Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 14, Number 8, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 18 August 1883 — Page 6

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THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR TH£ PEOPLE.

THE OLD GENT WAS THERE.

A little "oh!" and a little "ab!" And then a little bit of a shiver A* bq caught Merfefmelif a~w»

And kissed #wt*efc IlpaaBd.fe b." That August uight by the river.

Sapprewed by the knowledge that fond

WIlFsomc'tljWwalk with their mild cigars On August nights by the river. f/ /ft}')

Her Mother's Sin

CHAPTER XIY.

"PKRPLEXED AND HELPLESS." Lady Marcia threw off her nervous fear and went into the hall. A tall, handsome woman, richly dressed, came forward with outstretched hands. "You must be Lady Marcia Hyde," she said. "1 am Lady Ryeford."

They shook hands, and then Lady Ryeford called "Irene!" A tall, beautiful girl with dark, lustrous eyes came forward. "This is my daughter Irene," said Lady Ryeford.

A charming smile lighted up her fat® as Irene returned Lady Marcia's kind words of greeting and when she saw that smile Lady Marcia was impressed, even as the earl had been.

Then there was a little stir in the

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You shall have it at once," said Lady Marcia, graciously. "My maid will attend to my unpacking, and then to Irene's," said Lady Ryoford. ljHtl3" Marcia turned to Daphne. "You have brought no maid with you, doar child," she said "but I have provided ono. She is a Parisian, and her name is Aline. I think you will like her." "My maid is also a Parisian,"remarket! lady Ryeford "and she is wonderfully clever at hairdressing, and everything of the kind." "Ho is the maid I have ongaged for Miss Erlecote," said Lady Marcia.

Then, anxious to pay her guests every attention. Lady Marcia insisted upon showing Lady Ryeford to her room heraelf. Mrs. Moore, the housekeeper, was requested to show the young ladles to their rooms, and to bring Aline, the Parisian maid, with her.

JMO remark was made as the little procession passed up the broad, handsome staircase. It was of tine white marble, with an exqusitely-carved balustrade and elegant standard lamps and dower stands.

Ladv Ryeford's heart beat with exultation"^ she gassed upon the splendor of this palatial home her face flushed and her eyas grow bright. Irene was equal to the occasion, but sweet Daphne looked round half awed, and wondered if there were many such earthly paradises as this. "I hope," said Lady Marcia, before leaving her guest, "that you will find everything comfortable and as you like it." "It looks very charming," answered Lady Ryeford. "If there should be anything wanting, my maid will see to it. Ah,'"she added to herself, when I*dy Marcia had left the room and the door

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shut, "I begin to understand. The first person I must thoroughly master must bo this calm, well-bred Lady Marcia Hyde."

After a brief space, a maid brought in a tea-service of exquisite Dresden china, aud, as Lady Ryeford sat sipping the fragrant beverage, she thought how pleasafter a long voyage be safe in harbor at last.

ant it was, stormy sea, to And why should she not remain there for some time? If Lady Marcia had a comfortable home there, why should not she also Surely she, who was by birth a Hyde, had a far better claim to the

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randeuts of this ancestral home than Marcia Hvde, who was related only by marriage "She, with her knowledge of life, her accomplishments, her grace of manner, her skill in managing everybody and everything—surely she would makes far better mistress for Poole than Lady Marcia! "I must see," she mused, with a complacent smile. "It strikes me that it will be my own fault If I leave this place Affni

She was well satisfied with the rooms allotted to her they were spacious and luxuriously furnished, and, as s|»e eat sipping her tea and gazing dreamily at the fire, and watching Henrietta as she put away the rich costumes, she sighed d^miv-^a sigh of relief and appreciation. "Ah, madame," said the maid, pausing In the midst other occupation, "this is a palace! Never bare 1 seen such wealth, luxury, comfort."

In the meantime, Mrs, Men re bra shown the young iadie* to their respective rooms. I*aphne had at once hastened to the flower* tbey seemed to he.*, among all the unwonted grandeur, like old friends. "How beautiful!" abe cried. -4I am sure that the earl has remembered how much I love flowers. How good of him!"

Mrs. Moore's worn face brirbtened •he liked to bear her master praised.

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A little raising of half-closed lid* Bright eyes unveiled .then a warn# white shoulder

Game peeping out from lVs nest of laee, An her arms gave back the 'warm embrace, And the darkness masher bolder, 'j

A Uttle rustle atapad the trees— A sound an some one the twigs

were spurning

breeze—

And Arid the little "oha" and the little "ato "Were prudently hushed and the little shiver

"Hfs lordBhip is good to every one, miss," she said. "The pity te that he

has had to suffer BO much." And from that moment warmed to the young lady jthosd first feeling was one 6f gratitude to liar master. -m

When Mrs. Moore entcfljid Irene's room, she found her standingJby ^the window overlooking the ruf aglow With enthusiasm. "What a glorious place !M ah* "How Lord Crapoc must iQye it wonder lie is proud of hja patne and' bis race." "A lady," thought the old housekeep}alone er, "and a' proud one—an' aristocrat. The first thing that strikes her I9 the grandeur of the platie. I do aot ffnow 3rhlch I like best. The tail- young lady is most like the Craflocs but this.one, with her dark hair and eyes, is like a princess."

As every one else, good Mrs, Moore was puzzled as to wjiwi of the two she preferred. ....

The earl had not felt equal to the task of meeting them, though wishful to show all honor to Lady Ryeford. To him it was not the arrival of ordinary guests, but of two young girls, one of whom must take his dear Boy Alaric's

Slarcia

BY THE AUTHOR OF I

"Dora Thorne," "Lady Darner's Secret," "The Shadow of a sin," "Love for a Day," etc.

Lady Ryeford stood aside, Irene

rew to Lady Marcia, and there came toward her another tall, beautiful girl, with a face as fair as a seraph's and a glorious light in her blue eyes her golden hair was as a halo round her face, and no smile could have been sweeter than that which she gave to Lady Mar-

"You are Lady Marcia Hyde," she said, quickly. "I should have known you anywhere, Lord Cradoo described you HO woll. I am Daphne Erlecote." ''You are most welcome to Poole,"said Lady Marcia, with an admiring look at the radiant young face with its tender rose-bloom and at that moment she begun to realize how difficult a task the earl had lefore him. With a look of bewilderment, she turned from one girl to the other. "We made acquaintance with Miss Erlecote at the station," explained Lady Ryeford. "We came on by the same train from Leytou Bridge." '•You must be very tired after your Journey," said Lady Ryeford. "If I mav venture to suggest what I should roally like. Lady Marcia, it would be a cup of tea in my own room."

I ace. He werit out, leaving with Lady a message to the* effect that he was compelled to be absent on business, but hoped to be back before dinner, and in the -meantime he buried .himself in ave way to bis grief.

the woods and Mr. Rigby auc enjoying a" short discussion, when the drawing-room door opeafea 'find the ladies entered the room.

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Lady Marcia hastened to make all the needful introductions. Lady Ryeford dressed in the beat possible taste—rich heavy silk, relieved by trimmingsof

Dale

courtliest

lavender—was pleased

with Colonel Tench. They were soon in animated conversation, and the colonel pronounced her ladyship, in his own mind, to be "a monstrously fine woman," while she thought him one of the

men she bad ever met.

Tne lawyer confined himself exclusively to the

young

ladies. He was

charmed with them. First, golden-hair-ed Daphne, fair as a summer morning, radiant with smiles, came toward him, extending a slender hand. The old lawyer's heart beat as it had not beat for years. "This must be the countess," thought he. "There surely oan be no doubt."

Before he could recover himself, Mr. Rlgby was bowing before a tall, beautiful, slender girl of noble bearing and royal carriage. Dark lustrous eyes were looking graciously into his ruby lips smiled upon him a low rich voice murmured pleasant greeting. "This must be she-" bethought. "I must have been mistaken. The girl is by nature a quben."

And in sober truth, the keen, honest lawyer was as perplexed and helpless as those who had asked him to come to their E8Si8tEDC6*

The earl took down Lady Ryeford to dlnuer Colonel Tench found courage to escort Irene Sir Arthur Markham, another visitor, Daphne, while Lady Marcia fell to the lot of Mr. Rigby.

The earl did not enter the drawingroom until two or three minutes before thedlnner-bell rang. Mr. Rigby watched him keenly, thinking that he might, from his manner to the two girls, be able to discover which he liked best, but without avail. Daphne hastened to meet him with outstretched hands, aud as he bent to kiss her, the lawyer clearly saw tears in his eyes. But when he went from her to Irene, his face lighted up with an expression such as the old lawyer had never seen on his face before.

The conversation during the dinner flagged. The earl threw off the terrible depression that had seized him.

Lady Ryeford was charmed. No bet-

glass, delighted her very heart. She was an excellent judge of wine, too, and Lord Cradoc was famous for his cellar. Her ladyship appraised all these things, for she knew their exact value. Everything was pei feet, and she acknowledged to herself that Lady Marcia Hyde must be a good manager at least.

Mr. Rigby was engrossed in watching the two young ladies. He found them both refined, graceful, well-bred but as for saying which he liked best, that was impossible. "I am glad," thought the lawyer to himself, "that the responsibility of choice does not rest with me. I should never decide. But it is not likely," he reflected, "that they will be as evenly balanced in mind and character as they are in persoqal charms and after all. It is character mad not appearance which must regulatechoice."

All agreed that it was a very pleasant dinner, and when desert was over, and Lady Marcia gave the signal for the withdrawal of the ladies, the gentlemen quite regretted losing such ^charming companions. Then all gathered rodnd the host. All had but one story to tell of fervent admiration of the beautiful air Is whose interests were so closely allied yet so diametrically opposed. Colonel Tench and Sir Arthur Markham, who had both known the earl's sons, were greatly struck with Daphne's resemblance to the lost heir Alaric. "They might have been brother and sister,"' said Colonel Tench to the earl. "Have you a good portrait of your oldest son he asked.

Yes. Before my boys started on that last fatal hour, I had an excellent portrait taken of both. They are in the picture gallery here." "I should like to see, them," said Colonel Tench. "To tell you the truth," replied the earl, "althongh I am ashamed to avow myself such a coward. I have never looked at them since my boys were lost/' "I should like to see Miss Erlecote by the painting she must resemble it greatly." "We wil(/ go into the picture gallery after coffee," said the earl. "She certainly is very much like my boy." "She has the same intonation of voice, thesame laugh, as Lord Hyde,"remarked Mr. Rigby, and in his own mind he decided that this was quite enough to aftsore her the preference. "Knowing these two young ladies, I must alwaya believe in the theory of gifts and characteristics being inherited," Lord Cradoc said. "Tbey both belong by birth to the Cradoc family, but the relationship is very distant nevertheless, one—Miss Erleco e—resembles my eldest son in feature, in complexion and In voice, while Miss Ryeford, who has not the least physical resemblance to the Cradocs, bas the spirit of the race. She has the same ideas, tastes and thou* hts as my son Bertie bad. I call that 'urious coincidence." "It "CoriotB," agreed Colonel Tench and .V f. Rlgby, who bad listened with keen

motion, felt that this made mat

ters complicated. Nf. «t,-- nger present, save Mr. Rigby, bad :iea of the ordeal that was going

on.'

it was even doubtful whether

the general public knew anything regardnttfthe succession to the Cradoc title and Friends and neighbors thought th«t the earl, finding bis bouse dnll and -arable without any young people in it, had sought oat these distant

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relatives in order that he might haire some cheerful society but no one dreamed that tbey had been invited to Poole with a view to the selection of an heiress to the estate. The girls themselves never imagined such a thing, nor did it'occur at ficst even to Lady Ryeiord,one of the shrewdest women in the world when her own interests were concerned.

The two girls liked each other at first

sight witha 8trong,bearty,honest liking that was afterward to grow into a devoted affection. They had spoken %w

words at their first introduction' but, laiow that the ladies found themselves in the drawing-room, Daphne and

Irene seated themselves on a settee side by side. Lady Marcia and her guest had taken a comfortable lounge on either side of the fire, Lady Marcia talking about the

boys she had loved so wd.l, and telling I for the hundredth time the story of her dream. w«s a strange dream," Lady Ryefprd admitted. "The shock must htjve been a terrible one to the earl," she coh•tiofcedr "Now that I know "what a loving heart he has, 1 can imagine what such a grief would be for him."

She saw Lady Marcia's eyes wander to the two beautiful heads at the other end of the room, and there was something in her gaze, in her expression, that puzzled Lady Ryeford. "Lady Marcia,who is Mr. Rigby?"she asked, abruptly. "He is very mtelli gent, very well informed I like him very much. Who is he?" "Do you not know?" questioned Ledy MSrcia, looking up in wonder.

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thought everybody knew who Mr. Rlgby is. He is the family solicitor—one of the shrewdest, astutest lawyers in England, I have heard my brother-in-law say. The Rigbys have managed the Cradoc estates for many years." "He lives near here, then?" said Lady Ryeford. "He lives at Abbey Dale," replied Lady Marcia. "That is not more than five miles from here." "He comes here often, I should imagine," said Lady Ryeford. "No, not very often. Lord Cradoc goes over to Abbey Dale almost every day. He generally goes to the office when there are any business matters that require attention." "He dines here often, perhaps?" persisted Lady Ryeford. "No, not often," replied Lady Marcia, with a little gentle wonder at herguest's pertinacity.

An idea had occurred to Lady Ryeford, and she could not lose sight of it. Why was the family lawyer here tonight? Why was he invited to meet them? It was not a usual thing at all to invite the family solicitor to meet distant relatives. There must have been a motive for asking him, and this motive she must find out. She piled Lady Marcia so industriously with questions that she had soon beard the whole history of the Rlgby family. Still she had not learned why he was here to-nigbt. One more question would probably enlighten her. "The earl is very much attached to Mr. Rigby, I suppose, Lady Marcia?"

And simple Ladie Marcia Hyde answered ingenuously: "I am not quite sure. I should say that it is hardly so much a question of personal regard as that he places the greatest reliance upon Mr. Rigby's •sound, clear judgment." "Then evidently," was Lady Ryeford's mental comment, "the lawyer's sound, clear judgment is wanted to-night. 13 it with respect to ourselves? She felt quite sure now that there was a hidden reason for their invitation to Poole. At first it had not seemed in any way strange to her nor would she have suspected anything now but for the presence of the lawyer. "I must be civil to him," she thought "perhaps if we become very friendly I may unravel the mystery."

And to this resolution she strictly adhered. Colonel Tench found himself deserted during the remainder of the evening Lady Ryeford devoted herself to Mr. Rigby.

CHAPTER XV.

"WHY ARE WE HERE?"

The two who looked most happy during this first evening at Poole were those in whom the Interest oentered, Daphne and Irene. Anxious to know each other, and perhaps equally anxious to be away from their seniors, who appeared resolutely determined on a gossip, they eyed each other, first shyly, then kindly and with more confidence. Both were exquisitely dressed but Irene's toilette of rich silk and black lace was perhaps the most elegant, for It had had the advantage of Lady Ryeford's supervision. The girl wore no ornaments It seemed as though jewelry would have been out of keeping with her noble simplicity. Daphne wore a dress of black lace, through which her arms and shoulders gleamed like marble.

Daphne looked earnestly at her companion. "How I should like my father to see you!" she said. "You would be surprised at him. He would gaze at you for a quarter of an hour together."

Why should he do that?" asked Irene laughing. Daphne laughed also. "He would never think about you as a living being at all," she replied. "He regards people only as pictures and I really think he likes them better on canvas than in life. If be sees a repulsivelooking vagrant who would frighten any ordinary person, bis first thought is, *wbat a picture that man would make!' if he sees a pretty girl, I know directly that he is thinking of bow she would look on canvas. 1 am his only child," she continued, with a happy little laugh "but I know he thinks of me, with my yellow hair and blue eyes, as he woala of a picture." "Your hair is golden," interru Irene, "such as the old masters lov paint." "1 know you will forgive me," continet? Daphne, "but while 1 was looking at yon during dinner I was thinking how my father would delight in you. Yon have the one beautiful line from the chin to the neck abont which he raves. It is a carious thing to see a man's whole soul so engrossed. He is absolutely immersed in art—he thinks and dreams of nothing else." "I should thing it most be a noble life," said Irene.

Then, as the subject seemed to interest her, Daphne told all the story of her home-life, of the idea for which her father lived, and bow everything in tbe world was sacrificed for the Erlecote Gallery by which be proposed to instruct tbe people. "ft is a strange thing," said Irene. "I can understand! a man leaving all his money to found churches and build hospitals. That is a matter of religion but art is not." "My father, I believe, thinks it is," remarked Daphne half sadly. "Once, when I was quite a little girl, be was very angry with me because I said that be would not tike heaven unless it were hung with pictures." "You were a very naughty little girl," said Irene, laughing, "to say anything of the kind." "I acknow •at that now," abe m-

plied. "Bat, all, there was a

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touch of truth in it. To my mind'it seemed that the realization

that which we loved best was heaven. The heaven I thought of fOr my self was a garden of lovely flowers—nothing but flowers. I used to fancy angels' faces in the rosea and the lilies. What 4o you love best?" "Mhsic," was Irene's promptreply

Irene.

phne told her of the old Manor

House, with its noble trees and oldfasbioued garden, ot the doves, the old sun-dial, and die' moss-covered fountain. "Everything," shd said, "at the Mandr house is old except cbyself. Marjory, our old servant, often says that I look out of p'acein it." "I should think you would brighten it," remarked Irene, lookihg with admiration at the sweet face.' "I lovrf it," said Daphne. "I do not think there is a nook in the whole place that I do not know and love." "HCw different your life has been from mine I" said Irene. "You have lived in the country, in the midst of fresh air and flowers, without society or friends, while I have passed my days in a stifling atmosphere of form and ceremony ever since I can remember. My earliest dreams are not, like yours, of flowers and trees, or even of pictures, a drawingrighi thing to the right person. What different lives—tbe one all natural, the other all artificial!" "Art must help nature," commented Daphne. "That reminds me of your father's idea," said Irene. "If he really wants to teach people,why does he not teach them religion instead of art ?,' "I cannot tell. Perhaps he thinks that the one will raise them to the other." "It is from nature one looks to nature's God,"quoted Irene. "True. But I should think that tbe love of everything noble and beautiful helps on toward true religion. I feel sure that, in their way, good pictures do." "Yes. But that is not your father's view, is it?" asked Irene. "He merely wishes to teach people to love end ap

but of learning how to enter a drawingroom, to speak properly, to say the right

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pictures, does he not Ah, isa puzzle!"—and she sighed. "Do yon And it so?" asked Daphne, fixiug her blue eyes on her with a smile. "I have not as yet. I should like occasionally some other relic of interest beside paintings but I do not find life all trouble." "You are on the threshold," said Irene, with a smile. "And you interrogated Daphne "I?" replied Irene, with a sigh. "I have passed the mysterious threshold, the wonderful portal of the unknown land." And she wondered whether Daphne dreamed that the name of the

Frene,

ortal was "Love." "And what," asked after a pause, "has brought you here "That pnzzles me," replied Daphne, with a little laugh. "When I found myself at that magnificent dining-table and contrasted it with home, I said to myseli, 'What has brought me here?' "What is it?" pursued Irene. "The earl's invitation,"replied Daphne promptly. "You know that my mother, like your own, was related to the earl's father. I do not know what the relationship is but it is real enough, I believe. My mother, whose maiden name was Annabel Hyde, did speak of him

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Daphne looked delighted. -'/Then your, ideal of heaven," she said, "would be more beautiful, better than papa's or mine. You look as though ybu love music." ."But tell me more about your home/'

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when I was a child. After her death I never even heard his name, for, to my father, nothing in the world was ever of so much importance as a box of colors." "How different from us!" thought Irene. "I was never more surprised," continued Daphne, "than when the earl came. I could scarcely believe mv eyes when I saw his name on his card.r "What did he come for?" asked Irene. "He was in the neighborhood on busisin ess—so he said—and was obliged to remain for some time at Northtield so, being near, he came to see us. He seemed very solitary and desolate, and was always talking tome about bis sons and gradually, I think, visiting us became a comfort to him. He invited my father to Poole but he is busy on a large landscape, aud nothing would induce him to leave it. Then tbe earl invited me and 1 was very pleased to come, especially as he told me I should meet you here." "That is exactly how he came to us," said Irene. "Mamma stands in just the same relationship to him that your mother dia. We knew nothing of him until he lost his two sons then, being in town, he called on mamma. Hew he loved those boys of his!" "Indeed he did," said Daphne mua-

"lle will be sure to love you best," remarked Irene, "for they say that you are very much like one of his sons. I heard bim tell Lady Marcia, that you had 'the very trick of Alario'ssmile/" "I hope be will like us both equally well," said Daphne. "I think it is very kind of him to ask us here, and I think that be may make us very happy—at least, I speak for myself. You have everything in the world that you want, I suppose?" "Ah, no!" cried Irene. "We are not rich." "Rich!" repeated Daphne. "I do not value riches when I see bow happy peopeople can be without them. If anyone offered all the treasures of the East to my father, he would not appreciate them." "Your father is an exception to the general rule," said Irene. "And I am another," laughed Daphne. "I like tbe beautifol things that money buys but I should not care about having too much of it."

CHAPTER XVI.

PICTURES OF THE DEAD.

Lord Cradoc was pleased to see how perfectly Daphne and Irene were at home with each other. It struck bim, as be crossed tbe room, that he bad never seen a more charming picture than these two young girls seated together. He smiled and bowed to Irene, and then bent over Daphne as be said •Will you grant me a favor?" one, replied sh it."

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Daphne, "but

twenty, if you wis..... "Will you come to tbe picture eaiiery with us? Colonel Tench is struck with your likeness to my son Alaric, and I want to see if it is as striking as be thinks." "Certainly I will come," said Daphne.

He held out one arm, first to her, and then one to Miss Ryeford. "I know tbe pictures will interest you," be said, "will you come also?"

Lady Ryeford, seeing that something was on the tapis, looked inquiringly at Mr. Rigby. "Tbey are going to tbe picture gallery," be said. "Would you like to see it?" "It win be chilly," she replied, with a pretty affectation of ash odder. "It is so every where in October." "You will find the picture gallery as well warmed as the drawing room," said tbe lawyer.

"Why are they gbing?,'she asked. "It is a fancy of the earl's," he replied. "Colonel Tench is very much, struck with the likeness he sees between Miss Erlecote and the earl's elder son. He

shea to see if it so."

Lady Ryeford Jqohed dissatisfied, her own daughter nad been interested but what did she care for Daphne? "What a curious thingl" she said. "Well, I am very glad," Mr. Rigby continued, "for the earl has never looked at those pictures since the boys died. It will do him good'-will dispel the morbid dread he has had of going near the gallery." "Do you think there is anything in it?" asked Lady Ryeford. "Yes. I knew Lord Hyde #ell, arid there is certainly a great likeness.1'

An expression of aversion passed over ihe handsome face.

:'"I"Should

think it will make Lord

Cradoc very fond of Miss Erlecote," she said, suavely. "Just so,'* he cried, eagerly, and then stopped. He was think!hg that this fact must surely bias the earf. "Shall we go?"—and, with a low bow, he oflered nis arm. "It will give me great pleasure," she said, as abe reflected on the need for amiability. "I should like to see what these dear boys of the earl's were like."

Greatly was she impressed as she passed through the brilliant suites of rooms. She had expected to find luxury at Poole, but scarcely such magnificence. "This is a very large house," she said to Mr. Rigby. "I consider it one of the finest in England," wap the brief reply.

Then they reached tbe broad staircase, and the lawyer told her how it was built of marble brought from Carrara, and that there waft no other like it in the land. The picture gallery, which ran tbe whole length of the western wing,

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resented striking aspect, for it was lighted. The earl looked pale and sad as he passed down tbe gallery between the two beautiful girls, one of whom would call this gallery her own. And then in silence they sttiod before the two paintings, all that was left to the earl 01 his sons. "My two sons," said the earl, sadly and no one ventured a word In answer.

To Irene came Mrs. Browning's touching and mournful words: "Dead! One of them shot by the sea in the

Aud one of them shot in the west by the sea, Dead, both my boys!" "Ah, both dead," sighed the earl, as he looked at them. "Both dead! Would that heaven had left me one!"

No one answeied a word, though every heart there ached for him. Then they conversed in subdued tones for a few minutes to give him time to recover himself, scanning the pictures earnestly meanwhile. There was Alaric, Lord Hyde, with fair, clustering hair, a frank, open face, laughing blue eyes, and a mouth sweet and sensitive as a woman's —a gallant, handsome youth. "What a glorious face,'" cried the earl, in his anguish, "to be hidden forever from the light of the sun!" "It shines fairer among the angels of heaven," whispered Daphne.

And then, in kindness to him, for his grief was hard to witness, they began to discuss the subject that had brought them there. Lady Marcia stood at some little distance, her face wet with tears. The pictured faces of the boys had moeed hir strangely. "Now," said the colonel, cheerily, "I apperiP to every one prei-ont. Is there not» great likeness between the pictured face here and Miss Erlecote's?"

It was so palpable that no one could deny it. The curves of the lips, tbe oval countenance, the delicate brows, and the blue eyes were exactly the same. Colonel Tench oould only repeat that "they might have been brother and sister.*' Lady Ryeford alone could not quite see the resemblance but her blindness was to be accounted for.

It was then, while Daphne's beautiful facp, slightly flushed, was raised to the picture, thatlrene's nobility of character shone out. It would only have been natural had she felt some little jealousy but, on the contrary, no one was more interested and pleased than herself. "I should not have thought the likeness so great unless I had seen it thus," said the earl. "While you live, Daphne, my son will never be dead to me."

She bent her golden head, and whispered to him that, though she was young and happy, and life was very dear to her, yet, if it were possible, she would ladly go down to the depths of the sea bis son could come back to bim.

And for those words the earl felt that he loved Daphne with all bis heart. Who could be so worthy to take bis son's

lace as a girl who would have given her

P1 life to bring bim back? ced the expre radoc's face, and Mr. Rigby futur

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resent noticed the expression on Lord assured uture countess—this. and none other.

himself that this was the

Then, leaving the bright, beautiful face of the heir, Alaric, Lord Hyde, they stood before tbe picture of Bertie, tbe earl's second son. It was a face quite as handsome, but darker. Tbe hair was brown, the eyes were of a deeper blue, the face was a trifle harder the eyes did not laugh so sunnily, but were full of intelligence and earnestness.

As the two girls by accident stood together, Daphne said: "I like this face the best it is the nobler of the two."

Irene looked long at it. "To me," she said, "the eyes are as those of a living soul. How tbey meet one's glance and seem to follow it! I do not prefer this but it bas a certain charm. Alaric's eyes have an air of candor, and one seems to see tbe sou* shining through them but these evm hold a secret, Daphne. I am sure of it. See how tbey flash into mine!"

But Daphne drew back, scared and pale. "I have dreamed of a face like that," she said. "It seems quite, familiar to me."

Then she went hack to tbe earl, and passed ber hand through bis arm. She was not easily frightened, but there was something wierd and mysterious in what had just taken place. "I think," she told herself, "that it has unnerved me. It gives one an unpleasant sensation to be told that one is the living im«ge of a dead man."[TO BE CONTINUED i*EXT WEEK.]

MAXY times you want to keep meat or fish for several days. Lay it in a solution of Rex Magnus over night and you can keep it for weeks. You can also keep milk a week or more by stirring in a brand.

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THIRTEEN YEARS' YSPEPS^

cared me." As it always cores ft* order*. At druggists. 4' iiout a

DR. BBKSO!(*0 Skin Cure is. It consists of both

mal and

peer, it consists ot Dovn e. internal treatment and cost package, at druggists.

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THe Secret

•of the universal success of Brown's Iron Bitters is simply this: It is the best Iron preparation ever made is compounded on thoroughlyscientific, chemical and^ medicinal principles, and does just what is claimed for? it—no more and no less.--* "-i:

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By thorough and rapid assimilation with the blood,, it reaches every part of the system, healing, purifying' and strengthening. Commencing at the foundation it builds up and restores lost health—in no other way caa lasting benefit be obtained,

j5 Dearborn Are., Chicago, NOY. y. I have been a great sufferer from, a very weak stomach, heartburn, and dyspepsia in its worst form. Nearljr everytning I ate gave me distress, and 1 could eat out little. I have tried everything recommended, hare taken the prescriptions of a do ten. physicians, but got no relief until I toolc Brown's Iron Bitters. I feel none of the old troubles, and am a. new man. I am getting much stronger, and feel first-rate. I an a railroad engineer, and now make my trips regularly. I can not say •f too much in praise of your wonderful medicine. D, C. MACK.

BROWN'S IRON BITTERS does not contain whiskey or alcohol, and will not blacken the teeth, or cause headache and constipation. It will cure dyspepsia, indigestion, heartburn, sleeplessness, dizziness, nervous debility, weakness, &c.

Use only Brown's Iron Bitters made by Brown Chemical Co., Baltimore. Crossed red lines aad trade-mark on wrapper.

Vital Qui Nlions!

Ask the most eminent physician Of any school, wlmt is the best thing In the world for quieting »nd allnying all Irritation of tho nerves Hnrl ruling all forms of nervous complaint, giving natural, childlike refreshing sleep always?

And they will tell you unhesitatingly "Some form of Hops!" CHArTJSK 1. Ask any or all of tho most eminent physicians: ".What is the best and only remedy that can be relied on to cure all diseases of the kidneys and urinary organs such as Bright's disoaso, diabetes, retention or inability to retain urine, and «11 tbe diseases and ailrnemts peculiar to Women"— "And they will tell you expllclty and emphatically "JBuchu."

Ask the same physicians •'What Is the most reilnbio and surest cure for all liver diseases or dyspepsia constipation, Indigestion billlousness, malarial fever,, ague Ac.,7' and they will tell you:

Mandrake or Dandelion Hfmon. when those remedies are combined with others equally valuable

And compound into Hop Bitters, such a [Concluded next week.]

M1rla

OUNTAiN HOUSE,

Camb

CKK880N BFKIMUH, county. Pa. Opens June 23d, close*

October 1,1H88. Reduced rales. Unsurpassed accommodations. On main line of Pennsylvania Rnllroad, 2.2(H) feet above sea level,, situated lu a park of one hundred acres,, amid the matchless scenery of the Alleghenles, its accessibility, pure air, and freedom from malaria, flies and mosquitoes render it the most desirable resort In the State. Hpecial rate round trip tickets on sale at all principal points.

During 1881 a new hotel was erected—firstclass in all its appointments, and capable (with all Its cottages) of accommodating nearly 1,000 guests. Cottages may be rented by those desiring the quiet and seclusion or and

home. For descriptive circulars, terms, address W. D. 1

diagram

W. D. TYLER. Supt.

The celebrated Logan House, Altoona, Pa.,, is also under Mr. Tyler's management. Bend for circulars.

MILLER'S HOTEL,

No«. 87,89,441, West Twenty-Sixth Btreet,

NEW YORK CITY,

Between Broadway and Hixth Avenue Madison Park.

nient by

A quiet, healthy location, coja roads to stages, horse cars, a the e)e« all parts of the city.

of am use-

In the center of retail t.-««de, and churches ments, and the principal GUE8TO PERMANENT OR

TRAUY

uo.WJ toJ25.00

and Roman Baths

Turkish, B«etrhotej reduced rates to Connected with truest*. JJLLKK, Proprietor. ®r

Bif.

Bnsiness Manager.

.H. HATE

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W$'S COCOA

BREAKFAST. Aorough knowledge of the natural "Bach govern tbe operations of dlgeslawsd nutrition, and by a careful application the fine properties of well-selected ti% Mr. Epps has provided our breakfast Ce* with a delicately flavored beverage tch may save us many heavy doctors Js. It is by tbe Judicious use of socli arti-

little of the "Snow Flake"^ of diet that a constitution mav be gradually built up until strong enough to resist "—tire*

every tendency to disease. Hundreds of subtle maladies are floating around us ready to attack wherever there 1* a weak point. We may escape many a fatal shaft by keeping ourselves well fortified with ou«s blood and a properly noodshed frame. —{Civil Service Gazette.

Made simply with boiling water or milk Bold in tins only Mb. and lb.) by Grocers, labeled thus: Js»« Kpp» Co., Homoeopathic Cbemists, London, England.

$5 to$20S£T£ SliTBhSr,

•on A Oo^ Portland, Maine.

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