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Hysiery of Tre7arrock

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By Mrs. OLIPHANT,

CHAPTER EH SUSPICIONS.

I*-' love and marriage as things beyond his

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One day Harold planned a picnic expedition to the bay. He wished to see the spot from whence the sketch had been taken that had t^pted hkn to to re a

He had hired a small pony cart belonging to a farmer in*the neighborhood, and had even persuaded Mrs, Trevylian to accompany her daughter and.niece. "We can tide and drive," he had said, laughing. "At least I will walk, and

Cper."

Olive turned her head away, with a shrug of the shoulder and a sullen look on her handsome face. "Anything is good enough for me, 1 know that well," she muttered. "Nobody cares how I look or how I dress."

She felt a savage delight in noticing the faded streaks where the keen sea air had taken the color out of her gown, and in knowing that her hat was old and shabby. "A pauper, living on charity—that is whatlnm. And Aunt Trevylian does not scruple to make me feel it It is well to be Madge all the pretty garments and other good things of life fall to her share," she reflected moodily, not pausing to think how unreasonable she was.

Mrs. Trevylian, though she had a sharp tongue, was incapable of the petty meanness of which Olive accused her and when once her nieoe suggested going out in the world to earn her own living she had negatived the suggestion with such agitation and vehemence as had almost frightened the girl. And as for Madge's clean, fresh dress, had she not as OUve well knew, risen that morning almost before it was light to iron and do it up with knots of scarlet ribbon with her own dainty fingers? Her cousin had heard her singing blithely as a lark at her work, and had smiled with contempt at "the little it took to make Madge's simple heart happy."

Then a terrible light all at once broke in on her. How changed Madge was of late! She was always singing, laughing, or flitting about the house with so light and buoyant a step that she seemed the spirit of joy personified. The languor of her late illness had quite passed away, the rose bloom on her cheeks was brighter, deeper than ever, deepest when she was engaged in lively chat or joking argument with Harold Carrington, who treated her lik'e a willful, attractive child.

Ho fancied his secret was known to none, but OHve had fathomed it and more, had read in Madge's face what the girl did not herself dream of—that her heart had i*assed Lit© the keeping of the handsomest ranger.

And so on this glorious day, sunshine *11 around, and a sky blue as molten turquoise overhead, when all were gay and happy, Olive alone wore a mask

"Oh, yes:

America,

-.Mrs. Trevylian never dreamed that there might be danger for Madge or 01- of her o^ evii ttoughfcs, kept oSming ive in their constant companionship with

W mwMr to ctIva fVrnm rnnnv .l. l.«wuir if iiKaiiM lia was out of her power to give them many pleasures, and therefore he did his best to make up to them for the extra trouble his visit must needs give.

ladies can take care of the provision

"Very well but we will take care also to keep in sight of you." Madge liaughed from sheer joyousnea as she took the reins. "Oh, you won't have much difficulty) In persuading the pony to do that I will follow on. I just want to run into Judith Penale's and see if there are any .letters for me," replied Harold.

The small basket car moved on slowly up tin hilly street, with its gray, hoary cottages, their roofs overgrown with pink house leek and yellow stone crop, Madge, in her pretty holland gown and sailor's hat with red ribbons, acting Jehu. Mrs. Trevylian had unbent a little under the influence of so perfect a day, and leant back enjoying the unwonted luxury of a drive. Her faded face wore a smile, and the lines of care were fainter on her brow. "Olive, I think you might have smartened yourself up a bit It is a poor compliment to Mr. Carrington to have come out in that old blue serge. Not but what Madge is smart enough for the pair of you, and I don't know but that you were wisest after all,", she afterwards added. "The dress you have on is quite good enough lor climbing about the rocks."

and happy, Olive alone wore a mask, the very face of the cliff. A rough kind Outwardly smiling, the demon

deeper into her soul Harold Carrington came up the hill in long, swinging strides after the basket carriage. JTis white linen saiVwWfc the ruby sttkecarf tied carelessly under the open collar, set off his dark hand

taction. .. ... soft India masEn puggaree knotted loosely round lt and aa he came toward the carriage he took oS! his, hat and fisaxted his tanned face with it "The heat te quite tropical fit reminds me almost of tboBraxila."* he said.

some face ami big stalwart figure toper- desperate characters now among He wore a solar topee, with a thmm rfmnle fisherfolk? The profits are these simpie fisherfolk? The profits are too small and the dangers too great nowadays, I assure yuo." "Do not knock," die persisted, looking

you ensr in America?* Olive

qneried, liing a keen look at Mm. It fuddi.ily struck her how little, aft** mil, they km*w of this tnaa, who had be* com*, with oaiy a month* acquaintance*, throughly one of themselvas that it now seemed odd to think of a ttxaawhen he had not been with them.

would alwa/s iaamstfchr direel II back into other ohaxuxOa. Tt wsa the

as well as every

other place of any note, and sick enough 1 got of them alL Miss Madge, 1 really believe that is a root at hart's tongue growing up there. I did not know you had it about here. It's a fine clump let me dig it out for your rockery." His face slightly reddened, as he went to get the fern. Olive noticed this also that he had evaded her question in his customary manner.

A creeping, strange suspicion, begotten

olive,g nea(L What

Harold Carrington. in her eyes' he waa a grave, middle aged ma^ with a rfngton'e xm-^illingness to speak of the

serve and etaidnese of charter that ^6 And why was he content to stay .ggaaafeguani in itself. Besides, had Mding, as it

i|W not said often that he was a confirmed Trevarrock? old bachelor, and jested lightly about'

Olive

busily

if there should

be some guilty reason for Harold Car-

were,

in such a plao» as

pieced

H-j, ken? She saw in his kindness to both pony cart. The more she thought over girls merely the proof of a good heart the more- she felt convinced that Harand generons nature he knew that

things together, as

rfienrly in the back seat of the

old Carrington had a secret And this

secret she vowed to herself, it should be her business to unravel— let the results be what they might

At last the party arrived at the bay, and the alighted. Harold soon found a pleasant nook under the shadow of the gray rocks, where -he spread a soft bearskin rug of his own for Mrs. Trevylian, who had brought her knitting. Olive also threw herself down beside her atmt, with a volume of "Daniel Deronda." "I must go and find some place to put up the carriage. Perhaps some cottager hap a shed, of which we can secure the use.

Mim

Madgo, will yon oome with

me, and explore?" he said. Would she come? Yes only too willingly, as would have followed Harold Carrington to the world's end had he bidden her do so.

Yet, though Harold loved her, he had no Intention that she should guess his secret, at least then. There were many reasons why he did not wish to marry— why he deemed it almost impossible that he should do so. And Harold Carrington ma an honorable man, who held old fashioned ideas.

No man, he told himself, had aright to speak of love to a girl unless he intended to ask her to be his wife. Yet for today at least he would be happy. Heaven knew that life had not as yet held much brightness for him.

He and Madge walked along over the ihining, yellow sands almost in silence. One or two sea gulls dipped and circled over and around the pale blue-gray waste of waters. The rugged crags, sea weed grown, loomed purple and red .behind them. Here and there a ruined lhanty. standing near enough to the sea to be bespattered by spray on a stormy night, gave token of human habitation, as did along line of brown orange nets stretched drying on the shingle. One or two black old hulls of fishing boats lay high up beyond the sea line*

Harold paused suddenly. "Yes, t.hift is the place from whence my friend, Norman, took his sketch. A weird, wild spot indeed," he said. "You would say that if you knew all the legends of the place. It was here that, in the old smuggling days, many a cargo was run ashore, and many a dark deed done. Tradition says that there are caves out round the headland which run miles under the cliff. I have often longed to explore them, but dare not without a guide and the people about here are so rough and wild, one is almost afraid of them," answered Madge. "Weil, we'll have a look at them, one of these days,, eh? What do you say Mian Madge? You would not be afraid to venture with me?" "With you? Oh, no."

Madge looked shyly up at Harold. Her eyes had a strange soft light in them. Her companion had unconsciously laid a tender emphasis on his last words, which had thrilled her to the very soul. ,f "I do not think I should be afraid to go anywhere with you. Ohl Mr. Carrington, if you only knew how different our life has seemed since you came! How much we shall miss you when you go away," she added, sadly.

Strange words for a girl and terribly unconventional, no doubt But Madge was innocent as a child, and accustomed to speak all that was in her jgind without fear or reserve. This was her chief charm in Harold's eyes. "Shall you? Well, Madge, do not think hardly of me if I Am selfish enough to be giftd that you will miss me—just a little."

For the first time her name* without its formal prefix, slipped from his lips, and his voice trembled a little. But he soon recollected himself and he was not vain enough to place undue value on Madge's words. "I am rfot gone yet, Madge," he said, cheerily. "Let us enjoy the present without dismal forecasts. Seet here looks a likely place for our object Let us beard the lineal descendants of wreckers and smugglers in their lair.**

They had come to a tliatched cottage, weather beaten and discolored by the salt spray of many storraa, yellow with the lichens ages built, it seemed, in

o{ gtood

of jealousy was ever gnawing deeper and Madge recoiled, laying her hand on her companionYarm. "Not there—anywhere but theref she cried, her face paling, to his great

"Why on earth not? My dear'Mlss Madge, yon don't suppose there are really

iHAQgO! pa aou ui«»v wv muj

Manyt

Dinah BetaBack

quite scared. "Mad lives h«m Sb© is A dreadful old woman every one fears Iter. She has the evQ eye* and is a witch. Oh, Mr. Carrington. please come away!*„

Harold dr»w back a few steps then, oblivions of everything, even the terror in Madge's voice, he bout into a peal laughter.

wffl be inclined to laugh with

him but we woald bid such reanamber

had not been with them. that snnerstition dice hard in oat of the tht. d»T. otj.Ilport, Tb»Oatabb with tt aaany coo among the mining and i. Tievyiftua was

folk koowa.

Own** to Swoon, and had ttupedaS life among tbartmpte people of Tr»-

TERRE HAUTE SATTTRIJA

real, five witch in this Nineteenth century! The very thing I have been longing to see All my days and turn back, now 1 nave at last got the chance? Never! Cor along, Miss Madge she shall tell

our

forttmes, if true witch she

beand noiiapoetor.** He raised ius stick and knocked at the door. tjjf

CHAPTER fyjjf

J/,' TWE WTTCHJ or TRKVAR&OCK BAT. Harold Carrington had to own, when he entered old Dinah's tumble down hut that Madge's fear* of her were somewhat justifiable. 7%-f '-^flits one room was "browned and blackened by the smoke of ages, which found .ts way out by bole tn the roof abare flie open hearth, wiwre a few bits of wood smoldered. There wefe no chairs »r other fnrnifcur»,but one or two battered, blue painted seamen's chests stood igainst the crumbling walls and did duty as seats, while another in the middle served as a table.

If they could have spoken they would have told strange things. Old Dinah p^fa.Tlafi1r knew of times when many a brave ship hyi been lured to its destruction by the false bale fires flickering among the jagged rocks the booty had been rich, and the dead men, with their pale eyes, staring heavenwards, told no tales. Legend said that she herself had gloried in setting light to the blazing beacons, and had been amongst the most eager for plunder. Until. one awful night, when the wreckers deooyed a large brig to its doom and in the darkness of the storm which lasihed and whipped the coast a small flBhing boat Via/i also mistaken the warning and had driven straight on to the Devil's Teeth, as the ragged, saw like line of rocks north of the bay were called.

And when the morning dawned there lay upon the yellow sand, half buried with drift and tangled broven bladder weed, two corpses locked in each other's arms. One was old and gray the face of the other was marble white, and damp golden rings clung to the cold brow. As Dinah Retallack, wandering along the shore, came np to them, she stopped to see, as was usual, if there was anything worth stripping from the bodies before they were hurled back, half naked, into the maw of the sea again to be battered and bruised past recognition on the cruel, jagged rocks.

One, the younger, had a pair of gold rings in his ears. At the bottdm of a chest in Dinah's cottage she had a number of these, threaded on a bit of tarred sail twine. Here would be another pair to add. Old Isaac Levi, a certain working goldsmith in aback street in Penzance, bought such things by weight— and asked no awkward questions. She had a "nice few bits and scraps" to take to him next time she went into town, she reflected, complacently.

Those two rings, with white stones shining like glass, that Job brought in after the last great storm, when the merchantman was lost Eh, poor thing! She, may be, was the captain's byide. How whisht and dowly a sight she was lying there, her black hair all drying in the sun—like the weeds—and he—well, he was a rare, fine man. The gold watch was not so much beaten about by the rocks, only the salt water had got into the works. But she would not sell that. Isaac should'see what could be done. It was to be her present to Benjamin, the son of his father's old age, their only ohild. How surprised and pleased he would be. for he knew nothing about it, and should not know whence it came. Benjamin was strange in some ways, though a good lad. He did not like the wrecking, and called it blood money when any one took away and sold what belonged to—to them as had no use for the like. But the captain's gold watch! He could not stand against that, for he sorely wanted one, Dinah knew. Well, it was no good wasting time. She knelt down by the bodies of the drowned men and turned the face of the younger, which lay against the wet, brown weed, to the light Then happened that which was not forgotten in 'Trevarrock for many a long year, and every one who say it was destined to remember it till the grave closed over them.

A terrible, an awful cry—a shriek so wild and fierce that those who heard it shuddered—went np from the kneeling woman. It echoed round the crags and far along the bay, bringing hurried footsteps to the spot Dinah Retallack lay senseless on the sand—beside the dead forms of her husband and son.

And since that day she had dwelt apart: an outcast the brand of Caiu upon her, shunned by her fellows for hef morose, strange ways, and bitter, stranger words. How she lived, none knew that she was somehow leagued with the powers of darkness, all believed. Wrecking hrd died out aioug the coast, though to this day the laws of flotsam and jetsam are loosely enough interpreted on the wild Cornish shores.

But Dinah Retallack still remained, an old woman of 80—a lingering relic of the terrible old times. Her brown face was amass of net like wrinkles, and two fierce black eyes biased from under shaggy, white brows. Once she had been tell, but now she was bent almost double, and always walked with a crutch handled ash stick. From Madge's childhood she had had a «*jet terror of Dinah.

Strange tales were abroad respecting her. Did not Jemmy Polwhele, the smith, die of a fever after he had refused to give her attlt on the road to Pencaaoe? Had not she cast the evfl eye on Warmer Yeatmsn's cattle last year, after Ma cowherd had thrown a stone at her? And when Thomas Beaie, the Baptist minis* ter, more than tho mild curate of 8t Osyth's, tad bearded her in her den, she had torn the good books

1ms

had of-

fcsrai.her into shreds before his face and had driven him from ber door with curses. So people said.

Perhaps Madge Trevyliaa carried tiling* to an extreme: but it was certain oo one in Trevarrock liked old Dinah, and many feared hfltv Even Mr*. Trevylian, vrith all her plain, good sense, was not free from the prevailing feeling. That Dinah was a witch was of course nmtmom battha*she had beenav«ry wicked wtsaaawaa certain.

WlthtrqgdftjiotyMatee h»d *w«ttod

the result of Harold's knock, and when aid Dinah, after a long delay, dowly spened the door, she shrank back affrighted.

The old woman presented a strange, weird appearance. A soiled red and yellow bandana. kerchief was tied over her floating^ white elf locks* and she wore a fisherman's coarse blue jersey above her short linsey petticoat A black cat sat on her shoulder and glared with fierce, round green eyes at Madge and Harold, then with a upring leaped down and disappeared into the darkness of the cottage.

Dinah moved her toothless jaws from side to side, as if to speak, then a cackmg, uncanny laugh made Madge shrink still farther back. "You'm no call to be afeared, pretty chicken. Come in, come in. Neither old Dinah Retallack nor her cat, Pixy, would harm Passon Trevylian's daughter. Iknowed the time when he was a good friend to the likes o* me. Passon would give his coat off his back to a poor man—though his wife's nobbut a proud madam. Poor and proud, notntng but trouble ever came o' that Ay, she's had her troubles some you don't know on, I reckon."

The old woman had seated herself on the chest nearest the fire, and was rocking

.and fro, mumbling to herself ..apparently forgetting the presence of her visitors. "What can she mean? Oh, don't let us stay here. She frightens me with her strange words," Madge whispered, shivering. Harold pressed her hand closer to his side, but did not move. "Why, come, Mrs. Retallack, that is not a very cheerful greeting to travelers who want to ask a favor and are willing to pay well for it, too*"

He pulled a handful of loose silver out of his pocket and jingled it temptingly. The old woman's black eyes shot a covetous glance towards it, but she still crouched over the fire and did not speak. "May we put np our pony and trap in your died for a few hours? You shall have this," holding up half a crown, "if you will consent"

"Ay, ye may use the shed. But gi me the money now, chiel it's long since I had so much in my hand, and tiie feel o' it will warm me like. And who be you? I'm thinking a fine, well spoken gentleman. But there's trouble i' the air, ay, trouble."

She shook her head and looked gloomily into the fire. The cat crept from its corner and began to rub itself against her chair.

Harold drew nearer and seated himself opposite to the old woman Madge remained standing in the doorWay. "Trouble! For whom? Do you mean for me, mother?' he said half earnestly, half jestingly. He had used the last word only in the general sense in which it is appii?d to the aged, but it had a strange effect on the witch of Trevarrock. Her dull eyes flashed and her lips quivered. "Mother! No tongue ever called me that but one. Ah! had he lived he might now have been like you. He was only 19, but a proper man. Well, he's gone,, and Tm alone—alone. I killed him! I! Do 'ee hear that? But Fve been judged ay, that have I." Again s^e rocked herself, in unutterable woe and despair, over the dying embers. "Come, cheer up, Mrs. Retallack," he said, putting hi$ hand on her shoulder. "You are too much alone and give way to gloomy fancies. I shall come and see you again some day and bring a few things to make you a littte more comfortable, if I may," he addedvlookiD«j with pity round the bare, dilapidated hut "Ay, ye can come if ye've a mind and ben't af eared o' the Witch o' Trevarrock," she answered, a sardonic smile flitting over her gloomy brow. "They me that Well, whether I be or baint never mind. I knows a few things, and I'm sorry to say it, Jfor you've spoken kind words to me this day. There's trouble in store for you, sir ay, and for her."

Tho last words were spoken in a. whisper, as the ancient crone jerked her head in the direction of the door. Madge was standing outside, and did not know what they were saying. "Well, Fnr sorry to hear it," said Harold, still cheerfully. "But, for that matter, life is full of sorrow. Since, however, yon have told me so much, can you not help me out of the especial trouble you mean, eh, mother?"

He intended but to soothe and humor this poor, half crazy creature, but the next moment he drew back with a feeling that was almost awe.

The shrunken form became erect, her eyes shone with almost supernatural luster as Dinah Retallack spoke these strange words: ••The mouse may gnaw the net for the lion the weak help the strong. Who knows tiie secrets of the air. and the winds? Those who live alone hear and see curious things and more, I was the seventh daughter of the seventh, as ail Trevarrock knows. ButN some things they do not know. Yes, if you are in trouble come to Dinah Retallack she may have ways and means, undreamed of, to avert the storm. Go now, but remember the Witch of Trevairock."

Dinah's tone waa almost like that of scone ancient sybil, her gesture grand and commanding, as she motioned Harold to the door, showing that the interview was at an end.

Silent impressed more than he cared to own to himself, he joined Madge, who seemed heartily glad to see him emerge from the cottage. Despite all his efforts to be gay, an odd, uncomfortable feeling remained with Mm.

Mrs. Trevylian Itm&wm when Harold told ber what had passed, which he did in manner exonerating Madge from aB responsibility

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blame.

"Dinah Retallack is a wicked woman. You do not know her past history—-it Mcsns hard, bat I can never forget ft"

Mis. Trevyliaardatedth^sSory tjri^ly. Harold gk&ed oat seaward,* strap expression oat his facft. "She sinned, bat sfce i»* I# not that an atonementf* besaad in a low corneas tone of deep feetix:^ ii«l

Trevylian a»d b&i*

tppmngfay a tea nader tt U» xodat. Only dive, fc-* •£&

quiejy attered worQs, though she appeared to be deep in her book. A flash came into h,ar dark eyes* unseen under her thick, black lashes. Another link in the chain! What could such words mean? They had escaped him unawares and bore additional oot~ that her suspicions. were well grounded. Had he then sinned? And, if so, in what way?' True, he might have a secret, but it did not follow that it was a disgraceful one.

Yet OliveV growing hatred and jealousy were so great that this idea brought almost disappointment with it To unmask Harold before her aunt and Madge, to dash from the lips of the latter the cup of happiness, was now the only thing die longed for. "Olive, how lazy you are! Here, mother, this is a comfortable place you. Mr. Carrington,. I shall put you opposite the chicken, pasty—you must carve it I made it, so I shall be awfully offended if you do not eat a large piece."

Madge had regained her good spirits, and was busy and happy as a ohild as (she waited on every one, her merry tongue going all the time. "Eat some? Ratjierl I'm as hungry as a hunter—besides, my life is insured," he whispered slyly. "No, no! Miss Madge, Fm only joking," as she made a raid on the pie, in. pretended punishment for his insolence* "It looks sumptuous, delicious—the very prince of pasties!" As ho spoke he placed a liberal portion on his plate, having first helped, the ladies. ."Now,' you know^. to carry out all traditions of well regulated picnics, some one ought to have forgotten the salt By-the-bye, where is it? if I dare ask, remembering Vatel," with a feigned glance of timidity at Miidge. "Vatel! Whoever

rwas

he?" the girl

asked, laughingftf.-ft "Why—at least, 1 am not sure- if it was Vatel, or some other famous cook, who committed suicide because his master put salt in his soup, thereby intimating that its flavoring was not perfection. I do not want to see Miss Madge rush away from us suddenly and jump off the cliff, you know."

Olive wavered for a moment in her judgment. Could this man,who laughed and joked so ,gayly, with evidently no thought of anything but the present moment, really have a dark and guilty secret hidden in his breast? ||p "But all the same, where is we salt? I should like some^. too," said practical Mrs. Trevylian-

The next minute, after searching the provision hamper, they all looked blankly at one another. Harold burst out laughing, and tho others followed his example. "Perhaps it is in the other hamper," suggested Madge. "Mamma packed that so if it is not, she is the culprit" She drew the basket towards her. "Indeed, I*did no such thingt I was just wondering what was in it," said Mrs. Trevylian.

Harold cut the strings, and unwrapping layers of silver paper, drew out two enormous bunches of purple grapes, black and heavy with ripeness, and a basket of velvet detuned, rosy peaches. A box of French bon bons, chocolate dragees and. creams, and a quaintly shaped, rush covered flask of rare foreign liquor, completed the contents of tho hamper. "Only a little dessert I ventured to bring as my contribution to our alfresco spread. Oh, please do not ttumk me it is I who owe you all the gratitude for letting me come with you," Said Harold, with his usual courtliness, selecting the best peach for Mrs. Trevylian as he spoke. "Those things never came from Penzance," OUve said quietly, with a penetrating glance at Harold. "He-must havepaid three or four guineas at least for that hamper and yet he pretends to be poor. I don't believe it," she reflected. "The secret then has nothing to do with money. That is so much information gained." "Of course not." Harold answered the spoken part of her thoughts, by placing some grapes on her friate. "Would anything so prosaic be worthy of the day and occasion? No—I did not get th" basket with its contents from Penzance t. but invoked the aid of a# friendly sprite' who brought it from faiiyland." "In other words, you got it down from Fortnum and Mason's by parcel post," said Madge, reading the label, with, a mischievous gleam in her eyes. "What a shame to spoil my bit of romance! I thought you Cornish people were firm believers in fairies and witches or should not have ventured to trade on. your credulity."

Harold on5. she had strayed down to the water's edge, and were out of hearing of the others. "Mr. Carrington, tell me what did that horrid old woman say to you when I had left the cottage? Was it anything lad? I wanted to ask you when I "got the chance," said Madge, earnestly, unheeding his quizzical remark. "Nothing at least nothing of any consequence. Don't trouble your head about her At any rate I do not fedl much frightened."

Madge looked relieved, and began with light heart to collect purple and red sea weeds and tinted shells from the wet sands, in memory of this day, the happiest of her life, it C"The tide is in. It is time we tfroflgfot of returning home," said Harold, as the green waves rushed up to their feet, leaving a wreath of foam behind them in receding. But while they could they lingered. La a short time the party reluctantly left the bay, Harold having fetched the ^ony cart from Dinah Betellack's cotisfe 3,

The door of the sfced itdodoperand the pony was harnessed, evidently having been fKL But Dinah herself waa nowhere to be seen, and though Harold knocked many times at the door of the hut, wishing to thank her for her cars of the horse, she did not appear.

Awl so they to^k their homeward way over the gray moorland hills, the air blowing soft and cool and the atass beginning to glimmer silvery white against the saffron tinted aky.

All seemed peace, and yet a atom waa gathering daridiy in the far

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R8. ELDER fc BAKER, ItOMEOPATlMG

Telephone No. 185.

XTOTEL KICHMOND $#Tf XX EUROPEAN. E. ATFROST, Fropr. Formerly manager Sherwoodi House. Evansvllle, Ind., late Mangr. Hotel Gracot Chicago.

Booms 70c, $1.00, 1.00 Per Day. Steam Heat, Centrally Located, two blocks^ from P. O. and Auditorium, opp. tuo new WfCBoUrl,a ami V.nBaren-ClhcAaO

TJOTEL GLENHAM,

FIFTH AVENUK, NEW YOR Bet. 21st and£22d sts,, near Madison Square. EUROPEAN PLAN.

GIVES SATISFACTION IN ALL mkfc BRANCHES, rfgft caxx os——« -4* EC. IF1. 6&5 Main Street, South Side.

J. NUGENT. M,f, BROPHY, £J"TJGENT & CO., SfV

PLUMBING and GAS FITTING

A 4 dealer in

0w Ftztores, G!otee and Bfigineer'e |f® S Ohidiiisct. t*rrm

Estabtlshed i8tL

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Hood'ss

standi I looked like a person in consumption. Hood's Sarsaparilla did me so much good that I wonder at myself sometimes* and my friends frequently speak of it." Mas* ::'V Emjl- A. Goff, 61 Terrace Street, Boston.

DENTIST. :-'»T

Removed to 071 Main st.

Torre Haute, Ind. "-f4

J)R. G. W. LOOMIS, S, J.

ZDjEnSTTIST. 'i-

2040 north 9th st Terre Haute,. 1 nd 1 square from Electric Gar Line.

JP 0. DANALDSON,

ATTOEISTEY -A.T

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ma WABASH AVENUE,

M- BR0WN'"uJli

XDIClSrTXST

Office 511}$ Ohio Street,.Terre Haute.

W. O. JENKINS,

Office, 12 south 7 st. Hours 1:30 to 3:30

Residence, cor. Slh and Linton.

Office telephone, No. 40, Buur'fl Drug Store. Resident telephone No. 170. "J

J)B. GILLETTE., D. D.

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PHYSICIANS and SURGL0NS,

OFFICE 102 8. SIXTH STREET, .. OppoBite Savings Bank. Is at office will re

Night calls at office will receive prompt attention.

N. B. BARRY, Proprietor.

New and perfect plumbing, according t» the latest scientific principles.

PiR R. W. VAN VALZAH, XJ Successor to RICHARDSON A VAN VALZA

IDZEDSTTIST.

Office—Southwest corner Fifth and Mala Streets, over national State ban* tentraneson Fifth street. Is

J^URPHY TTJLLY,

Pantaloons a Specialty.

Stent*,

Incorporated 188B,

WILLIAMS CO,

to Clift, Wiiiiaauf

3.B.

Co.

WaoxAJM^^sMent. J,

M. Cwrr, 8ee*y aad Treas^i

atAxtTVACrcKKiw or §88^

Sash, Doors, Blinds, etc.

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LUMBER, LATBt SHINGLES GLASS, PAINTS, OILS

BmLDBRS' HARDWARE, Mnlberry ArseV eomar 9tb.