoiau, and getting into his carriage went to the office of an Individual named Joseph Whitelaw, who occupied dingy rooms in Nassau street.

Twenty years ago the Bdenoe of the detective office had not roaohed its present state of perfection but even In those days there were occasionally men who devoted their lives to the work of private investigation, and to the elucidation of tho secrets and mysteries of social life.

Such a man was Joseph Whltelaw, or Joe Whitelaw ae be was more commonly called. He was renowned for his wonderful skill, and his services were always in great request auioug the lawyers.

Guy Fenton was fortunate enough on this evening to find the detective alone and disengaged. He was a little, sandy haired man, of about forty years of age, spare aud sallow faced, with a sharp nose, which was like a beak, and thin, long arms, ending in large, claw-like hands, that wore like the talons of a bird of prey. Altogether, Mr, Whitelaw had very muoh the aspect of an elderly vulture, which had undergone a partial transformation, in seme manner into a human belug.

Guy was not repelled by the outward appearance of this man. He saw that be was shrewd, and ho fancied that he perceived in him the kind of a person he wanted. •Mr. Whitelaw, I wish to secure your services,' said Guy, seating himself, 'Are you at liberty to undertake a case just now?'

Mr. Whitelaw was a man who rarely oondescended to answer even the simplest question until he bad turned the subject over iu his mind. He studied Guy from head to foot, with eyes whose sharp scrutiny would have been* very unpleasant to any one who had occasion for concealment. After which ho condescended to reply to his visitor's question in atone that for him wea extremely WTHCLOUH. 'That depends upon circumstances,' he said. 'Upon what oircu instances?' 'Wkether the business is worth taking. My hands are full just now, and I've as much as I can possibly get through with.' 'I shall want you to abandon all other business except mine, and devote yourself exclusively to my services,1 said Guy. 'The devil you will!' exclaimed Mr. Whitelaw. 'Do you know what my time la worth?'

The detective iookod outraged by the idea that any oneoould suppose they could secure a monopoly of his vali services, •Yon may name your own terms, Mr. 'Whitelaw, out the work which I want you to do, if once entered, upon, will more than likely occupy all your time, and will entirely Hon.' •That's business* that's business, sir— uow you're talking. I like single jobs, if they'll only pay, a great deal better than BO many odds and ends of aflkirsjosUing each other in my brain,* Mr. Whitelaw answered, rubbing his hands with an air of gratification* ^You may state your

Oa/began to speak, but the detective nterrupted him: •Won't you please sit in this chair, Mtr my desk?'

Gaychaaged eeata,thinkingperbape Itbe detective might be a little deaf and •wanted htm closer. However, this was jnot the reason. It waa always a rule %ith J£r. Whitelaw to place whoever he ^ra* about to bold an interview with in •cur* place where the light would felloe his face. •Now go on, sir.* •There is a woman upon wboee His I

desire to place a spy' ssld Guy. 'I would know every act of her life, every wow she speaks, every secret of her heart—I would be an unseen witness of her lonely hours, a guest at every gathering in which no mingles. I would track her

I require oryouf

'I think I do.' •Well, it is for yon to say whether it is impossible.' 'Impossible, sir? Not a bit of iti There is no such word in my dictionary. All that you have to do Is to give me ber name and description* and leave the rest to me.' 'Her name is Isabelle Arnsdale, and she resides at Albemarle Villa, some thirty miles from New York, on the Hudson river.' 'Good'said Mr. Whitelaw, who jotted this down in a greasy little note book *1 know the place/ 'She was married to Mr. Archibald Arnsdale on the third^f last September by a miniflter by the nano of Date, who lives somewhere in Fifth avenue. I want you to hunt up this man, and get him to give as accurate a description as he can of the couple married under that name.' 'Very f^oody 'This woman went away from her residence' yesterday afternoon, accompanied by a young lady—Mr. Arnsdale daughter—and I believe they came to the city but to what place or part I don't know.' 'Exactly.' 'Now I will give you a description of the two ladies, and I want you to find them and ask me no questions as to the why or wherefore. Do you understand me?' 'Just so exactly I never ask Impertinent questions.'

Guy now gave him an accurate description of Isabelle, then of Laura, which Mr. Whitelaw noted down in his book. 'And now the terms, Mr. Whitelaw? said Guy.. 'One hundred dollars for finding the ladies, provided it should not turn out a difficult matter, and after that, five dollars per day, with expenses, for watching.' 'Very well, you shall have it. But you will commence at onoe?—I mean tomorrow?' •Well, yes you must give me a little time though. I must wind up some ef my other affairs first, and band one or two over to other people and I musttset my books in order. I have an affair that have been at work about off and on, for some months, and I have just got the scent so, you see, I mustn't let it slip.'

The deteotive was turning over the leaves of one of his books meohanically, as he said this. It was a large ledger, filled with entries, in a queer, cramped bandwrititg, dotted about, here and there, with mysterious marks in red and blue ink. Mr. Whitelaw stopped suddenly, as he turned the leaves, his attention arrested by one particular page. •Here it is' be said 'the very business I was speaking of. "Thomas Wheaton, murdered on the 6th of August, 18—, then cast into the river to drift out to sea with the tide. His body wss found on the Staten Island beach on the 7th." That's a very clever game, you see, this sending people out with the tide, but sometimes they don't go—no, they don't go.' 'I remember of reeding about that murder in the newspaper,' said Guy. 'Do you ever expect to discover the murderer?' •Well, I think I know him,' said Mr. Whitelaw, with that careless and business like tone of a man to whom a murder is

an incident

of

trade. 'You BOB,

Tom Wheaton was a friend of mine, and I'm searching out this villain to avenge him. As yet I haven't been able to find him. I'll do It though—I'll do It, so help me God!' and thedeteetive brought his hand down with a force upon the book.

When Guy Fenton had descended the dingy staircase, and -was out in the street again, he muttered to himself: 'If you have got a plot, my beautiful woman, I will have a oounterplot."

CHAPTER XIII. THB BA&K BILL.

Celd, gray, foreboding clouds hung over the great oity all day, and as night closed in, the light snowflakes fell thick and fast. People hurried along the streets, muffled in their furry robes, rubbing their hands and ears lest the frosty evening air should freeze them. Some were going to happy, cheerful homes, while others went on, as it were without any particular purpose unless to keep up circulation.

Among these wanderers there wa&one —a very pale, haggard looking man, poorly clad—with whom we hate to deal. .,

He moved slowly along from block to block, paying no attention whatever to those around him. At last he stopped before a store window and looked in. It was a drug store, and the red and blue lights streaming out orer him gave lilt* face a frightful cast. 'I wonder would give me a dose of poison?' he mused. 'It would be a kindness. Great Godl who would ever have dreamed of my coming to this—ragged and penniless! And she has done it all yet I love her still. Yes God only knows how madly I love her. Forget! Ah, what a mockery that forgetting was, when my heart turned sick to faintuess at the bare sight of her! No, no, I can never tear her image from my heart, bad as she is. I would forgive her this moment if she would but come back to me. But she never will and I can't find her. If I thought I should never see her again, I would kiU myself this instant?

And he placed his hand to his head and looked as if he were fainting. He leaned against the window for a moment until be might gain strength enough to move on, then again started

^fw^vwr' dark and the street lamps seemed to be struggling hopelessly with the wind and drifting now. »w»« night for the well housed and fad to draw round the bright fire and thank God they were at home and for U»e homeless, starving wretch to lay him down aud die. Many hanger-worn outcasts close their eyee in the bare streets, at such times, who, let their crimes have been what they may, can hardly open them in a more bitter world.

The crowd dwindled away to occasional stragglers, the bells tolled out the hour of midnight, when tbas ttdwu, drawing his thw about his shiverix^ .w—, weak and exhausted, upon a friendly

dHfe£clarllng, I hear yoa-I bear your he re a it pa re can see and towch you—oh,

'Are yon ill?' •.IS be cried, springing to his feet, and staggering backwafd a step. 'I have not tasted food for three days. Vmsktrv*"%tarving!' exclaimed the stranger. •Here, my man, take this,' and he put a

bank

a^E^aven

They took up tbe man, who was now insensible, and bore him along with difficulty. The snow was beginning to cover the thoroughfare with a slippery coat, so that it needed considerable exertion to walk.

Arriving at tbe police station, Joe Whitelaw and his companion laid their burden down under the glare ef a bright light.

The man uttered a deep groan 'He's uncommonly thin, sold tne detective, scrutinizing him. 'The man must be starving. Hello! what's this he's got clenched so tightly in his hand why, it's money I'

Joe Whitelaw pressed open tbe man's fist, and drew forth a bill. He examined it carefully. It was fifty of Manhattan Bank of New York. 'Look, look,' he exclaimed, holding it up, 'we're in luck! There's a reward offered for this! The number is eleven hundred and one!1

CHAPTER XIV.

THE DETECTIVE'S REPORT. On the following morning, when Guy Fenton entered his office he found Mr. Joseph Whitelaw patiently awaiting his arrival.

Good morning, sir!'said the detective, as Guy paused to stamp the snow from his feet.

Ah, Mr. Whitelaw, I am very glad to see you.' I suppose you have been anxiously expecting to bear from me for Borne time?'

Yes come into my private room,' and Guy led the way Into an Inner office. 'Well, if you can Bpare me a little time—'

I am ready to piston to you for as long a time as you choose. I have been anxiouBly awaiting some tidings of your movements.' •Very likely, sir,' replied Mr. Whitelaw, coolly. 'You see, sir, there's not a living cresture more unlike a race horse than a detective officer. We have to work and wait. I've been a hard worker In my time, sir but I never worked harder, or stuck to my work better, than I have this last month or so and all I can say is, if I ain't dead-beat, it's only because it isn't in circumstances to be the death of me.'

Guy listened quietly to this exordium but a slight, nervous twitching of his lips every now and then betrayed his impatience. 'Your news, Mr. Whitelaw,' he said, presently. 'I am going to tell it, air, in due time,' returned the officer, drawing a bloated leather book from bis

ing it. 'I've got

it

Oh, oh!—

my bead—my brain^i on fire! he mutWho was paeslngtf the moment, paused and beat over the helpless

°**Mv good man, are you ill?" he asked,

*Tfoe wanderer raised his head and looked wildly around. Tbe rays of a neighboring light fell upon the stranger. •Wbair-yes did anyone speakt*

it

nprpn TT ATTTH. SATURDAY EVENING MAJIt

note into his hand and turned

bless you, suT the man ex­

claimed. 'I'm saved, I'm saved, to find h&P y0^' He rushed on, *e knew not where. His spasmodic strength, however, lasted but ashorttime. •My God! I believe—I'm dying!' and reeling he again fell full length in the snow* 'Hallo, Bill 1 something's amiss across the street,' said a voice on the opposite side, and Joe Whitelaw, accompanied by a policeman, hurried over to the man. 'He's pretty near done for,' said the detective, feeling of the man's pulse. 'We bad better move' him to the station bouse as soon as we can.' •All right, Joe if you'll help lift him, well carry him there quickly.

pooket

and open­

all down here in spg-

ular order. First and foremost, about the .marriage—it seems to be all straight and legal.' •You Baw tho clergyman?' 'Just so, sir. He showed me the register find gave me the best description of the lady and gentleman that tya could.' ...

And what was that?' Well, tbe description of the lady was pretty much tbe same as the one you cave that of the man—'

Here Mr. Whitelaw referred to his notebook. 'In height, rather tall. His complexion dark, his hair silvery. That is all the minister could remember.' •It acoordswith Mr. Arnsdale's apearanoe. Yes, without a doubt it was e,' declared Guy, gazing thoughtfully at tbe floor. 'The next thingl did was to take a trip to Albemarle villa. Here I presented myself in the character of a laborer and asked for work, because you see, sir, if this young woman is playing any little game she mustn't have the least suspicion that a detective is on her traok. In the character of a laborer I was told by the housekeeper that the mistress was away and tbat there was no help wanted on the estate. In the character of a laborer I scraped acquaintance with the coachman, who is a sociable sort of an Irishman and very willing to answer questions and to -be drawn out. I managed to entice him to the public house, which is a short distance this side of the villa in the village and after a great deal of smoking and drinking at my expense he fell to talking about the absence of bis mistress and tbe easy life he led while she was gone. The substance of this conversation was that Mrs. Arnsdale had not returned since she firet went away, and that he understood she and Miss Laura had gone South to spend tbe winter. 'But that he wss sure he had seen ber at the theatre in the city one night a tow weeks back when he was enjoying a holiday whereby he believes her con duct is becomings little mysterious to pretend that she is in one place when she is in another. "She was accompanied at the theater by a fine looking young gent,' he said, 'and Miss Laura waa Sat with her."'

Mr. Whitelaw paused to take breath, and to consult the little memoranda in tbe bloated book. 'Having ascertained this much I had done with this man for the time being, continued tbe detective 'and so, after leaving a person to watch the place ana report Immediately if either of the ladies should make their appearanoe, I came back. I have kerf an eye on aU the theatres, and searched Now York inside and out to gain same trace of the two women, but, as yet, sir, as ya^ with no success. You see, this city la like

VUUW« *wu neat whirlpool and every one la engolfed aa soon aa they enter its boundaries.' There waa a pause. •Do yon think it likely, Mr. Fenton, tbat these ladiee may have separated?* Mr. Whitelaw aakedahortly.

Gny started at this question aeif it were an idea be had never thought of. •Perhaps they hava.' heanswered,getting op and pacing _to_an fto. 'Bat where naa Lenta gone? Sarrty is not ^Ttoe^e^ecoold imt miu umtor-

'Mr. Whitalaw,' ex*laimjd Guy, with barm should oomsto

tbe earth, if it took a lifetime.'

Mr. Whitelaw did not venture a reply, tor he saw tbat Guy Fenton was speaking more to himself than to him. 'No, no,' Gny continued in an undertone, 'it is notlike my cousin to learn to bate me so quickly. This woman haa some object in keeping us apart. Mr. Whitelaw, we must find them—we must find them!—do you understand?' 'Just so, sir. It shall never be said tbat Joe Whitelaw has been dead-best by a womsn. Oh, no, sir, I'm in this affair now and I mean to see it through. My reputation is at stake and my profession is my pride.' •what plan do you propose?' 'I'll have to ask you to trust it to mea little longer, sir. I haven't tried all the "dodges"! know, by any means.' 'I will—I believe you are thoroughly equal to the difficulty of the business, Mr. Whitelaw.' said Guy. 'I don't think you'll have any cause to repent your confidence,' returned the detective. 'And now, if you'll sit down again for a moment, I'll tell you another item. But first, if I may make so bold as to ask you, are you not tbe nephew of Archibald Arnsdale, tbe husband of tbe woman we are in search of?' 'Yes, I am. Where did you learn that?' 'One moment, sir, and you shall then understand* Your uncle was murdered?' •It is believed that be was.' 'Well, a reward was offered for tidings of a certain bank bill and watoh that were supposed to have been taken from him by the assassin, was there hot?' 'I believe his widow offered two thousand dollars for news of tbem, through her lawyer, Mr. Thornton.' •Exactly,' naid Mr. Whitelaw, with a look of satisfaction 'now, as good luck night tbe very man tbat had these arti-

would have it,

CHAPTER XV. THB STORY OV A LIFE.

In the somber, gloomy building where so many poor wretches have been immured sat the man the detective bad arrested upon tbe suspicion of murder.

The cell was a small, arched apartment, with whitewashed walls, and one narrow grated window opposite the floor. Its furniture was a small cot, covered with a coarse white counterpane, ontbe right band side, and a little stafca and a chair on tbe left.

Ttye prisoner's face was clouded with gloom, and bis wan, haggard cheeks showed the suffering which he had undergone.

His garments were badly torn and ta^tarea, and his hair matted and tanglea

He was a picture of woe and wanton neglect. Presently the noise of approaching footsteps came to his listening. He sat upright, and then arose feebly to his feet as the footsteps finally paused at his cell door, and the bars and chains rattled.

Another moment and the door wss opened by the turnkey, and'Guy Fenton walked in.

Mr. Whitelaw's communication had so aroused his curiosity that he had come immediately to the prison to take a lo at the supposed murderer of bis uncle.

The man looked at Guy with his sad eyes for an instant, and then turned his face away as If he would bide it from view, while a tremor ran through his frame.

Guy, on his part, grew a little pale as be gazed at the dejected looking being before him. 'Meroiful Heaven!' he exclaimed. 'Is thiB Richard Desmond, my old college chutn?' 'Yes—yes. Oh, my friend, I thank God you have come here! There is some horrible mistake—I am arrested for murder.' •Bat, Dick, tell me quickly,' cried Guy seizing the man's withered hand, 'tell me you are not guilty, tbat you had no part whatever in tbe crime.' 'Guy Fenton,' said Richard Desmond, 'have you forgotton the man that was your friend, your boon-companion for four years?' 'No. no forgive me, Dick, forgive tag, His as you say, some horrible mistike.' •Ay, some diabolical plot.' «Bui can yon not give more positive proof? Can you not devisea way of identifying the villian who gave you the money?' •No, none I should not know him if h« stood before me this minute, so closely waa he muffled. I have told my story, which is looked upon sa falae, aid all that I can do is to trust to Him who never forakes any of His creatures. It makes very little difference to me what happens. My life has beennothitut but mistakes from the beginning, aad tbe and might aa well come now as

eT£haw!

Dick, don* talk eo. It

fooUsh to give way to adverse tote so easily. This la rather an unpleasant situation to be sure, but then of course you can't b$ convicted upon this evidence alone.'

The man tbat placed that watch in my pocket and gave me that MllwiU not fat his plot stop hare. He will carry it eut to the end. I suppose the datedITW eogsged upon this mystery have lissn Massing him batd and be met tothrowUbamoff theacent. Mine is nottte first caaeof the kind tbat has

at you can be cleared as to murderer if not as an accomplice,' saU Gny. 'Yoa on prota UMO

IOHMag

^fo—no—I believe I was at Albermarle on t^at vary night.'

in astonishment. «I dont 7t^Jttromea were now eeaiedoppoalts each other, and Bksh«*d Deemood k*ked down upon the fioorto avoid his Mmd- iMp, lovdttoMWk

Gloom unutterable gathered upon his face his features fixed themselves into such rigidity of grief that they became more expressive than if they had been disturbed by passouate emotion and over his brow collected cloud upon cloud, which deepened and darkened every instant till

they

Bet

goo

I found by accident last had

cles, dying in the snow.' 'Whst! Archibald Arnsdale's murderer?' 'Just so,' replied the detective, coolly 'be was starving and didn't dare pass the bill or pawn the watch for fear of detection.' 'Can it be that my suspicions are not true, after all?' mused Guy, and then to Mr. Whitelaw hessld: 'who is ho and what does he look like?' •I can't say that he looks altogether like a bad one, but you will have a chance to see for yourself. Mr. Thornton desired me to ask you to step down to the Tombs where the man Is confined and identify the watch, as he believes that Mrs. Arnsdale and Laura have gone South.' 'Then Thornton says they have gone South?' •Yes.' 'This is strange.' 'Rather.' 'Is there any other proof that this man you have imprisoned committed the murder than the finding of these articles upon him?' 'No, not as yet. This seems to be proof enough to excite the strongest suspicion, and he will be held for examination. He tells some sort of a story about receiving the bill from somebody, but. you see, sir, there is the watch—how did he come by that? His story Is undoubtedly invented for the occasion, and a very poor one, too.'

overshadowed au.

'Guy,* be said after a moment, without raising bis eyee, *do you remember the day we pledged friendship to each other under the old elm in tbe college grounds?' •I do, perfectly.' 'You were my confidant then 'Yes.' 'Well, I am going to toll you tbe story of my life since we graduated, not merely lor the sake of sympathy, but rather for the sake of assistance. 'After leaving college I went to London, as you know, to reside with my father and study medicine. He was a very kind old man and indulged me a peat deal too much. I had studied this profession but a year when I became tired of it and so gave it up, gretaly to my parents' dissatisfaction. For the next four or five years I did notdo mnch of anything unless it was to live as fast aad wild a life as possible. I got in with a

of miscreants who led me from bad to worse, until my father threatened to disinherit me. I settled down a little after this. My finaaces were getting rather low, and I betook myself to writing dramas for some of the small theatres. I soon became associated with actors and actresses and one evening I meta beautiful girl in the green-room who was destined to become tbe ruling spirit ef my life from that time. She was becoming quite an artist in the profession her gayety and pathos were equally .catching she held a golden key at which all the doors of the heart flew open. 'I will not go into particulars,' he said, after a pause, "I will come at once to the point. I married this actress blindly without 'knowing anything more about her than she was of American birth, an orphan, well educated, and oarnlng her living upon the stage. We lived very happily together for nearly a year. I loved ber with all my heart and imagined my affection was returned but I was sadly mistaken. One morning while we were at breakfast a letter with a black seal came to me from my father's solicitors. I was aware tbe moment I laid my eyes upon tbat package that something serious had happened. I broke the seal and read the letter while my wife leaned over my shoulder. It told me in a few words that my father had died and tbat my brother had been made sole beir to his estates. A few hundred pounds only were left to me, and which would be forwarded at once. 'I was considerably surprised at this, and yet I had half expected it. I consoled myself, however, with the thought that I would forget my poverty and feel myself rich with the love of my beautiful wife. But I soon discovered that she had not married me for love but for the wealth which I seemed to be heir to. After reading the letter with the black seal she trvnted me altogether different from what she had before. On tbe least provocation she would fly into a passion and accuse me of having deceived her, and say she had married a beggar.

At last I became deaperateand spent

port ber very well on my IUCK, ana sne seemed to be beoomlng reconciled to our situation. 'One night, when fortune bad favored me, I hurried home with my heart full of joy to lay the money in her lap. Bnt she had gone and left me. A few lines of reproach, etc., wore left for me, and that was all. I remembered nothing after reading ber letter—I had aneplleptlo flt—until I found myself in the hospital. As soon as I was well again I commenced a search fer her. I found she bad sailed for New York and after disposing of nearly everything I possessed, Iraised a little money and came ovor here. 'Tbat was last July. One day in September I met an old friend on Broadway you know him—John Compton—and accompanied blm to his residence at Irv ington to spend a few days. While there I inquired about you and was told that a Mr. Arobibald Arnsdale, whose residence was a few miles distant, was a relative of yours, and tbat you were believed to be visiting him tben. So one evening I started off by mysolf to walk to the villa. It waa about dusk when I arrived at the gate, and as I started to go up to the honsel saw two ladies, standing upon the lawn, one of whom attracted, riveted my attention. I stepped into the foliage near by and decided not to go any farther. Tbe ladies soon went into the bouse, and I could not get a ebanee to see the face of either one. I remained in my place ol concealment until near midnight, hoping tbat the one I desired to look at particularly would venture out again or come to some window where I oould observe ber. But she did not, and when it began to rain bard I walked back to Compton's. In a day or so I heard tbat your unole bad boen murdered on that very night. 'I again went to Albemarle Villa on tbe night after the inquest, not to see you this time, but to catch a glimpse of certain woman there was in tbat house. Tbe evening was beautiful, and as I approached tbe villa my attention was attracted to one of the front windows where the curtain was drawn hastily back. I stole np cautiously and looked in. A woman, whom I oould not see very plainly, seemed to be bent down before a large safe, examining some papers. She turned suddenly, and I fled, ashamed of tbe part I waa playing. •The next day I stood sttbegate as tbe funeral procession passed, sndT Imagine my amazement when I found that the widow of the deceased man was my lost wife.' 'GtreatSGod 1' cried Guy, springing to bis feet. 'Your wife?' •My wife.' [TO BX OQfmNt/MD.]

That's right, give it to him. This the expression of an old nurse, when somebody recommended Dr. Bulls Baby Syrup to our little Charlie, who was suffering with Wind Colic.

A T—sfteraia Peparf re. Tbe following communication ex plains itself:

ALKXA9DBZA BAT, N. Y.. 1880.

Meesra. fl. H. Warner Co.. GxzrrunMX: I have been docterlng tbe last four years for Rheumatism in thibsok. Se&toe and Kidney difficulties, and have bean at no time free from pain nam I commenced taking^

Warner's

Safe Kidney and liver Core whioh has entirely cured me. I wwrttokaepltin tbe boose to treat my Wanda wilb, instead of winee and liqnowM it will onre the Diseaaee that tbey will prodnoe.

Very ttuly yonra. CHAXXJB WAI/TOW.

Forty yean experience baa stamped

rMnsdiee lor Throat or Chest diseases. Ita continued and increaaing popularity ia eosttlnsive evideaoe of its superior corstive qualities.

IS 8TBOSGI.Y ENDORSED. REV. E. F. Li. GAUSS, Galena, 111., writes "For over ten years 1 had beon a great sufferer from pains in the sma:l at the back and region of tbe Kidneys, which was most exerueiatlng and at times almost insufferable. Dootorlng biought no relief, and 1 was finally advised togeabroadfand seek the climate of my yonth. In Germany and Switserland eminent physicians, after closo examinations, declared my sufferings to arise from disease of the Kidneys, of long standing, and could do me no good, I was, however benefited by the climate and consequently returned. No sooner had I been back and resumed my pastoral work, when the old trouble grow again so intense as to make life a burden. A few months ago 1 came in possession of one of Day's Kidney Pads, put it on, and the effects were truly wonderful. The pains at ones grew less, and are now, after wearing tho Second Pad, entirely gone, and there can be no donbt that I am entirely cured, as 1 write this some weeks after its use, and am strong and look the very picture of health. I write this perfectly voluntarily, and it is dictated only by truth and gratitude. Indeed. I consider the Day Kidney Pad Co. God's agents and great benefactois of mankind. May all the suffering be helped as I have been is my earnest wish."

MBS. R. L. SPORE, Sharon, Wis.—"The doctors had given my mother up with what they oalled wight's Disease. She is now wearing Day's i»ad, gaining Strength, and improving every way,"

LAR1MORE & DhAN, Druggists. Niles, Mich.—80 years in business)—'•Day's Kidney Pad is havlagalatge sale and gives better general satisfaction than any remedy we over sold."

CASPER WEITZEL, Policeman, Lancaster, Pa.-"I have been a great sufferer from Kidney complaint, and after wearing your Pad 25 days I feel better than 1 have in 15 years.

Dr. A.J. 8T0NER, Decatur, llls—"Your Pad is doing great gooa hero. Xt sells every day and gives universal satisfaction."

Kor sale by druggists, or sent by mall (free of postage) on receipt of the price—Regular Pad IS'2^00 Special Pad (extra size) WOO Children's $1.50. Our book, "How a Ltfe was Saved," giving the history tills new discovery, and a large record of most remarkable cures sent free. Write for it. Address, DAY KIDNEY PAD CO.,Toledo, O. 4 TTTTrtTW

Owing to the many

v/JL A1UJJI worthless Kidney Pads now seeking a sale on our reputation, we deem itdue tne afflicted to warm tbem. Ask for DAY'S KIDNEY PAD, and take no other. B-July 24.

TNE FROXOTOR A PKKFKO TOR of ASSIMILATION. .. THE REFORMER VITAL-

IZER OF TIIK BLOOD.

THB PHOBUCBR AJ?D IN* VIOORATOB or NBRVK AND MUSCLE. THE BTJITPER SUPPORTER

OF BRAIN POWKR.

FELLOWS'

COMPOUND SYRUP OF HYPOPHOSPHITES

Is composed of ingrcdionts identical with thdst. which constitute Healthy Blood, Muscle and Nerve and Braiu Substance, whilst Life itself is directly dopendent upon some of them.

By Its unison with tho Blood, and its effect upon the Mnscles, re-establishiiu the one and toning tbeother, it is capablo of effetting the following results:

It will displace or washout tuberculousmatter, and tlms oure consumption. By increasing Nervous Muscular

overtax or irregular habits, broucititls

(acute

or chronic), congestion of the lungs, even in the most alarming stages.

cough, ful adjunct »o other remedies in snstaiuing life during the process of dlptheria.

Do not be deceived by remedies bearing a strailor name: no other preparation is a substitute for this nnder any circumstances.

Look out for the name and address, J. I. FELLOWS, Ht. John, N. B.,on the yellow wrapper in wator mark, which isseeu by holding the paper before the light. 01.00 Bottle. 17.50 tor (tlx Boltlee,

SOLD BY ALL DRUGGISTS.

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