BY C LARA AUGUSTA
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CHAPTER IL—fCosTiXPED*.
But he had not rightfully calculated
the extent of his father's hatred. He
made himself the evil genius of his dis
obedient son; and, in consequence,
nothing Hubert touched prospered. Mr.
Trevlyn destroyed the confidence ot
his friends in him; he circulated scan
dalous reports of his wife; he made the
public to look with suspicious eyes
uponf the unfortunate pair, and took
the honestly earned bread out of their
very'mouths. Prom bad to worse it
went Bn, until, broken in health and
spiritSf' Hubert made an appeal to his
fathor. It was a cold, wet night, and he
begged for a little food for his wife and
chlld.;»“ They were literally starving!
Beggei\of his own father, and was re
fused -with curses. Not only refused,
but kicked like a dog from the door of
his cSlldhood’s home! There was a fear
ful swra that night, and Hubert did
not come back. All night his young
wlfojsat waiting for him, hushing the
feeble^cries of the weary Infant upon
her breast. With the dawn, she muf
fled herself and child In a shawl and
Wentworth to seek him. Half way from
her fetched home to the palatial man
sion of Mr. Trevlyn she found her hus
band, <atone dead, and shrouded in the
anow-*-the tender, pitiful snow, that
covered him and his wretchedness
from sight.
Arts/ that, people who knew Mr.
Trevtn said that he grew more fret
ful aid disagreeable. His hair was
bleached white as the snow, his hands
shook, and his erect frame was bowed
and bent like that of a very aged man.
His wife, Hubert's mother, pined away
to a mere shadow, and before the lapse
of a year she was a hopeless idiot.
Helen Trevlyn took up the burden of
her yte, refusing to despair because of
her child. It was a very hard struggle
tor her, and she lived on. until, as we
have teen, when Archer was nine years
of age, she died.
When all this was known to Archer
Trevlyn be was almost beside himself
with .passion. If he had possessed
the power, be would have wiped the
Trevlyn rare out of existence.
He shut himself up in his desolate gar
ret wl|h the tell-tale letters and papers
which had belonged to his mother and
there, all alone, he took a fearful oath
of vengeance. The wrongs of his pa
rents should yet be visited upon the
head of the man who had been so cruel
ly unpitying. He did net know what
forni'^is revenge might take, but, so
sure as he lived, it should fall some
CHAPTER III.
IVES years passed.
Archer was four
teen years of age.
He had left the
street sweeping
business some time
before, at the com
mand of Grandma
Rugg, and entered
a third-class res
taurant as an un
- ‘ der waiter. It was
best school in the world for
The people who fre
Garden Rooms, as. they
not the
good morals,
quented the
were called, were mostly of a low
and all the interests and associations
surrounding Arch were bad. But per
haps*he was not one to be 'influenced
very largely by his surroundings. So
the Garden Rooms, it they did not ’
make him better, did not make him'
worse.
In aU these years he had kept the
medftry of Margie Harrison fresh and
greeq, though he had not seen her since
theylay his mother died. The remem
brance ot her beauty and purity kept
hiaLoftentimeB from sin; and when he
tpjt tempted to give utterance to oaths,
f Jug soft eyes seemed to come between
lliqt and temptation.
day he was going across the
to make change tor a customer,
a stylish carriage came dashing
The horses shied at some ob
d the pole of the carriage struck
ATch and knocked him down. The
driver drew in the horses with an im
precation.
Arch picked himself up, and stood re
ooverlng bis cattered senses, leaning
against a lamppost
“Served ye right!” said the coachman
: roughly. "You’d no business to be run
nth! pefront of tolkses’ carriages.”
"Stoli!” said a clear voice inside the
ooach. "What has occurred, Peter.?”
“Only a ragged boy knocked down;:
; but he’s up again all right. Shall I
drive on? You will be late to the con
cert” ■ • >
“Pahall survive it it I am,” said the
voice. "Get down and open the door.
/ t hrust see it the child Is hurt"
* “It’s no child, miss; it is a boy older
. than yourself,” gaid. the man, surlily
obeying the command.
Margie Harrisop. descended Jo the
pavftnent From the.aweet voicedAfhlF
fihd almost expected to see ker. A fluth
. of grateful admiration lit up his face.
Sqe beamed upon him like a star from
’..the depths of the clouds/
'“"Are you hurt?" she asked kindly.
5 ytt was very careless of Peter to let
- -the.carriage strike you. Allow ns to
Ul tale you heme.”
/ "Thank you,” he said. "I am close
to where I work, and I am not hurt It
Is only adding bruise.” :
** Something familiar about him seemed
* to strike her; she looked at him with
. a strangely pussied face, but be gave
P hef AhMtet./ rX 0f5
s$>/ '///C'
“Is there nothing we can do for you?"
she asked at length.
A great presumption almost took his
breath away. He gave It voice on the
moment, afraid if he waited he should
lose the courage.
“If you will give me the cluster of
bluebells In your belt—”
She looked surprised,, hesitated a
moment, then laid them In his hand.
He bowed, and was lost in the crowd.
That night when he got home he
found Mat worse. She had been fail
ing for a long time. She was a large
girl now, with great, preternaturally
bright eyes, and a spot of crimson in
each hollow cheek.
It was more than three months since
she had been able to do anything, and
Grandma Rugg was very harsh and
severe with her In consequence. There
were black and blue places on her
Shoulders now where she had been
beaten, but Arch did hot know It. Mat
never spoke to him about her Buffer
ings, because It distressed him so, and
made him very angry with the old
woman.
He went In and eat down on the straw
beside Mat, and before he knew' it he
was telling ber about Margie Harrison.
He always brought all his Joys and sor
rows to Mat now, just as he used to
carry them to his mother.
The girl listened intently, the spots
on her face growing deeper and wider.
She looked at the bluebells wistfully,
but would not touch them. Arch of
fered her a spray. She shook her head
sadly.
‘'No," she said, "they are not for me.
Keep them, Arch. Some time, I think,
you will be rich and happy, and have
all the flowers and beautiful things you
wish.” »
“If I ever am. Mat, you shall be my
queen, and dress in gold and silver,"
answered the .boy warmly, “and never
do any more heavy work to make your
hands hard.”
“You are very good, Arch," she said.
“1 thank you, but I shall not be there,
you know. I think I am going away
going where 1 shall see my mother, and
your mother, too, Arch, and where all
tjie world will be full of flowers! Then
I shall think of you, Arch, and wish I
could send you some.”
“Mat, dear Mat! don’t talk so strange
ly!" said the boy, clasping her hot
hands in his. “You must not think of
going away! What should I do without
you?”
She smiled, and touched her lips to
his hand, which had stolen under her
head, and lay so near her cheek. ‘
“You would forget me, Arch. I mean
after a time, and I should want you to.
But I love you better than anything else
in all the world. And it is better that
I should die. A great deal better! Last,
night I dreamed it was. Your mother
came and told me so. Do you know how
jealous I have been of that Margie Har
rison? I have watched yon closely. I
have seen you kiss a dead rose that I
knew she gave you. And I longed to see
her so much, that I have waited around
the splendid house where she lives, and
seen her time and again come out to
ride, with her beautiful dresses, and
the white feather in her hat, and the
wild roses on her cheeks. And my
heart'ached with such a hot, bitter pain.
But it’s all ovet now, Arch. I am not
jealbus now, I love her and you—both
of you together. It I do go away, I want
you to think kindly of me, and-and
^-good-night, Arch—dear Arch. I am
so tired." -J ■ h':/7v., iM ■'
> r He garnered ner neaa to me bosom,
and kissed her lips. *
; “Poor little Mat! In the morning, when
Arch oame down, she had Indeed gone
away—drifted out with the tide and
With the silent night
After Mat’s death the home at Grand
ma Rugg’s became Insupportable to
Arch. He could not remain there. The
old woman was crasser than ever, and
though he gave her every penny of his
earnings, she was not satisfied*
So Arch took lodgings In another
part of the city, quite as poor a place,
but there no one had the right to grum
ble at him. Still, because Bhe was some
relation to Mat, he gave Grandma Rugg
full halt of his money, but he never re
mained Inside her doors longer than
necessity demanded.
‘ In his new lodgings he became ac
quainted with a middle-aged man who
represented himself as a retired army
officer. His name was John Sharp—a
sleek, keen-eyed, smooth-tongued In
dividual, who never boasted or blus
tered, but who gave people the Idea
that at some time he had been a per
son of consequence. This man attached
himself particularly to Arch Trevlyn.
With insidious cunning he wormed
’himself into the hoy’s confidence, and
gained, to a certain degree, his friend
Utip. Arch did not trust him. entirely,
though. There was something about
him from which h$ shrank—the touch
of his white, Jeweled hand, made his
flesh creep, like the touch of a ser
pent ■ j- ”
But Mr. Sharp had an object to gain,
and set himself resolutely to work to
cqrry his point. He made himself nec
essary to Arch. He bought him books,
and taught-him in the evenings, when
neither were engaged otherwise. He
had been well educated, and in Arch he
had an apt scholar. Every spare mo
ment of the boy’s life was absorbed in
his books.
By and by Sharp learned the whole
history of th wrongs Inflicted on Arch’s
parents by old Mr. Trevlyn. He snapped
[ at the story as a dog snaps at a bone.
But he was cautious and patient, and
it was a long time before he showed
himself to Arch In his true character.
And then, when he did, the revelation
had been made so much by degrees,
that the boy was hardly shocked to
find that his friend was a housebreaker
and a highway robber.
Long before he had formed a plan
to rob the house of Mr. Trevlyn. It
was a field that promised well. Mr.
Trevlyn, with the idiosyncrasy of age,
had invested most of his fortune In dia
monds, and these he kept in a chamber
in his house. His chief delight con
sisted in gloating over these precious
stones. Night after night he would
sit handling his diamonds, chuckling
over his wealth, and threatening im
aginary plunderers with destruction.
So, his servants said, and Sharp re
peated the story to Arch with sundry
variations and alterations suited to the
case. He had a persuasive tongue, and
it is little wonder that the boy, hating
his grandfather as he did, and resolved
as he was upon revenging his father’s
wrongs, should fall into the snare. He
wanted Mr. Trevlyn to suffer—he did
not care how. If the loss of his dia
monds would be to him a severer blow
than any other, then let. it fall.
Sharp used many specious arguments
to induce Arch to become his accom
plice in robbing the Trevlyn mansion,
but the only one which had any weight
was that he could thus revenge his
father’s wrongs. ■*
“Only assist me, and secure your re
venge,” said the wily schemer, "and
I will share the spoils with you. There
will be enough to enrich us both for
life.”
Arch drew "himself up proudly, a fiery
red on his cheek, a dangerous gleam in
his dark eye.
“I am no thief, sir! I’d scorn to take
a cent from that old man to use for my
benefit! I would not touch his dia
monds if they lay here at my feet. But
if I can make him suffer anything like
as my poor father suffered through him,
then I am ready to turn • robber—yes,
pickpocket, if you will!” he added sav-'
agely. v ■ ;>> v;* if
; Sharp appointed the night. His
plans were craftily laid. Mr. Trevlyn
he had ascertained would'be absent on"
Thursday night; he had taken a little
journey into the country for his health;
and only the servants and his ward
would sleep in the house* ;
' Thursday night was dark and rainy.
At midnight Sharp and Arch stobd be
fore the house they were to plunder.
No thought of shame nor sin entered
Archer Trevlyn’s heart; he did not
seem to think he was about to dis
grace himself for life; he thought only
of Mr. Trevlyn’s dismay when he
should return and find the bulk of his
riches swept away from him at one
blow.
“He took all my father had,” he said,
under his breath; “he would have sul
lied the fair fame of my mother, and
if I could take from him everything but
life, I would do it.”'
Sharp, with a dexterous skill, re
moved the fastenings of a shutter, and
then the window yielded readily to his
touch. He stepped Inside; Arch fol
lowed. All was quiet, save the heavy
ticking of the old clock on the hall
stairs. Up the thickly carpeted stair
way, along the corridor they passed,
and Sharp stopped before a closed door
“We must pass through one room be
fore reaching that where the safe is
which contains the treasure,” he said,
in a whisper. “It is possible that there
may be some one sleeping in that room.
If so, leave them to me, that is all.”
’V~ V* (TO BB COBTiNUBD.) j
AFTER HER QOLDEN LOCKS.
MIm Martha Faanram Hat a Narrow ^
Escape from a Razor.
A razor, a young lady and a cove
tous man vere the cause ot a lot of ex
citement at the Washington house last
night about 7:30 o'clock, says the Ne
braska State Journal. The young
lady was Miss Martha Panzeram. She
was in the kitchen attending to some
domestic duties, when she heard a rap
on the door. She opened it and a man
asked her tor a drink of water. She
turned to get It for him. The minute
her back was turned he made a spring
and grabbed her by her hair, which she
usually wore braided down her back, j
He^made one swift stroke with a razor,
but as she turned partly around he on
ly succeeded In cutting oft a few locks.
She screamed and the man ran out of
the door. As he ran another man, who
had evidently been watching the rear
ot the building, Joined him and together
thiey made their escape.
A report was sent to the Btation at
once and Sergt. Nash wan detailed to
look up the man. He got as good a
description as was obtainable from a
boy who aaw the men from a stable
back of the hotel and from the young
lady. He arrested a young fellow who
gave his name sb William McCarthy.
He had a razor in his clothing, but
nothing else to show that he may have
been the man who was after Miss
Panzeram’s golden locks. The boy
partly identified McCarthy as the as
sailant
Miss Panzeram has a beaiutlful head
of hair remaining. It is golden brown'
in color and reaches to her waist. The
locks which were'severed were found'
outside the door, where - they were
dropped by the man. i ■
The perpetrator of the deed,- if
caught, will have to answer to the
charge of making an assault with in
tend to disfigure. The penalty is Im
prisonment for one year in the peniten
tiary.
hiu Coming In
Treasury officials expect an immense
importation of sugar during the next
four months, which will add largely to
the income of the government. The
present stock of raw sugar is the small*
eat this country has had for years. t
FREE-TRADE IDEAS.
BRITISH THEORIES NQT SUS
TAINED BY CONDITIONS.
If England fa the Wealthiest Nation on
the Globe Free Trade Hie Not Slade
It So—James Gordon Bennett Corn*
ered.
Paradoxical as It may seem to those
Imbued with the false mercantile
theory, there can be no real prosperity
in any nation’s foreign commerce ex
cept tn years when the Imports exceed
in value or productiveness the exports
—1. e., when there Is an “adverse bal
ance of trade” (so called).—New York
Herald. • ,,
Of course this is one of James Gordon
Bennett's attacks upon American labor
and industries. No other newspaper on
earth would publish any such stuff,
much less refer to England, "now the
wealthiest nation on the globe,” in cor
roboration of the “undisputed fact.” .
In the first place England is not “the
wealthiest nation on the globe.” Ac
cording to Mulhall, “the United States
occupies the first place” with £12,824,
000,000 of wealth against only £9,400,
000,000 for the United Kingdom. But
! Bennett, perhaps, knows more than
; Mulhall. He should give to the world
a new dictionary of statistics. Then we
| could “make the country ring with
them.” .
j If Bennett started any such trade
1 theories in England, it Is no wonder
that the life of the London edition of
; the New Yprk Herald was so brief.
amusing. But don't tell us how rich
the British trader is getting when he
Imports more than he exports. At
least don’t do it when he is rejoicing
because his trade is exactly the oppo
site. Wait a little, till he has got over
his early enthusiasm and has stopped
saying that “the entire burden” ol his
lighter imports, "falls uppn the United
States.” England is not cackling and
crowing because she is losing “the
golden eggs” of trade. Not much,
“paradoxical as it may seem.” En
gland is wise. And Bennett’s paper—
well, otherwise.
Senator Thornton for America.
There axe thousands who insist that
the tariff question has been permanent
ly settled; that the Wilson bill will be
permitted to stand; hut the Republican
party has never consented to the set
tlement of any great question until it
has been settled right. The Repub
lican party Will never consent to the
settlement of the tariff question until
every American factory Is reopened;
until every American water wheel is
once more turning; until every Ameri
can spindle is again set to singing the
song of American prosperity; until
every American man can find re-em
ployment at a decent wage; until every
American market product can be sold
In the American market for a decent
price; until every American home is
once more filled with the comforts of
life; until every fire is relighted on the
blackened hearthstones of our people;
until every American woman is once
more decently clad; until the tears of
hunger are wiped from the eyes of
every American child; until the old
tin dinner pail is taken down from the
shelf and proudly borne daily to labor
by every American workingman, in
, whose sturdy hand It remains the
badge of America’s truest nobility.—
Hon. John M. Thurston, U. S. S., of Ne
braska.
j How North Carollnn Feels.
We need a man who, although living
north of Mason and Dixon’s line, com
mands the admiration and respect of
every southern voter, and while living
in a manufacturing state had the cour
f' ■' .
r ChlTlCL,Slone 5G-ni Earthenware -madem
FoTeiqn Counbies
cr.d Tharketed
in the
| United Stales
fecileT* ;. :2million'f nSlfiojf*.v\ <•.,
y. Dollars^-: :V::.^l3ollarv--,v.-.-v;.ODlloTS::V.'-;
on;
Forewarned is forearmed. English
men are not fools, as a race, whatever
else they may be. But they made a fool
of Wilson, Just as surely as Paris is pro
gressing in the same direction with
Bennett.
If an excess of imports makes a coun
try wealthy, why is.it that British pa
pers, especially the London Economist,
are congratulating the English people
because last January's exports from the
United Kingdom were 16 per cent larger
than in January, 1895? Why is that,
in speaking of a decrease in their im
ports of raw cotton, they say that “the
entire burden fell upon the United
States?" > If Bennett's theory was the
correct one—that “the import is really
the goose that lays the golden eggs,"
then England M to be pitied for losing
some of “the golden eggs.” But En
gland pities us, the exporter, saying
that “the entire burden tell upon the
United States." Why? Because wo
sold less.
Again, the British papers refer to the
excellent increase of fl0,345,000 In tlielr
exports to all countries during 1895,
showing that £9,199,000 of the amount
was due to the low democratic tariff
that we now have in the United States.
Over 90 per cent of their enlarged ship
ments were made to this country, and
they are glad of it. They are not clam
oring for more imports. When they de
cline “the entire burden" falls upon the
United States. They don't transact
! business On theory, but on hard pan,
bedrock, pounds, shillings and pence
basis. Were it otherwise, the English
| papers would not say that the United
Kingdom has “at last entered upon a
j period of fresh activity in thide," and
I that “the entire burden" of Its smaller
j imports falls upon the United States.
! Bennett should open a school for eco
nomics. We doubt, though, whether it
' would be as successful as his school for
! scandal. He is anxious to teach the
theories of economics, and says “there
i Bhould be a campaign of education on
' this exceedingly Important matter.”
Qo ahead with the “campaign," It is
age and patriotism to take care of the
interests of the southern people. In
my judgment we should nominate that
man whose name is identified with the
prosperous tim£s of the past and, as a
consequence, has become a household
word and a synonym for prosperity
throughout the length and breadth of
this land. I refer to the Hon. William
McKinley of Ohio. With such a plat
form and with Governor McKinley as
our standard bearer, North Carolina,
Tennessee, Virgina and perhaps other
states are sure to give their electoral
yotes to the republican party. The op
portunity of effectually breaking up the
solid south is now presented to the re
publican party of this nation. Therein
lies the hope of the south.—Hon. Peter
G. Pritchard, C. S. S:, of North'Carolina.
Then and Now.
Cloak manufacturers state that the
McKinley bill has not hurt them a bit.
—N. Y. Herald, September 26, 1892.
But they speak differently about the
WiUon-Gorman compound.
When the vessels now being built
are completed the United States will
have a navy of forty-five vessels, rang
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