1ST
XXX By ELTON HARRIS
f CHAPTER V. ( Continued. )
"Oh , I know you think us the dirt
haneath your feet ! " he sneered , his
face livid , as he twirled his little
black moustache and glared at her with
unwilling admiration. "We are noth
ing , no no ; but it is those who w'
laugh , oh , yes ! 1 snap my fingers at
Hev'erton , for which vra are not. good
enough ; but they shall accept us ,
though they did not my amiable uncle ,
whom , I allow , you had no cause to
love. "
"I shall certainly let all Reverton.
know if I am made unhappy here , "
she answered , with a sudden flashof
comprehension , under which Henri
winced. "For Mr. Barlowe. I had lit
tle cause to like him ; but he is dead !
he came to a terrible end ! Have you
any chance of discovering who killed
him , or why ? "
So intent had they been in their
conversation that they had been co
rn ious ± o the clang of the garden gate
and the sound of wheels. As Mollie
turned quickly to see Madame Dubois
driving up , the horses lathered by
rheir reckless speed , but well In hand ,
she did not notice that Henri's face
had gone a sickly yellcy , that the fin
gers holding a sigarette suddenly
crushed it as in a v > e8. Madame looked
from Mollie's flushed face , to her son's
aullen , dark one , as she drew up , and
her lips tightened ; but the girl en
tered the house before her , and , once
out of sight , dashed to her own room.
What was she to do ? she thought ,
as with clenched hands she paced her
room. What could she do but keep her
eyes open , and bear it ? She was sur
prised to find that she was neither
frightened nor dismayed ; indeed , won
dering more what Reggie would think
if he knew Reggie , whose blue eyes
had given a sudden flash as that "Mol-
lee" had causht his ear. Yet it was a
matter of relief when madame ap
peared as usual at dinner , even mak
ing a little show of affection for her ,
though looking pale and distraught ,
while Henri was effusively polite.
But nothing could prevent the even
ing being dreary and constrained , and
as early as she could , she bade mother
and son good night. At the far end of
the large square hall was the hand
some oak door of Mr. Barlowe's study ,
and she paused at the foot of the stairs
to regard it with a felling akin to awe.
What scene had that closed door wit
nessed 12 months ago that very night ?
What was the secret of Leonard Bar
lowe's tragic death ? Well indeed it
was for Moliie that the future is hid
den from us ; that she could not fore
see the manner in which the truth
would be revealed !
As she went slowly up stairs the
drawing room door opened suddenly
and madame came out and walked
swiftly across to-the closed door , her
usually stately step faltering and un
even , her face wild and haggard ; but
ere she had gone many yards Henri
had slipped after her , caught her by
the arm , and pulled her roughly back.
"Let me go ! " she cried excitedly.
"Have you not tormented me enough ?
you , for whom I have borne every
thing ; you , whom I have shielded ? "
" 'There , don't make a fuss and roxse
the place ! " he said hoarsely. "For
heaven's sake coiae back and calm
yourself. What is the use of getting
in a frenzy because an unfortunate
event has happened in the house , and
the servants say it is haunted ? . Come
back , I say ! " And the drawing room
door closed again on their angry voices
without either having perceived Mol
lie's presence on the stairs above.
She went on fo her room down the
dimly-lighted corridors , for madame
was economical in lights in some in
stances. There was a feeling of un
rest and mystery abroad in the house
tonight , more to be felt than described ,
which unconsciously influenced her.
She wished she were not so young.
How-long it seemed since she had left
lier peaceful German life behind , and
Leen plunged into a sea of difficulties ;
yet she would not have gone back.
Unbidden rose the thought that there
was no Reggie in Hanover.
She took her Bible and read a chap
ter , trying to fix her thoughts on the
Easter day that would soon dawn , the
day our Lord rose from the dead. The
warm old dressing gown in which she
was wrapped accentuated the bright
ness of her hair , and her- lovely face
showed sweet and thoughtful in the
gas light , but as she closed the book
it was with a sigh that he put her
elbows on the toilet ttble and dropped
her white chin intJ them.
All the evening her thoughts hau
been back with her mother remem
bering her sorrows and sufferings
and yet there kept running in her mind
also the words she had just read ,
"Love your enemie-s. " Ah ! how im
possible it seemed ; to how many more
than poor little Mollie has it appeared
too hard a precept to follow ! But
she struggled for it , asking help from
above to forgive Leonard Barlowe , and
endeavor to live in peace with her
relatives , returning good for evil.
A hasty rattling at the ( loot handle ,
Kate's voice screaming , roused her ,
and , running to open It , the child al
most fell against her , her thin little
face colorless , her tiny haads grasping ,
as if for dear life , at the folds of. her
dressing gown.
"Let me stay with you , dear , dear
Mollie ! " she sobbed and sighed. "I
cannot cannot stop alone ; I should
die ! "
It was terrible to see the nervous
excitement , , the fear that shook the
. child from head to foot , and as Mollie
caught her up she only remembered
that she was her mother's baby , the
HUIe sister she had tried to love. Shut-
'tinj ; the door , she carried her to the
window , pausing to wrap a rug round
her , for she was in her small night
gown , just as she had jumped out of
bed , and shivering violently.
"Yes , yes , you shall stay with mo , "
she said soothingly , in her round , soft
voice. "But what Is the matter ?
Where are Jane and Harriet ? "
"Jane has gone ; she said she was
not going to stay in this house to
night for anything wo could offer her.
She just got the gardener's boy to take
her box after dark , and went. I don't
know what Aunt Clare will say , and
Harriet will not sleep in my room
without her. "
"What ! they both slept there ? "
"Yes , because of the strange noises
and and things. I woke up and called
out , and when I got up and felt Har
riet was not there , and her blankets
were gone , my heart seemed to stop
beating I could not breathe. All I
thought of was you ; I should be safe
if I could get to you. Something passed
me in the passage ; I felt it brushing
against me. It was a ghost , wasn't
it ? " And she cowered down into Mol
lie's arms , a pitiable object indeed.
Kate was almost beside herself , and
it v/as long ere Mollie could calm her
agitation. Inwardly the sister's heart
burned with wrath against the two
maids , who in their own ignorant fear
had left this highly-strung child alone
at such a time , after the shock of the
preceding year. Seriously alarmed ,
she rubbed the icy little hands and
feet , talking cheerfully the while , and
then rocked to and fro until the
breathing grew quieter , and the flaxen
head lay still on her shoulder , while
she hummed the old lullaby which had
sounded in her own drowsy ears when
she was a little chil.d.
"Mother sang that , " Kate said , sud
denly looking up with a faint smile.
"When I found I was alone , I said all
I could remember of my prayers 'Our
Father' over and over again. "
"I am glad of that , " replied Mollie
simply. "I feared you did not , Kate. "
"I am a Freethinker in the daytime ;
but at night in the dark , when I am
frightened , I always say all I can
think of , " said the child , with quaint
innocence , all the self-importance
knocked out of her for the moment
by terror.
She listened very quietly when Mol
lie tried to show her that this was
wrong , and then her thoughts went
back to the last Easter eve , and she
spoke of her father.
"It was very cold oh , very ! " she
said reflectively. "He took me out in
the dogcart , and I cried with The cold ,
so he was cross. I did not know he
was going to die , you see , or I twould
have tried not to. "
"But you loved him , Kate ! "
"Pretty well , " she responded truth
fully , for she had not words to ex
press what she was sharp enough to
know that her father had cared for
her for what she had represented to
him. "When I went to the study to
say good night to him , he called out
he was busy , so I went away. Next
morning when I awoke the snow was
thick , and I heard screams and shrieks ,
so I jumped out of bed and ran to the
top of the stairs and looked down ,
and all the servants were there at
the study door , looking in and wringing -
c
ing their hands , and crying , and Aunt
Cl.ue , with her hair streaming about ,
c
calling out that they must get a doctor -
*
tor and send for Henri. I went further -
ther down the stairs and asked what
r
was the matter , and they shrieked
a
more , and said : 'Take the child
away. ' * But I would not go until nurse
cahed me , and she told me my father - *
ther was dead. I asked what made
Tiim die , and she said : 'Want of
breath. ' And then heaps of people " *
came , and there was a bequest. " " *
"Inquest , " corrected Mollie , with a
sMrer , the little girl's words bringing
the whole scene before her with start
ling vividness ; then , as she felt that
Kate was again shuddering in her
arms , she added : "But we will not
think of it any more. "
"I can't help it ! " she moaned ,
trembling. "Something in black has
glided up and down the passage ever
since. That door is heard to open and
shut when every one is in bed. All
the servants know this , and won't
stay. Ask them. "
"Oh , Kate , this is really nonsense ! "
Mollie exclaimed in horror ; then ,
drawing back the blind she pointed to
the still , quiet night without , whei ?
the soft breeze was sighing through
the budding trees , the moon riding
eerono In the dark blue sky above.
"And see , even the weather is differ
ent this year. Look at the beautiful
world God has given us to.live In !
And if we are good He will certainly
take care of us ; we need fear noth
ing. Why , even a little sparrow can
not fall to the ground but what He
sees It ; and we are His children , whom
the Lord Christ came to save. "
Kate drank in her vords with a
look of old intelligence that made her
seem as if she had never been a child.
But as Mollie put her Into bed , two
slight arms were suddenly flung round
the soft white throat , and she whisp
ered with passionate fervor :
"Oh. I am glad I am awfully glad
that God has given me you for a sla
ter , Mollie. "
But long after the little one had
fallen asleep , Mollie sat by her , think
ing , thinking what did it all mean ?
CHAPTER VI.
Who had killed Leonard Barlowe ?
For days Mollie pondered over thif
question , and another one that wouM
keep coming back to her had the Du
bois any private knowiedged that had
not been published to the world ? They
must have known more of Mr. Bar
lowe , his past life and enemies , than
any outsider could possibly do. Henri
had hated his uncle , she knew , yet
surely he had had no hand in sending
him out of the world ; that could not
be the meaning of madame's wild
words ! That he was cold-blooded
and cynical to a degree about every
thing save himself was clear ; but it
was incredible that he could have com
mitted such a crime undetected ; be
sides , Kate said that he had been in
London at the time.
She thrust the thought from her ,
and determined to try and think no
evil a good resolution put to a very
hard test when she discovered that
her freedom was gone , and that mad
ame was always making slighting re
marks upon the AnstrutherB , implying
that Mrs. Anstruther was a worldly
mother , who had engaged her daugh
ter to a rich man , and was now seek
ing an heiress for her son. About
this latter , indeed , she shook her head
ominously ; she had heard tales of him
he was a terrible flirt , or worse.
It was in vain Mollie protested hot
ly that the young naval officer to whom
Joyce was engaged was far from riqh ;
that she had never heard a word
against Reggie , that Mrs. Anstruther
was kindness itself and had loved her
mother. Madame nodded her hand
some dark head mysteriously , and said
her dear Mollie was very young and
innocent , and all young men were netlike
like Henri , so good and wise and trust
worthy. Certainly she had plenty of
opportunity of discovering these vir
tues in Henri , had they existed for he
spent the greater part of his time
hanging about her , and she grew
heartily tired of him and the tales of
his gay Parisian life.
Why did he not return to it ? she
thought wearily. Why did he stay
on here , rolling his black eyes at her
sentimentally , and pretending that
Reverton was now more to him than
Paris ?
"It is because I am an heiress , " she
thought wrathfully , when he had ac
companied her to the Anstruthers , and
kept so close to her that she had been
unable to have the good grumble to
Joyce that would have relieved her
pent-up feelings. "Oh , this hateful
money ! My mothers' life was ruined
for it , and they would ruin mine. But
I am not so gentle as she ; and madame
will find that I have a will of my own.
I think she suspects it , for sometimes
I see her eyes fixed on me with eucft
a strange expression. God forgive me
if I" wrong them ; but somehow I mis
trust them utterly. "
( To be continued. ) 1
_
Sonic Qneor Waiters.
Gen. Francis V. Greened story oi
the queer bet made by officers at Gettysburg -
tysburg recalls other strange wagers.
Harmon , at the Stanwix hotel , in De
troit , several years ago , bet he could
hold his head submerged in a bathtub
for 125 seconds without taking air. He
won.
In Philadelphia some years ago a
gentleman made a wager of $100 that
he could jump into water eight feet
deep and undress himself complete.
Any one who has ever made the at
tempt to remove his clothing after be
ing thoroughly drenched to the skin ,
even when standing on terra firma ,
with plenty of room to "hop around
on one leg , " will at once realize the
difficulty of accomplishing the feat
while in the water. However , it was
done in the instance noted. A chap
named Curtis in Berkshire county ,
Massachusetts , for a wager of a horse , a
ran five miles in forty-one minutes ,
and wound up the race with a jump of
eleven feet six inches. An English
man named Head won $5,000 by walk
ing 00 miles in ten days , but the ex
ertion so used him up that he never
walked much afterward , either on
wagers or otherwise.--New York Tele
graph.
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To Mount Photos on Glass. '
To mount photon on glass proceed
as follows : Soak four ounces of gela
tine ia. cold water for half an hour ,
then place in a glass jar , adding six "
teen ounces of water ; put the jar in a
large dish of warm water and dissolve
the gelatine. When dissolved pour
into a shallow tray. Have your prints
rolled on a roller , albumen side out ;
take the print by the corners and pass
rapidly through the gelatine , taking
great care to avoid air bubbles. Hang
up with clips to dry , and when dry
squeeze carefully on to the glass. The n
better the quality of the glass the finer
the effeci.
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ey EL/TON HARRIS
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CHAPTER VI. ( Continued. )
Week after week dragged on In
weary sameness. No one ever came
to call , sometimes there was hardly
a servant in the house. Madame gre\v
dally more silent and morose , and
while she absolutely adored the
ground her little French dandy of
ion stepped upon , they often had fierce
quarrels In.private.
Madame's only amusement was reck
less driving , and the- sight of the mai
phaeton with Its fiery chestnuts tear
ing about the country , and madame
sitting square and grim in the driving
seat , grew a familiar one round Rev-
arton. Henri generally declined to ac
company her ; he had not nerve to
etand it , nor had Kate ; but Mollie oft
en went , for she rather enjoyed it , am
it had the great advantage of taking
her out of Henri's society for a time
"It is all very well ! " exclaimed Reg
gie half angrily. "Let her break her
nwn neck if it pleases her , but she has
no business to break yours ! "
It was a glorious spring afternoon ,
bright sunshine was flooding the quaint
old Reverton High street , and the
phaeton had no sooner drawn up with
a clatter before the post office , and
madame gone in , than Mr. Anstruth-
er's tall , soldiery form appeared at
the Conservative club doorway oppo
site , and he lost no time in coming
round to Mollie's side. The groom
was at the excited horses' heads , so
they could talk unrestrainedly , and as
Reggie's brown face was upturned to
Mollie's , and his blue eyes sought hers ,
they were certainly making the most
of their chance.
"I don't mind ; she drives very
well , " she replied. "You never saw
such strong hands as she has ! "
"She drives as if she were pos
sessed ! " he retorted. "I don't like
well , it is not fit for you to be whirled
round the country like a tornado. "
"li is better than stopping at home , "
Mollie answered , laughing. "You see ,
there is no room for Henri. "
"Henri ! " said Mr. Anstruther , with
a slight grimace. "One rarely sees
you nowadays without that detestable
little tailor's block. There , Mollie , I
beg your pardon ; you may like him ,
but you are not going to throw over
your old friends for your new , are
you ? The mater and Joyce declare
that they believe you are not allowed
to come to see them. Tell me , is it
true5
"I am afraid it is , Reggie , " was the
response , given dolefully. "Please beg
them not to think me ungrateful. It
is not very nice at Chalfont ; but I shall
do the best. "
"It is a burning shame ! " he burst
out hotly. "What right have they to
make you unhappy ? I should like to
wring their necks. "
"Don't be bloodthirsty" and she
laughed. "And I do not intend to
be unhappy , especially if you will ex-
plan to Mrs. Anstruther "
"All right , ' ' replied Reggie prompt
ly ; then persuasively : "Mollie , don't
you think that it is very selfish of you
to wear those violets , when you see
that I have none ? "
"I had not thought of it in that
light : , " she said demurely. "Poor lit
tle Kate gathered them for me. "
"Suppose you see how they look in
my coat ? "
"Well , I don't wish to.be . selfish , "
she said , unfastening them , and lean
ing down to put them in his out
stretched hand.
Reggie caught the hand , Cowers and
all , and , as he looked up into those
beautiful soft grey eyes that had
played such havoc with his heart , he
said , with quickening breath :
"Look here , Mollie , I hate to think
of you miserable ; it is more than I
than any fellow can stand. Oh ,
bother ! here she comes ! I can see
her feathers bobbing through the door.
When shall I see you again ? "
"Impossible to say , for madame and
Henri seem to have taken a dislike to
everyone. But don't worry , I am not
miserable ; at least , not very ; tell
Joyce. "
"And Henri do you like him ? Is he
pretty good sort ? " he demanded
hastily.
But madame had caught sight of a
pair of broad shoulders , a closely-
cropped sunny head , and ere Mollie
could reply she had swept out , her
glance falling with equal disfavor on
Reggie fastening the violets in his but
tonhole , and Mollie's smiling face.
"You are making a long stay in Rev
erton this time , Mr. Anstruther , " she
said blandly , as she gathered up the
reins.
"Yes , there is no place like home ,
and I have heaps of friends here ! " he
answered pleasantly , raising his hat.
"By the way , Madame Dubois , I hope
the rumor I heard at the club this aft
ernoon is true that the police have
some important clue respecting poor
Mr. Barlowe's assailant ? "
For a moment madame turned her
eyes with a quick , wild glance on him ,
reminding Mollie somehow of a savage
animal caught in a trap ; but the next
instant she had recovered herself with
determined effort , and answered
calmly :
"This la news to me. Indeed , for I
have heard no such thing. How is It
wo have not been told we , who have
the best right to know ; we , who have"
longed and looked for the truth to be
found out all this weary year ? No , I
cannot believe it ; I fear to hope !
Look , I am quite overcome at the
thought ! Tell me all you know ! "
She was overcome. She had worked
herself up as she proceeded , yet the
girl at her side felt that the reason she
gave was not the true one , and again
it occurred to her that madame knew
more than she had ever told ; yet , she
might be misjudging her. Perhaps she
had cared for Mr. Barlowe with some
thing of the fierce tenderness she
showed for Henri !
But she had little time to think.
Madame ascertained all Reggie knew ,
and chatted a few minute/ with self-
possession ; but directly she had
turned the horses' heads and they were
leaving Reverton behind , her face
grew black as a thunder-cloud , her lips
were pressed together in a thin line ,
and her eyes , burning with a somber
fire , glanced over the horses' heads unseeingly -
seeingly as she urged them on.
Never did Mollie forget that drive !
How much faster did she mean to go ?
she thought , in real terror. She was a
brave girl , with nerves well under con
trol ; but it was mad mad to tear
along like this. She was absolutely
obliged to hold on tight as they swayed
from side to side ; while , as they
shaved past a heavy wagon and swept
round a corner , she saw that the groom
at the back was standing up in his
seat watching the road anxiously , his
face chalky and white.
She tried to remonstrate once or
twice , so did the man ; but madame
only answered impatiently , and , if
possible , went faster , and it seemed a
Providence indeed that the roads were
quiet that afternoon. Many times
Mollie glanced up at the set face beside
her , lighted by a fierce look of exulta
tion , as trees and hedges vanished
from sight almost before seen , and the
wind blew cold on their faces. Was
she trying to drive away from her own
thoughts , flying where no man pur
sued ?
Mollie could scarcely believe her own
good fortune when she once more
alighted at the hall door of Chalfont ,
safe and sound. Kate came running to
meet them , and as madame caught
sight of her it evidently recalled some
thing to her mind , for she paused and
turned to Mollie with a frown.
"You seemed to be talking very
earnestly with that young Anstruth-
er , " she said abruptly. "What was it
about ? "
"Nothing that would interest you ,
madame , " ' she answered politely.
"I am your guardian , and insist upon
knowing. " Then , as Mollie's frank
face was turned upon her , madame
either remembered the old proverb
about taking a horse to the water , but
failing to make him drink ; or that the
L'Estrange were a family of soldiers ,
and that the fighting spirit was flashi
ing resentfully from those gray eyes
now , for she added hastily : "I know
the world ; you do not ; and I forbid
you to give flowers to gentlemen. Yes ,
Kate , my precious one , you should give
your violets to auntie , not to your half-
sister , who did not value them. " And
she swept away in quest of her son.
"They were hers , to do as she
pleased with , " the child called after
her sulkily , as she hung round Mollie ,
and made grimaces after her retreating -
ing relative. "You see , Mollie , you !
ought to have given them to Henri , J
who is so good , so adorable , so
sweet ! " a
"Hush ! hush. Kate ! " said the elderr
girl quickly. Angry as she was she
would not encourage the child against °
her aunt , and she walked to the dorr
and stood looking out into the sun
shine with misty yes. "Love thine l
enemies , " she thought. "Overcome
evil with good. " Oh , it was really too
hard ; she could not try.
The groom's voice speaking to the
gardener , who was bedding out the
tulips in the borders , here came wafted
towards her.
lose my place , sure enough ; but if I
sticks it , who would look to the missus
and kids when I lose my life ? See
them 'orses all lathered up ? Several
times I thought we were done. We
were bound to go , and the young lady ,
she sat as still well , I never see her
equal for pluck and the wheels
ground away. "
God had been very good to her , and
brought her safely through danger ,
thought Mollie remorsefully , and yet
she had just been grumbling ! Then
she wondered what Reggie would have
felt had they been killed ; and then she
saw Kate's sharp , hazel eyes watch
ing her intently , so she took her hand
and raced round the garden until they
came to the swing , splendid -with new
ropes.
"Why , Kate , how is this ? " she cried. m
"I thought it would be nice to use
the swing our mother had put up , "
muttered she ungraciously.
And when Mollie pulled her down
on the seat by her side and kissed her
thin cheek , she blushed quite guiltily ,
ss if detected In some erime !
CHAPTER VII.
Dinner was very late that day , for
Henri did not return home from
until ion ; ?
station
visit to the police
after the usual hour , and then Molllff
heard him tell his mother that tua
rumor must have originated througQ
some tramp being taken up with aus j.
picious articles in his possession ; bu
otherwise the inspector had no further
clue to the perpetrator of the crime.
It was a warm night , almost sultry ,
and Mollie opened the long French
windows and went out onto the pan
tiles , leaving them alone , though
Henri's high tones sneering at the
English police , and at madame for be
lieving all she heard , reached her for
some time.
How soft and fresh the air felt ; how-
high above her head the myriads o
stars were twinkling In the vast
vaults of heaven ! There was a whis
per of coming summer in the little
breeze that just lifted the curls on her
brow , speaking of the primroses that
Were blooming down by the stream ,
the violets in the shady woods. Thereof
roof covering the pantiles was sup
ported by Iron pillars , and the scene
was the same as from her bedroom
window , which was just above. Rut
Mollie never tired of it , and was stand
ing In dreamy thought , when a vok'o
close to her startled her.
"Ah ! mademoiselle. I have found
you at last. I have been looking for
you everywhere ! " said Henri briskly ,
closing the glass doors. "You enjoy
the lovely night yes ? " i -
"Anyone would , monsieur , " Mollie
replied , adding mischievously : "Sure
ly it makes you think of Paris the
lights , music , dancing , and all that
kind of thing does it not ? "
"You are laughing at me , medemoi-
selle , " he said , with a very genuine
sigh as the vision rose before him.
"But tell me , would you not like to
go there , see all these things are you
not tired of being here ? "
"Oh , no. Why , when I was in Ger
many I was just longing to be homo
to watch the flowers come out , to
ramble in the woods. "
Henri shrugged his shoulders and
glanced down at his dainty boots.
"Yet it is very unpleasant for you , "
he argued. "My mother is peculiar.
She has never recovered from the shock
of her brother's sudden death. Two
years with her would appal me , were
I a girl. And had I the chance of
going to beautiful Paris , having a
home of my own , a husband devoted
to me , I should take it , would not
you ? "
"No ! " said Mollie quickly , suppress
ing a gasp of dismay. "Besides , what
good would they be to me if I were
not devoted , too. I am going in" and
she moved to the window. t
"Stay , do not be so cruel ! " and he
stepped in front of her. "You know I
love , adore you. Only say , 'Henri , I
return your ardent affection , and will
be yours ! ' and my life will be spent
in making you happy. "
"But I don't I never could ! " sha v. .
cried , not waiting to choose her words r9'
in her hurry. "Nor do you love me ,
Henri , so let us say no more about it. "
"I tell you I do ! " protested he sul
lenly. ] "Why do you doubt me ? Con
sent : , and I will carry you to my gay
Paris ] and teach you to love ! " And he
came nearer and laid a hand on her
arm.
Instinctively she shrank back. His
face i , sahow and cunning , was too near
to t be pleasant ; his black eyes were
fixed , with an expression of assured
triumph t , on hers. Clearly to be read
in i them was- the conviction that he ,
Henri Dubois , was hardly likely to'
be refused , that no girl could resist
when he pleaded.
And yet there was
a certain admiration there too , which
she had felt and haied for the last
few weeks.
( To be Continued. )
Killing : of I'np Koils Her.
Mrs. Richard Ferguson ( "Grace
Passmore" ) of the "McCarthy Mis
haps" . company threw a bottle at a
Fort Wayne , Cincinnati and Louisville
baggageman ; at Muncie , Ind. , recently ,
because ; her pet bull pup , which she
had been compelled to
put in his car
at Hartford City , was killed by falling
parcels en route to '
Muncie. The man
dodged , and the bottle was shattered
on the side of the car. Other thespiana
and railroad men interfered and peace
was restored. The company boarded
the train at Hartford City , but the con
ductor refused to allow Mrs. Ferguson
and another woman in the troupe to
take their pets into the passenger
coach. Mrs.
Ferguson says her pet
was worth $10 , and she has filed a
claim with the company. The bottle
hurled at the
baggageman was used to
feed the dog and was full of milk ,
which splashed over the trainmen in
the car. Ferguson says he was aston
ished at his '
wife's poor aim
, as she
was once a crack baseball pitcher.
English Were Unnelphborly.
The Due d'Orleans , whose sister is
married to the new king of Italy's
cousin and heir-presumptive
, has been
unable to sell York house , Twicken
ham. The ex-prince of France has
therefore , decided to shut the place up'
save for a caretaker , for three years'
Possibly he hopes in that time his
curious behavior will have been for
gotten by the English and that he can
once more claim neighborly relations
there. The due
was
recently at Ma-
nenbad. His sister , the Duchesse
dAosta was always a great favorite
England. She is ln curious
con-
teast to the new queen
o
Italy , beln *
fair , but her royal
highness
is , in her
own style , one of the handsomest
women in Europe. The queen and the
duchesse together
are a wonderfully
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