'cnAPTER XIV.-fCovnsT7r.ro
" 'But I ruined all your happiness! O
Regina! my wife! It has been this ac
cursed pride that has wrought it all! If
we but had our lives to live over again!”
‘“Hush!’ she said softly. ‘Eet it be
as dod wills! He knows best. And
there is a hereafter where all these
broken golden threads can be taken up^
and Joined again together. In that we
ling our compensation.’
‘‘She remained with him until he
died.. Two days of watching passed,
and one morning ho quietly breathed
his last in her arms. We took his re
mains home to Auvergne, and there we
buried him beneath a tree that he had
planted on the day of his marriage.
"Op an examination of my father's
affairi, it was found that he had left
his whole vast possessions, without re
eerve, to his wife; and counselled me as
the son and heir prospective, to make
every exertion to discover my lost sis
ter.
‘‘My .mother survived him, only about
■ix months; sho had been falling gradu
ally. but we did not think her In any
mthediato danger. One day she called
us to Jier and mado me promise that
when the was dead I would dispose of
the estate In France, and go home to
my‘grandfather In England. And thou,
having seen Genie provided with a suit
able home, she desired me to cross the
Atlantic, and ascertain if possslble the
fate of my sister Evangeline. I prom
ised her faithfully to attend to her re
quests!; and then 1 left her—-she wanted
to sleep, she said. When we returned
to«her room she was sleeping the sleep
eternal!”
•t. Cyril bowed his face In his hands
for a moment, then mastering his emo—
tlon, continued
■jl had little to guide me In my search,
big I determined to undertake It at
once. ' I disposed of my estates In
France, and took my sister to England.
We lyere greeted warmly by our grand
father, who had sincerely repented UIs
cruelty towards my mother, and after
remaining with him a few months, I
made arrangements to come to this
country. Genie insisted on accompany
ing me. We could not persuade her to
stay behind. We took passage in the
Alsamo, and ten days out she encoun
tered a gale which made her unsea
worthy, and the captain was about to
return to the nearest port, when we fell
in .with a merchant vessel, hound to
Portlea. The captain of this vessel very
kindly offered to take us on board, and
tho^ of us who were anxious to reach
the*8tates accepted his proposal, my
sletdh and myself being among the unm
ber. ,.I think providence must have di
rected us to the very spot where we
know that our search is ended. Now
that I know the fate of Evangeline, it
only remains for me to discover the vll
lain who abducted her. I would give
half ray life this moment for the privi
lege of putting a pistol shot through his
heart!”
"By what means can you trace him?
how identify him?.” asked Ralph. *
“I have seen him once. I remember
bis face distinctly. It was dark,
Strongly marked, heavily bearded and
lit up by eyes that gleamed like fire.”
Some sudden thought seemed to
■trike Ralph rather forcibly. He
started up and paced the floor with hur
ried strides.
"Was there no peculiarity? Nothing
bf which this man could be distin
guished from all other men with heavy
beards and dark complexions?”
“There was. He had lost the third
and fourth fingers of his right hand.”
Ralph gave a sudden start. St. Cyril
nbticed it
“You have seen him?” he said. “You
know of him! Only give me a clew to
bis biding place, and my life shall be
at your service!”
“1 think I have seen him,” said Ralph*
guardedly, “but I am not sure. Mr. St.
Cyril I thank you for the confidence you
have reposed in me. I will' help you to
bring this man to Justice, if he still
* /“““v ov» uuuiv & nui acc
you again before night.”
The two gentlemen shook hands cor
dially. Ralph bowed to Miss St. Cyril,
and left the house. All of his terrible
dread of the past night came over him
the moment he stepped out into the sun
shine and saw the glitter of the sea. He
shuddered as he passed the little cove
wheyd last night they had embarked in
the boat. He felt like one suddenly be
reft'of all power over his body as he
turned into the path leading to the
, Rock. What should he find there?
Ha# the body of Imogene been tossed
Opsin the shore, or had she made a re
past tor the fishes? Qod help him!
Hlstirow felt as if an iron band bound
It round, the world was dark as night,
his head whirled so that he had to
steady himself by the door knob before
he lifted the latch. g
* He heard voices in the sitting room
WUjj'** a desperate courage he ap
proached the door. He might as well
- face the worst at once. He entered the
room; all was bright and cheerful. His
mother was sowing In her great chair
before the Are. and there silling quietly
b> the south window, with some fancy
knitting in her hand, was Imogeno
Trenhoime!
CHAPTER XV.
•ALPH stood like
one thunderstruck.
He was tempted to
pinch himself to
make sure that he
was not dreaming
“Come in,Ralph,”
said his mother;
"we have been anx
ious about you.
Where did you go
“I—I was called away,” he answered,
I some agitation, looking into the
| pale face of his wife. But she betrayed
| no conscious sign that she knew any
thing—perhaps she did not. He could
not tell. Just then he could not bear to
fto In to listen to his mother’s kindly
gossip. He wanted to be let alone to
codect his scattered faculties.
-4 He started to go up to the library.
On the upper landing he met Helen Ful
ton. She was singing gayly a stanza
from “Cornin’ thro’ the Rye,” but some
thing in her face made Ralph Tren
holme lay a strong ha ml upon her arm.
Miss Heion, where were you last
night?” he asked abruptly.
In the body, at your service, Mr.
Trenlio.me.” dropping him a curtsy.
“Don’t trifle, if you please. Answer
mo truly. Did you save me from the
commission of a crime the remembrance
of which must have embittered my
whole life?”
“I? Fie! Mr. Trenholme! What did
you intend to do? Kiss the scullery
maid? She’s rather good looking, and
her hair would bo auburn if it wasn’t
red.”
“I do not want to jest, Miss Fulton.
I am in earnest.”
"Lord bless us! How solemn the man
looks. Did you ever hear about the
toad?”
* nuuw iu wimi you recer.
"Well, once upon a time, a very good
man, a member of the church, I guess,
became so disturbed In bis mind that
sleep forsook his pillow. He grew pale
and haggard. His anxious wife in
quired the cause, and after a great deal
of hesitation ho luformed her that he
had committed a murder, and buried
his victim under an apple tree in the
garden. The good woman got a couple
of men to dig for the unfortunate re
mains, and after a hard two hours’ work
they turned up the skeleton of a toad.
Now I would respectfully inquire if you
have killed a toad?”
"You are Incorrigible! But you shall
not. evade my question. Were you out
in the boat last night?”
"Don't! You hurt my arm! And
you’ll break my bracelet. And it cost
a heap of money. Yes, I was out in the
boat.”
“Did you go to the Rover’s Reef?"
“I did."
“For what?”
“To see the Rover, of course.”
“Pshaw! Did you see me when I
went there?”
“I did; but unfortunately you were
not the Rover. You are not dark
enough, and you don’t‘wear a mous
tache. Why don’t you?”
“Will you be serious and tell me who
you found on the reef?”
“You are inquisitive, Mr. Trenholme.
If I were speaking to a third person, I
should say you were Impertinent. Can’t
I go to meet my true love all by the
shining sea without giving an account
of it to you?”
“Who did you find there?”
“t found Mrs. Imogens Trenholme
and a man black as Othello, Moor of
Venice. Only I did not know that the
Moor had cut oft two of his fingers.”
“How came you to go to the reef?”
“I saw that my lady and her gallant
had lost their boat, and thought it al
most too cold a night for salt sea bath
ing.”
“And you took them off?”
“I did. And they offered me untold
gold if I would keep it a secret. I told
them I’d never tell of it unless I
changed my mind. But I’m in a great
habit of changing my mind. I’ve done
it several times in my life.”
. “I should think so. Well, Helen Ful
Buuieuiiug HDout~me that
no one else knows; you can keep it to
yourself or not, as'you choose. I will,
tell you something more. That man has
ruined my peace; he has destroyed my
confidence in my wife. A terrible
temptation \o leave them there to per
ish beset me last night, and but for you
I should have been a murderer. You
do not know how deeply grateful I am
for my salvation!”
‘‘Thank you. And if you will allow
me to offer you a bit of advice, keep
quiet on this matter; the boat drifted
away from the reef, you know."
But this man—this Moor, as you call
him—what became of him?”
1 “Ah! You want a lltttle more ven
geance, do you?”
“I want to know whither he went?”
“He went in the direction of Portlea.
I know no more. Don’t tease me fur
ther. I must dress for dinner.” And
she danced away.
Ralph went to his room, and sinking
on his knees he thanked Pod from a
full heart that he had been saved from
this terrible sin. By and by he re
turned to the parlor, and sitting down
beside his mother lie told her the storj
of the St. Cyrils. Mrs. Trenholme lis
tened with interest, and was delightec
when he had closed.
“Then Marina was of noble birth!’
she cried, delightedly; “and it was nc
mesalliance for you to love her, Ralph
Poor child! We must have her brothei
and sister up here at once."
“Just my own thought, mother,” then
turning to Imogone, “Have you any ob
jection to offer?”
“None,” she answered coldly; “Mr.
Trenholme’s friends will always be wel
come at this house.” .
So after dinner the Trenholme car
riage and Ralph went down to the Reef
House and brought up Mr. and Miss St.
Cyril. They met with a cordial wel
come from Mrs. Trenholme and Agnes.
But when Imogene was brought face to
face with Genevieve, the agitation of
the haughty woman was something al
i most appaling to witness. She turned
white as marble, her eyes glowed with
feverish fire. But in a moment she re
covered herself and bade Miss St. Cyril
welcome with a grace that few could
equal.
* • * •
Time passed. Still the St. Cyrils lin
gered at the Rock. They were pleased
with America, and Ralph would not lis
ten to them when they spoke of going
away. His mother was delighted with
the brother and sister; It was very
p.easant to have such distinguished
persons for guests. It gratified the
pride of the good lady.
Before a fortnight had elapsed Guy
St. Cyril was in love with Helen Ful
ton. And such a life as the gay girl led
him! His tenderest speeches she
laughed at; his flowers she made into
wreaths to deck Quito, and when he
asked her to walk or ride she said she
must stay at home and finish a pair of
stockings she was knitting for her papa.
But one day, by some stratagem, he
beguiled her out to ride. They had not
gone a mile from the Rock before she
challenged to a race. She rode Agnes’
horse Jove, and Guy was mounted on
a stout hut by no means agile beast
that he had taken at random from the
stables.
The road was smooth and a little de
scending. Helen gave the word, and off
they started. She did not put Jove up
to his best pace, for she wanted to bo
near enough to witness Guy’s discom
fiture when he should discover that his
horse was not built for speed. They
swept down the hill at an easy canter,
down to where the highway was crossed
by a brook that was spanned by a stone
bridge. Helen was looking back laugh
1I1B Hi me sorry ngitre uny cut with his
heavy going horse, and did not perceive
that the late rains had torn the bridge
away, until she was on the very brink
ot the gorge. It was too late to wheel
her horse; she gave him the bridle,
closed her eyes, and he leaped the
chasm. Guy came up on the other side
and hesitated. Helen felt reckless.
“Ha!” she called out to him, “so you
are afraid! There is a ford a few rods
above, where you can come through and
not get drowned. The water isn’t more
than two Inches deep. I’.’l warrant you
that!”
Her tone stung him. He knew the
Inferiority of his horse, but he could
not endure to be dared thus by a
woman. He struck his beast a sharp
blow. The animal reared and plunged
aver. The water was deep and the cur
rent rapid, but the horse was strong
and reached the opposite shore, but not
before he had cast his rider headlong
upon the rocks in the bed of the brook.
Helen looked back pale and startled.
Her heart felt cold. She turned Jove
and plunged into the water. Guy had
been partially stunned by the fall, but
Lhe coldness of the water had brought
uim to consciousness. She reached out
lier hand to him.
“Come.” she said; “let me hefp you
lot of this. I suppose they will all say
1 got you in.’*
“Do you want to help me, Helen?^
;to BE CONTINUED.)
Identified by His Halo.
Signor Luigi Arditi, the famous con
ductor of opera, and the composer or
much delightful music, is entering the
Iftieth year of his public career, and on
ts completion will publish his r'emin
scences. The conductor of an operatic
irchestra soon learns more about great
singers than they themselves could tell
lim. He knows their moods, can un
lcrstand their temperament, and is
irobably the only person to accurately
?auge the limitations of their art.
Hence Signor Arditi’s book will throw
i new and interesting light on many
favorites of the operatic stage. To all
>pera goers the halo surrounding Sig
nor Arditi’s head is familiar, and the
maestro tells a good story about it, at
bis own expense. It was in the days
when the Mapleson opera company,
from Her Majesty’s, was in America,
»nd at one or the towns Ardltl went to
:ash an open check payable to himself
■ind made out by the Impresario. He.
reached the bank and presented the
paper to the cashier, who looked first
tt the check, then at him, and said, “I
must have some proof of identity. This
is an open check; you may be Mr. Ar
fliti or you may not.’* This was awk
ward, for the musician had no card or
papers with him, whereby to set the
question of Identity at rest, and he did
not want to have a journey back to his
hotel. At last a bright idea struck him.
“Do you ever go to opera?” he asked
the cashier. “Yes, I have been several
times,” replied the cashier. “Then,”
cried the musician, turning round sud
denly and lifting his hat, "do you mean
to tell me you don’t know Ardlti?” The
familiar back-view at once convinced
the cashier, and, with many apologies,'
the money was paid.—From the Sketch,
A boa constrictor in Indianapolis has
diphtheria. Think of the amount of
throat his snakeship has to gargle.—
Chicago News.
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FIGURES NEVER LIE.
' PLAIN INDICTMENT OF CLEVE
j LAND'S ADMINISTRATION.
i —
! Oar Export Trade "Coins to the Dogs**
Will Any Sensible Man Vote the
Democratic Ticket This Year?—We
Think Not.
How those fellows who paraded for
Grover Cleveland in 1892 are gathering
in their reward is a sight to contem
plate. Imagine them rushing early to
office, staying late to count up their in
creased orders, employing more hands,
paying more wages, lending out money
and not borrowing it, noting with sat
isfaction the daily growing credit bal
ance In their ledgers. These are some
of the thoughts that must have flitted
through their minds as the Broadway
squad rode past Grover for review. The
foreign commerce of New York had
been growing larger, and larger year
by year. But it was not enough. The
importers had visions of capturing the
markets of the world. A petty annual
increase of twenty-five, fifty or eighty
millions of dollars in our foreign com
merce was a bagatelle. A gain of more
i than $200,000,000 in five years was too
317,360, against $8,163,267 last year and
$14,758,263 In 1894. Failures this week
have been 404 in the United States,
against 354 last year.
The Free Trader’s Fabrication*.
We no longer hear the free-trader
glibly asserting that the importation of
European manufactures will benefit the
American farmer by increasing the de
mand for his products, and thus rais
ing the price of them. Nor do we hear
him assuring the American workman
that the decrease of his wages will be
more than compensated by the cheap
ness of what his wages purchase. Nor
do we hear him telling the American
manufacturer that what he loses In
the home market will be made up for
by opening “the markets of the world.”
All these fictions have crumbled under
touch of the harsh finger of experience,
—Chicago Inter-Ocean.
The Price of Lambs.
As evidence of the threatened ex
tinction of the sheep Industry, I have
but to call your attention to the fact
that In the world’s greatest live stock
market, Chicago, this season there has
been such a deluge of lambs that the
price declined 50 per cent, in less than
ninety days, and lambs sold at a price
less per hundred pounds than sheep,
something never before known in the
history of that market.—Hon. J. W.
Babcock, M. C., of Wisconsin.
Democratic Reciprocity.
The democrats were forever prating
about the sham reciprocity of the Mc
Kinley bill. “Just wait till we pass a
tariff bill, and we’ll show you what real
reciprocity is,’’ they said. They have
demonstrated what real democratic rec
iprocity is. It consists in closing
markets that were upon to American
products so tight that a sheet of paper
cannot slip through them. The abro
gation of the reciprocity treaties by the
CAPTURING OUR MARKETS. .
r Gloves modem Foreign Countries and Iftokted m ik
iTnportqf /89*y
-AM/2,597!)
United States
dunng the two fiscalj^ears
ending June 30
__ 189'fund 1895
-'2 million.;'
:: V Ool I ar Si'j:‘;
iDoltors.'.:.;;..';'
rjSTfliilior?/;:
;.::';Po!lars.v'
Import of 1895
Gorman Tariff
* 6.463.872^
;:^j)pllOrSv>'::
' ‘ VmiiVion" .
Dolf.ars;.vs'
insignificant. They wanted more. Note
what they got. Study each year’s in
crease in foreign commerce from 1886
to 1S92 inclusive. Then note each year’s
decrease in foreign commerce for 1893
to 1895 inclusive;
1895.
3894.
1893.
1892.
1891.
1890.
1889.
1888.
1887.
PORT OF NEW YORK.
Total foreign
commerce. Increase.
....$ 934,290,314 $.
901,318,391
1,034,3®, 404
1.0G1,220,878
999,892,635
913,665.600
876,808,119
862:165,691
832,447,728
61,328,243
86,227,035
36,857,490
24,642,411
19,717,963
29,912,713
28,732,250
Decrease.
$27,028,077
73,047,013
-174
1886 . 802,535,015
It was unkind of Secretary Wilson of
the Chamber of Commerce to prepare
such an exhibit as this and give it to
the papers. But he was not responsible
for the results. The free-trade parad
ers must study that point for them
selves. They really wanted too much.
They wanted Grover and they wanted
to capture the markets of the world.
They got Grover. They got left on the
markets. Was the parade worth it?
Cnngrefi'iman Gamble’s Facta.
For thirteen years succeeding July 1,
1879, the total withdrawal of gold from
the treasury only amounted to $43,310,
896, while the country was enjoying the
security and confidence of Republican
administrations, and under its legisla
tion undisturbed by the prospect of a
reversal of its tariff legislation by the
Democratic party. But from July 1,
1892, up to December 1, 1S95, the with
drawals of gold amounted to upward of
$360,000,000, and of this vast sum over
$305,000,000 during that time was ex
ported—found lodgment in 'foreign
countries. It can thus be understood
that the demand for gold is not
from the American people, but it is
necessary to supply the deficiency in
our trade relations consequent upon
tariff agitation by the Democratic
party, commencing with its threat of
the enactment of free-trade in 1892, and
afterward by its legislation upon the
subject.—Hon. Robert J. Gamble, M.
C., of South Dakota.
-The New Year's Record.
(Bradstreet’s, February 1, 1896.)
Business failures throughout the
United States this week, as reported to
Bradstreet’s, show another large in
crease, not only as compared with last
week, but as contrasted with the total
for the fourth week in January, 1895,
1894 and 1S93. The total is 393; last
week it was 341; last year, 312: in 1894,
340; in 1893, 271, and in 1892 it was
279.
(Dun’s Review, February 1, 1896.)
’"Failures in three weeks of January
show liabilities of $17,836,511, against
$10,685,060 last year and $25,811,840 in
1891; in manufacturing $6,661,129 this
year, against $2,479,193 last year and
$9,124,562 in 1894; and in trading $10,
democrats was a crime for which the
democrats must answer to the Amer
ican people. It deprived the country
of millions of dollars of foreign trade,
though the "markets of the world”
were what the democrats pretended to
be after—Daily Telegram, Worcester
Mass.
The Value of Wheat.
On January 1, 1892, the market price
Df wheat was $1.Q5V£ per bushel. Gran
ulated sugar was then worth 4 cents a
sound. A bushel of wheat bought near
ly 26V& pounds of sugar. On January 1.
1S93.
1S8«.
1896, wheat was worth 60 cents and
sugar 5 cents, a bushel of wheat buy
ing less than 14 pounds of sugar. Un
der McKinley Protection the farmer's
bushel of wheat bought over 12 pounds
more sugar than It did this year under
our democratic free-trade tariff.
Tto« Rounds of Revenue.
When manufacturers get revenue,
workers get revenue. When the manu
factures close, and the work is done in
Europe, as under present rules, the
workingman goes hungry and ragged,
it matters not how cheap things aro
in the market. These are bottom facts. |
—Vidette, Valparaiso. Ind. i
A Palm Nccdn Fresli Air.
The air where a palm is kept must
be moistened by the evaporation of
water about the plant, or by the appli
cation of it to its foliage. Fresh a:"
must be admitted to take the place , :
that whose vitality lias been burned
out by too intense heat. The plant
must have a place near the window,
where direct light can exert its bene
ficial effect on the soil. Care must be
taken to give otily enough water to
keep the soil moist, Good drainage
must bo provided also.—Washington
Star.
Antidote, for Carbolic Acid.
There seems to be no restrictions to
the sale or use of carbolic acid, one of
the most powerful and dangerous poi
sons known, and the result is a large
number of casesof accidental poisoning
are reported. Dr. Edmund Carlton
recommends cider vinegar as the best
antidote.—Popular Science News.
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