|J«* Pit! Hl» Beit. l„i'cl0 hail been colled upon in . „f all the deacons and U-d church officers, to pass ntribution basket D ,t half wav down the middle ',i,e wealthiest man in thccon ‘ fast asleep Arizona Pete Id when near him, held the bas ,.r his nose and waited, bft -nore was the only contribu ■tiniched him on the shoulder. Iptl.er snore. Ln lie shook him. aid lesion.” he said, "you cant t cneak out of this (fame. Pun ■l< or I'll throw you out of the is recorded that Mr. Fuddleston at I iHincled up to the extent of S5 for Brst and only time in his religious fr — Chicago Tribune. I'm All Unstrung, remark of many a nervous indivld f lie or she will soon cease to talk that after beelnntns ami persisting In a «, 0( Hostetter's Stomach hitters, (in 2 like It to renew strength and apne Vul Bond digestion. It checks the ln i f malaria, and remedies liver com fci ci.iistipaiion, dyspepsia, rheumatism X;,ln,.y disorder. It Is in every sense a It tiouseiiold remedy. Cleaning Fora. (mine and sealskin are best cleaned I soft flannel. Rub the fur dea fly against the grain, and when it (been thoroughly lifted and reversed, i speak, dip the flannel into com-,. Hour and rub lightly any spots look dark or dirty. Shake the kr well and rub with a clean dry Inel until the flour is all removed, (lo. chinchilla, squirrel and monkey i may be very nicely cleaned with l bran, (leta small quantity of bran hi and heat it in the oven until it is jte warm. Rub stiffly into the fur leave for a few minutes before (king to free it from the bran. Mink be cleaned and freshened with Inn corn meal, and, like the other krt-haired furs, may be done without Loving the lining. Rut the long Ired furs are best ripped apart and fed from stuffing and lining. Those (n may not care to go to the troll ble taking fur garments apart will find bt the simple remedies described will a long way toward making the (kets and capes look clean, even if t ripped apart—Good Housekeeping. I K iuhlk.n, Mgr., ciane scoti, imw liul Hull's Catarrh Cure a valuable remedy. uiuhsts sell it. 75c. ■’renunciation uf "Bicycle. ” The constantly growing bicycle fad 11s attention to the large number of Sts of mispronunciation of the word iicycle.'’ There is a certain class of ople. particularly New York's fash-, jalile set. tvho insist upon giving the " a long sound, as in ’“'cycle,'” for tting that a prefix or suffix often anges the sound of the vowel “y. ” ill others go to the other extreme id give the "y” the sound of “'ee,” tout e best usage makes the “y” short id pronounces the ward “toi-sik-L” ut even among those who give the f'' the short sound there is a disposi on to place the accent an the second iable instead of the first, where it 'longs. When a Word comes into such immon use as "bicycle,” it is'well to arn to pronounce it correctly.—Troy imes. CwVilber» w-r [ JnRIWNATIONAL^PweSR ASS'W || CHAPTER TL A HBRO XN OIL. 0hH was diverted from her conjec tures by a heavy sigh, which resembled a groan, hehind ber. Dolores turned her head quickly, and discovered her grandfather leaning against the door way,, watching her movements in an attitude so rigid and threatening, in a frozen immobility, that she might have believed him stricken with paralysis had he not remained in an upright posture. ‘‘What is the matter, grandpapa?” she cried in alarm. The sound of her voice seemed to loosen the bonds of a spell, the silence imposed by sheer impotent rage on the benumbed faculties of the old man. He moved his right hand feebly and mechanically, his pale features worked, and his pallid lips twisted awry as if by a spasm of pain, re covered the power of speech sufficient ly to articulate in agitated tones— “You—you jade? What are you doing there?” “I was only dusting the portrait, grandpapa,1’ she replied, relieved to notice the change in him. “I will teach yon, idle bussy! to med dle with my house,” continued the old man, a violent nervous tremor pervad ing his frame, while his eyes rolled in their sockets and Hashed ominously. “How often am I to'worn you not to touch my things? You have no right to be here, at all. What are you but a beggar's brat? 3—1—have a mind to drive you off altogether. Go, beg your bread of strangers! You are not wanted •here.” He seized her arm, and left the im print of his claw-like fingers in a bruise on’the-soft .and shrinking flesh. Dolores recoiled, with terrified eyes, and a deep flush of shame and anger mounting to her cheeks. She was be wildered and astonished. The act of cleaning the portrait seemed so slight an offense that-she was amazed at the anger aroused. If she had not fully understood the torrent of reproach which had,gathered in volume on the lips of her grandfather on the former occasion, when she had attempted to bury a broken doll in the garden, his bitter invectives now reached her mind with a keen force of comprehen sion, wounding deeply her heart The excitement and wrath of Jacob Dealtry.did not abate during the en tire, day. The most trifling incident would arouse .a fresh paroxysm of rage, and he would walk away from his granddaughter as if in the fear of such propinquity with the object of his dis pleasure as might lead him to some actof violence. Dolores had trembled and wept at first, troubled by such manifest in justice, .as well as frightened by the .expression.of her grandfather's coun tenance. Gradually her tears were .dried in >the fever of sullen rebellion; .as, in the depths of her soul, the seeth ing .passions, prone to swift action, of her-southern temperament became aroused. The slow hours were torture to her irritated nerves, and each new .attack Of Jacob Deal try, harping ever .on the same chord of his grievances, "I’Ll TKAOH YOU! JDI-E HUSSY.” fanned tike rising flame of resentment in the breast of tbe girl. At length they met at the evening meal. “Yon deserve no supper, ungrateful child, bat eome aleng to the table,” grumbled tbe old man. Dolores paused, erect with flashing eyes and quivering nostrils. “I will noteat your supper, grand papa!” she exelaimed, in a trembling voice “Yon make me hate you! What have I done? I will go back to the convent and take the veil No body wants me anywhere! No! I shall I go to the town and tell all the people | how cruel and wielced you are to your l only grandchild. Then those who i hare children will take pity on me, and eome and mob yon, tearing down 1 our tower stone by stone!” “Eh!” ejaculated her companion, blinking nervously, and turning his head as if he had not heard aright. At tbe same time ha clutched the Pf tbe table, ai if to support j himself, while an expresalon of start led apprehension swept over his feat urea Dolores nodded her head energeti cally, enjoying this unforeseen tri umph. Evidently her chance threat, actuated by childish spite, had intimi dated her relative. “They will mob you,” she eon tinued. “Who?” “Oh, the good, kind people.” “Hush!” - “They will tear the garden all to shreds and destroy everything.” The threat was her defiance of ex hausted patience, of overwrought emotiona The tragic woe of the pictured destruction of the Watch Tower suited her mood. Jacob Deal try uttered an unsteady laugh, and then his voice assumed a whining inflection. “You would not set the populace against me, child? There are always wretches that delight to hound and worry a poor old man. You shall re turn to the convent and become a nun, if you like. We must speak of it later.” Dolores made no response, but sought her own chamber, supperless, with nostril dilated and head thrown back. She was aroused from her first slum bers by hearing her grandfather insert a key in the lock of her door and turn it, thus making of her a prisoner, lie feared she might run away to the town and set the populace against him, then. She fell asleep once more, with a smile on her lips. The following morning Jacob Deal try was mild and ingratiating in man ner. Evidently his anger had spent its force over night. Dolores was sulky and heavy-eyed. At breakfast the old man insinuated that she might return to the convent if she wished to do so. The girl pouted at his alacrity to get rid of her 'companionship. She beheld herself a nun, with a flowing robe and a veil, investing the placid image with all the fervor of a youthful imagination. The next moment fright seized her at the thought of the prison bars of re straint imposed on her wayward humors and impatient spirit by dedi cation to the cloister. “Not yet, grandpapa,” she said, ap pealingly. “Let us wait awhile be fore we decide. Besides,” she added, with soft feminine reproachfulness, “there would be no one to take care of you in case of illness if 1 left you. ” “To take care of me?” repeated the grandfather in shrill accents. “Tut! I need no care or company. Suit your self, girl.” A warm color mounted to the tem ples of Dolores, and sudden tears dimmed her eyes. Her glance strayed to the garden, and then reverted to the picture of the Knight in the entrance hall of their dwelling. “Do not leave us!” the pomegran ate and orange trees seemed to whis per, swaying in the light breeze. “Do not leave us!” sighed the flow ers. each unfolding bud of rose and jessamine wafting their fragrance to her senses. “Depart if you dare, foolish child!” said the Knight of Malta in the pict ure, a threatening shape in the shadow'. “I am not sure that I would like to become a religious recluse,” the full : red lips of the girl murmured, half ruefully. Unconscious of these subtle influ ences at work on the nature of his granddaughter, JaKob Deal try pointed to the picture with the intent of dis paraging its merits. “Rubbish! Mere rubbish as a paint I ing, you understand,” was his con temptuous comment. “I like it,” said the girl slowly. “Give it to me and I will hang it in my room.” “Nonsense!” he retorted, regard ing her with furtive uneasiness. “What put that idea in your head? Do not touch the picture again. I forbid it. Ha! Carry the ICnight away to your room, indeed!” “Crandpapa, do you believe that he built our tower?” “Pooh! No.” “Perhaps he did, you know. He may be pleased to shelter us here, or very angry with us for the intrusion. It is like that with ghosts who have buried treasures, for example. I heard the Sister Scolastica once tell ing-” “How you run on. with your wom an's tongue," interrupted the old man, peevishly. “When 1 said that the picture was poor trash it was between ourselves Some fool may take a fancy to it and pay a good round sum for an ancient portrait of a Knight of Malta, artist and date unknown.” The mobile features of Dolores ae | quired a scornful expression, and she i replied with that mixture of audacity | and timidity which had ever charac terized her intercourse with her aged relative: “Then you wish to cheat some stranger? I would not try to sell the Knight at all in that case, but just leave him hanging there on the wall. ” Jacob Dealtry chuckled, and rubbed his chin. “Your advice is sound, my dear. Perhaps X will leave him,” and he moved away. Dolores sighed, and went to the fountain, where she gazed at her blooming image, reflected in the water, for a long time, What was lite after all? Perhaps “the riddle eC the painful earth" flashed through her being for the first time. As every maiden, in all social conditions, be holds in a swift and dazzling glimpse the vision of fleeting pleasures not to be her portion, and the brave knights riding away two and two, the foun tain's basin may have served as the crystal mirror of the Lady of Slialott to Dolores, giving back, as yet, the blue sky above. To be young was to resemble herself. To be old was to be like grandfather. She shuddered slightly, and turned aside, with a yesture of repulsion. Perhaps it would be Tetter never to grow old. That night the glrldrlfted softly away Co ilreamland. Between shifting shadow snd rippling light, other than that of the moon, she beheld a radiant shape approach her door and pause on the threshold. The accompany ing footstep, which had echoed on her heart and smitten sharply her brain, had been clear and ringing ,with a vibrat ing, musical sound, unlike the dull, shutting movements of gsnnd father around the house at all hours. Woven of the tissue of pure fantasy was her sleeping thought, mingled with the teachings of saintly lives in the convent school. Not the angelic presence of St. Ursula this, but the Knight of Malta, terrible, beauti ful, awe-inspiring, his cross glittering with a phosphorescent ray, and his drawn sword sparkling as the waves of the Mediterranean gleam in break ing on the shores of the island in the midnight hour of summer. Spurning the clogging film of the obscuring years in the portrait, he revealed him self to her in his pristine strength of noble and chivalrous manhood, and the soul of Dolores trembled in her breast. Be seemed to address her in a tongue that reached her senses like the mur mur of a sea shell, or the soughing of the wind through the trees. After that, Jacob Dealtry brought the tiny dog Florio to the delighted Dolores. Her happy and careless tem perament cast off the first somber im pression of the incident. Hhe did not forget the Knight, she even entered into a secret alliance with the picture, unknown to her grandfather. She no longer whispered to the pigeons and the flowers, but questioned the dim portrait and wove histories about the career of the hero; muttered poems, vague, confused, and fleeting as the rainbow spanning a dissolving storm cloud. She artfully led her grand father to converse about the history of the island. Jacob Dealtrv was a well informed man in many respects, and he spoke occasionally, in connection with some relic of stone, pottery, or ^lass discovered by him, of the rule of Count Koger of Sicily, the institution of the Order of St John of Jerusalem, the first crusade. He repeopled that rock of soft sandstone called Tufa, known as Malta, with genera tions of earlier inhabitants, until the coming of the knights to hold the cita gainst the Turk. Tliu little maid at his, elbow listened demurely, and the old man may have experienced some transient sentiment of gratifica tion in the awakening intelligence of his granddaughter. He was ignorant that Dolores, bridging time and space with fancy’s airy bow, linked each glorious deed with the original of the portrait. Nay, she ac tually became the heroine oi thrilling adventures, in which, about to be swept away by an invading host of bold and brutal Corsairs, the Knight Templar rushed to her rescue, and drove off her assailants with prodigious valor. These idle reveries resolved them selves from roseate mirage into a solid conviction in the mind of the girl. The Knight had built their tVatch Tower and protected them in humble poverty, a feeble old man and an ig norant child, within his precincts. He still kept guard about the crumbling beacon at night When the sea was rising, with a monotonous beating on the strand heralding an approaching tempest, Dolores fancied she heard his footstep of a sentinel coming and go ing beyond the boundary wall. To-day, Dolores lost herself in pleas ant dreams, as she worked on the pink dress. “To render it sweet and sacred, the heart must have a little garden of its own, with its umbrage and foun tains and perennial flowers; a careless company!'’ (TO BE CONTINUED.) Lunar Photography. Professor Langley lias been interest ed for a considerable time in the pos sibility of preparing a chart of the moon by photography, which would enable geologists and selenographers to study its surface in their cabinets with all the details before them which astronomers have at their command in the use of the most powerful teles copes. Such a plan would have seemed chimerical a few years ago, and it is still surrounded with difficulties, but it is probable that within a compara tively few years it may be successfully carried out. No definite scale has yet been adopted, but it is desirable that the disk thus presented should ap proximate in size one two-millionth of the lunar diameter, but while photo graphs have been made on this scale none of them show detail which may not be given on a smaller one: A Sad Tima for Actors. 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