Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 14, Number 5, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 28 July 1883 — Page 7

PAPER

PEOPLE.

FOR THE

Her Mother's Sin

Continued from Sixth Page, *.

M*/'* A.

nee Hyde." A smile—almost the first seen on his face since his loss came over the earl's face. "There is no fear of our relationship being unknown here," be said to himself. 'Eienor Ryeford, nee Hyde,' has every detail by heart, am sure."

He found that Sir Alton Ryeford had been a city man, who wa* knighted on the occasion of some famous royal progress.

that time he had been wealthy,

and had lavished bis money 'freely enough ou all the luxuries of life. His handsome wife bad helped him to spend, and they had been first and foremost in their own set. Then suddenly Sir Alton bad lost most of his fortune in some rash speculation, and the loss broke bis heart. But Lady Ryelord hsd what she was always pleased to call her marriage settlements, and she hod her house in Park L^uie. She lost none of ber dignity with her loss of position. Her daughtor, rumor said, was extremely beautiful, and Lady Ryeford relied ou her tusking a groat marriage. "Very different poople from the Eriecotes," though the earl, as his carriage stop|ed lefore the bijou residence in Park Lane, and the tall footman who opened the door in replv to his inquiry announced that Lady Ryeford was at ho tne. [TO BK OOXTINUKD NEXT WKEK.]

The Man Who Committed Bigamy.

Arlo BuU*, in Harper'* Bazar. I. It was the most ridiculous of situations to have lived thirty years under one name, married under it, and then be suddenly called upon to change It, was enough to make evon a harder-headed man than Philip Sweetser a little confused and when It came to his wife's taking anew name also, and that quite a different one from either ot his, it is no wonder that Phil declared that the personal Identity of the family was wholly lost, and that for Ills own part he kuew uelther who his spouse nor himself had bccome.

It came about in this way. Phil and his wife were not related, yet they had, from birth, an aunt and an uncle in common, which Is a genealogical pususle which he may solve who cares to take the trouble although fora proper understanding of the matter, it should be added that two more headstrong, crotchety, whimsical old celibates than these same relatives never snubbed dependents or quarrelled with friends. In their willful fashion they were very fond of Philip and Margret, and to them they willed the ample fortune with which fate had severally provided them. They departed life at about the same time, and Auut Merry weather left her property to Margrot on condition the latter assumed the family name of the testator, while Uncle Karobrldge bequeathed his wealth to Philip upon terms precisely similar. It made no e«peciai difference to Phil. He was not unwilling to assume the proud old name of his mother's family and with legislative aid the change was noon effected.

But with Margret the situation more complicated.

flave

L——

money go

mate rowult that the voung couple became kfrally known as Mr, fttrebridge and Mrs. Merryweather, a confusing collocation of cognomens which put them In very serious doubts as to who thev might really be.

It chanced that about the time matters were legallv settled, the date arrived when the nair had plan nod to visit Florida to avoid tho rigors of the Boston spring.

But what are we to call onrnelrw?" Margret demanded, as they were discussing details. Yon say you cannot teach Magnolia until a week after I do, and it will certainly look peculiar enough for r*. Merryweather to announce that she is expecting her husband, Mr. Farebridge, in a few days. I simply shall refuse to recognise you when vou get there. It is too utterly rkitcufou* for our names to be different,"

Nonsense," replied Phil. "You couldn't help rushing to meet me If you were called N au Schnclppenhaosenstadtfelt and 1, Peter Snooks. You adore nte too much to resist me, especially after a week** separation." "Adore you! you horrihly conceited wretch!" cried his wife. "I'll never apewk one word to you when you come to Magnolia, if I die of lonenoaaetteas. won't eren honor yon with a gianceof mv haughty Merryweather eyes, as Aunt Margret used to say. Oh, you shall

Phil had more than half

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lis®

THE MAIL'S.-:

daughter a* simple an the Eriecotes. Aid bury House, as the earl's town mansion was called, was situated in Belgravia. He had always kept a full establishment of servants there, so that if ever anything came upon tne tapis likely to interest himself or the bo tbey could run up to town at once

bis arrival he read in the faces of the old

carls showed him what was

faintest flush swept over Mrs. Merryweatber's smooth eheek ss Mr. i-arebi

pfeparetf

He proceeded at once to London, feel- known to a minute the probable time of ing, ae he owned to himself, all her husband's arrival, and had taken the better and brighter for bis journey, nnmnneof and for bis constant companionship with

"May

iridse ia passing the ladies, lifted you'c his hat out no other sign have I your own wife than to have it known his nav, put —would— «k. ».«. t*nHn» with a strange man at chamber window.'1 .s head and laughed a JSSjely on with Krembroidery, appar- long, chuckling laugh, which broke out

intent upon its .conventional afresh under every attempt to smother I teautiS and as d«Sply interested in Miss! it. "Margie,'' be gargled "you Paddy! S2SrS,p as before. She had been youH be the death of me! I never heard I Spart pojrtp

for" this encounter sue naa

8be

Daphne. He bad decided to go to his Beif andT went to ber room, where she Spart'S room is directly over mine, and town house, again making business his executed a series of girlish pirouettes, she has ears like a lynx. pretext be could then call on Lady indicative of wild glee, but hardly com- 111 come inside, he said, rising Ryeford but he reflected that Ut would oatible with the highest ideals of matron- Ugbtly and making a motion to put his be better to write first. He could not [J dignity. Then she made the most foot over the window-sill. expect to find Lady Ryeford and ber

bewitching

arrangement

amusement,

cijjef

mea.\

(tervants profound sorrow for his great u?®, ghe totally ignored Mr. Farebrldge. that night. He made some advances in the good

loss. 1 be next day be wrote little uote to graces of Miss Spart, whose seat was Lady Ryeford, saying simply that busi- next bis own, discovering that they had ness* bad brought him to town, and that common acquaintances in the North he should be pleaad to do binutelf the by the time dinner was ended, pa^ honor of calling upon bur. Au answer tience not being the strongest trait of came In an envelope edged with deepest his character, be thought himself in a black. The letter was signed in an ele- good position to make use of that-elderly gant Sowing band—"Eienor Ryeford, maiden's good offices.

of toilettes, and went down No, no. she cried.

am Mirnnin h. inner Then suddenly closing the window in Ffttfl or Phll so contrived as to fix that his face and locking it. she sat down cn eentleman's pl^e apposite his wife's at the floor and burst into foolish tears, table. Mrs. fierry weather's first feeling Her husband stood helplessly r^arding this

posite?" be questioned, as they left the

{amlliar."

iazza

when I

Haven't

His wife having fled, Farebrldge, perceiving that he was out manoeuvred, freed hlmsolf from Miss Spart as speedily as possible, and betook himself to the piazza. As he came through the long window his wifo turned to go to her room, and in passing Phil let her fan. whetbor by accident or design even she --11 at f1— up. sbe took It his grasp lingered upon it

in.

It was perhaps half an hour laterwhen a servant tapped at Margret's chamber door, bringing a note. The superscription, which she saw at once was in her husband's hand, ran: "To Mrs. Margret Merryweather. introducing Mr. Philip Farebridge." It read as follows "DKAK MRS. MKRRYWEATHKR—Will you allow me to make you acquainted with Mr. Farebrldge? I have known him all my life, and can unhesitatingly speak of him as a capital fellow, whom you will find it a pleasure to know. I take the opportunity of adding mv unchanging regards, and with uufailing devotion I remain, "Very sincerely yours, "PlIILtP SWKKTSKR."

Margret hesitated a moment. Here was the way out of her difficulties but. femininely enough, at this indication or a readiness on her husband's part to humor her caprice, she became unwilling to end the farce. The cleverness of his device amused her, but it also stirred her up to match against his her skill in 'in

parrying. It was hardly ten minutes after Phil dispatched his missive before the servant returned it to bim accompanied by a tiny note, which said: "Mrs. Merryweather regrets missing

i. mw uiuwuu was the acqualntantance of Mr. Farebrldge, Had she been single especially when he is so cordially ini. a

shifted her name tempo- dorsed by an a. ngos of this sort being among third person but

the accidents which are supposed to enter having In the world a friend whose name into iho calculations of every young is Philip Sweetser, she lssure there must woman. The idea of taking* a uaine be some mistake in the delivery of this which was not her husbands was an- letter to her."

other thing, and too ridiculous, she said it suggested the weak-minded vagatles of so-called strong-minded women far more closely than was at all pleasant but as for having Aunt Merry weather's money go to those disagreeable Stark

AM wtn ft 1«» /Itnln ttiMU

ipparentlv disinterested ut as she is not aware of

This note dispatched, Margretsat waiting for nearly an hour, expecting some farther demonstration on the part of her husband, but as at the end of that time

mos© uuwgrewuw omr* retire, one was DOtn amuseaanu vexea.

upon the window.shnde. It

per

Myoo

itogottan

the

threat of hia wife when he stepped upon the hotel plana at Magnolia, bat a single tbessif-posseseed littto woman glance at .»• who sat chatting with an eMerly lady

etie completed, she hesitated a moment, and his wife into a ridiculous then walked boldly to the window sod should have wit and skill en© drew up Uie shade. away oat of it, that would

en cuumea. ui uusm wu»jxa inamug of out of the window in her eagerness ana

ui# her- putting her hand over his lips. "Miss

was one of pleased her by the clear moonlight. He tapped

yet she felt it to be In a on the pane softly once or twice then,

manner a challenge. Her love of mis- as she paid no heed, he trimmed his

asserted itseS, and throughout the cigar and walked away with an air of

although she was unusually tolka- injured dignity, and was seen no more

I ask the name of the lady op

IV.

TERRE HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING MAIL.

"What if they do?" "Do you want to compromise met" "Compromise you?"

Yes, compromise me! I should think 71 care more for the reputation of

Sfsuch a delicious buli in my life! "For heaven's sake, Phil!" she exclaimed, in a hoarse whisper, leanin

iv«

table. "She was sitting with y«u on the heed to her presence, not even acknowl-

"That is Mrs. Merrvweainer, »u- an|oerore ««_„ swered Miss Spart, delighted to be able gjn her cup of coffee-he left the table. a information. "She is from Bos- Half an hour later, as she sat at one ton.

you ever met her? She is

en(j Qf

very intimate with the Horace Grays of strode up and down the other, her whom wo were speaking." gloomy cogitations were interrupted by "Ob, that is why her face seems so the appearance of Miss Spart, who with familiar!" was Phil's evasive reply.

shall I be trepassing too much upon gret's chair and drew out her embroid your kindness if I ask for an introduc-

the feet buta9

herself was hardly sure, fall of the latter. He picked it she took it his grasp lingerec long enough to compel her eyes to meet his. "Hasn't this gone far enough, Margie?" he murmured under his breath. "Thank you," she returned aloud, and he stood aside to let her pass.

.- /, \v.

Mrs. Merryweather dressed herself with especial care upon the following morning, and never had she looked prettier than when she took her seat at the breakfast table.

Her husband was already there, but with the first glimpse that she had of his face, she perceived that he was seriously vexed. He gave not the slightest

the piazza, while her husband

air of mystery took her seat by Mar

ery.

tion?" "A very handsome man!" she said, "I shall be pleased to presentyou. She

a(ter

a moment's silence.

will certainly be glad to meet a friend Mrs. Merryweather started with a of the Horace Grays." sudden consciousness that she had been But Mrs. Merryweather had been intently watched her husband, and that quietly watching the pair, since in the her companion bad intercepted her course of their conversation they had glances. reached the parlor, and divining the in- "Who?" she asked, endeavoring to tent with which Miss Spart now aj- appear indifferent. proacbed her, she turned away with well feigned unconsciousness and stepped through the long window upon the piazza. A mischievous gleam lighted her eye. She Baw Captain Cornish, an officer on ieave, whose acquaintance she had made during her week at Magnolia, smoking alone just outside the parlor window, and immediately joined him.

Mr. Farebrldge. You looked as if you thought BO

too."

"Oh, is that his name? Who is he? Who knows him here?" "I don't know," Miss Spart answered, «but A significant pursing of the lips left the bearer to infer that awful things remained unspoken. "But what?" "Oh, nothing. Only "What are you hinting about?" Mrs. Merryweather asked, with a shade of impatience in her tone. "What do you know about him?" "Nothing. Oh, I assureyourpositively nothing," returned the other "only I thought I heard his voice on the balcony last night—in the night, you know—and that fast Mrs. Turner's room is almost under mine." "Fjwt? I'm sure I never thought Mrs. Turner fast." "Oh, she must be, or she wouldn't be talking on the balcony in the night with a man. I couldn't be sure it was he, for I haven't heard his voice much. Though now I think of it," the gossip went on, eagerly, as a new idea seized her. "he asked me to present him to you. I'll do it now, and that will give me a chance to hear him speak while I remember the sounds of last night." ••But "began Margret. "Oh, you needn't mind," Miss Spart interrupted. "He must be respectable, for he's a friend of the Horace Grays."

And away swept the excited little woman, shortly to return with Mr. Farebridge. "Mr. Farebrldge,Mrs. Merryweather," and before Margret had time to recover herself

Bhe

n«»u»..u, »v stony sifence succeeded, broken by nothing had occurred, she concluded to *n inquiry from Miss Spart upon the retire. She was both amused and vexed, length of time Mr. Farebrige remained

girls, Margret declared she would sooner The intricacies of the situation grew *t take forty names, or have no name at all. more and more evident. She lay tossing "That depends, he answered, careAnd so it ended In the In vocation of leg- about in bed, vainly trying to sleep, be- lossly. There is nothing in particular inlatlve power* on behalf of Mrs.Sweet«er coming more and more restless every to detain me here. as well as of her husband, with the ulti- moment, "No?" Mrs. Merryweather said, with roAutt that the young couple she heart! the sounds In the hotel sub- unnecessarily sarcastic sweetness then side gradually. The beams of the late- why do you remain? risen moon struck at length the top of ... her window, throwing a mellow light *T%e mort useless thing the unlthrough the chamber. Margret lay list- verse," Margret observed, Endeavoring lessly watching the golden glow

was sitting there talking to

Phil as if they were the veriest strangers. it was too supremely ridiculous yet there sat little Miss Spart, shrewd, alert, eager for a morsel of scandal as is the early bird for the proverbial worm, and Margret was far too plucky to yield herself to the tongue of any woman.

She scarcely followed the earlier portions of the conversation, with its usual commonplaces, which needed no very close attention. But all her energies were aroused when her husband threw down the gauntlet by saying: "It is strange, Mrs. Merryweather, that I never heard the Grays mention your name. Horace Gray was my chum at Harvard, and I have known him all my life." "Indeed!" Margret returned, coolly, raising her eyes to meet his and ignoring the main point of his remark. "I should have said that Mr. Gray's Harvard chum was a Mr. Sweetser. I certainly have met such a man at the Gray'." "There was a Sweetser in our class," retorted Phil. "Capital fellow the girls used to rave over him." "It can't be the one 1 mean, then," said she, severely. "No girl could pos slbly possibly

rave over him

A stony sife

Magnolia.

It to cover the sting of the words by a sod-

moved slowly down the curtain, when den graciousness of manner, is an Idle her attention was suddenly arrested by m*n.' a shadow which began to define Itself

co®®i

Margret had raised herself upon her Merryweather we are safe. It ia indiribow, following the development of the vidual, application that is dangerous." figure upon the curtain. When it was "Oh, that is no matter," she returned

ngure upon tne curtain, wow was -un, inai is

The window was open, and at the first mark of a general nature." sound the smoker turned toward bar. "Certainly and if answered tfiat Be started as the moonlight fell upon nnder those drrumstanoes some women her face. would be so stubborn or s6 stupid that "Hallof be ejaculated. "Is that ytm, not even Solomon could get them out of Margie?" the simplest fix—that, too, would beocdy "Hush!" ate ssid. In a pstalant wfata- amoral that rant at hugs." •hmo knM It I Af wn mntH «t mm

knew it was I, or yoa wooid

not be here." "I hadn't the faintest Idea where yoa were," retorted Phil "I waa mooning Ism, trrtaf to think what yea sssaot by treating me so, and "Do sneek lower," *e intsrrapted "wwshody will sorely k«v.n -S-*

Miss Spart interrupt-

as the sil- *d. briskly 'that is far too personal,

houette of a man's hat, beneath which Mrs. Merryweather. I'm sure an idle the shape of head soon made itself man Is no worse than an idle woman risible then the form of a man's shoul- and he ia still a man, you know. ders, and in time his whole figure, ex- "And therefore 8°°® *or cent so far as it was obscured by the something," laughed Phil. balcony chair In which he sat. He was "No-therefore not expected to be smoking, and something in the pose of Rood for anvthing, retorted his wife, the shadowy head convinced the watcher 'Good! be said. Now we shall get that the nocturnal visitor was her bus- on.* As long as we eon fine our^n,j selves to general abase of the sexes, Mrs.

complete she slipped softly out of bed, "if it isnt personal. For instance, if I and dressed hastily. Her harried toil- said that a man who pot both himself loos posit trough to

mwter, we rwvurutx.,

I son

MI|W

OQOIM

to find re-

be a

ataMnrn Mr •timid

I mm neither stubborn nor stupid," "—bust oat, tests starting a to ...— "My dear Mxa. Merryweatber,'* exdaiobad Mba 8part, whose presence alone pieteated the ooodusioa of the whole misniMlsi standi ng at that mo"of

Mr. Fsratwtdge messt

{nothing of the sort. How could yon think so?" "It is said to be a feminine trait to make a personal application," Phil said. "I was only speaking of the wife of the man in the hypothesis." "We women are easily hurt," Margret said in a low voioe, rising and moving away.

She was wounded and miserable. In imagining the comedy which she and her husband were to play she had fantied a sort of stage courtship, a little highflown and unreal from the consciousness on the part of the actors that they were merely playing. A light, half-mocking gallantry was what she had told herself, although in truth with a woman's sentiment she had also expected the ring -of genuine love, too. Tears were in her eyes as she now sought a seat in a retired part of the piazza, and it was with difficulty that she refrained from breaking down altogether.

A step she knew approached quickly. "Margie," her husband said, coming up to her, "how long

Miss Spart's appearance cut the question short. "Why, here you are!" she cried, volubly. "What made you runaway? Have you discovered, Mr. Farebridge?" "No," he replied, "but I hope to, for Mrs. Merryweather has been kind enough to promise to drive with me this afternoon. I will have the carriage at the door about three, if that suits your convenience."

And before either lady could utter a word of comment or suggestion, he had lifted his hat and withdrawn.

The afternoon was enchanting, the semi-tropical soenery sufficiently novel to both Philip and Margret to hold their attention, and for the first half hour of their drive there was nothing to indicate any shadow of disagreement between the pair.

At the end of that time they found themselves upon a secluded portion of the road, when Phil coolly put his arm about his wife and kissed ner. She resisted a little, but ended by returning bis embrace with much fervor. "Ob, dear Phil," she sighed, "how good it does seem to be ourselves again, and not somebody else! I think it has been perfectly fiendish since you came. It seems a week since last night." "Then why did you send back my letter of introduction? That was particularly horrid of you." "Of course I didn't think you'd give up so," rfhe returned. "You were a great goose." "And a great goose not to break in when you locked the window in my face, I suppose." "Oh, well, it doesn't matter," was the feminine retort. "It's all over now, any-

For the next half hour the couple delivered themselves over to to the felicities of billing and cooing, diversified by sudden perils into which tbey were brought by Phil's erratic driving, little of his attention being left for his horses. Theu all their joyousness was overthrown once more. "Of course," the husband remarked, "now we can tell, and have done with all this uncomfortable nonsense." "Oh, no. Phil," Margie cried. "Just think what a horrible scandal that hate ful Miss Spart would make out of it. She is capaDle of anything." "What could she make out of it but the truth?" "Buknobody could ever be made to understand it, and It really is too ridiculous. Can'c you think of something else. Phil dear?" "Yes," he retorted, savagely, "I can think of several things—the price of stocks, for instance, or the transit of Venus, or of how I hope Uncle Farebridge and Aunt Merryweather are sizzling in the most tropical latitudes of purgatory for making such diabolical wills." "Why, Philip Sweetser! how can you talk so? It is sacrilegious!" "You have no acquaintance by that name," he interrupted. "And my aunt, too!" she went on, without heeding him "and your own uncle!"

Her husband broke into a bitter laugh. "You

have a

logical mind, Mrs. Merry

weather," he observed. "Perhaps you can think of something." "Oh!" poor Mararie sobbed, the tension of her nerves finding relief in the tears which flowed fast, "you have no heart at all. You-" "There, Margie, I—"

But, being wise from past experiences, he attempted no Jurther argument, only gathered her into his arms and allowed her to sob her emotions into bis left breastpocket. yL Is

The result of the farther conversation between Mr. Philip Farebridge and Mrs. Margret Merryweather may be inferred from the fact that when they reached the hotel, about dusk, the gentleman went to the office and wrote upon the register, "Mr. Philip Farebridge and wife"—a simple line, which yet proved sufficient to send a perfect whirlwind of gossip and conjecture through the quiet corridors of the hotel, where nothing so exciting had occurred since the elopement of Clara Dolby with young 8mythe, two winters before.

When husband and wife entered the dining-room together that night, Margret felt the eyes of every person present and was far more completely covered with confusion than even in the blushing days of her honey-moon. "Really," Miss Spart said, leaning across the table, "I was never more surprised in my life. If I had known von were going off to get married this afternoon, 1 would at least have thrown a slipper after you. Ia It true that you were engaged, but bad quarrelled That's what I told Mrs. Turner, was sure of it this morning."

relied. The next morning it wss even worse. Phil at first noticed nothing amiss bnt his wife's keener feminine sense detected hostility in the air the moment she entered the breakfast-room. On Miss Spart's face she read fresh disapproval in every line, while Mrs. Turner's bow was so slight that if such a salutation had not been expected, It would scarcely have occurred to a beholder that It was intended for bow at all. Plainly, the tide of gossip had been setting strongly against the

young

tion

couple: and Margret

wondered what new development could have given it so much sudden rancor She was enlightened later in tbe forenoon, when she received a crisp note from Miss Spart asking tbe favor of a few minute's privste conversation and although Philip protested thai it was sure to be a case of unwarrantable interference, his wife insisted upon going to the spinster's room. S» was rscsivsd with great solemnity. "Sit down,"Mlsa Spart began, Unpressively. "Poor desr net laogbsd. It ssenied nstnrsl tbatatatdyof ao strongly mark_,„jtarbood should regard any woman who had committed matrimony as having fallsa into a disadfnl abysa. "Dost laogfe," Miss 8psrt wsnt on,

with rather unnecessary pathos. "What I have to tell you is too dresdf ui. I can't bear to have you laugh." fWiutjt in the world—" began MargpH. ?•There! there!" the other interrupted "do,be calm. Don't get excited. It Isn't your fault." "My fault!" echoed her guest. "What are you talking about What is the trouble "That man," Bliss Spart said, beooming more and more melodramatic, "has

^WhJtSanr' "That man you think is your husband —Mr. Farebridge." W#-- .?• "Deceived me?" "Yes, deceived you. Do try and be calm. I felt it my duty to tell you. Mrs. Turner says she remembers hailing seen him in Boston, and his name isn't Farebridge at all, but Sweetser." "But he bad it changed," Margret said, not at all understanding Miss Spart's drift. "But that isn't the worst. He is married already!" "Married!" echoed the other. "Why—" "But he has committed bigamy,"ejaculated Miss Spart. "He has—"

But the listener, upon whom the situation suddenly dawned, burst into laughter which prevented farther speech—a tide of laughter which she struggled in vain for a moment, and then, turning her bvjk at once upon Miss Spart and politeness, she fled to her own sitting-room, and laughed herself Into hysterics, trying to give her husband an intelligible account of the charges against him.

VII.

It was impossible to make Phil take things seriously. The more severely virtuous the lady boarders looked, the colder the glances which followed himself aud his wife, the droller seemed the aflairto bim. and the jollier he appeared* He scandalized Margret by chuckling in the very face of Miss Spart, who cut them both dead after rs. Merry weather's abrupt flight from ber chamber. He had taken the landlord into his confidence, and the two men would be soen whispering and nodding together like arch conspirators, and ouiy tne fact that his wife was \inhappy cast any cloud over his boyish jollity. "Never mind, Margie," he comforted her "the Grays are coming this week. We'll be very exclusive, and associate with nobody but them."

And in a day or two the Grays did arrive. The Farebridges were out driving when they reached the hotel, and almost the first question Mrs. Gray asked of Miss Spart was: "Where are Mr. Farebridge and Mrs. Merryweather "It isn't Mrs. Merryweather any rywe longer," Miss Spart replied, pulling a terrible face "it is Mrs. Farebrldger." "Is it returned Mrs. Gray, lightly. "It doesn't matter. But where are they "I don't know," hesitated the spinster—"or, this is, I do not care to know but I think they are driving togetlie." "How funny you speak! Don't you think Margret is lovely?"

A hem Handsome is that handsome does," Miss Spart observed, with a conspicuous lack of originality.

Mrs. Gray started in amazement. "I think we can not be talking of the same person," she said, rather coolly. "The people of whom I speak are the best friends my husband and myself have in the world." "But,"grasped Miss Spart—"bigamy!" "Bigamy?"echoed Mrs. Gray. "What has bigamy to do with it "Everything. Tbe man I mean has committed bigamy, and I don't see why he isn't arrested foi it. And his wife— or the woman he calis his wife—knows it, for I told her myself. He came here and they pretended to be strangers, and the next aay they went off and got married. And I told her—" "You told her!" exclaimed Horace Gray, who had thus far remained a silent listener of the conversation, and he burst into laughter as boisterous and unquenchable as Phil's had been. "Oh, that is too much! That is beyond everything I ever heard!"

In the midst of this outburst the of-

self out of the carriage into the outstretched arms of Mrs. Gray. "Phil, old fellow," cried Horace Gray, loud enough to be heard from one end of the piazza to the other, "how are you? Ihear you've been committing bigamy." "Bless your ugly mug!" responded Phil, joyously. "So I hear myself. Good lark, isn't it!"

And in half an hour everybody knew all tbe details of the affair, for the landlord considered himself released from his bond of secrecy and although some sharp criticisms were made behind their backs, Mr. Farebridge and his wife encountered nothing but tbe most deferential and apologetic manners thereafter. As for Miss Spart, she so far humbled herself as to remark "I am su.-e, Mrs. Farebridge, it was strange you thought me in earnest about your husband's being a bigamist. You must have noticed that 1 was hurt at your suspicion."

But in her heart of hearts she never forgave either Phil or Margie.

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I have been a great sufferer with Salt Rheum for thirty years, commencing in my head and face and extending over the greater part of my body. I have taken gallons of medicines for my blood of diflteient kinds and tried good physicians, all of did me no good, and 1 came to the oonclu&lon that I could not be cured. But a friend called my Cuticura Remedies. Got them and used them until my akin is perfectly smooth, and 1 consider myself entirely cured.

Yours truly,

B. WILSON LORD.

SALT KHEDH Cuticura Remedies are the greatest medicines on earth. Had tbe worst oase of Salt Rbeum in this country. My mother had it twenty years, and in fact died from it. I believe Cuticura would saved her Ufe. My arms, breast, and head were covered for three years, which nothing relieved or cured until I used the Cuticuora Resovent (blood purifier) iuternally, and Curicura and Cutioura Soap (the great skin cures) externally.

Newark, Ohio. J. W. ADAMS.

SALT KHU-M. I had tried everything I had hoard of in the East and West for Salt Rheum. My case was considered a very bad one. My face, bead, and some parts of my body were &14X1 ost' raw** Head covered with scabs and sores. Suffering fearful. One very skilful vsician said he would rather not treat it, ana some of them think now I am ouly temporarily. I think not, for I have hot a particle of aalt Rhoum about me, aud my ease is considered wonderful. Thanks to Cuticura Kctpc(ii03

Decatur, Mich. MHS. a K. WHIPPLE.

SALT KIIEHM. No system of remedies ever compounded so thoroughly eradicate thedlseases for which they are intended as the Cuticura Remedies. Many remarkablo cures have come to my knowledge, and I feel safe in warranting satisfaction if directions are followed. Medicines that infallibly cure Salt Rheum, as Cuticura Remedies do, will euro any kind of skin disease.

CHAS. H. MORSE, Druggist, Proprietor Morse's Dyspepsia Cure.

HoUiston, Mass. Price of CUTICURA, small boxes, 50 eta. largo boxes, tl. CUTICURA RKSOLVKNT.H bottle. CUTICURA SOAJ\ 25 cts. CUT-ICUMAper. SHAVING SOAI»,15 cts. Sold

by all druggists.

Poller Drug and C'bemlcall'e., Boston. TIT A BATH, for Rough, ChapJLFJ.A.J3I A. ped or Gieasy Skin, Black Heads, Pimples,Skin Blemishes,aud Infantile Humors, is Ontlcnra Moap, an exquisite Mltln Benutlfler and Toilet, Bath and Nursery Sanative.

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Sanford's Radical Cure,

Head Colds, Watery Dlschnrgor from the i'ose and Eyes, RlnKlnu Nolnes in tho Head, fervous Hoadacho anu,Fever instantly relieved.

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Choking mucus dislodged, memhmno cleansed and healed, breath sweetened, smell, taate, and hearing restored, and ravages checked.

Cough, Bronchitis, Droppings into the Throat, Pains in the Chest, Dyywpsla. Waistlng of Strength and Flesh, Loss of Sleep, etc., cured.

One bottle Radical

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one box (Catarrhal

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Shooting Pains. Numbness, Hysteria, Female Palus.Palpltatlon, Dyspepsia, Liver Complaint, Bill'

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Ask any good doctor if hop

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Has gained an enviable reputation wherever known, displacing all other preparations. An article of undoubted merit iN ROHK COLD.

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Liquid or Haaf Apply by the finger into the n'fftrilft. It will be

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