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A PATER FOR THE PEOPLE.

.A Perilous Secret

Br CHARLES BEADS,

.-Author of "Hard Cash," "Put yourself to His Place," "It's Never Too Late to Mend," "Griffith Gaunt," etc.

{The storyof "A Perilous Secret" was com menoed In this paper Mar. 22nd. Back numben will be sent to any address on receipt of Sflveeents for each copy.]

CHAPTER XXIV. trXAKOK OOXFltlCATIOHS. Exert all the powers of yoar mind and conceive, if you can, what that mother felz whose only son sickened, and, after racking her heart with hopes and fears, died before her eyes, and was placed in his coffin and carried to bis rest. Yet One in the Likeness of a man bade the bearers stand still, then, with a touch, made the coffin open, the dead couie back, blooming with youth and health, and handed him to his mother.

That picture no mortal mind can realize but the effort will take you so far as this: you may Imagine what Walter Clifford felt when, almost at the climax of despair, he received from that living tomb the good and beautiful creature who was tne light of his eyes and the darling of his heart.

How he gloaded on her! How he murmured words of comfort and joy over bcras the cage carried her and Hope and him up again into the blessed saushine I And there what a burst of exultation and honest rapture reeeived them!

Everybody was there. The news of Hope'ssignal bad been wired to the surface. An old original telegraph had been set up by Colonel Clifford and its arms set dying to tell btm. The old campaigner was there, with his spring break: and mattresses, and an able physician. Hartley was there, pale and old, and trembling and crying. He fell on his knees before Hope and Grace. She drew back from him with repulsion but he cried out: "No matter! no mattor They are saved! they are saved!"

Walter carried her to his father, and left Bartley kneeling. Then he daahel back for Hope, who did not move, and found him on his knees insensible. A piece of coal, driven by one of the men's picks, had struck him on the temple. The gallant fellow had tried to bide bis hurt with his handkerchief, but the handkerchief was soaked with blood, t«nd the man, exhausted by hunger, violent emotions, and this last blow, felt neither trouble nor his joy. He was lifted with tender pity into the break, and the blood stanched, and stimulants applied by the doctor. But Grace would have his head on her bosom, and her hand in Walter's. Fortunately, the dostor was no other than that physician who had attended Colonel Clifford in bis dangerous attack of internal gout. We say fortunately, for patients who have endured extremeties of hunger have to be tifeated with very great skill and caution. Gentle stimulants and mucilages must precede solid food, and but a little of anything be taken at a time. Doctor

Garner began his treatment in the very break. The first spoonful of egg and brandy told upon Graoe Hope. Her deportment had been strange. She bad aeemed confused at times, and now and then she would cast a look ot infinite tenderness upon Walter, and then again she would knit her brow and seem utterly puszled.

But now she gave Walter a look that brought him nearer to her, and she said, with a heavenly smile. '•You love me best better than the other." Theh she began to cry over her father. '"Better than the other!" said Walter, aloud. "Whatother?"

Be quiet," said the doctor. "Do you really think her stomach can be empty for alx days, and her head be none the worse? Come, my dear, another spoonful. Good girl! Now let me look at you, Mr. Walter." "Why, what is the matter with Aim* •aid the Colonel. "I never saw him look better in all my life." "indeed! Red spots on his cheekbones, ditto on his temples, and his eyes glaring." "Excitement and happiness," said Wnlt^r*

The doctor took no notice of him. "He has been outraging nature," said he, "and she will have her revenge. We are not out of the wood yet, Colonel Clifford, and you had better put them all three under my command." "I do, my good friend: I do," said Colonel Clifford, eagerly. "It Is your department, and I doq't believe In two commanders."

Thev drew up at the great door of Clifford Hall. It seemed to open of itself, and there were all the servants drawn up in two line*.

They all showered eager sympathy, but ooly John Baker and Mrs. Milton ventured to express it. "God bless you all!" said Colonel Clifford. "But it is our turn now. They are all in the doctor's hands. My whole household, obey him to the letter. It Is my order. Doctor Gamer, this la Mrs. Milton, my housekeeper. You will find her a good lieutenant." "Mrs. Milton," said the doctor, sharply, "warm baths in three rooms, and to bed with this lot* Carry Mr. Hope up be is my first patient, bring me eggs, milk, brandy, new port-wine. Cook !ri "Sir?" "Hammer three chickens to pieces with your rolling-pin, then mlnoethem then chuck them Into a big pot with cold water, stew them an hour, and then boll them to a jelly, strain, and serve. Meantime, send op three slieea of mfttton half raw: we will do a liuie chewing, notrou

The ntents submitted like lambs, only Walter grumbled a little, but at last confessed to a headache and sudden weariness.

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Graf* Hope, the doctor of William Hop*, and C\v «l Clifford smt by Walter, congratulating, soothing, and encouraging him, until be began to dose.

Dr. Garner's estimate or his patients proved correct. Hie next day Walter was a raging fever: Hope remained in a pitiable state of weakness *ad Grace, who in theory was the weaker vessel, began to swrttt Julia in nursing tbem boiui. 1V be sure, she was all whip-cord and steel beneath her delicate skin, tod bad always been active and teonpeiat*. And than she was modi theyooageat, and the constitution* of each women are anything bat weak. Still, it was a moat elastic recovery from a great shock.

Bat the more her body recovered its strength, and her twain Its clearness, the

H«r first horrible anxiety watte* Walter's life. The tfoetor mowed fear, but that might be Us way.

It was a raging fever, with all the varieties that mase fever terrible to behold. He was never left without two attendants and asHope mi inno danger now, though pitably weak, and slowly convalescent, Grace was often one of Walter's nurses. So was Julia Clifford. He sometime* recognized them for a little while, and filled their loving hearts with hope. But the next moment be was off into the world of illusions, and sometimes could not see them. Often he asked for Grace nsoet piteously when she was looking at him through her tears, and trying hard to win him to her with her voice. On these occasions he always called her Mary. One unlucky day that Grace and Jnlia were his only attendents he became very restless and wild, said he had committed a great crime, and the scaffold was being prepare ed for him. "Hark!" said he "don't

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on hear the workmen? Curse their their eternal tip-tapping goes through my brain. The scaffold! What would the old man say? A Clifford hung! Never! I'll save him and myself from that."

Then he sprang out of bed and made rush at the window. It was open, un luckily, and be had actually got his knee through when Grace darted to him and seized him, screaming to Julia to help her. Julia did her best, especially in the way of screaming. Grace's muscle and resolution Impeded the attempt, no more slowly, gradually, he got both knees upon tb9 window-sill. But the delay was everything. In came a professional nurse. She flung her arms round Walter's waist and just hung back with all her weight. As she was heavy, though not corpulent, his more active strength became quite valueless weight and position defeated him hopelessly: and at last he sank exhausted into the nurse's arms, and she and Grace carried him to bed like a child.

Of course, when it was all over, half a dozen people came to the rescue. The woman told what had happened, the doctor administered a soothing draught, the patient became very quiet, then perspired a little, and went to sleep, and the cheerful doctor declared that he would be all the better for what he called this little outbreak. But Grace sat there quivering for hours, and Colonel Clifford installed two new nurses that very evening. They were pensioners of his—soldiers who had been invalided from wound*, but had long recovered, and were neither of them much above forty. They bad some experience, and proved admirable nurses—quiet, silent, virgilant as sentinels.

That burst of delirium was the climax. Walter began to get better after that. But along period of convalescence was before him and the doctor warned them that convalescence has its very serious dangers, and that they must be very caretul, and. above all, not irritate nor even excite nlm.

All this time torments of another kind had been overpowered but never suppressed in poor Grace's mind and these now became greater as Walter's danger grew less ana leas.

What would be the end of all this Here she was installed, to her amazement, In Clifford Hall, as Walter's wife, and treated, all of a sudden, with marked affection and respect by Colonel Clifford, who had hitherto seemed to abhor her. But it was all an illusion the whole house of cards must come tumbling down some day.

Some days before the event last described, Hope had said to her. "My child, this is noplaoefor you and me." "No more it is, papa," said Grace. "I know that too well." "Then why did you let them bring us here "Papa," said Grace, "I forgot all about that" "Forgot it J" "It seems Incredible, does It not? But what I saw and felt thrust what I had only heard out of my asind. Oh, papa! you were Insensible, poor deer but it you had only seeu Walter Clifford when he saved us! I took him for some giant miner. He seemed ever so much bigger than the gentleman I loved—ay, and I shall love him to my dying day, whether or not he has—But when he sprang to my side, and took me with his bare, bleeding arms to his heart, that panted so. I thought hs heart would burst and mine too, could I feel another woman between us. All that might be true, but it was unreal. That he loved me, and had saVed me,

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we sat poor and his —r—„ sweet eyes beaming with love and joy, what could I realise except my father's danger and my husband's mighty love? I was all present anxiety and present bliss. His sin and my alarm seemed hundreds of miles off, and doubtful. And even since I have been here, see how greater and nearer things have overpowered me. Your deadly weakness—you, who were strong, poor dear —oh. let me kiss you. dear darling—till you nad saved yoar child Walter's terrible danger. Oh, my dear father, spare me. How can a poor weak woman think of such different woes, and realise and suffer them all at onoe? Spare me, dear father, spare met Let me see you stronger: let me see Aim safe and then let us think of that other cruel thing, and what we ought to say to Colonel Cltfford, and what we ought to do, and mid Hope, faintly,

where We are to go." "My poor child," a— -, with tears la his eyes, "I say no more. Take your own time."

Grace did not abuse this respite. So soon at the doctor, declared Walter out of immediate danger, and indeed safe, if cautiously treated, she returned of her own accord to the, miserable subject that had been thrust aside.

After some discussion, they both greed that they must now confide their rief to Colonel Clifford, and most quit ^is home, and make him master of the situation, and sole depository of the terrible secret for a time.

Hope wished to make the revelation, and spare his daughter that pain. She assented readily and thankfully.

This was a woman's first impulse—to put a matt forward, Bot by-and-by she bad one of her fits of hard thinking, and saw that such a revelation oaght not to be made by one straightforward man to another, bot with all a woman's soothing ways. Bes. she had a great esteem ana a affection for

sides, she bad a great esteem aad grower affection for ben and. In short, she it that If the blow could be softened

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by anybody, it was by her. Her father objected that she would encounter a terrible trial, from which be could save bar bat she entreated him, and be yielded to her entreaty, though •g«in«thi» iudsment. ¥?ben' this Wassettled* nothing remained bat to exeeote it.

Then the woman *me uppermost, and Grace procrastinated for one insufficient reason and another.

Howerver, at kstsbe resolved that the very next day she would ask John Baker to get her a private interview with GotamN Cttfltad ra his atafar.

This resolution had not ban long formed when that very John Baker ten* pad at-Mr. Hope's door, and brought her a note from Colonel Clifford asking her if see conld favor htm with a visit la his study.

Grace said, "Yes, Mr. Baker, I will come directly." As sooa as Baker was gone she began to bemoan her weak procrastination, and begged her father's pardon for her presumption in taking the matter out of his hands. "Yon would not have put it off a day. Now, see what I have done by my cotoardice."

Hope did not see what she had done, and the quick-witted young lady, jumping at once at a conclusion, opened her eyes and raid: "Why, don't yon see? Some other person has told him what It was so important he should, hear first from me. Ah! it is the same gentleman that came and warned me. He has heard that we are actually married, for it is the talk of the placej and he told me she would punish him if he neglected her warning. Oh, what shall I ao "You go too test, Grace, dear. Don't run before trouble like that. Come, go to Colonel Clifford, and yon will find it is nothing of that kind."

Graoe shook her head grandly. Experience had given her faith in her own instincts, as people called them—though they are not subtle reasonings the steps of which are not put forward—and she went down to the study.. "Grace, my dear," said the Colonel, "I think I "hail have a fit of the gout." "Oh no," said Grace. "We .have trouble enough." "It gets lees every day, my dear that is one oomfort. But what I meant was that our poor invalids eclipse me entirely in our good graces. That is because you area true woman, and an honor to your sex. But I should like to see a little more of you. Well, all in good time. I didn't send for you to tell you that. Sit down, my girl it is a matter of business."

Grace sat down keenly on her guard, though she did not show it in the least. Colonel Clifford resumed: "You may be sure that nothing has been near my heart for some time but your danger and my dear son's. Still, I owe something to other sufferers, and the poor widows whose husbands have perished in that mine have cried to me for vengeance on the person who bribed that Burnley. I am a magistrate, too, and duty must never be neglected. I have got detectives about, and I have offered five hundred guineas reward for the discovery of the villain. One Jem Da vies described him to me, and I put the description on the placard and in the papers. But now I learn that Davies's description is all second-handed. He bad it from you. Now I must tell you that a description at seoond-hand always misses some part or other. As a magistrate, I never encourage Jack to tell me what Jill says when I can get hold of Jill. You are Jill, my dear, so now please verify Jack's description or correct it. However, the best way will be to give me your own description before I read you his." "I will," said Grace, very much relieved. "Well, then, he was a map not over forty, thin, and with bony fingers an enormous gold ring on the little finger of his nght hand. He wore a suit of tweed, all one Color, rather tight, and a vulgar neck-handkerchief, almost crimson. He had a face like a corpse, and very thin lips. But the most remarkable things were his eyes and his

shaped like other people's they were neither straight, like Julia Clifford's, for instance, nor arched like Walter's: that is to say, they are arched, but all on one side. Each brow began quite high up on the temple, and then came down in a slanting drop to the bridge of the nose, and lower than the bridge. There, if you will give me a pencil, I will draw you one of hi* eyebrows in a mjnute."

She drew the eyebrow with mastealy ease end rapidity. "Why, that is the eyebrow of Mephistopheles." "And so it is," said Grace, mively. "No wonder it did not seem human to me!" "I am sorry to say it is human. You can see it in every convict joil. But." said he, "how came this villain to sit to you for bis portrait "He did not, sir. But when he was with me to keep me from rescuing my father—" "What! did the ruffian lay hands on you "That he did, and so did Mr. Bartley. But the vllllan was the leader of it all and while he was struggling with me—" "You were taking stock of him Well they talk of a Jew's eye give me a woman 's. My dear, the second-hand description is not worth a button. I must write fresh notices from yours, and, above all, instruct the detectives. You have given me information that will lead to that man's capture. As for the gold ring and the tweed suit, they disappeared into space when my placard went up, you may be sure of that, and a felon can paint his face. But his eyes and eyebrows will do him. They are the mark of a jail-bird. I am a visiting justice, and nave often noticed the peculiarity. Draw me his eyebrows, and we will photograph them in Derby and my detectives shall send copies to Scotland Yard and all the oonvict prisons. We'll have him."

The Colonel paused suddenly in his triumphant prediction, and said, "But what was that you let fall about Bartley? He was no party to this foul crime. Why he has worked nightand day to save you and Hope. Indeed, you both owe your lives to nlm." "Indeed 1" "Yes. He set the men on to save you within ten minutes of the explosion. He bought rope by the mile, and great iron buckets to carry up the debris that was heaped np between you and the working party. He raved about the pit day ana night, lamenting his daughter and his friend and why I say he saved you, twas he who advised Walter. I had this from Walter himself before his fever came on. He advised and implored him not to attempt to clear the whole shaft, but to pick sideways Into the mine twenty feet bom the ground. He told Walter that he never really slept at night, and in his dreams saw you in a part of the mine be calls the ball. Now Walter says that but for this advice they would have beet two days more getting

^'^We should have been dead," said Grace, gravely. Then she reflected. "Colonel Clifford," said she, "I listened to that villain and Mr. Bartley planning my father's destruction. Certainly every word Mr. Bartley said was against It. He spoke of it with horror. Yet, somehow or other, that wretched man obtained from him an order to send the man Burnley down the mine, and what will you think when I tell you that he assisted the villain to hinder me from going to the mine? The# she told him the whole scene, and bow they shot her op la the hoose^ and she had to go down curtain and buret through a quickset hedge. But all the time she was thinking of Walter's bigamy and bow abe was to reveal It ana she related her exploits in soch a oold, languid manner that It was hardly possible to be&ewe

Colonel Clifford coaid not help saying: •Mydear,yoa have hadamttMoclq and yoa have dreamt all this. Certainly

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you area fine girl, and broad-shoulder-ed. I admire that in man or woman— but you are so delicate, so refined, so gentle."

Grace blushed and said, languidly, "For all that, I am an athlete." See., sir. Mr. Bartley took care of that. He would never let me wear a corset, and for years he made me do calisthenics under a master." "Calisthenics "That is a fine word for gymnastics," Then, with a double dose oflanguor, "I can go up a loose rope forty feet, so it was nothing to me to come down one. The hedge was the worst thing but my father was In danger, and my blood was up." She turned suddenly on the Colonel with a flash of animation, *•You used to keep race-horses, Walter told me." The Colonel stared at this sudden turn. "That I did,"said he "and a pretty penny they cost me." "Well, sir, is not a raoe-horse a poor mincing thing until her blood gets jap galloping "By Jo'

By Jove! you are right." said he "she steps like a cat upon hot bricks. But the comparison is not needed. Whatever statement Mrs. Walter Clifford makes to me seriously is gospel to me, who already know enough of her to respect her lightest word. Pray grant me this much, that Bartley is a true penitent, for I have proof of it in th drawer. I'll show it you." 1 "No, no, please not," said Grace, in _o little agitation. "Let me take your word for that, as you have taken mine Oh, sir, he is nothing to me compared with what I thought you wished to say to me. But it is I who must find the courage to say things that will wound you and me still more. Colonel Clifford, pray do not be angry with me till you know all, but indeed your house is not the plaoe for my father or for me." "Why not, madam," said the Colonel, stiffly, "since you are my daughter-in-law?"

She did not reply. "Ah!" said he, coloring high and rising from his chair. He began to walk the room In some agitation. "You are right," said he "I once affronted you cruelly, unpardonably. Still, pray consider that you passed for Hartley's daughter that was my objeotion to you, and then I did not know your character. But when I saw you come out pale and resolved to sacrifice yourself to justice and another woman, that oonverted me at once. Ask Julia what I Bald about you." "I must interrupt you," said Graoe. "I can not let such a man as yoa excuse yourself to a girl of eighteen who has nothing but reverence ,for you, and would love you if she dared." "Then all I can say Is that yoa are very mysterious, my dear, and I wish you would speak out." "I shall 8peak out soon enough," said Grace, solemnly, "now I have begun. Colonel Clifford, you have nothing to reproach yourself with. No more have I, for that matter. Yet we must both suffer." She hesitated a moment, and then said, firmly, "You do me the honor to approve mv conduct In that dreadful

shall never forget that scene, npr the distress, nor the fortitude of her I am proud to call my daughter."

Graoe put her hands before her face at these kind words, and he saw the tears trickle between her white fingers. He began to wonder, and to feel uneasy. But the brave girl shook oft her teara, and manned herself, if we may use

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an expression. "Then, sir," said she, slowly and emphatically, though quietly, "did you not thitik It strange that I should say to my father, «I don't know Twice I said to my father—to him I thought was my father—'I don't know.' Can you account for that

The Colonel replied, "I was so unable to account for it that I took Julia Clifford's opinion on it directly, as we were going home." "And what did she say "Ob, she said it was plain enough. The fellow had forbidden you to own the marriage, and you were an obedient wife and, like women in general, strong against other people, but weak against one." "So that is a woman's reading of a woman," said Graoe. "She will sacrifice her honor, and her father's respect, and court the world's contempt, and sully herself for life, to suit the convenience of a husband for a few hours. My love Is great, but is not slavish and silly. Do you think, sir, that I doubted for one moment Walter Clifford would own me when he came home* and heard what I hacLsuffered Did I think him so unworthy of my love as to leave me uuder that stigma? Hardly. Then why should I blacken Mrs. Walter Clifford for an afternoon, just to be unblackened at night?" "This is good sense," said the Colonel "and the thing is a mystery. Can you solve It?" "You may be sure I can, and—woe is me—I must."

She hung her head, and her hands woeked convulsively. "Sir," said she, after a pause, "sup-

I conld not tell the truth to all bose people without subjecting the man I loved—and I love him new dearer than ever—to a terrible punishment for a mere folly done years ago, which now has become something much worse than folly—but how Through his unhappy love for me!" •These are dark words," said the Colonel. How am I to understand them?" "Dark as they are," said Grace, "do they not explain my conduct in that bitter trial better than Julia Clifford's guesses do, better than anything that has occurred since "Mr. Walter Clifford," said the Colonel, with a certain awe, "I see there is something very grave here, and that it effects my son. begin to know yoa. You waited till be was out of danger but now you do me the honor to confide something to me which the world will

"Colonel Clifford," said Grace, treoib ling like a leaf, "the truth will cat yoa totheheart, and will most likely kill me. Now that I have gone so far,

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may well say, 'Tell it me bat the words once past my lips can never be recalled. Oh, what shall I do What shall I dor*

The struggle overpowered her, and almost for the first time In her life she turned half faint and yet hysterical and soch was her condition that the brave Colonel was downright alarmed, and rang hastily for his people. He committed her to the charge of Mn. Milton. It seemed cruel to demand any farther explanation from her just then: so brave a inrL who had gone so fiur with him, would be sore to Ml him sooner or later. Meantime he sat sombre and agitated, opposed by a strong seme of awe and misery, and vagoe misgiving. While be wooded thus, a footmaa brought bias in a card upon a salver: "The Reverend Alleyn Meredith." "Do I know this gentleman said the Colonel. "I think not. sir,** said the Colonel. "What Is be like T" "Like a beneficed clergyman, sir." I

Colonel Clifford was not in tie humor

for company: but it was not his habit to say not at home when he was at home and being a magistrate, he never knew what a stranger sent in his cud, that It might not benis duty to see him: so he tola the footman to say, "That he Was In point of fact engaged, but was at this gentleman'8 service for a few minutes."

The footman retired, and promptly ushered in a clergyman who seemed tho model of an arch-deacon or a wealthy rector. Sleek and plump, without corpulence, neat boots, clotnes black and glossy, waistooat up to the throat, neat black gloves, a snowy tie, a face shaven like an egg, hair and eyebrows grixzled, cheeks rubicund, but not empurled, as one who drank only his pint of port, but drank it seven days in a week.

Nevertheless, between you and us, this sleek, rosy personage, archdeacon or rural dean down to the ground, was Leonard Mo nek ton, padded to the mine, and tinted as artistically as any canvas in the world.

The first visit Monckton had paid to this neighborhood was to the mine. He that was a dangerous visit, so he decrepit old man. He very soon saw two things which

knew came at night as a discouraged farther visits. Oae was a placard describing his crime in a few words, snd also his person and clothes, and offering 400 guineas reward. As his pallor was specified, he retired for a minute behind a tent, and emerged the color of mahogany be then pursued his observations, and in due oourse'fell in with the second warning. This was the body of a man lying upon the slack at the pit mouth the slack not having been added to for many days was glowing very hot, and fired the night. The body he recognized immediately, for the white face stared at him it was Ben Burnley undergoing cremation. To this the vindictive miners had condemned him they had sat on his body and passed a resolution, and sworn be should not have Christian burial, bo they managed to hide his corpse till the slack got low, and then they Drought him up at night and chucked him like a dog on to the smouldering coal one-half of him was charred away when Monckton found him. but his face was yet untouched. Two sturdy miners walked to and fro as sentinels, armed with hammers, and firmly resolved that neither law nor (gospel should interfere with this horrible example.

Even Monckton, the nan with iron nerves, started back with a cry of dismay at the sight and the smell.

One of the miners broke into a hoarse, uneasy laugh. "You needn't to skirl, old man," he cried. "You's not a man: he's nobbut a murderer. He's fired t' mine and made widows and orphans by t' score." "Ah," said the other "but there's a worse villain behoined, that found t' brass fer t' Joy, and tempted this one. We'll catch him yet ah, then we'll not trouble judge, nor jury, nor hangman neither." "The wretches!" said Monckton.

What! fire a mine! No punishment is enough for them.", With this sentiment he retired, and never went near the mine again. He wired for a pal of his, and established him at the Dun Cow. These two were In constant communication. Monckton's friend was a very clever gossip, and knew how to question without seeming curious, and the gossiping landlady helped him. So, between them, Monckton heard that Walter was down with a fever and not expected to live, and that Hope was confined to his bed snd believed to be sinking. Encouraged by this state of things, Monckton made many artful preparations, and resolved to levy a contribution upon Colonel Clifford.

At this period of his manoeuvres fortune certainly befriended him wonderfully he found Colonel Clifford alone, and likely to be alone and. at the same time, prepared by Grace Clifford's halfrevelatlon and violent agitation to believe the artful tale this villain came to tell him. [COimNUKD NKXT WHISK.]

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Osnsnl XtobOltr. Utimms sad JPemeleVTeetaieee. U8E ITATONCE. it isstoMs th* KXDiranrB, uvbb sad bow. XLB, to hoalthy aotion and OtTBJBS when all ottiermadMnesiML Baadradslavaba«awTaft who have b»oa glv«a op toU« by MsndssaC physicians.

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PHmIUM. Send fijrXQtwtratad Pamphlet! HUinPS KKXBDY 00., Prorldsaos, B. JH SOLD BY ALL DRUGGISTS.

DOES

WONDERFUL CURES OP KIDNEY DISEASES

AND

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LIVER COMPLAINTS. O Bscauie it sets oa the LITEB, BOWELS aat KIDNEYS at the ssms tlmt.

Bmmw It cleanaea the •yihua of the poison^ oua hnmots that develops in Kidney and Urinary XHaMsee, BUlousneee, Jaondloe, Goaattp*. tlon, VUes, or In nemwaUsm, Wexuralgla. Iwe» Tons Disorders and aU Female Complaints. arsoLW

PROOF

or Tins.

IT WILL BXT&XL? OUBH

CONSTIPATION, PILES* and RHEUMATISM* Br oausis* rasa AOTXOZr of all the oigaae and functions, thereby

CLEANSING the BLOOD

restoring the normal power to throw off disssssb THOUSANDS OP OASES of tho wont forms of these terrlble_ have been qulokly relieved, and In a short ttm*

PERFECTLY OURED.

PSICS, $1. LIQUID OR DRY, SOLD BY DBV001SIS. Dp* mq bo M&t bv null, WXLU3, XUCHJlBXWOIT ft Co., Burlington, V*. 8 Stnd ilamp for Diary Atmuuw) for 1884.

IS

IDNEY-WOR

DRUNKENNESS

IS A DISEASE

and can easily be cared by administering lr. Haines9

Golden Specific

It oan be given in a cap of oofffee or tea without the knowledge of the person taking it, and will effect a speedy and permanent cure, whether the patient is a moderate drinker or an alcoholic wreck. It has bees given in thousands of cases, and In every in-' stance the happiest results followed. The system once impregnated with the Specific it becomes an otter impossibility for the liquor appetite to exist. Thousands of drunkards have been made temperate mea who have taken the Oolden Specific in their ooflfee without their knowledge, and to-day* believe they qnlt drinking of their own free will. No harmful effect result from its administration. It purifies and enriches the blood, allays nervousness, and Incites to healthful action all tlie organs of digestion.

PKKFABHD BY THE

Golden Specific Co., 180 Race Street Cincinnati, O. FOR SALE BY

All Druggists la Terre Haute.

The most common signs of Dyspepsia, or Indigestion, are an oppression at the stomach, sansea, flatulency, wster-brsst, heart-burn, vomiting, loss of appetite, soft constipation. Dyspeptic patients suffer untold miseries, bodily and mestaL They should stimulate the digestion, and soenre regular daily action of the bowels, by the tue of moderate dosee of

Ayer's Pills.

After the bowels era regulated, one of these ITOs, taken each dsy after dinner, is usually a&tfcstb required to complete the cure.

Ara's PXIAS are sugar-eoated and purely vegetable—a pleasant, entirely safe, and reBeble medicine for the care of aiidisordeea of itisi stnmsrti imfl Itrmrr'T They stm the bed of all puigMtyss for family aaa

)Dr.4.C*Ayer&Co., Lowell, Man* Bold by all:

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