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FAME'S COST.
Oh, acorn not things of low degree,
And sigh for wealth nnd state;
Par hotter court humility
Than burdens of the great.
For ho who wins ambition's fight
Can never be at ease;
lie gains, 'tis true, a worldly height,
Hut has a world to please.
For cares Increase as honors grow,
And In his new estate
lie finds, though bright those honors glow,
Tin thraldom to bo great.
Tho llntterers that about him throng
Each has some dole to ask;
To please them Is no Idle song,
But n herculean task.
Wo valuo things as they appear,
Nor count tho cost nor pain
"Which lino the road to that bright sphere
The envied ones attain.
Fame Is no royal heritage;
Its crowns aro free to all;
Hut who Its dizziest heights would gage
Must risk the dizziest fall.
Then sigh not for ambition's meed,
Its scepter and Its crown;
"Uneasy lies tho kingly head,"
Though pillowed upon down.
Harriet Smead, In Chicago Inter Ocean.
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CHAPTER VIII. Co.NTi.Nur.1).
When we arrived nt the cross roads,
.Florence, insisted on riding her horse
the vest of the way to her home.
A thought occurred to me after I had
assisted her to remount. I laid my hand
on the bridle to restrain her going.
"Do you mind if I ask you a qucs
lionV" 1 inquired.
"Assuredly not."
"Then tell me, do you sec much of
Horace Jackson? lias he asked you to
marry him?"
"Yes, he hns asked me to marry him."
she replied, drooping her head. "In
deed, there is a compact between us
.about it."
"Oh!"
"Yes. Now, please do not be foolish
and feel badly over it. Hut I have prom
ised Mr. Jackson that I will marry him
if the robbery can be traced to you, and
the stolen property, or n portion of it,
be found in your possession."
"Good heavens! Why did you give
him that promise?"
"Well, he bothered me so, lately, that
I gave him the promise to get rid of
him. His part of the compact is not to
mention the subject again until you are
shown to be the robber. So you sec how
absolutely safe I am in this."
"Does Jackson believe I am guilty?"
I asked.
"No, he does not. In his inmost heart
he does not. And he used to aillrm his
belief in your innocence until " She
hesitated here, and seemed reluctant to
proceed. I wnited in anxiety, and she
finally went on "until lately he, for
some reason, has changed his opinion.
At least so he savs. And it made me
angry when lie told me that he had.
Then it was I gave him the promise."
"Jlow long is it since you discovered
that he had changed?"
"About six weeks ago. I have not
seen him since, lie and his father had
a terrible quarrel that day, and he has
not been here since then."
"What reason did he give for now be
lieving 1 was the guilty party?" I
asked.
"Oh, he mumbled something about
discoveries recently made which would
throw new light on tho case."
Florence gazed earnestly into my
face, and she must have noticed the
troubled expression upon it. For she
leaned toward me and with great earn
estness exclaimed: "Nelson, oh, tell
me, you had nothing to do with it, did
you?"
"Florence!"
"Forgive me; I know you are hon
est and true." She laid her hand upon
mine. "I will not wrong you by the
least doubt. Hut Jackson' seemed so
confident. There is no way by which
a seeming proof of the robbery could
be shown against you, is there?"
"Good heavens, how could there be?'
I exclaimed. "Oh. I see it all," I went
on bitterly. "Jackson has become
wealthy, and is trying to ingratiate
himself with your father and under
mine my reputation with you and so
finnlly gam your hand."
Florence listened to my incoherent
outburst with an amused smile.
"Do you like Jackson at all? Is he
agreeable to you?" I asked, in jealousy.
The smile died from her face and her
eyes Hashed with an angry fire.
"Like him? No, indeed; I detest The
man. I hate him." This outburst made
me happy, and 1 laughed merrily.
"It is not ki'id of you to compel me to
show temper," she said. "Hut remem
ber, sir, you provoked me to it. It is not
only for myself alone that I dislike him,
but it seems to me that he is the cause
of the change that has come over my
father lately, liver since that quarrel
father has been bo different."
'Tn whut respect?" 1 nuked, sympa
thetically. "lie seems terribly worried and
tinxious."
"It is probably business care. There
nre very few men directing great en
terprises who linve not times of worry
and anxiety, who have not financial
storms and the iear of wreck to face,"
I added, cousolbigly. "And as for the
quarrel with Jackson, that was prob
ably no more than n difference of opin
ion regarding business methods. Jaek
eon told me once he hod business rela
tions witli your father, nnd that is what
makes me ulmost fearful that he will
gain you after all."
"Hut I have promised you; whatmore
can you iislc? I would not mnrry Mr.
Jackson even if I had never met you,"
Florence said, with a decided shake of
her head.
"Unless it, was proved I robbed the
bank," 1 suggested.
"No, not even then. I'd rather die."
"Oh, my darling love I" I burst out,
"I must be first in your heart or noth
ing first or nothing!"
"What a foolish fellow you arc!
You make me feel quite hurt at your
implied doubt of me."
She urged her horse forward a few
steps, then turned her fnce toword me.
"Rest easy about Hint," with the true
light in her eyes. "You are first, dear
out first now, first always."
I mode a spring for the bridle, but,
with a merry laugh, she gave her horse
the whip and eluded me.
I wntched the dear form rising nnd
fulling like a bird along the road, then
climbed into the buggy and slowly
drove home.
CHAPTER IX.
After supper 1 lit a cigar and walked
up and down in front of the house.
During the meal Mrs. Snyder hod kept
up an incessant chatter concerning the
mysteries about my house. 1 did not
hear half her words, but nevertheless
there was an element so foreign to my
thoughts in the few sentences I caught
that I was glad to escape her.
The evening shadows were settling
over the valley, and the moon was ris
ing in splendor.
Leisurely I tramped to and fro, giv
ing up my thoughts undisturbed to the
pleasant realization of new-found hap
piness and to anticipations of future
joy in the constant companionship of
my sweetheart.
The cigar finished, I repaired to 1113'
room, with the intention of reading.
Hut the evening was so fine that I soon
blew out the light and sot down by the
window.
Then I remembered how, on rising
from tho same chair the evening be
fore, a tall, white specter hod confront
ed me. This recollection coming to
me suddenly in the midst of happy
thoughts caused me to glance some
what nervously toward the closed win
dow opposite.
I could see a faint image of myself
swaying to and fro in unison with the
motion of the rocking-chair in which
1 was seated.
Directly underneath was the cellar,
whose sol id walls, defying investigation
of the interior, had so impressed the old
nurse Sarah with on unreasonable fear.
Even Sonntag, who, from his vocation,
was accustomed to hold himself well in
hand against surprise, had exhibited
profound amazement when informed
of tho circumstance.
It was irritating to have thoughts
concerning tho mysteries which seemed
to abound in the old homestend come
crowding up and piny at cross-purposes
with tho happy state that the meeting
with Florence had induced.
The mysteries had seemVd trivial in
the dnj'time, had been wholly forgotten
in Florence's society, but now that I
was again alone and the night coming
on, the thought of the cellar came book
to me tinged with a shadow of fear.
And the voice, the unearthly voice
what was it?
At first 1 had felt a hope that the ugui
account given by Mrs. Snyder might
have something of truth in it. The un
raveling of a chain of events which
seemed to border on the supernatural
would be a new experience to me, and
therefore furnish a diversion in tho
quiet, uneventful life 1 expected to lend
in Nelsonville.
Hut now I needed no such diversion
to lead my thoughts away from the rob
bery and its blighting effect upon my
life and ho or. 1 did not regard that
affair any longer as the one great bar
rier whinh utood between me and happi
ness, although the desire for exculpa
tion was keener than ever.
1 was sure of Florence's love and
trust, but I could not wisli her sweet
self linked forever to one over whose
life a cloud of suspicion hung. Her love
was an inspiration, an incentive; under
its influeni-e 1 hoped to accomplish re
sults which even the vast resources of
the bank had failed in.
To devote nil my thought, all the
energy I possessed, to this one end was
now my purpose. That small myste
rious events were nrising with their at
tendant irritations, threatening to di
vide tho resources of my mind nnd
body which I desired concentrated to
one end, filled 1110 with impatience.
Then, too, the certainty that Horace
Jackson seemed to feel that Florence
would be compelled to fulfill her prom
ise, weighed heavily upon me. Why
had Jackson changed his opinion re
garding my innocence? What devel
opments hod arisen which would throw
new light on tho ease, and make an In
nocent Ulan boar the consequences" of n
crime he knew nothing of?
Just before retiring it occurred tome
that the lights of Mr. Morley's house
might be seen from the tittle window.
It seemed as though slcup would be
sweeter after a glimpse of those lights,
some of which were casting radiance
over Florence's loved form.
I left my room and quietly ascended
tho stairs. Arrived at the attic, I
grouped my way to the small window
through which 1 had gazed that morn
ing. 1 stood for a few minutes con
templating the lights of theMorley res
idence on the hill opposite.
A brisk breeze was piping down the
valley. Through cracks and crevices
it crept into the old attic with soft wail
ing and moaning. There was homesick
ness in the mournful tones, and a sad
ness, as though the spirits of the de
parted were sighing for a return to old
familiar scenes.
What was there about my old place
that produced such n depressing effect
upon my spirits?
The happiest momentB of life have a
slight shadow to them, as though to
warn us that all joy is ileetlng. 'Per
haps it was only this shadow which
caused the uudeflnable feeling of in
security. Hut there was a quality, also,
which breathed of events to come- of
dire import. I seemed like the mariiicr
on a dark sea, conscious of breakers
ahead, and knowing not which way to
steer. Even my dreams in the restless
slumber of the past night seemed pre
monitions. That vague forebodings should comu
when my mind was filled with thoughts
of the beloved one who had given me
her heart, was most strange. I could
not shake oil the depression. The dark
ness of the attic deepened it.
1 was about to retrace my steps to
(he stairway, when sounds renched my
car which caused me to pause and listen
a series of raps, alternating with a
rasping noise, but so feeble and indis
tinct that 1 was unable to form nn opin
ion of the cause. All I could determine
was tlin.lt they seemed to conic from
above.
A loose shingle or piece of timber,
rattling in the wind, would have mode
a dull, heavy sound, while the gentle
raps I heard had n clear, mellow ring,
like Hint produced by the vibrations of
a tuning fork.
After lighting nil the matches 1 had
with me nnd making as thorough an
examination of the roof as the brief
flickering lights would allow, I groped
toward the stairs.
Frobably half the distance to the
landing was passed when upon my ear
fell the voice, the unearthly voice, the
weird tones of which f hod first heard
in my room downstairs.
It could not possibly be heard up in
tho attic, when speaking in my cham
ber. So then it must have the faculty
of being able to change from one apart
ment to another just as the whim seized
it.
Like tho voice which had sounded
downstairs, the tones were intermit
tent; in the present instance they al
ternated with the rappings.
After standing motionless, with hear
ing strained to the utmost, I noticed
that at no time did the voice and the
clippings sound togethec.
The few detached words I distin
guished hnd no possible reference to
myself; nevectheless the voice seemed
to follow me. I was unwilling to at
tribute the sounds to supernatural
causes, for T was not a believer in the
supernatural. It might bo that the par
ties who had walled up the cellar found
some of their plans, whntever they
may have been, upset by my advent,
nnd had taken this way to frighten me
and cause my departure.
On second thought the idea did not
appear tenable. For if the purpose was
to frighten me, a fiercer and more ter
rifying demonstration would be used.
Was there only one voice which In
some way sounded both in my room and
in the attic, or were there various voices
all over the place, each independent of
the other?
T hastened downstairs, but when I
reached my room no sound's were heard
there.
While in my bedroom, I hnd nowny
of knowimr if the voice in the attic was
still sounding.
The remainder of the evening I spent
in rushing from my room to tho attic
and bad: again, and quietly stealing
through the vacant rooms, in the hope
of laying hold of some explanation of
the strange voice. did hear it again
in the attic, but there was no sound in
my room, though I had immediately
hastened then.
Finally I gave up the quest for the
time, nnd, thoroughly fatigued, un
dressed and went to lied.
My head had hardly touched the pil
low when the report of a pistol reached
my ear. The sound was iniifTled, as
though coming from a distant apart
ment. Indeed, it seemed to come from
underneath, as had tho sound of the
slamming door; but yet not directly be
neath; it would undoubtedly hnve
sounded much plainer had the shoot
ing taken place in the walled-up collar
below my room.
There was no answering shot, and no
more unaccountable noises, though I
hearkened intently.
All through the night I Iny vainly
trying to find repose, but sleep would
not come. T wns resolved to leave no
stone unturned to unravel these mys
teries. For the events, trivial as thoy
seemed and as they probably would
prove' when plnincd, were certainly
initatlifi', and threatened wholly to de
stroy the rest (tti peace I had expected
to find in Nelsoitrllle.
It was exasperating that, besides be
ing burdened with rt luadof guilt which
rightfully belonged on other shoulders,
1 should also be subjected to petty an
noyances which promised to make my
stay In Nclsonvlllc anything but peace
ful. True, I was my own master. I
could leave the old house on the mor
row. Hut to be utterly routed and
driven from the field by a few harmless
though inexplicable happenings was
contrary to my nature. Then, too.
Florence; how could I leave the place,
now that I had found my love abiding
here?
When the first rosy tints of dawn
showed in the east, slumber closed my
wVary eyes.
As on the previous morning, Mrs.
Snyder was compelled to arouse me for
breakfast. On the present occasion she
announced rather testily that themorn
Jng meal had been waiting for over an
hour.
I could not resist the desire to begin
investigations iinmediateh, and there
fore after hastily dressing I walked all
around the house, keeping at such dis
tance from it that every part of the
roof could be seen.
There was a line of wire running
along the side of the road, which, as 1
afterward ascertained, belonged to a
telephone circuit embracing half a
dozen towns and villages in tho vicin
ity. Tills wire crossed the roof of the
house, but was not fastened to it in any
way, swinging at least three feet clear
of the ridge-pole. Within a few inches
of the wire wuh a section of lightning
rod. The air was still, and the wire
hung motionless. On the previous
night a strong breeze had been blow
ing as I remembered from the mourn
ful cadences it produced up in the attic.
Hero was one mystery which could be
very reasonably explained. The wind
had swung the wire, causing it to strike
against the perpendicular portion of
the lightning rod, thereby causing the
series of gentle vibratory raps I had
heard.
Satisfied that the other mysterious
events would also give up their secrets
upon investigation, I went to break
fast. Mrs. Snyder was not nearly so
talkative as during former meals. In
deed, she appeared rather glum. The
reason of the old widow's taciturn man
ner was soon explained.
After pouring my coffee, she watched
1110 in silence for some Itmc. Hut si
lenee wns not the widow's forte, nnd, as
I was busy with my own speculations,
she was compelled to begin.
"I guess you ton't like my cookin',"
he said.
"Indeed 1 do; the proof Ilea in the
quantity I find room for. You are an
excellent cook."
The old woman's face relaxed some
what under my praise.
"Veil, bud you ton't come rite avay
when id is retty," she continued, "nnd
I touglit maybe you not like do cook
in'." "I beg your pardon, Mrs. Snydur. I
did overvJcep. I'll be more punctual
in future."
"So you sehleep ofer yourself? Vhat
for?" she inquired.
"Oh, I was up rather Into tho even
ing before," I remarked, indifferently,
for I knew questions relating to the
strange tilings which had come under
her observation were trembling on her
lips.
"You remember our discovery of tho
wallcd-up cellar?" I continued, Mr.
Sonntag's suggestion regarding the
wisdom of secrecy coming to mind.
She nodded, and her old eyes bright
ened expectantly.
"Jt is advisable to keep the matter 11
secret," I continued. "You hnve not
mentioned it to anyone, hnve you?"
"Ach, no."
"Then please do not, for the present."
She promised compliance witli m3' re
quest. As the cellar was the next mystery I
determined to turn my attention to, I
went home immediately after finishing
my breakfast, harnessed the horse in
the buggy, and drove oil' townrd Snrnh's
house.
If 1 had the necessary tools it would
not bo a difficult matter to cut the floor
of my bedroom.
TO 1113 CONTINUnp.I
Their Opinion of I'.ncli Oilier.
What Emerson and Ruskin thought
of each other comes out in their letters:
Ruskin wrote: "Emerson came to my
rooms a day or two ago. I found hi
mind a total blank on matters of art,
and hail a fcarlul sen.se of the whole
being of him as a gentle cloud intangi
ble." Emerson said: "f had seen Rus
kin nt Oxford, and hnd been charmed
by his manner in the lecture-room, but
in talking with him at his room I found
myself wholly out of sympathy with
Raskin's views of life nnd the world. I
wonder such a genius can be possessed
by .so black 11 devil. I cannot but pardon
him for a despondency so deep. It is
detestable in a man of such powers, in
a poet, a seer such ius he has been. Chil
dren nre right with their everlasting
hope. Timon is always inevitably
w rong." Detroit Free Press.
Every man can tell about some ex
perience lie had on the train. Washing
ton Democrat.
Some husbands are so indulgent
thn they enn never come home sober.
I Chicago News.
OUlt Fu'tST DEFEAT.
m
Ensign Bngley and Four c'oripan
ions Killed at Cardenas.
Tnrni'ilo limit Wlnnltnr Itttcclvon tltu Ter
rific Kirn or mi Kntlrn Itiittory ThoHlilp
(''utility Olnitlilril l'urtlculnrit
of thn (tuttle.
Kky Wkht, Flu., May VA. America's
first dead fell Wednesday in ti ilorco
and bloody combat oil' Cardenas, on
the north coast of Cuba. Flvo men
wore, blown to pieces and flvo wore
wounded on tho torpedo boat Wlnslow.
Tho dead are: Worth Htigley, ensign;
John Varveres, oiler; John Doncfconud
John Meek, both first-class firemen,
nnd Josinh Tuiincll, colored, cabin
cook. Tho wounded are: R. E. Cox,
gunner's umto; D. MoKoown, quarter
niiistor; J. Patterson, fireman; F. Gray,
and Lieut. J. 11. Horiiardou. Tho but
tle lasted !I5 minutes. It was between
the torpedo bout Wlnslow, the auxil
iary tug Hudson and tho gunboat
Wilmington cm 0110 side, and tho Car
denas batteries and four Spanish gun
boats on the other. Tho Wlnslow was
the main target of the enoniy and was
put out of service. Tho other Ameri
can vessels woro not damaged, except
that tho Hudson's two ventilators woro
slightly scratched by Hying shrapnel.
Tho enemy's loss is largely conjec
tural. One of tholr gunboats caught
lire, and the men of tho Hudson think
it stink. The Humus spread to tho bar
racks and swept away several small
warehouses, and for a time tho whole
wutor front scorned to bo ablaze. Tho
Hudson's crow also believe that two
Spanish torpedo boat destroyers woro
disabled, but thoy admit that thoir
estimato of the damage is largely
guesswork, as the notion was too
sharp for outside observations to bo
made.
Tho Winslow was within U,B00 yards
of hlioru when the shells struck her.
How she ciinio to bo so oloo was told
by her commander, Llout. John Her
nardou. ho said: "Wo woro making
observations when tho onomy opened
ilro on us. Tho Wilmington ordered
us to go in mid attack tho gunboats.
Wo wont in under full steam, and
there's tho result." Ho was on tho
Hudson when ho htiitl this and with
tho final words lie pointed to a huddlo
of American Hugs on tho dock near
l)3f. Under tho stars and stripes woro
outlined llvo rigid forms.
During tho battle a four-inch shell
struck the Winslow on tho starboard
bourn, knocking her forward boiler
and starboard engine and crippling
hor steering gear, but no 0110 was In
jured. Lieut. Horiiardou did not stop
for an examination. Ho know his boat
wns uncontrollable. Tho Hudson was
in, short distance away, still pounding
away with hor guns. Shu was hailed
and asked to tuko tho Wlnslow in tow.
A group of sailors on the Hudson was
making' rotuh to hotivo a lino to tho
Winslow and Ensign Hagley and his
four 111011 stood on tho port sldo of ho
latter vessel waiting to receive it.
Thoro w'us a inoniontniy doluy in heav
ing tho tow lino and Ensign Itugloy
suggested that the Hudson's men hur
r3. "Hcuvo hor," ho called. "Lot her
come; it's getting protty warm hero."
Tho lino was thrown and grabbed by
tho Wlnslow's men. Almost at tho
sumo instant another four-inch shell
shrieked through tho smoko and burst
directly under thoin. Five bodies wont
whirling throifgh the air. Two of tho
group woro dead when thoy fell En
sign Hagley and Fireman Dunefuo.
The 3'ouiig ensign was lltorully (lis
ombowlod and tho entire lower por
tion of the fireman's bod3' was torn
away. The other tliroo died within u
few minutes. A Hying piece of
shrapnel struck Lieut. Horiiardou in
tho thigh cutting an ugh gash, but ho
did not know it then. With the ox
plosion of the shell tho hawser parted
and tho Wlnslow's holm wont hard to
tho sturboard, and witli hor stueriug
gear smashed the torpedo bout lloun
derod about In tho wutor at the mercy
of tho enemy's llro which never re
laxed. Tho Hudson quiukly threw an
other lino to tho Wlnslow, and tho
huploss torpedo bout was made fust
and pulled out of thoSpuniurd's ruugo.
The tug then pulled her to Picdras
bay, a little island Vi miles oil, near
which tho Muohias 1113'. Thoro she
was anchored for temporary repairs,
while tho Hudson brought hor gliastly
curgo into Key West witli Dr. Rich
urds, of the Muchius, uttondiug tho
wounded.
Itelgn of Ainiriiliy at IIiiviiiiii.
Tami'A, Fla., May 1!!. A note re
ceived by Gen. Shnftor at Tampa from
u scout now in Havana sti3's:
The volunteers lmvo tho city and are plun
dering every 0110 thoy inny fancy has some
thing worth stealing. Uvea Spaniards nru
sick of this rule of anarchy anil are praying
that tho troops of tho United States amy I alto
possession speedily. Oen. lllunco is helpless
und his llfo is in (lunger. TI10 soldiers liavo
not been paid for eight months and un awful
revolt Is threatened. Nightly from church
towers all see tho camp llros of Oen. Alejandro
Rodriguez's troops, a mile or two from tuo
walls of Iluvima.
IM1111 Whitney T.fiiviiH Her IIiihIoiimI.
Ciiim.icotiik, Mo., M113' 1!!. Mrs. J.
H. Lane, formerh Edna Whitney, who
became widely known us thu "Queen
of Labor" by reason of hor carnival
experience, is again a shador in u
clgnr factory. Slio is now at Gallatin.
The queen married J. H. Lane, a drug
gist of Stuttgart, Ark., about tliroo
months ago and returned here thrca
weeks ago. They could not ugreo.
