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HOT TOR LOYB OB MABRLAGE. A week has passed by. I am more in l*ye than ever. I am now satisfied as if the thoroughness of my passion certain that this thorough love of mine will endure as long as my life that it is vo transient flusn to fade away with time or absence. Whether my suit be successful or not this woman will be mj first and last lore.

As yet I have made little progress in the furthering of mv desire. I see her every day, because I watch for her cornand going and every time I see her and fresh charms in her face aud

far-away eyes, are out of the common run of womanhood. It may be this accounts for the strange fascination she has for me. Her carriage is upright and graceful she walks always at the same pace her face is always grave, and it seems to me she seldom speaks to that old companion or servant who never -quits hpr side. Iam beginning t« look upon her as a riddle, and wonder if the key will ever be mine.

I have found out some few things about her. Her name is Pauline—a sweet and suitable name—Pauline March. She is therefore English, although I sometimes hear her saying a few words in Italian to old Teresa, her servant. She seems to know no one, mnd, so far as I can learn, no one knows more about her than I do—I, at least, tnow she came from Turin, and that is more than my informants were aware •f. ...

I still occupy ray rooms, waiting my ohance. It is tantalizing to live in the game house with the one you love and find no opportunity of even commencing the siege. That old Teresa guards her charge like a thorough-bred Spanish duenna." Her dark eyes glance and suspiciously at me whenever I meet fibit two women, and bid them the goodmorning which a fellow-lodger may venture upon. As yet I have got no further than these cold civilities. Pauline's eyes and manner give me no encouragement. She acknowledges my salutation gravely, distantly and apathetically. It is clear to me that love at first sight is not bound to be reciprocal. I comfort myself by thinking that Fate must have something in store for me, or Pauline and I would never have brought face to face again.

So all I can do is to lurk behind the ffcick red curtains of my window and tratch my love, guarded by that old cat Teresa, go out and come in. I am obliged now to exercise due caution in this proceeding, as the duenna once caught sight of me, and now each time they tASs I see her fierce eyes peering into my aiding place. I am beginning to hate Terefla. ,,

Yet if I have done little, I am in the same house, breathing the same air as Pauline, and I am a patient man and «an wait for my opportunity. It will £e sure to come at last.

This is how it came. One evening I keard a fall, a clatter of china and a cry •f distress. I ran out of my room and found

Teresa lying on the stairs amid the ruins of the landlady's best tea-set, and groaning earnestly. My chance had

With the shameless hypocrisy of love, Iran to her aid. as eager to help her as ttiough she had been my mother. I endeavored, in the most tender manner, to raise her: but she sank back, wailing «ut something about, "que of ze foots toroko."

It was clear that Teresa's English was not her strong point so I asked her in Italian what was the matter. She brightened up as she heard her own language, and I found that she had sprained her knee so severely that she was unable to rise. I told her that I would carry her to her room, and without more ado picked her up and bore her mp-stairs. ,,

Paulino wis standing on the landing. Her large dark eyes were opened wide, ker whole appearance that of afmght. I paused a moment and explained what kad happened, then I took the old woman into the room which she occupied, and laid her on the bed. The servant •f the house was sent for a doctor, and, as I retired. Pauline thanked me quiethfy but I fancied listlessly, for my kindBess.

Those dreamy eyes met mine,yet

•scarcely seemed to know it. Yes, I was •bliged to confess it, my goddess was in manner apathetic-—but then, her beautvl Those refined regular features, Hie girlish but well-formed figures-the Hi ink brown hair, even those strange dark eyes. Surely there was no woman to the world to compare with her.

She gave me her hand at parting—a small well-formed soft hand. 1 could scarcely refrain from praaingmy lips to it—I could scarcely refrain from telling her then and there that for months I had thought of her and her only—but Injudicious as such proceedings might have been at a first meeting they would have been'doubiy so whilst old Teresa was lying and, in spite of herpains,with suspicious eyes watching every movement of mine: so I could

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wish to be of further service to her and fcow mvself out discreetly. But Che ice was brokeu—our hands had met Paulino aud I were strangers BO longrrl

Old Teresa's sprain, although not such a serious affair as she fancied, kept her indoors for several days. I hoped this would enable me to Improve my acquaintance with her mistress, but the result was not commensurate with the hope. For the first few days Pauline, so Tar as tknaw,did not leave the house. Onotv twice I met her on the stairs »M. turning fictitious interest ia th«n

xW'sian, kept her in conversa­

tion »i: ite or two. It seemed to meuwtshv .is painfully shv-sosby that theo-B aquation I

would

fain have

prolonged, af era little while died a saturaT ikatr. I was not conceited •nough to ute her shyness and reticence to i2*mi6 cause which made blush ii blammer as I spoke to

At last on* morning I saw toe house alnne. I took

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glsaur hef^ve my hat and fol­

lowed hex. b. was walking up and down the pavement to front of the house. I jolnM her, and, after the usual tequityfor Teresa, oonttnuetf ather side.

I must make an attempt to establish matters on abetter footing between us. "You have not been "long in England, Miss March?" I said. "Some time—some months," she re-

"I saw you in the spring at Turing—in church, at San Giovanni. She raised

her eyes

and met mine with a strange

puzzled look. "You were there with your old servant—one morning," I continued. "Yes—we often went there." "You are English I suppose—your name is not an Italian oner* "Yes, I am English.*

She spoke as though not quite certain about it—or as if it was a matter of complete indifference. "Your home is here—you ar« not going back to Italy?" ~I dont know—I cannot tell."

Pauline's manner was very unsatisfying. I made many attempts to learn something about her habits and tastes. Did she play or sing—was she fond of music, of pictures, of flowers, of the stage, of traveling? Had she many relations and friends? Directly or indirectly, I asked her all these questions.

Her replies were unsatisfactory. Either she evaded the questions, as if determined I should know nothing about her, or she did not seem to understand them. Many of them felt sure puzzled her. At the end of our little promenade she remained as great a mystery to me as before. The only comfort I could take was that she displayed no wish to shun me. We passed and repassed the house several times, but she did not suggest re-entering, as she might have done had she wished to get rid of me. There' was no trace of eoquetry in her manner—quiet and reserved as I found her, she wa&at least simple and natural—and she was very beautiful, and I ip? very, very much in lovel

It was not long before I discovered that old Teresa's olack eyes were watching us from behind the blind of the drawing-room. She must have crept from her bed to see that her charge got into no mischief. I chafed at the espionage, but as yet it was too early to escape from it.

Before Teresa could hobble out of doors I had met Pauline more than once in the same way. She seemed, I was jlad to believe, pleased when I joined aer. The difficulty I labored under was to make her talk. She would listen to all I had to say without comment and without reply, save yes, or no. If, by a rare chance, she asked a question or spoke a longer sentence than usual the effort was never sustained. I attributed a great deal of this to shyness and to her secluded life—for the only person she had to speak to was that terrible old T6F6S8

Although every word and action of Pauline's told me

she

was well-educated

and well-bred, I was certainly surprised at her ignorance of literature. I quoted an author, mentioned a book by name, the remark passed unnoticed or she looked at me as if puzzled by my allusion, or distressed at her own ignorance. Although I had now seen her several times, Iwaa not satisfied at the progress I had made.- I knew I had not as yet struck the key-note of her nature.

As soon as the old servant, duenna, friend, or whatever she was, grew well, I heard some startling news. My landlady asked pie if I could recommend her apartments to any friend of minesuch another as myself she was good enough to say—Miss March was going to leave, and the landlady thought she would prefer taking a gentleman in her place.

I felt certain this was a countermove of that old hag Teresa's. She had cast venomous glances at me when we passed each other on the stairs had responded surlily when I asked her if she had quite recovered from the effects of her accident—in a word, I knew she wasmv enemy that she had discovered my feelings toward Pauline and was doing her best to keep us apart. I had no means of knowing the extent of her power or influence over the girl, but I had some time since ceased to regard her as nothing more than a servant. The intelligence that my fellow-lodgers were about to quit showed me that to bring my love for Pauline to a successful issue, I must in some way make matters straight with this unpleasant old attendant.

That same evening, as I heard her coming down the stairs, I threw open my door and stood face to face with her.

6Signora

Teresa," I said, with high-

flown politeness, "will it please you to step into my room? I wish to speak to you."

She gave me aquick suspicious glance, but nevertheless complied with my request. I closed the door and placed a chair for her. "Your poor knee—is it quite well?" I asked sympathetically, and in Italian. "It is quite well," she replied laconic-

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you take a glass of sweet wine?

I a Teresa, in spite of our inimical relations, made no objection, so I filled a glass and watched her sip it approv­

als the Signorina—Miss March well? I have not seen her to-day." is \V6ll.w ,"It is about her I wish to speak to ybu—you have guessed that?" "I have guessed it." As she spoke Teresa gave me a sullen, defiant look. "Yes.® I continued, ''your vigilant, faithful eyes have seen what I have no wish to conceal. I love, the Signorina Pauline." "She is not bo be loved," said Teresa, sulkily. "One so beautiful must be loved. I love her and will marry her." "She is not to be married, "Listen, Teresa. I say I will marry her. I am a gentleman and rich. I have 50.000 lire a year."

The amount of my income^ magnificent when reduced to her native coinage. was not without its expected effect. If her eves, as they met mine, were as unfriendly as ever, their look of astonishment and increasing respect told me I was appealing to her tenderest feeling •—cu~5'—

"J«ow teil we why I should not marry the signorina? Tell me who her friends are that I may see them and ask her in a a "She is not for marriage." I

This was all I could get from the old woman. She would tell me nothing about Pauline's family or friends. She would only reiterate that she was cot for love or for marriage. 1 had hot one chance left Teresa eager look when 1 mentioned the income I possessed had impressed me. I must condescend to the vulgar act of direct bribery the end would Justify the means.

As I was so often traveling it was my habit to carry a large sum of money on my person. I drew out my pocket-book and counted out a hundred pounds In new crisp notes. Terfta eyed tbam hungrily.

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"You know what these are worth?" I said. She nodded. I pushed a couple of the notes toward her. Her skinny hand seemed twitching with the desire. to grasp them. "Tell me who Miss March's friends are and take these two notes all the rest shall be yours on the day we are married."

The old woman sat silent for awhile, but I knew temptation was assailing her. Presently 1 heard her murmuring, "60,000 lire! 50,000 lire a year!" The spell worked. At last she rose. "Are you going to take the money?" I asked. "I cannot. I dare not. I am bound. But "But what?"

"I will write. I will say what you say toil dottore." "Who is the doctor? I can write to him or see him." "Did I say il dottore? It was a slip. No, you must not write. I will ask him and he must decide." "You will write at once?" "At once." Teresa, with a lingering glance at the money, turned to leave me. "You had better take these two notes," I said, handing them to her.

She buttoned them in the bosom of her dress with feverish delight. "Tell me, Teresa," I said coaxingly, "tell me if you think—if the Signorina —Pauline—cares at all for me?" "Who knows," answered the old woman, testily "I do not know—but again I say to you she is not for love or marriage."

Not for love or marriage! I laughed aloud as I thought of the old woman's absurd and oft-repeated assertion. If on the earth there was one woman more than another made for love and marriage it was my beautiful Pauline. I wondered what Teresa could mean then remembering the fervor with which she prayed in San Giovanni I decided that, being an ardent Roman Catholic, she wished Pauline to take the veil. This theory would explain everything.

Now that I had bought Teresa I looked forward to the enjoyment of Pauline's society without espionage or interruption. The old woman had taken my money, and no doubt would do her best to earn more. If I could persuade the girl to let me pass several hours of each day in her company I need fear no hindrance from Teresa. The bribe had been accepted, and, although I blushed at the expedient to which I had been compelled to resort, it had been successful.

I was obliged to defer any further attempt at love-making until the next evening, as an important piece of business had to be attended to in the morning. It kept me away from home for several hours, and when at last I returned to Maida vale I was thunderstruck to hear that my fellow lodgers had left the house. The landlady had no idea whither they had gone. Teresa, who it appears always acred as pursebearer, had paid her dues and had departed with ner young mistress. There was nothing more to fell.

I threw myself into my chair, cursing Italian guile yet, as I thought of Italian cupidity, not altogether hopeless. Perhaps Teresa would write or come to me. I had not forgotten the eager looks she cast upon my money. But day after day passed without letter or message. 1 spent those days, for the most part, wandering about the streets in the vain hope of encountering the fugitives. It was only after this second loss that I really knew the extent of my passion. I cannot describe the longing I had to see that fair face once more. Yet I feared the love was all on my side. If Pauline had felt even a passing interest in me she could scarcely have left in this secret and mysterious manner. Her heart was yet to be won, and I knew that unless I won it no woman's love would to me be worth having.

I should have returned to my old dging in Walpole street had it not jen that I feared to quit Maida vale, ^st Teresa, if she should be faithful to her engagements, might miss hie. So I lingered on there until ten days went slowly by then, just as I was beginning to despair, a letter came.

It was written in a delicate pointed 11 —A. 1 llf n*Ml nl rtl'1

calling upon

noon to-day. Nothing was hinted at as to the object of the visit, but I knew it could be connected with only one thing—the desire of my heart. Teresa, after all, had not played me false. Pauline would be mine. I waited with feverish impatience until this unknown Manuel Ceneri should make his appearance.

A few minutes after twelve he was announced and shown into my room. I recognized him at once. He was the middle-aged man with rather round shoulders who had talked to Teresa under the shade of San Giovanni at Turin. Doubtless he was "il dottore" spoken of by the old woman as being the arbiter of Pauline's fate.

He bowed politely as he entered, cast look at me as if trying to one quick look

foreign accent very marked. "I hope I guess correctly," I replied. "I am Manuel Ceneri. I am a doctor by profession. Mv sister was Miss March's mother. 1 have come from Geneva on your account." "Then you know what the wish—the great wish of my life is?" "Yes, I know. You want to marry my niece. Now, Mr. Vaughan, I have many reasons for wishing my niece to remain single, but your proposal has induced me to reconsider the matter."

Pauline might have been a bale, of cotton, so impassively did her uncle speak of her future. "In the first place he went on, "Iam told you are well born and rich. Is that so?" "My family is respectable. I am well connected and ihay be called rich." "You will satisfy me on the latter point, I suppose."

I bowed stiffly, and taking a sheet of paper wrote a line to my solicitors asking them to give the bearer the fullest information as to my resources. Ceneri folded up the note and placed it in his pocket. Perhaps I showed the annoyance I felt at the necessary exactness of his inquiries. "I am bound to be particular in this matter," he said, *as my niece has nothing."

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expect nothing or wish for nothhad money once—a large fortune. It was lost long ago. You will sot ask how or where?" "I can only repeat my former words.* "Very well—I feel I have no right to refuse your offer. Although she is half Italian her manners and habits are English. An English husband .will .suit

her best. You have not yet, I believe, spoken of love to her?" „"I have had no opportunity. I should no doubt have done so, but as soon as our acquaintance commenced she was taken away." "Yes, my instructions to Teresa were strict. It was only on condition she obeyed her that I allowed Pauline to live in England."

Although this man spoke as one who had absolute authority over his niece, he had not said one word which evinced affection. So far as that went, she might have been a stranger to him. *%ut now. I suppose," I said. "I shall be allowed to see her?" "Yes—on conditions. The man who marries Pauline March must be content to take her as she is. He must ask no questions, seek to know nothing of her birth and family, nothing of ner early days. He must be content to know that she is a lady, that she is very beautiful, and that he loves her. Will this suffice?"

The question was such a strange one that even in the height of my passion I hesitated. "I will say this much," added Ceneri. "she is good and pure—her birth is equal to your own. She is an orphan and nei only near relative is myselt." "I am content," I cried, holding ou1 my hand to seal the compact. "Give me Pauline, I ask no more."

Why should I not be content? What did I want to know about her family, her antecedents or her history? So madly did I long to call that beautiful girl mine that, I believe had Ceneri told me she was worthless and disgraced among women, I should have said, "give her to me and let her begin life anew as my wife." Men do such things for love!

Now, Mr. Vaughan," said the Italian, drawing his hand "from mine "my next

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uestion will astonish you. You love and I believe she is not indifferent to you

He paused, and my heart beat at the thought. "Will your arrangements permit an early marriage—an immediate marriage? Can I, upon my return to the Continent in a few days, leave her future in your hands entirely?" "I would marry her to-day if it were possible," I cried. "We heed not be so impetuous as that, but could you arrange for, say the day after to-morrow?"

I stared at him—I could scarcely believe I heard correctly. To be married to Pauline within a few hours! There must be something in the background of such bliss! Ceneri must be a madman! Yet, even from the hands of a madman, how could I refuse my happinoss? "But I don't know if she loves me— would she consent?" I stammered. "Pauline is obedient, and will do as I wish. You can woo her after her marriage instead of before it." 'But can it be done on so short a notic© "I believe there are such things as special licenses to be bought. You are wondering at my suggestion. I am bound to return to Italy almost at once. Now, I put it to you—can I, under the

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resent circumstances, leave Pauline with onlv a servant to look after her? No, Mr. Vaughan, strange as it may seem, I must either see her your wife before I leave or I must take her back with me. The latter may be unfortunate for you, as here I have only myself to consider, while abroad there may be others to consult, and perhaps I might change my mind." *Let us go to Pauline and ask her," I said, rising impatiently. "Certainly," said Ceneri, gravely, "we will go at once."

Till now I had been sitting with my back to the window. As I faced the light I noticed the Italian doctor look very straightly at me. "Your face seems quite familiar to me, Mr. Vaughan, although I cannot recall where I have seen you."

I told him he must have seen me outside San Giovanni while he was talking to old Teresa. He remembered the occurrence and appeared satisfied. Then we called a cab and drove to Pauline's new abode.

It was not so very far away. I wondered I had not encountered either Pauline or Teresa in my rambles. Perhaps they had both kept to the house to avoid the meeting. "Would you mind waiting in the hall a minute? asked Ceneri as we entered the house. "I will go and prepare Pauline for your coming."

I would have waited a month in a dungeon for the reward in pre spect so I sat down on the polished mahogany chair and wondered if I was in my right senses.

Presently old Teresa came to me. She looked scarcely more amiable than be-

f°"Have

I done well?" she whispered in

Italian. "You have done woll—I will not forget." "You will pay me and blame me for nothing. But listen—once more I say itr-tlie signorina is not for love or mar-

{•juperstitious old fool! Were Pauline's charms to lie buried ina nunnery! Then a bell rang and Teresa left me. In a few minutes she reappeared and conducted me up-stairs to a room in which I found my beautiful Pauline and her uncle. She raised her dark dreamy eyes and looked at me—the most infatuated man could not have flattered himself that the light of love was in them.

I fully expected that Dr. Ceneti would have left us to arrange matters alone but no—he took me by the hand and in a stately manner led me to his niece. "Pauline, you know this gentleman."

She bowed. "Yes, I know him." "Mr. Vaughan," continued Ceneri. "does us the honor of asking you to be his wife."

I could not permit all my wooing to be done by proxy, so I stepped forward and took her hand in mine. "Pauline," I whispered, "I love you— since first I saw you I have loved you— will you be my wife?" "Yes, if you wish it," she replied softly. but without even changing color. "You cannot love me now, but you will by and by—will you not, my darling?

She did not respond to ray appeal,but then she did not repulse me, neither did she strive to withdraw her hand from mine she remained calm and undemonstrative as even but 1 threw my arm round her, and, in spite of Ceneri's presence, kissed her passionately. It was only when my lips touched herown that I saw the color rise to Ivor cheek and knew that she was moved.

She disengaged herself from my embrace, glanced at her uncle, who stood impassive as If he bad witnessed nothing out of the common, and then she fled from the room. .. "I think you had better go now," said Ceneri. "I will arrange everything with Pauline. Yon must do on yourpart all that is necessary for the day after morrow," I said.

"it is very sudden," I said, c.v "It is, but it must be so—1 cannot wait an hour longer. You had better leave me now and return to-morrow."

I went away with my head in a whirl —I was

a

uncertain wnat to do. The

temptation to call Pauline mv own in so snort a time was great: but I could not deceive myself bv thinking that she cared for me at all, as yet. But, as Ceneri said, I could do my wooing after marriage. Still I hesitated. The hurried proceeding was so strange. Ardently as I desired to wed Pauline I wished I could have first won her. Would it not be better to let her uncle take her to Italy, then to follow her and learn if she could love me? Against this prudent course came Ceneri's vague threat, that in such an event, his mind might be changed—and more than all, I was desperately in love. Although it could only be for her beauty that I loved her. I was madly in love. Fate had thrown us together. She had escaped me twice now the third time she was offered to me unreservedly. I was superstitious enough to think that if I rejected or postponed accepting the gift, it would be withdrawn forever. No—come what will, in two days' time Pauline shall be my wife!

I saw her the next day. but never alone. Ceneri was with us all the time. Pauline was sweet, silent, shy, and lanid. I had much to do—much to see

Never was a wooing so short or so strange as mine. By the evening all arrangements were made, and ny ten o'clock the next morning Gilbert Vaughan and Pauline March were man and wife—those two who had not in their lifetime even conversed for a time amounting, say, to three hours, were linked together for better or worse till dtath should part them!

Ceneri left immediately the ceremony was over, and, to my astonishment, Teresa announced her intention of accompanying him. She did not fail to wait on me for the promised reward, which I gave her freely and fully. My heart's desire was to wed Pauline, ana by her aid it had been compassed.

Then, with my beautitul bride, I started for the Scottish lakes, to begin the wooing which should have been completed oefore the final step had been taken. ?•«. be Continued^

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ing digestive organs of the liver at tbe same time acts direcfly on the kidneys, cleanses the lungs, cures brlghts of tbe kidneys, pwrlfles the olood and beautifies the skin. Ask vour druggists for them. Manufactured fey Barbero Callendar, Peoria, Ills. Sold MITerre Haute by tne following druggists Adamson A Kritenstine, 641 Main gt.tCook Bell, 801 Main St., J. J. Baur A Son, TO Mala C. F. Zimmerman, 1241 Main, C. C. Leek.. Poplar, J. A. Willison, «01 4tb, Allen A Havens, 800 18th. J. E. Somes, K. & Cer. 0th and Ohio.

GRATEFUL—COMFORTING.

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"By a thorough knowledge of the natordl laws which govern the operations of digestion and nutrition, and by a careful application of the fine properties of well-selected Cocoa, Mr. Epps has provided our breakfast tables with a delicately flavored beverage which may save us many a heavy doctocr bills. It is by the judicious use of such articles of diet that a constitution may be gradually built up until strong enough to resttl every tendency to disease. Hundreds of suv* tie meladles are floating around ns ready tot attack wherever there is a weak point. W» may escape many a fatal shaft by keeping ourselves well fortified with pure blood ana properly nourished frame."—[Civil Service Oftzette

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