Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 13, Number 26, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 23 December 1882 — Page 8

THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

IX) URTSHIP AND MA TRIMON Y.

Moonlight ulki, Midnight walks. Longing eye*, Hoothlng agtw. Front gate, Very lite. Parlor teen?: Feeling Jiu-au. .. "l«are« Hem,

AtMwer ye»." Kind kiwi. Blind hiUn. Interview, 1'apa, Urn. Nothing Happy Dotii, Couple jtiad, Have oad. Organ Mwelin, Marriage bells. Honeymoon, Ended soon. Double brown. Mettled down. One year, Kklea eleir Year* two. Karther Mae Yearn three. Cant agree. Ooonty Court, "Mplendld Hport."' Morrow—*tn Jury grin. Olvorue given, Fetters riven. Worried wife., Lonely lite, llunband ruamH, Wife foanu, Car«—corn, lost."

morai.

When you wed, l/olc atinid, Slight fail, That'i« all.

[The NovelUt.)

A REFRESHING ROMANCE.

Secrets of the Hidden Hut

A MICHIGAN MYSTERY.

BY MORRIS RBDWINO.

CHAPTER VI.

"VMNOIMNCR IS MINE, I WILL REPAY." Depart air. 1 wish to hold no intercoureo with such aa you," and Nioma JSaribrd

mUidimkI

her foot angrily on the

•aofl grits*. Tlu* dark fnce of Bruel Walraven grew •even blacker In lt« wrath.

You dofy me then, and snit upon tho hommt Jove I ofler you?" he ajked In tones of vexatious anger. "I do," she retorted hotly. "I hate and dlsplse you

Hi* tooth gleamed savagely from under his Ueavy black mustache. "Be careful, Nioma, you may drive me 4o desperation." •'T» anothor murder perhaps." "(ilrl what mean you?"

Nothing, only 1 deem you capable of any crime. At heart you are a.eonsummate villain, Bruel Walraven. (Safely intrenched in tho citadel of your wealth you hope to overawe and terrorise mo into marrving you but that you can never do. "Again I say, I hate and despise you. 1 do not wish to look upon your face again."

There was grand passion growing in the girl's black |oves, a word of power .evinced by the ?oninr?ssed lips. He saw that he could not drive hor to act an he desired. Ho must peraue a different •course if ho desired to win hor. "Nioma," ho said, In a softened tone, "I hee how useless it is to threaten, and

I meant not to do so but you drove mo to it i.y your hot words. I would like to auk If you love another "I will answer no importinent questions." "It matter* little," returned Walraven "I have guesaed the truth. You do love another, and that other is, or was, Klmer Ronald."

H'tut Klmor Ronald r»v», win, for that interesting young chap ceaaed to bo some weeks ago." ••what do yon mean

Klmer Ronald is dead 1" '•Then you havo murderw nlm." "What a villain you pretend to mink wo, Nioma," ho ««aUi, with a smile. "Murder Is something gentlemen never indulge i» brides, it's a most dangerous sport. Nearly a month ago Elmer Ronnlvi was drowned." ••How? Where?" ••Not far from Pinevllle, in the Rogue."

Mln» knew the villain was lying, for Konald had been with her since then. It was scarcely three weeks since she had re»cuc-t htn\ft«»m death at the hands of the susa^-do* of the swamp house. Of course Walraven suppose*! him dead, and never auspected that she knew more of that night's work than he did him

8he could afford to be calm under hia announcement. ••Mr. Walraven, voo will excuse mo if I tell von that I don't believe one word of this.* '•It'* irue, Nioma, as you will some time learn. Klmer Ronald will never be awn among men again." "Then he ha* been murdered." "Why do vou think so?* "lie waa acting a spy among hon»ethlevea, and of course »a* in danger all the time."

Ha he told you that, did be!' cried Walraven.

-"Yon moat have very intimate with the fellow." "We were friends.in whivh I ing strange, for Mr. U«»»*UI was a noble joung man." "Ntotna. If this tmit Ronald fail* to «oiK round t!i you kst*n to my suit "No." ]{f frt»wned wtjjrt'v aswin, "You are ineorri*S'»W, Ni«*m»." "I have au hu«»»«i*t »»atred for you, Bru*l Walraven. I would die rather than marry you,"

With these words the timteo turned to

'^fhay were standing on the sand by the lake. He spntng forward qulcklv, and gnwpftd her arm, hH face hideous in its rag*.

Nioma «affVrd!" he hisaed, hotly, "as aora a» there Is a God In Heaven, vou ahall be my wifa. by fair means or by fouUVemembw that!"

He dropped her arm and allowed her to dart away. .... ... He walked alowlr to Ma skiff, grounded on the sand a tew rods away, shoved off, leaped la and grasped the oaia, "The Infernal wench." he multeted, **«bow cordiallyahehat«toe. alt the better for

l|**

AaoeUa, yet not like her. 9he has herj

beauty, her grace and charm ol manner, but there's more of the

tig6rin,j*fr

ture. Annella was soft and yielding as akilten, not the sort for me. Mv queen Nioma, shall yet

Jail

at my tabl

ile, the

my home. I have sworn it,

and Bruel Walrawen never breaks his oath. It's lucky, that that cursed Ronald is disposed of. I shudder when I think how near we came to falling into fojg b&Dds/1

The outlaw soon reached the land and secured his boat. He walked about two miles from the woods, when be come upon an old mo«vgrown log but, in which he had stabled his horse.

Not far away was a road that led directly to Pinevllle, down which Bruel Walraven was riding slowly, meditating upon future plana of operation.

He was passing a strip of dense undergrowth, when a glittering object cut the air with a hissing sound. His horse

re a terrible snort, snd darted down forest road as though shot from a how*

It was with much difficulty that Walraven could check the speed of the animal, which seemed hurt as well as frightened. .. ...

The outlaw soon discovered the cause of the trouble. A keen-pointed instrument was driven half way to the hilt in the horse's neck. ......

Drawing it forth, Walraven held it up to view, bis dark face palling as he saw what be held in his bsnd. "Great Heaven!" 'tis the Silver Dagger!" he exclaimed, hoarsely.

It was a delicate shaped weapon, with along keen blade. Blood was slowly tackling from the sharp steel point.

The outlaw trembled like a leaf. "It's fifteen years since I last saw that weapon," he muttered, "and then it was red and dripping aa now, but with the life blood of a woman. Can it be that the spirits of the dead haunt this earth

He turned it over in his hand. The letters "P. H." were engraved on the handle. "The same weapon, the very same, there is no mistake," he groaned.

Something else caught his eye, a neatly folded strip of paper tied securely with a line cord.

This was soon removed and the paper unfolded. Vengeance i* mine, will repay."'

That was all. Was the hand of God in it? Tho affair was deeply mysterious, terribly portentiona to the outlaw chief, and the cold sweat stood out iu great drops on his forehead.

A guilty conscious was at work. The Silver Dagger had waked memories that Bruel Walraven had thought burled forever* ...

Walraven suddenly roused himself and looked back. He wondered who had sent the dager flying so unerringly. Was it meant or his heart? Evidently not.

Perhaps some one had heard the story of the past and took this method of giving him a scare.

He used every argument to brush away tii"

J~J

his fears, and partially succeeded. He was glad however, when the spire the village church at Pineville appeared in sight. A sense of relief came over him and he breathed easier.

He thrust the naked dagger carefully into his coat pocket, first twisting the paper over the sharp point,and rode into he village.

Dismounting, he entered one of the aaloons, resolved to take something to quiet his nerves, alter the shaking up they had received.

The polite bar-tender sat out a decanter and glass for his wealthy customer. "Been riding some distance, I guess your horse Is wet's a rag/'Jsaid the white aproned man behind the bar. ifes twentv miles."

Walraven

haVl

filled his glass, and was

about to drink, when he felt a hand on a "Say, stranger, ain't you goln' to treat a fellar

The "feller" was rather [a queer specimen. Ilis breeches and tunic were bottle green.

On his head was a green skull cap. a green patch over the right eye, and a pair of heavv brogaus on his feet, the only article of wearlug apparel not green aixmt him.

Out from under the close-fitting skull cap rolled a mass of fine red hair A fierce mustacho of the same color covered his llpn. "When you git done starin' perhaps vou'U treat stranger," grunted the man. "Who In uature are you cried Walraven, in astonishment. "My name's Tempest." "What are you dressed in that outlandish fashion for?" "Wall, you see, my great-gran theron mammv'ssido was Greene, that was bis name. Want ter kinder keep the inemorv green in the famllv, so I docs it this wav. No harm done I hope, stranger." ••"Not in the least. What 11 you have, Mr. Tempest?" "A leetle brandy an' water for mine," said the man, stepping up to the bar. "You see. brandv an' water wu* the ole man's drink, an it kinder runs In the famllv."

After quaffing the liquor, the outlaw turned to leave. "Say, mister, to make it asquar'thing sposen vou tell me your natne?" "Mv "name Is Walraven, Mr. Tempest.

"Walraven! Well, I'm blowed! Glmme vour haud. So you're the man that killed a hoss-thief onct eh? Pretty smart lookin' chap, I swow."

Walraven eyed the roan curiouslv." "You*~e mistaken, sir, I neverchuned that honor he returned bluntly. ••Too modest to speak oa't, mebbe "No, but I never happened to be lucky enough to meet one." "Would kill one In sJch a case, of course "Of course?" "Wall, good by, Mr. Walraven. When *11 I see you again?" "Couldn't say, I'm sure. Mr. Tempest. You may meet me a down times before night for aught I know." "Mightv fine gentleman that,"said the man iti green, after Walraven departlire*

Yes." said th bar-keeper, "he's a fine man, and one of the richest in Pinevllle." "Dew tell." ••Yes It's a fart." "Thunder!"

The m*n In green sauntered out on the ttmt, and slowly wended his way over to SeafortiTs. tin the meantime Bruel W alraven rode alowlv homeward. He lived In a large aquare. brown house, surrounded by a neat garden. He kept "bachelor's hall," employing a negro and hia wife about the house.

In the ante! of his room the outlaw dtew forth the Silver Dagger, and placing his heel on the deader blade, soon had it bent and finally broken. "That at least shall never haunt me more," be muttered, as be flung the pieces out of the window into the uiu grase by the feooe.

CHAPTER VII.

Tax fac* AT T«

wnfroow.

Awas slowly toiling through tha Crystal Lake. osdar swamp near

... .*?

It waa Bruel Walraven. He had appointed another meeting at the hidden house, and waa now on hia way to join hia companions in crime.

There was only one safe point that tun little ialand in the swamp could be approached. A strip of hard-pan came near Ihe surface, extending from the main-land to the island, which had been discovered by the outlaws, and which was unknown to others.

This strip was not more than two yards wide, and was tortuous it. its course, rendering the footing dangerous, even to those acquainted with the secret.

Scarcely had Bruel Walraven reached the island when the report of a pistol cut the air.

He felt the ball fan his cheek, cutting awav a lock of hair in its course. For an instant the outlaw chief stood rooted to the spot.

Danger and death seemed lurking everywhere. W*ho could have fired the shot?

No living soul excepting his six friends and nimself knew of this island and the mode of reaching it.

It was almost dark, and Walraven could discern nothing in the gloom. "It's one of the boys trying to frighten me," be said with a low laugh. "Come out of that, you rascal. I've caught you this time," he shouted.

The only answer was the soughing of the wind through the trees. "Ugh but the place is uncanny," he said. "I'll hasten to the house and see if the others have arrived."

There was no one there. All was dark and silent as the grave. Lighting the lamps, Walraven sat down to wait.

Thump, thump on the door. Walraven sprang to his feet in alarm. The outlaws never knocked when they ra,,,e'

The outlaw remembered the pistolshot, and shuddered. Who waa on the island "An enemy, not a friend. Good Heavens will the others never come he murmured.

Thump! thump! thump! This time louder and more imperative. Walraven was a coward by natufe. He grew white with fear. He dared not go to the door, but be drew his revolver. "Come in," he said huskily.

The door opened slowly. Walraven stood staring wildly. "Miglitv oncivil, seems ter me, ter keep a fefier standin' out in the night air. Might ketch my death by it."

It was the man in green. Walraven breathed easier. How had this man found his way here? He must never go away with the knowledge he possessed it would be ruin indeed. "Hello! Put up that shootin' irou!" cried Tempest. "I'm mighty afeerd of sech things. Wall, I vow, you look's pale as a ghost! What's the matter, Mr. Walraven

The outlaws brows grew black. "How in the name of Heaven did you find your wav here Greenskin cried Walraven' still clutching his revolver nervously. "Couldn't I foller you "But you didn't." "Eh! What's that?" "I sav that vou did not follow me."

Which's the same's to say I lie." "Suit yourself, Greeuskin." "Don'tealI me hard names, you ole on The man advanced and seated himself deliberately on the table, his single eye gleaming defiantly into the face of the outlaw chief. "You shot at me outside, fellow, ou attempted to murder me," said Walravon sternly. $r "Did, eh?" "You know vou did, you villian "What's that? You call me a villian me, an honorable descendent of ole Joel* Greene Spoons and fiddle-strings, man! you don't know what you're talkIn' about." "You have run to your doom, Greenskin," said Walraven sternly "You have entered the hidden house, from whence you go not alive "Sho f'

The outlaw raised his revolver. Quicker than a flash it was stricken from his hand, and a gleaming muz/Je stared the astounded desperado in the face. "None o' your tricks, ole man Sam Tetnpest don't fool round a hornet's nest 'tbout bavin' someshin'ter pull the stringers romember that, will yon Now, who's goin' ter die fust, you pixen hoss-tbief, vou or me, eh?" and a low laugh oozed up from the strangers lungs.

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Ap-

The tables were turned completely. Walraven glanced uneasily toward the door. "Oh, vou needn't roll your eyes tha way," said the man in green. "I know who you're 'spectin' it's Ez Dayton, Jim Roberts an' tho rest but they wont boon fur an hour ylt, 'member that. What a nice thing it'll be fur 'em ter see you nice laid out here, with a hole •ned through your heart, eh and fiArrihl

opened through your heart, Tempest laughed horribly. "W hat would you do, Mr. murder me "Oh, it's Mr. Tempest now. Forgot about Greeuskin, eh How queer! Sudden conversion, as the preachers say. t'For God's sake! man, cease this irating and tell me why you are here, you intend to murder me, do so at

TERRU HAUTE SATUMUJAY jjjviiiNTN"G MAIL.

Tempest,

"Oh! ready ter die, eh Wall, mebbe I'd better take you at your word an' send you ter kingdom comin' in short

OIThe

hammer clicked.

Walraven grew nervous. Would this strange specimen of humanity murder him in cold blood He believed the wreteh would delight In do-

^he cold sweat stood .out on the outa His agony seemed to afford Mr. Tempest an immense fund of pleasure. "Mercy t" suddenly gasped Walraven. •'Did vpu Intend ter grant me any mercy a "leetle bit ago, eh grunted Tempest. "Didn't you say I jbouldn git off with a whole skin, eh What the use showin* you any mercy then I've got the upper flipper now, an *«1 better silence you while I kin. Ain a

Perhaps it was logic, but not the kind that suited W alraves. If he could keep the man engaged until bis friends came he might e«cape. •'Mr. Tempest,you're a ldnd-faearted man. 1 know

im do IU" Honest, now?*

llV.

"Stop." commanded Tempest. None o' your poft-aoap It don't an down. 1 know what vonWhinkin', bull shan't be ketehed. I'm too sharp. But to blxnesa. I come here ter tine the league that's my tatantkma. Nowefyo^llWn^rswak agoodword fur me with yer Irienaa, 111 at np on y#r

yer

Mr. Tempest.

The mr" in green lowered hia revol-

ati®

the' floor, Tempeat walked away. "I'll return this shootin '-stick when all is settled, Mr. Walraven."

With that the man opened the door and passed out into the night, and Bruel Walraven was once more alone.

Shortly after he was joined by four of the outlaw gang. Where are Dayton and Sanger?" questioned Walraven. "Ez Dayton's got his hands full after MissSeaforth," said Roberts. "He won't be worth much more to us until he marries thegirl and settles down." "And Sanger?" "Didn't get your word, I guess," answered the deputy sheriff, Steele.

WTe must proved to business without tbem. then." This occupied about two hours, after which Walraven brought in the name of Tempest.

None of the four had ever heard of the man. "He dresses in green, has red hair and wears a patch over his right eye." "A singular specimen.'' "Yes. He wishes to join the league." "Preposterous!" "He has discovered our retreat," said the captain, slowly and delibrately. "We must allow him to join, or elseput him out of the way, effectually and at once."

Eevery one looked into his tifeighWa face in alarm. "If he's a spy we're gone," said Reberts. "Don't be too sure," put in Steele. "He's deubtlessan escaped convict, who found the place by accident. If he's a jail bird, be may be of service to us after

"That's true. He's a bard looking customer," said the captain. At this instant W alraven, who was facing the one window the house contained, sprang to his feet with a cry of terror, his face bleached to the hue of death, one arm outstretched toward the window. "Great Heaven look there," he cried, hoarsely, trembling like one in convulsions.

The others looked, but saw nothing. "'Tis gone now," muttered Walraven, partially recovering from his fright. "What was it, captain "And did none of you see it?" "No." "Pressed against one of the panes was a face "Goon." "The face of Elmer Ronald!" "Nonsense.'' "It's true as Heaven. It was all spattered with blood, and the eyes, the eyes Pray God I may never see such a sight again," and Walraven reelled back in his seat, covering his face with his hands. "Haunted!" exclaimed the rest, in a hushed tone, while a feelina awful, unspeakable, hung over them for a time.

CHAPTER VIII.

THE MAN IX ORKEJ* AGAIN. Nioma Safford was standing in the door of the old sugar-house, down In the woods by the neck.

Here was where Ronald secreted himself on that memorable spring day long weeks ago.

From hero she had called him forth after the danger was past. Then came thasweet, restful hours of tbat last afternoon together by the lakeside then the last ride over the crystal waters, the lingeriuff farewell under the shadows of the great forest.

It was midsummer now, and Nioma had seen nothing of her lover. Whether he was dead or living she had no means of knowing.

No wonder, then, that the heart of the maiden was sad no wonder that the future seemed hung with dark portentous clouds. And over all hung the mystery surrounding the Silver Dagger. £ioma had kept the weapon, resolved to part with it only when her lover should come for it.

Even her father knew not that she had it in her possession. It was this that had excited her parent soon that awful night, and Nioma felt tbat a strange mystery lurked about the keen-pointed, dangerous weapon.

She had fashioned a deep pocket in her dress, where the dagger lav, most of the time, safe in its leathern sheath.

The sunlight was peering down through the opening in the foliage overbead, resting with coy, golden fingers on the midnight masses of hair that crowned the maiden's head.

The air was full of sounds peculiar to summer time in the woods. The grass Krew green and luxuriant throughout the rich bottom lands, forming a green carpet as soft as any made by art.

Nioma's dark eyes were- cast down, a look of melancholy shrouding her usually bright young face.

Suddenly a shadow fell athwart the

grTbe

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This announcement created quite a stir. The subject of admitting Tempest into the councils was warmly debated. "He is a spv, I do believe," said Steele. "That's my* opinion, exactly," assented Roberta, the Methodist class leader.

And Walraven confessed that he, too, feared as much. "But," said he, "he has found this retreat how I do not know, and 1 think it would be as well to flatter him into believing that we admit him iuto the league then we can the better watch his movements, and if be don't go straight, then send him after Ronald.' "A verv good idea, captain, said Uwood. "Where is the man now?" "CWJ say. He was here just before you came." "In this room "Yes."

maiden raised her eyes with a

start* She looked into the dark, smiling face of Brule Walraven.

He was stroking his heavy black mustache with one white band, the amlle revealing his white, even teeth. "I sought vou at the bouse, my fair forest queen he said, "but sought in vain. What a spot is this for a lover's tryst. I thank you, Nioma, for revealins its beauties to me. I suppose you were verv lonely, and caw here with a heart yearning for roe." "Ylllian!" exclaimed the maiden, shrinking back Jrom the gajw o/ bU bold black eyes, her band instinctively finding the hilt of the Silver Dagger. "Hush, my lady-bird, that Is a harsh

°"Wb«t sent vou here?" she demanded, angrily. "Did I not forbid yon ever

well to go at such a bidding." Her lips curled scornfully. «You are an inveterate scoundrel to persecute me thus." "You are growing harsh again, my

'""Since yon understand my feeHnga you will depart, If theje't a spark of manhood In your heart.

•?YouUanBj5swKf to be severe this morning, MiSTSSoni," be .*d£b«t I'm not the man to take a maiden at ber word whan aha don't know her own mind. I understand what is 'or your interest as well as my own, I am rich

have a

aptoo^dhcwDe and a lonely heart. I loveyouand*would?*akayo«imy 'Jilt's a free* chance for yon—the best

Mil!®!!

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j^T "?*f:

thing that ever offered. You pretend not to love me now but few marry loving each other. Love-mate

She stopped him with an imperious gesture. "Have done with this nonsense, Bruel Walraven. I gave you my answer long ago."

His dark face grew darker. A frown mounted his heavy brows. "You spit upon my love, the love of a Walraven?" he criedJfiercelv, losing his self-command for the time. "Nioma Safford, you shall repent this."

V/j thrMlft a{p "There'll beads', as well as threats,my proud girl." "I do not fear you." "Very good, my girl,"as she started to move away. "I have used the last pleading word with you, the very last." "For which I am thankful." "For which you may curse the day you were born." "Villain!" "Go on with your taunts, proud girl," be said, white with rage. "I will soon have the upper hand, and then look out."

He placed himself suddenly in her path. "Stand aside, Bruel Walraven "Not yet," he sneered. "We are all alone in the woods. You are in my power."

Nioma shuddered and shrank back at the meaning look that rested ou his

"Scoundrel, what" would you do He laughed hoarsely, "You snail not go to the house until you promise to be my wife. Refuse, and the consequences be on your own head."

He sprang forward and seited her by the shoulder. There was a develish gleam in his wicked black eyes that curdled the blood in be in

His bcmiflR ^P8 touched her cheek. Quich e* Hash something gleamed In thesuulight. .,

The next oioatfit the outlaw sprang backward with a cry of pain. Nioma stood, white to the lits, holding the Silver Dagger, clinched iu one small, white hand, blood dripping from the sharp steel point. "The Silver Dagger again screamed the outlaw, his eyes dilating with horror, at the same time eudeavonng to stanch the blood that flowed from a wound in his shoulder. "The Silver Dagger!" echoed the voice of Niomtf. "Where, in Heaven's name, did yoa find that?" "It was sent to me for defense against cowardly villains such as you." "But that dagger was destroyed long since," he cried. "I destroyed it with my own bands." "Tho Sliver Dagger has many lives," she answored, noting the terror the sight of her weapon had inspired. "I believe you," ho groaned. IOU intended to murder me. rfiorna." "I intended todefend myself.'? "Give me the dagger." "I'm not the blind fool you think me," she said sharply.

His black eyes were red with rage. He advanced slowly upon her. Suddenly, with a tiger spring, he was upon her, and wrenched the dagger from her hand.

A hoarse, triumphant laugh fell from his lins. "Who's ahead now, my prettv tigtI ress?" he cried, grimly. ""V ou are In my power now, and cannot escape."

Her heart sank then, and she grew weak as death. His heavv hand grasped her arm, while the look of a devil flashed from his eyes.

The Silver Dagger bad saved her once, it could not save ner again. Help came from an unexpected quar-

A green shadow leaped from the corner of the sugar-bouse. There was a heavy blow, and the outlaw captain lay sprawling la a most undignified heap on the grass. "Take that, you pizen sarptnt! A purty gentleman you be, ter insult a lady this way."

Brule Walraven was on bis feet in a moment, with a drawn revolver in his hand. ..

Too late. The cold muzzle of a similar weapon peered into his lace at the end of asteadv arm.

The man in green was master

ln"Gra^ous

peat

irasa

ISlll

He shook his bead.

You will learn

turn out bad

the grand ion after I have made you my wife, and lavished the wealth of mv love upon you. I am the last of my rttfe. I do not wish to have the name of "Wal raven become extluct. 1 would have it perpetuated forever. Please think of these ^things, Nioma, er« you are so rash as to utterly refuse

night. Keep up

the

situation. ... ^». "No you don't, my fine-haired cove, said Tempest, with a grim smile. "Sam Tempest don't run bis neck into danger fun. Drop that dagger!"

The outlaw's fingers worked nervously The cold muzzlo of a revolver, along the barrel of which glanced the single eye of the man in green, was a situation far from pleasant to contemplate. "Dropthat dagger!"

There was no mistaking the commandThe fellow meant shoot, and Walraven knew it*

The Silver Dagger fell to the ground. "Drop that revolver!" "Villain, you shall pay for this with vour life!" "Drop ber mighty quick, you aarplnt, or 111 let a hole through your vile karltiss!"

Down went the revolver beside tho dagger, and the outlaw stood wounded and disarmed before the man In green. "Now, then, 'bout face an' dig.

With an oath. Brule Walraven turned and fled from the place of bis humllla-

Tlie man In green coolly gathered up theWeapons. Nioma regarded ber rescuer In wonder.

With his green suit, green patch over one eye, and fire-red hair, he *as certainly not a prepossessing object to look upon. He bad done here a good turn, however, and-her heart felt grateful.

When be approached again, extended her hand, a look of gratitude beaming In her eyes. "How can I thank you, sir, for this kindness?" she murmured, tears start-

Peter! ma'm," said the man,

"Sam Tempest don't ax no thanks. I a queer incfiwidual, ma'm I does things fur the good thet comes arter, in here, and be tnumped hia left braast exprea-

have a kind heart, Mr. Tem

Wall

Fall. It's glnooine, I hope. ma'm. yourn?" and he extended the dag-

This 8*1

flbe received* with thanks. "P'raps you'd better take this other weeponTtoo. Might wetter shoot some piaen bloat sosrae day, eb?" 'gbe refused the revolver, however it

weapon ahe bad never learned to

l%*y

walked to the edge of the field

together. Hew the man in green paused. "Wepnrt here," be aaid. "Won't jfou go to the house? My

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£*.

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No, 1 must be trampln'. _Ie pressed a paper li hand add dartea away.

per Into the maiden's

Nioma opened the paper in evident wonder. Thecontents brought a tinge of red ber cheek, a glad light to her eyes:

Nioma—Everything is working to mj liking. I think tbat Walraven aud bis gang will be in prison inside of a

fort

good

couraare. doarest.

We shall soon meet again* The man in green is my friend.

Trust

him.

Your loving Elmkr. Nioma pressed the note to her lios and hurried to the house. The note from her lover, though brief, proved tuat he was still alive aud well.

She felt that she had been well repaid for her days adventure in the wood, since through that came news from her absent lover. [TO BR CONTINUED']

DISTRESS AFTER EATING, the result of indigestion, Is no longer experienced If a half tablespoonful of Simmons Liver Regulator is taken after each meal. It is such a good digester, and so mild and pleasant In its effects, that it is used by many after a hearty meal to ensure good digestion. The Regulator does not nauseate or irritate the stomach. Is purely vegetable, and can be taken In any condition of the system, and. unlike" any other known medicine, when its use is discontinued, the system is not left constipated.

Oh,MvM!

That's a common expression and has a world of meaning. How much suffering is summed up in it.

The singular thing about it is, that pain in the back is occasioned by so many things. May be caused by kidney disease, liver complaint, consumption, cold, rheumatism,dyspepsia,overwork, nervous debility, &c.

Whatever the cause, don't neglect it. Something is wrong and needs prompt attention. No medicine has yet been discovered that will so quickly and surely cure such diseases as BROWN'S IKON BITTERS,and it does this by commencing at the foundation, and making the blood pure and rich.

Wm. P. Marshall, of Logansport, Indiana,writes.* My ile liai for many years been troubled from pain in her back and general debility incident to her sex. She has taken one bottl* of Brown's Iron Bitters, and 1 Can truthfully nay that she has been so much benefited that she pronounces it the only remedy of many medicines she has uicd."

Leading physicians and clergymen use and recommend BROWN'S IRON HITTERS. It has cured others suffering as you are, and it will curc you.

KIDNEY-WORT

FOR THE PERMANENTCURE OF CON8TIPATION.

No other diaeaa* la to prevalentJn Oil* oountry OonatlptUon, Mid ao rtmwiy haa ever equaliad tha oalabratad KZDNBTWOBT aa a eura. Whatavwr the oauao, howcrer obaUnaU tha oaaa, thU

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remedy

will overcome it. B|| THIS dIn treating oomrlliEwa plaint la very ap' to bo ootnpltoatod with oonatipattoa. X. :nayWort Btrenffthena the weuteaed par aod a quickly curea all kindi of Pllae even rban pfcyslciana and madtoinoa hare befo 0U1ad. VI/y cm havo oithar ofthewj tr

lata 8«ll

USE

TUTT'8 WECTQBtHT

la ompoMt] of ll-rbal ..r.d M^-il urti.wnicii Permeate the

rllallos

that caimo* t!»e

of tha

Laagf, upntoratu acrid matter

that oullMtain

tha Bronchial

laothlnf

Tab««, and forma

MMtUnii which

relieve* the

Ir-

cot*|b.

rl*aoeea

ilialunfiotall IropnrKUa, atrrngthaas Utemwhen enfeebled tor ata* tha circulation of tba blood, and br»e*«i toa Bemmasfat«tn. *H*ht eolda often end In eoaranpUon. It fa d*n«er»«a

neglect

tbem. Apply tha remedy promptly. A

tartof wwaoJi tM iwruon tn*. ao remedy tiae ever brtn foand that la prompt in i»efi*«a« TUTT'S IXPCCTORA^T. elngledoaeralace the phlegm. Inflammation,Md It* ap-wlilr w* i1'"J™?6 obttinut*

wurh. A plea Bent cordial, chil

dren Uk« It readily. For Croup It lnralaable

b» in »r»ry family.

In aflt.and $1 Bottle*.

TUTT'S

PILLS

AOT DIRKCTLY

OH THK UVEW,

Curea hilla and Fever, pvepepete, Mek Ha*d*efcef BUioue Colic,t on»tlp«tle», Rfceumattiem. Ptlei, Palpitation of tlwHeart,l»txxU»ee*.Torpid I^iver,nod Ftnak

Lnr*g*t*rlUea. Ify«

viLlvrt-.-Dtar Sir,

mIiiiI

do not "feel

verr wait," a au«t« pM etlmulatea tbaatomaab, Mumtltt appetite,

impart* rijfor

the

ayetem.

I0TED DIVJIE SAYS^

For ten year* 1 ihava

Um martyr to DyepepaU, Cotuttpatioo and PUaa. Laetaprtaff T«' 7*7 tenet I naadtkem (ba* with littlefaitty I now well »aa,ha»* food appeltt*, di**a mtKt. leanlti atoola, pi lea (ooa,

fi^eattoa

forty peosda eoud

I n*va

fleah.

They are worth