Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 19, Number 12, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 8 September 1888 — Page 2

CHAPTER XXVtIL

MARK rmmXBT BAB A VISITOR. According to tbe copy books of our yontfa, "procrastination is the thief

go straight to Chancery lane,

yet be never arrived there. Ha bad gone back to his lodgings in East Melbourne, and passed his time either in the house or in taking long walks in tbe garden, or along the banks of the muddy Yarra. When he did go into town, on business connected with the sale of his station, be drove there and back in a hansom, for be had a .curious shrinking against seeing any of his friends.

As soon as his station was sold, and be married to Madge, he determined to leave Australia, and never set foot on ft again. But until be could leave tbe place be saw no one, nor mixed with his former friends, so great was his {iread at being stared at. Mrs. 8ampson, who bad welcomed bim back with shrill exclamations of delight, was loud in her expressions of disapproval as to tbe way bo was shutting himself up. "Your eyes beiti' 'ollow," said the sympathizing cricket, "it is nat'ral as it's want of air, which my 'u* band's uncle, being a druggist an' well to do in Collingwood, ses as 'ow a want of ox-eye-gent, being a French name, as 'e called the atrnispeare, were fearful for pullin' poople down, an' maUn' 'em go off their food, which you hardly eats anytnin', an' not buin' a butterfly it's expected as your appetite would be larger." "Oh, I'm all right," said Brian, absently, lighting a cigarette and only half listening to bis landlady's garrulous chatter "but if any one calls tell them I'm not in. I dont want to be bothered by visitors." "Boin' as wise a thing as Solomon ever said," answered Mm Sampson, energetically, "which no doubt 'e wa* in good 'ealth when set-in' tbe queen of Bbeber, as is necessary when any one calls, and not feelin* disposed to speak, which I'm often that way myself on occasions, my sperits bein' low, as I've 'eard tell soder water 'ave that effect on 'em which you takes it with a da*h of brandy, tho' to be sure that might bo the cause of your want of life, and—drat that bell," sbe finished, hurrying out of the room

front door bell sounded, "which my legs is a-givin' way under mo thro' bein' overworked"

Meanwhile Brian sat and smoked contentedly, much relieved by tbe departure of Mrs. Sampson, with ber constant chatter but he soon heard her moijnt the stairs again, and she entered tbo.room with «telegram, which she banded tobfr lodger.* 'Opin' it dont ootitafq "%^'huoaof "fche said, as she retreated to the door again.

Tearing open the red marked envelope, it turned out to bo from Madge, saying that they had come back to town and asking him down to dinner that evening. Pitcgerald folded up the telegram, then rising from his •eat, walked moodily up and down the room with bis bonds in his pockets. "So be is there," said tbe young man aloud "and 1 shall have to meet him and shake hands with him, knowing all the timb what be is. If it wore not for Madge I'd leave this cursed place at once, but after tho way sbo stood by me in my trouble I should bo a coward if I did so."

It was as Madge hod predicted—ber father was unable to stay long iu ono place, and had come back to Melbourne a week after Brian had arrived. Tbe pleaxunt party at the station was broken up, and, like the graves of a household, the guests were scattered

On receiving Madge's telegram, Brian determined to go down In the evening, but not to dinner, so he sent a reply to Madge to that effect He did not want to meet Marte Frettlby, but did not, of course, tell this to Madge, so she had her dinner by herself, as her father had gone in to his club, and the time of his return was uncertain. After dinner she wrapped alight cloak round her and went out on to the veranda to wait for ho* lover. The garden looked charming in tho moonlight, with tho black, dense cypress trvorf standing up against the sky and the great fountain splashing cool and silvery. There was a heavily foltaged'oak just by tbe gate, and she strolled down the path and stood under if in tbe shadow, listening to the whlfcper and rustle of its multitudinous leave* It is curious the unearthly glamour which moonlight seems to throw over everything, and though Madge knew every flower, ferae and shrub in the garden, yet they all looked weird and fantastical in tbe cold, white light Sbe went up to tbe fountain, and seating herself on tbe edge, amused herself by dipping bo* band into tbe chilly water and letting it fall, like silver rain, back into tbe basin. While thus engaged sbe hi^Td tbe iron gate open and shut with a h, and springing to her feet saw a gentleman coming up tbe path in a light coat and soft wideawake hat. "Oh, it's you at last, BrianP sbe cried, as sbe ran down tbe path to meet bim. "Why did you t«v before f* "Not iag an, I cant say," answered ber father's vok*.

Madge burs*out laugt "What an absurd n....•.ake,* sbe cried. "Why, I thought you were Brian." "Indeed!" "YW in that hat and coat I oouldnt tell tbe ditfercooe in the moonlight" •'Ob," said ber father, with a la* push"taoor

,s~ht

Branca till

Is uu~~sary to

be spell, Isupi tf

**6t aoams* answwwd his daughter. "If there was ralas fc~ "Alas, it I ber ft r. "Tbey would become as extinct as tbe moa but wfe« itp eyes. Puss, wben you take an old lilu -j* for yomr gay y°w« todMn-

"Well, Hy, pam,' mm A Madge, ««—*cattntv, "yoodo look U» bim in coaiand hat that I could not tail tbe i,.

Freely, nwgfcly,

••youare£aad:Andtarni ontohttil 1» tnOkwi rapidly toward the boose, leaving Ktmr*-": after "i is a* tiw for I

ss»k»n to bar aorotigblT before, Wottfarin* a of IJ' sbe Hood a ttatil tL a step behind bsr aeofyknr wblstla She teraad witk

I saw E yon*' to .«

MB*

ailing at bar.

seand

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ms&t

A REMARKABLE STORY.

Mystery of a Hansom Cab.

BY FERGUS W. HUME.

time," and,

certainly, Brian found that tb# remark was a true one. He bad been nearly a week in town, yet could not make up his inind to go and see Calton, and though morning after morning be set out with the determination

tot

the

far

Hwl wide*. Paterson had left for New Zealand fen route for the wonders of the Hot lakes, and tho old colonist w§* about to start for England in order to refresh his boyish memories. Mr. and Mrs. Rollwton bad come back to Melbourne, where the wretched Felix was compelled once more to plunge into politics, and Or. Chinston had resumed bis usual routine of fees and patients.

"Only me,h said Brian, ungrammatically "disappointing, isn't itf "Ob, fearftdly," aunrered tbe girl, with a gay laugh, as arm in arm tbey walked towards the bousa. "But do you know 1 made such a curious mistake just now I thought papa was you." "How strange," said Brian, abeestly, for indeed be was admiring ber charming face, which looked so purw and sweet in tbe moonlight. "Yea, wasnt Itf" sbe replied. "He bad on alight coat and a soft bat, just like you wear sometimes, and as you are both the samo height, 1 took you for one another."

Brian did not answer, but there was a cold feeling at bis heart as be saw a possibility of his worst suspicions being confirmed, for just at that moment there eamo into bis mind the curious coincidence of tbe man wbo got into tbe bansom cab being dressed the same as he was. What if—"nonsense," he said aloud, rousing himself out of tbe train of thought the resomblance bad suggested. "I'm sure it isn't," said Madge, who had been talking about something else for tbe last Ave minutes. "You are a very rude young man." "1 beg your pardon," said Brian, waking up. "You were saying""Tbat tbe burse is tbe most noble of all animals. Exactly. "I dont understand"—began Brian, rather puszledL "Of course you dont," interrupted Madge, petulantly "considering Pve been wasting my eloquence on a deaf man for the last ten minutes, and very likely lame as well as deaf." And to prove tbe truth of tbe remark, sbe ran up the path with Brian after ber. Ho bad a long chase of it, for Madge was nimble and better acquainted with the garden than be was, but at last he caught her just as she was running up the steps into the house, and then—history repeats Itself.

They went into tho drawing room and found that Mr. Frettlby had gone up to his study, and did not want to be disturbed. Madge sat down to tbo piano, but before Bhe struck a note, Brian took both ber hands prisoners. "Madge," bo said gravely, as sbe turned round, "what did your father say when you made that mistake?" "Ho was very angry," she answered. •'Quite cross I'm sure I dont know why."

Brian sighed as he released ber bands, and was about to reply when the visitors' bell sounded, tbey heard the servant answer it, and then some ono was taken up stairs to Mr. Frettlby's study.

When the footman came in to light tho gas, Madge asked who it was that had come to the door. "I dont know, miss," be answered "be said he wanted to see Mr. Frettlby particularly, sol took him up to tho study.", "Bflt I thought tbat papa said was not lobe disturbed!" "Yes, miss,'but the gentleman bad iim appointment with him." "Poor papa," sighed Madge, turning again to the piano. "Ho has always got such a lot to da"

Left to themselves, Madge began playing Waldtoufel's last new valse, a dreanrf, haunting melody, with a touch of sadnc9S in It, and Brian, lying lasily on thq sofa, listened. Then she sang a gay little French song about love and a butterfly, witl^a mocking refrain, which made Brian laugh.

Madge suddenly stopped, as she heard a loud cry, evidently proceeding from her father's study. Recollecting Dr. Chinston's warning, sho ran out of the room and upstairs, leaving Brian rather puzzled by ber unceremonious departure, for though be bad beard tbo cry, yet he did not attach much importance to it.'

Madge knocked at the study door, and then sho tried to open it, but it was locked. "Who's theref asked her father sharply from inside. "Only me, papa," sbe answered. "I thought you were"—— "Not No—I'm all right," replied her father, quickly. "Go down stairs Fll join you shortly."

Madge went back to tbe drawing room only half satisfied with the explanation. 8he found Brian waiting at tbe door, with rather an anxious face. "What's the matter!" ho asked, as she paused a moment at the foot of the stairs. "Papa says nothing," sho replied "but I am sure he must have boon startled, or he would not have cried out liko that."

Sbo told him what Dr. Chinston had said about the state of her father's heart, a recital which shocked Brian greatly. They did not return to the drawing room, but went out on tbe veranda, where, after wrapping cloak around Madge, Fitsgerald lit a cigarette. Tbey sat down at tbo far end of tbe veranda, somewhat in tbe shadow, and could see tbe hall door wide open and a warm Qood of mellow light pouring therefrom, and beyond tbe cold white moonshine. After about a quarter of an boor, Madge's alarm about ber father having somewhat subsided, tbey were chatting on indifferent subjects, when a man came out of the hall door and paused for a moment on tbt« steps of tbe veranda. He was dressed in a ratter fashionable suit of clothes, but, in spite of tbe beat of tbe night, had a thick white silk scarf round his throat. "That% rather a cool individual," said Brian, removing his cigarette from between his teeth. "I wonder what—good Godf* be cried, rising to bis feet as tbe stranger taraed rouad to look at tbe boose and took off his bat for a moment "Roger Marekndl*

Tbe man started and looked quickly round into tbe dark shadow of the veranda wbere tbey were seated, then, putting on his bat, ran quickly down tbe path, and tbey heard tbe gate clang after him.

Madge felt a sudden fear at tbe sgeprasskwi on Brian* face, and revealed by a raj ot moonlight «*»—mina foil oq it "Wbo is Roger Morelandr sbe asked, touching his arm. "Ahll remember," wish sodden borror "Oliver whyte* friend.*

Y«»," in a boarse whisper, "and one of the wifruuewn at tbe trial."

CHAPTER

iol CAJLgrott's csuonrr uxiom There was not amah sleep tor Brian tbet

lie *eft Madge almost Immediately, bat did not go to bed. Be

and

did not go to bed. to sleep, and

felt anx..js an* 01 at

flawed tbe greater part of ti.- :. it walking ad'. mb a,ooea} .-lwitblls. tbo«^_ta. IU

AJSWOOI.

•,

warn*

Whf~

«gH

t. 4 as to what could be of 1-. -cer Mwv*i.' to Mi..-*. FreCtiby. I Au tbe •"'wm thu Kfl At tbe trial was be bad W1 an had

Mm itr 'tite*-. -v,ia§.

«*»*:. bH

MOT s» of

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tiott was, *-W:.' did t» to llark fretttb? foflr iiehad&oacuaaiataiJtiewft^

jTERRB HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING MATT.

bim. and yet be called by appointment II is true bo might have been in poverty, and tbe millionaire being well known as an extremely generous man, Mtweland might have called on him to get money. But then tbe cry which Frettlby bad given after the interview had lasted a short time proved that be bad been startled. Madge had gone up stain and found tbo door locked, her father refusing her admission. Now, why was be so anxious More land should not be men by any one' That be had made some startling revelation was certain, and Fitzgerald felt sure that it was in connection with tbe h»n oom cab murder casa He wearied lunuetf with conjecture* about the matter, and toward daybreak throw himself, drasei a* b° was, tbe bed, and slept heavily till IS o'clock the next day. When he a roue and looked at himself in the glass be was startled at the haggard and worn appearance of bis face. Tbe moment he was awake his mind went back to Mark Frettlby and tbe visit of Roger Moreland. "Tbe net is closing round him," be murmured to himself. "1 dont see bow be can escape. Oh! Madge! Madget if 1 could only spare you the bitterness of knowing wbat you must know, sootier or later, and that other unhappy girl—tbe sins of the fathers will be visited on tbe children—God help them."

He had bis bath, and, after dressing himself, went into his sitting room, where be had a cup of tea, which refreshed him considerably Mrs. Sampson came crackling merrily upstairs with a letter, which proved to be from Madge, and tearing it hastily open, he read it "1 cannot understand wbat is the matter with papa," she wrote. "Ever since tbat man Moreland left last night, be shut himself up in his study, and is writing thera hour after hour. 1 went up this morning, but be would not let me in. He did not come down tit breakfast, and 1 am getting seriously alarmed. Come down to-morrow and see me, for I am anxious about his state of health, and I am sure that Moreland told him something which has upset him." "Writing," said Brian, as be put tbe letter in his pocket "what about, I wonder? Perhaps h* is thinking of committing suicide! If so, I for one will not stop him. It is a horrible thing to do, but it would be acting for the best under the circumstances."

In spite of his determination to see Calton and tell all, Fitzgerald did not go near him that day. He felt ill and weary, the want of sleep and mental worry telling on him fearfully, and ho looked ten years older than be did before the murder of Whyte.

He was having bis breakfast at balf-past 8, when be beard tho sound of wheels, and immediately afterward a ring at the belL Ho went'to tbe window, and saw Calton's trap was at tbe door, while th« owner was shortly afterward shown into the room. "Well, you ore a nice fellow," cried Calton, after greetings were over. "Here been waiting for you with all the patience Job, thinking you were still up country. "You roust have some breakfast with said Brian. ar

Calton having been supplied vj^tjj£grown required, prepared a learned se ate lias too much iifPhor blood. It is the iron that ea the fine Titian hue to her hair. If had less iron in her blood her hair uld probably be brown or chestnut, erbaps blonde. Tho varying degrees ydu^o-Ajgafl that you see in different red'Wh'itfKL^-

"Then why have you made such a mystery about itf" "You ask that," said Fitzgerald, looking up in surprise. "If I had told it, dont you see what a difference it would have made to Madge T' "I'm sure I dont," retorted the barrister, completely mystified. "I suppose you mean Frettlby's connection with Rosanna Moore well, of course, it was not a very creditable thing for ber to have been Frettlby's mistress, but still" "His mistressf" said Fitsgerald, looking up sharply "then you dont know all" "Wbat do you mean—was she not his mistress f* 4 "No—his wife!"

"No-MtwffcT

Calton sprang to h*s feet»aod gaveaery of surprise. "His wifer

1 1

Fltegerald nodded. "Why, Mother Guttscmlpe did not know this—«b» thought Rosanna was his mis-

He kept his marriage secret," answered Brian, "and as bis wife ran away with some one else shortly afterwards, be never revealed it*

I understand now,* said tbe barrister, slowly. "Fbr if Mark Ftettlby was lawfully married to Bosuns Moors Madge is ill»-

"Yes, and sbe now oocuphs the place whidh Sal Rawifcfc»—or rather Sal Frettlby— it to.* -Poor gfai,** Kiid Calton, a Utile sadly.

Bet all this not explain tbe mystsry ol WbyWs "1 wi

Mko*

fiilllSl

tell tbat,* said Ffc^emld, "WLi Rosanna left ber btnbandf .-r.vay to England with' some, yoorg when be got tired ot ber she raft

,i®S!

burlesque actrasi, under tbe name of Musette. There she met Whyte, as your friend found out, and they came out bere for tbe purpose of extorting money from Frettlby. When they arrived in Melbourne, ilusauna left Whyte do all the business and kept herself quiet Sbe gave bar marriage certificate to Whyte, and ha had it on him the uight be was murdered." "Then Gorby was right," interposed Calton, eagerly. ~Th» nmntDwfcom those papers were valuable did murder Wbytef" "Can you doubt itf And tbat man was" "Not Mark PrettCbyf burst out Calton. **in tlodfe name-, not Mark FYettlbyP

Brian uodded, Mark Frettlby!" There was a silence for a few moments. Chiton being too much startled by the revelation to say anything. "When did you discover this?" he asked, after a pause. "At tbe time yen first came to see me in prison,"' said Brum. "I had no suspicion till then bat when yoa said Whyte was mur-. dered for the sake of certain papers—knowing what they were and to whom tney we valuable—I immediately guessed that Mark Frettlby had killed Whyte in order to obtain them and keep his secret" "There can be no doubt of it," said the barrister, with a sigh. "So this is the reason Frettlby wanted Madge to many Whyte— her hand was to be the prioe of his silence^ When ho withdrew his consent Wbyto threatened him with exposure. I remember he left the house in a very excited state on tho night be was murdered. Frettlby must have followed him up to town, got into the cab with him, and after killing him with chloroform took the marriage certificate from his secret pocket and escaped."

Brian rose to his feet and walkods rapidly up and down the room. "Now you can understand what a hell my life has been for the last few months," be said, "knowing that he had committed the crime and yet 1 had to sit with him. eat with him and drink with him, with the knowledge that he was a murderer, and Madge—good God—Madge, his daughter!"

Just then a knock came to his door, and Mrs. Sampson entered with a telegram, which she handod to Brian. He tore it open as she withdrew, and, glancing over it, gave a cry of horror and left it flutter to his feet

Calton turned rapidly on hearing his cry, and, seeing him fall into a chair with a ghastly white face, snatched up the telegram and read it When he did so his face grew us pale and startled as Fitzgerald's, and, liftiugihis hand, he said solemnly: is the judgment of God!"-- .r

CHAPTER XXX. NEMESIS.

btt'

tf,aii, the true religion of Fate has ached by George Elliot, whon sho

our lives are the outcome of our

»/M«r*flB,very

due to tbe different pro-

supply all deficiencies. I amQtiflff' go on—stop—" be arose and doa»/|Mr

8"are

carefully. "Well," resuming tfcVtop. if Mother Outtorsnipe died £he other "Is die dead/" "As a door nail," answered Calton calmly.

And a .horrible death bed it was—her screams ring in my ears yet—but before sbe died sbe sent for me, and said" •What!"

That sbe was the mother of Rosanna Moore." Yes!" N

And that Sal Rawlins was Rosanna's child." "And the fatherP said Brian, in a low voice. "Was Mark Frettlby." "Ah!" "And now what have you to tell mef^ "Nothing!" "Nothing," echoed Calton, surprised "then this is wbat Rosanna Moore told you when

act*on'

her almost

The day dfter he had seen Moreland, and knew that bis secret was no longer safe, since it was jn the power of a man who might reveal it at any moment in a drunken fit or out of sheer maliciousness, he sat at his desk writing.

There seemed to bo only one way open to him by which he could escape the relentless fate which dogged his steps. He would write a confession of everything from the timo he had flrtft met Rosanna, and then—death. He would qgt tbe Gordian knot of all hisdifficultiesJuid then his secret would be safe— safe jEit could not be while Moreland lived, when, he was dead Moreland would see Madge an embitter her life with tbe story of ber father's sins yes, he must live to protect her, »nd drag his weary chain of bitter remembrances through life, always with that terrible sword of Damocles hanging over hhn.«But still he would write out hi* confMskm. and after his death, whenever it may ha&pefi, it might help if not altogether excttlpate, at least to secure some pity for a who bod been hardly dealt with by. fate. Hi& resolution taken, he put it into forcoatonce,'&id eat all day at his desk filling page atarfNigft with tbo history of his past llfc whiob wa** bitter to him. He started at first koigtiidly, as in the performance of an nnplonshnt but necessary duty. Soon, however, be became interested in it, and took a peculiar jtaetw in putting down every minute o|pc«H*tance which made the case stronger aaaOn* himself. He dealt with it, not Macrimifal, but as a prosecutor, and paint^hilMeoaiinct as much blacker than it roallyflbad been,* Towards the end of tbe day, %eading ow the early sba^ bee^pMiBUcedaravulskmrf feeling, ndo^MWHifniie had been on himself, so hewt^»$s&NH» upon his conduct, showing that fate had been too strong for him. It ftak arguzfent to faring forward, bat "b only one be could wben he had finished, tbe twilight, looking scattered all over his at his door and beard ingif be was coming bo had one, bat now his task all ti» closely writplaoed tbem in a drawer be locked, and then

,{0h!a

K°°d or bad, which

*—i»g its corresponding reward, and tilby found it so, for tho sins of his now being punishod in his old

only

obliging* W'y on S.ycvm»n^ switch still ornaments

ong

nseen

switch A Saratoga dame has learned the way of attracting attention for the ety of costumes. Instead

of.

weari

dresses of the same range of color^ty In varying styles, she eomes./jefteted litv ono day, all wbl» thjg-f a

thm "gfrffigh

for a

p»,-

.-I/ ii£ is 80C!49iy& second marriage had nappy one, and he regretted the ife deeply. After

A-ards,

all

iterod in his daughter, and he

thoKit ho 'would be able to spend his declining years in peace. This, howovor, was not to be, and he was thunderstruck when Whyte Mrived from England with tho information that hi fir#wife still lived, that tho daughter of Mark Frettlby was illegitimate. Sooner than this, Frettlby agreed to anything but Whyto's demands became too exorbitant, and ho refused to comply with thepi. On Wbyte'8 death ho again breathed freely, when suddenly a second possessor of his fatal secret started up in the person of Roger Moreland.

•,

tfrmt around his neck,

yeatiea^nV'here alldsy by

hor CRM* yetfcwefB ffl," abeanapprehensively. lirt^qoiKly. "No* Dl,

wboauKM tttt to worry yoa.

friend of mine," answered Frettlby,

with hesitation. "Wbat—Roger Morelandr Her father stared. m. vm "How do 5*oa know it was „Roger MorelandP "Oh! Brian recognised him asbe went out"

Mark Frettlby hesitated for a few moments, and then busied himself with tbe paperson his desk, as herwpliod in a low voice: "You are right—it was Roger Moreland— he is very hard up, and as he was a friend of poor Whyto's, asked mo to assist him, which I did."

Be hated to hear himself telling such a deliberate falsehood, but there was no help for it—Madge must never know the truth as long as he could conceal it "•Just like you," said Madge, kissing him lightly with filial prida "The best and kindest of meu."

Be shivered slightly as he felt her caress, and thought how sbe would recoil from him did she know all "After all," says some cynical writer, "the illusions of youth are mostly due to the want of experience," Madge, ignorant in a groat measure of the world, dierished ber pleasant illusions, though many of tbem had been destroyed by the trials of the past year, and her father knged to keep her in this frame of mind. "•Now go down to dinner, my dear," he akid, loading ber to the door. "I will follow soon." "Dont be long," replied his daughter, "or 1 shall como up again," and sho ran down stairs, her heart feeling strangely light

EUr father looked after ber until she vanished, then heaving a regretful sigh, returned to his study, and taking out tho scattered papers fastened them together, and indorsed thorn, "My Confession." He then placed them in an envelope, sealed it, and put it back in tho desk. "If all that is in that packet were known," ho said uloud, as be left the room, "what would tho world say?"

Tbat night be was singularly brilliant at tho dinner table. Generally a very reticent and grave man, on this night he laughed and talked so gayly that the very servants notioed tbe change. The fact was that he felt a sense of relief at having unburdened his mind, and felt as though by writing out that confession be had laid the specter which had haunted him for so long. His daughter was delighted at tho change in his spirits, bu£ tho old Scotch nurse, who had boon in the house since Madgo was a baby, shook her bead. "He's fey," sho said gravely. "He's no lang for the war Id." Of course she was laughed at—people who believe in presentiments generally are—but, nevertheless, she Held (Irmly to her opinion.

Mr. Frettlby went to bed oarly that night, us tho excitement of the last few days and tbo gaycty in which he had lately indulged proved too strong for him. No sooner had ho laid his head on his pillow than ho dropped off to sleep at once, and forgot in placid slumber the troubles and worries of bis waking hours.

It was only 9 o'clock, and Madge by hersaif in tho groat drawing room began to long for somo ono to talk to, and, ringing the bell, ordered Sal to bo sent in. The two girls had become great frionds, and Madge, though two years younger than tho other, assumed tho role mentor, and under her guidance Sal was 1 iWtNfckr improving. It was a strange irony which brought together these ttyo tho same father, -each with each and LLIDP'"1"11"1— th" "IT" reefed in luxury

a gr^!uon4

uevcr hiving knoVn want in tho gutter, all un-

and besmirched by tho life sbb had led. Jtfjo whirligig of timo brings in its rovenges," and it was tho last thing in tho world Mark Frettlhy would liavo thought ot seeing: Rosanna Mooro's child, whom he fancied dead, under tbe samo roof as his daughter Madgo.

On receiving Madgo's message Sal camo to the drawing room, and tho two were soon chatting amicably together. Tbo drawing room was almost in darkness, only one lamp being lighted.

They had boen talking tog*thtr for somo time, when Sal's quick ear caught a footfall on tho soft carpet, and, turning rapidly, she saw a tall figure advancing down the room. Madge saw it too, and ctarted up in surprise on recognizing ber father. Hp was clothed in his dressing gown and carried some papers in his hand. "Why, papa," said Madge, in surprise,

"Hush I" whispered Sal, grasping her arms. "He's asleep." And so he wa& In accordance with the dictates of the excited brain, tho weary body bad risen from the bed and wandered about tbe house. Tho two girls, drawing back into tbe shadow, watched him with bated breath as be came slowly down tbe room. In a few moments be was within tho circle of light, and, moving noiselessly along, he laid tbe papers ho carried on the table. Tbey were in a largo bluo epvelopo, much worn, with writ-* ing in red ink on it Sal recognised it at once as tho onotho bad boon the dead woman with, and with on instinctive feeling that there was something wrong, tried to draw Madgo back as she watched her father's action with an intensity of feeling which held ber spellbound. Frettlby opened tbe envelope and took therefrom 4 yellow, frayed piece of paper, which ho spread out on tho table. Madgo bent forward to see it, but Sal, with sadden terror, drew ber back.

"God! My fctbarf*

as she entered

Modg* bent forward to ae« iL f, "For God'* sake, no," sbe cried. But it was too late Madge bad caught sight of tbe names on tbe paper—"Marriage

Rosanna Mooro-liark Frettlby"—the whole awful troth flashed upon ber. These were tbo papers Rosanna Moore bad banded to Whyte. Whyte had been murdered by the mas to whom tbo papere were of

Sbe Staggered blindly forward, and then, with ono piercing shriek, fell to the ground. In doing so, rise struck against ber father, wbo was still standing beside tbe table. Awakeo'-'i sod ly, with tbat lid cry in his «riw, 1 T~wd eye* .' i, pot oat fSeebl aji if to keep Ing bode, gnitr.th f.tr.-.nri cry

floor? Sei, ju-.mr -.truck, did #(.*: ber pre 4 mind.! iagibei^:- off t£otable, into ber pork and then donated ad for the servants Bat tbey. already --raeted by Mad?' ':, wild aryk ••aroe hurr\ir.% in, to find

itark

Frettlby, toe millionaire, lying

dajd,«nd fats daughter lying to nfaiatbsside

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Ion't Experiment.

You cannot afford to waste time in experimenting when your lungs are in danger. Consumption always seems at first, only a cold. Do not permit any dealer to impose upon you with some cheap imitation of Dr. King's New Discovery for Consumption, Coughs and Colds, but be sure you get the genuine. Because he can make more profit he may tell you he has something just as good, or just the same. Don't be deceived, but insist upon getting Dr. King's New Discovery, which is guaranteed to give relief in all Throat, Lung and Chest affections. Trial bottles free at Carl Krietenstein's Dru^ Store. Large bottle, *1.00. (6)

A Sound Legal Opinion.

E. Bain bridge Munday, Esq., County Atty, Clay County, Texas, says: "Have vseel Electric Bitters witb most happy results. My brother also was very low with Malarial Fever and Jaundice, but was cured by timely use of this medicine Am satisifted that Electric Bitters saved my life."

Mr. D. I. Wilcoxson, ot Horse Cave, Ky., adds a like testimony, saying: Ho positively believes ho wouln have died, had it uot been for Electric Bitters.

This great remedy will ward off, as well as cure all Malaria Diseases, and for all Kidney, Liver and Stomach Disorders stand unequalled. Price 50c and $1, at Carl Krietenstein, cor. 4th «S Ohio.(()

Bucklen'a Arnica Salve.

The Best Salve in the world for Cuts, Bruises, 8ores. Ulcers, Salt Rheum. Fever Sores, Tetter, Chapped Hauds, Chilblains, Comal* .. ............

per box. For sale by Carl Krietenstein. 8. W Cor. 4th and Ohio.

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The Importance of purifying the blood1caiK•• not bo overestimated, for without pure

blood you cannot enjoy good healtlu At this season nearly every ono need» a good medlclno to purify, vitalize, and enrich tho blood, and Hood's 8arsnparllla is worthy your confidence. It is peculiar hi that It strengthens and builds up the system, creates an appetite, and tones tho digestion, whllo it eradicates disease. Glvett a trial.

Hood's Sarsapar ilia is sold by all dfuggMi. Prepared by 0.1. HoOd feCo., Lowell, Mass. I06 Dotai"-Qf|e' Dollar

LADIES

Who Valu* a Btflntd CampiMJm MUST USE

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MEDICATED

COMPLEXION POWDER.

Tt laparti brtlllnnt miiipsrcncr I* tfco •kit. HrnoTei nil pimple*. MHI dliMlaralloni, ami make* lh« »kla ly M»n and bruutlfat. It contnlna llM wblt* lend or ursrnle. In three ikslni pink or Inh, while and brunette.

FOR SAI.K DT

All Draggiite aid fancy Uoodi Betlen Ererywle ®. BEWARE OF IMITATIONS*

THE GREAT' TRIAL.

Before the Bar of Enligiiteuec Judgment

A Voice from Connecticut-

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OF A. SQUIRES

A SON,

Wholesale Oyster and Provision Dealersa Nos. 33 to 48 Market Street.

HARTFORD. CONW., Feb. 23,1887*

Gentlemen: Yonr medicines are used to anite an extent by many of mjy friends, and tbey give the beat of satisfaction In all case*. Yours truly,

ALViK SQUIRES.

In the great trial before the bar of pubopinion, the Scientific Remedies of R. C. Flower stand peerless and alone. They cure wben physicians and all popular remedies are powerless. They are tbe fruit of scientific study, exhaustive research, and great experience.

Tbe above letter, coming from so wellknown and reliable a source, speaks volnines yet it is but one of thousands ot similar communications that are pouring upon us from all directions.

JDr. R. C. Flower's Liver and Stomach Sanative la a never-failing cure for all forms of disorded or torpid liver, for dyspepsia, Indigestion, malassimiUUion. It is the best Spring Remedy for general debility and lassitude ever prescribed.

Only fl.00 a bottle. For sale by your druggist, wbo, on application, will present you with a oopy of our magnificent Formula Hook, free. iV \Cii

1762 Washihgton at, Boston, Haas.

FOR MEN ONLY.

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