‘ . BY CLARA AUGUSTA
IMTC DWATIHM ZM DOF A S I ATinM
I CHAPTER VIH.—fCoNTisuED. 1
‘ Mr. Trevlyn had the diamonds, which
trere the wonder of the city, richly set,
and Margarie was to wear them on her
bridal night, as a special mark pf the
old man's favor. For, next to the dia
monds, the sordid man loved Margie
Harrison.
Linraere’s gift to his bride was very
simple, but, in exquisite taste, Mrs. Wel
don decided. A set of turauolso, with
his initials and hers Interwoven. Only
When they were received, did Margie
come put of her cold composure. She
snapped together the lid of the casket
containing them WJth something very
like angry impatience, and gave the box
to her majd. —
“Take them away, Florlne, Instantly,
sod put them where I shall never see
them again!"
The woman looked surprised, but she
was « discreet piece, and strongly at
tached to her mistress, and she put the
«ma$ents away without comment,
The?tenth of October arrived. A wet,
lowering day, with alternate snatches
of rain and sunshine, settling down to*
warS sunset into a steady, uncomfort*
able drizzle, A dismal enough wed
ding-day.
The ceremony was to take place at
nine o’clock in the evening, and the in
vited guests were numerous. Harrison
Park would accommodate them royally.
Mr. Linmere was expected out from
the city in the six o'clock train, and as
the stopping piace was not more than
live minutes' walk from the Park he
barf ■ lef t orders - that no ear rlage need
he sent. He would walk up. He
thought he should need the stimulus
of the fresh air to eagi^r him through
the fiery ordeal, he said, laughingly, : >
The long day wore slowly away. The
preparations were complete. Mrs. Wel
don, In her violet molre-anttque and
family diamond*, went through the
stately parlors-once more to assure her
self that everything was au fait.
At five o’clock the task ot dressing
the bride " began. The bridesmaids
were in ecstacles over the finery, and
thejt took almost as much pains in
dressing Margie as they would In
dressing themselves for a like occasion.
Margie’s cheeks were aa white as the
robes they put on her. One of the
glrty suggested rouge, but Alexandrlpe
demurred.
"A bride should always be pale,” she
said.,, ”Jt looks so Interesting, and
gives every one the Idea that she real
tees the responsibility she Is taking tip
on> herself—doesn't that veil fall
•weetly?”
And then followed a shower of femi
nine expressions of admlratton from the
foufi)charming bridesmaids.
“^everything ready?” asked Margie,
wearily, Vhen at last they paused In
their i efforts.
“Yes, everything is as perfect as any
one could desire,” said Alexandrine,
“Hiity do you feel, Margie, dear?”
“Very well, thank you.”
"You vve so self-possessed'. * Now I
should he all of a tremble! Dear mo! I
woliUer people can be so cold on theefe
oftpuch a great change! Bat then wo
are; So different: WiB -you'hot take a
glfas of wine, Margie?”
“Thank you, no. 1 do not take wine,
yomknow." - ..
'Ajknow, but on this occasion. Hush!
thaPwaa the whittle of the train. Uf.
Llnmwre will be here In a few minutes!
Bhairi Wlng him up to see you? It la
(!not etiquette for the groom to see the
bride on the day of their marriage, un
til they meet at the altar; but, you look
no charming, dear?’ I would like him
to admire you. He has such exquisite
.taste.” «•—
f, Margie’s uplifted eyes had a half*
frightened lopk, which Alexandrine
^did not understand. < ’
■ “No, no!” rhe said, hurjrtodly, “do not
toring’hlm here! We ^vin follow eti
quette for this time, If you please, Miss
.Lee.” '"!
“O well. just as you please, my dear.”
- “And: now, my friends, be kind
• enough to leave me alone,” said Margie,
/‘I wan flie last hours of my free life
ito myself. I will ring when I desire
your attendance."”* ’
Margie's manner torbade any objec
tion on the part of the attendants, and
' they somewhat reluctantly withdrew.
8he turned the key upon them, and
went to the window. The rain had
ceased falling, but-the air was damp and
.dense. -. •- u •
Her roonf was on ttw. Unit floor, and
■the windows, furnished with balconies,
gopened to the floor. She stood looking
out Into the night for a moment, then
gathered” up her flowing drapery, and
covering herself with a heavy cloak
, oteppelf from the' window. The damj
I earth struck'achill to her dellcatelj
•hod feet, but she did not notice It
‘{ The rant and fog dampened her hair
.^unheeded. She went swiftly down the
2shaded path, the doad ledves of Hie lln
‘ den ini rustling mournfully as ah<
■wejt through them.. Past the girder
; surd Its deserted summer-house, and th<
.1 grapery, where tbe purple fruit wai
lavishing its sweets on the air, ant
' climbing a stile, she stood beside i
group of shading cypress trees, Jus
■ ' before bet was a square enclosure
^ fenced by a hedge of arbor vitae, fron
the midst of which, towering white ant
$ spectral up Into the silent night, rose i
f marble shaft, surmounted by the flgur<
^ of an angel, with drooping bead ant
f folded wlnga.
K Margie passed within the enclosure
- gjtWiumifl gesido. the grave of her par
' ditf” She stood a moment sHent, mo
Woofess; then, forgetful of her '•rids
garment, she flung herself down on thi
turf.
"Oh, my father! my father!” sb
cried, "why did you doom me to such i
fate? Why did you ask me to glvi
that fatal promise? -Oh, look dowi
from heaven and pity your child!”
The wind sighed mournfully ip thi
cypresses, the belated crickets ant
katydids droned in the hedge, bu
no sweet voice of sympathy soothec
Margie’s strained ear. For, wrought uj
as she was, she almost listened to heai
some response from the lips whlct
death had made mute forever.
The village clock struck half-pasl
eight, warning Margie that it was al
most time for the ceremony to take
place. She started up, drew her cloalt
around her, and turned to leave the
place. As she did so, she felt a touch
on her hand—the hand she laid for a
moment on the gate—as she stood giv
ing a last sad look at the mound ol
earth she was leaving; a touch light and
soft as a breath, but which thrilled her
through every nerve.
She turned her head quickly, but saw
nothing. Something like the sound ol
receding footsteps met her ear, nothing
moro, but she was convinced that there
had HfhAn a human nvnannno nnnr hoi>
Where? Her heart beat strangely; hei
blood, a moment before so chilled and
stagnant, leaped through*her veins like
Are. From whence arose the change!
/She reached her chamber without
sheeting any one, and unlocking the
door, rang for her attendants. The
house was in-a strange confusion.
Groups were gathered in the corridors,
whispering together, and some unex
plained trouble seemed to have fallen
upon the whole place.
After a little while, Alexandrine
came in, pale and haggard. Margie
.saw that her white dress was damp,
and her hair uncurled, as if by the
- weather..1' i s i *v
'/“Where have, you been, Alexan
drine?” she asked; “and what Is the
matter?”
The girl turned from white to crim
son.
“I have been in my room,” she re
plied.
“But your clothes are dami>, and youi
hair uncurled.” ,
“The air Is wet, and this great house
is as moist as an ice-shed," returned the
girl, hurriedly. “It is no wonder 11
my hair is uncurled. Margie, the—the
—Mr. Llnmere has not arrived.”
“Not arrived I It must be nine
o’clock.”
As she spoke, the sonorous strokes ol
the clock proclaiming the hour, vi
brated through the house.
“We have been distracted about him
for more than two hours! he should
surely have been here by half-past six!
Mr. Trevlyn has sent messengers ta
the depot, to make inquiries, and the
olBcekeeper thinks Mr. Llnmere ar
rived in the six o'clock train, but is
not quite positive. Mr. Weldon went,
hltnBolf, to-meet the seven-thirty train,
thinking perhaps he mlfht have got
detained, add would come on In the
succeeding train, but he did not ar
rive.- And there are no more trains
to-night I tlh, Margie, isn't it dread
ful?” ^ -
CHAPTER tx\; ^'
- L E X,A‘NDRINE'£
manner pas great
ly flurried1 and ill at
ease, and ‘the hand
she laid on Margie’s
was cold as ice
Margie scrutinized
her curiously, won
•jj.iU dering the while at
her own heartless
apathy.
Something hac
usually cool, selt-posseBsed woman fear
fully. But what it was Margie could
not guess. *
Mr. Trevlyn burst into the room,
pale and exhausted. oiiiAj.r; ■ ,
“It Is no use!” he said, throwing
himself into a chair, “no use to try
to disguise the truth! There will he
no wedding tonight, Margie! The bride
groom has failed to come! The scoun
drel! If I were ten years younger, I
would call him out for this insult!”
Margie laid her hand on his arm, a
strange,' new feeling of vague relief
pervading her. it was as It some great
weight, under .which heir slender
strength had wearied and sank, were
rolled off from her.
“Compose yourself, dear guardian;,
he may have been unavoidably den
talned. Some business—" '
4 “Business on his weeding day! No,
-Margie! there is something wrong
somewhere. He la either playing da
false—confound him!—or he haa met
with some accident! By George! who
knows but he has 'been waylaid and
murdered! The road from here to the
depot, though short, is a lonely one,
with woods on either side! And Mr..
Llnmere carries always about his per-'
son enough valuables, to tempt a dee-"
pc rate character.” ‘
“I beg you not to suppose such a
dreadful thing!” exclaimed Margie^
shuddering; “he will come in the morn
ing, and—”
“But Hayes was positive that he saw
him leave the 6 o'clock train. He de
scribed him accurately, even saying
that he had a bouquet of white camelias
in his hand. Margie, what flowers was
he to bring?”
She shook her head.
“Mrs. Weldon knows. I do not.”
’ Alexandrine spoke.
“White camelias. I heard Mrs. Wel
don ask him to fetch them.”
Mr. Trevlyn started up.
“I will have out the whole house
hold, at once, and search the whole es
tate! For I feel as if some terrible
crime may have been done upon our
very threshold. Margie, dear, take
heart, he may be alive and well!”
He went out to alarm the already
excited guests, and In half an hour the
place was alive with lanterns, carried
by those who sought for the missing
> bridegroom.
Pale and silent, the women gathered
' themselves together in the chamber of
1 the bride, and waited. Margie sat
■ among them in her white robes, mute
1 and motionless as a statue.
"It must be terrible to fall by the
hand of an assassin!” said Mrs. Wel
don, with a shudder. “Good heavens!
what a dreadful thing it would be If
Mr. Llnmere has been murdered!”'
‘‘An assassin! My God!” cried Mar
gie, a terrible thought stealing across
her mind. Who had touched her in
the cypress grove? What hand had
woke in her a thrill that changed her
from ice to fire? What if It were the
hand of her betrothed husband’s mur
derer? • > - >1 ‘ .
Alexandrine started forward at Mar
'&re'g exclamation. Her cheek was white
as marble, her breath came quick and
struggling, —~~
"ajargle! Margie Harrison!” she
cried, *'wiat do you mean?’'
"Nothing,’* answered Margie, recov
ering herself, and relapsing Inter, hpr
usual self-composure.
They searched all that night, and,
found nothing. Absolutely nothing.
With the early train, both Mr. Trevlyn
and Mr. Weldon went to the city. They
hurried to Mr. Llnmere’s room, only to
have their worst fears confirmed. Pie
tro Informed them that his master had
left there on the' 6 o’clock traSh; 'bo
had seed him to the depot, and Into the
car, receiving some orders from * him
relative to his rooms, after he had tak
en his seat.
There cofld be no<longer .any doubt
but that there had been foul play some
i where. The proper authorities were
s notified, and the search began afresh.
Harrison Park and its environs were
thoroughly ransacked; the river • swas
searched, the pond at the foot of the
garden drained, but nothing was discov
ered. There was no clue by, which the:'
fate of the missing . man i could he
guessed at, ever so vaguely.
Every person about the place was ex
amined and cross-examined, but no one
knew .anything, ttnd the night shut
down, and left the matter in mystery.
Pietro, at length, suggested Leo, Mr.
Llnmere’s grayhound. f
“Him no love his master,” said ’the
Italian, ”but him scent keen. It will
do no hurt to try him.”
Accordingly the next , morning1 jpie
tro brought the dog up to the Park.
The animal was sullen, and would, ac
cept attentions from nq one save Mar
gie. to whom he seemed to' take at first
sight. And after she had spoken to
him kindly, and patted his head, he re
fused all persuasions and commands to
leave her. .,, .. /,
Mr. Darby, the detective, whosO ser
vices had been engaged in the affair,
exerted all his powers of entreaty on
the dog, but the animal clung to Margie,
and would not even look in the direc
tion of the almost frantic detective.
“It’s no use, Miss .Harrison,” said.
Darbp, “the cur won't stir an Inch. Top
will have to come with him! Sorty to
ask* ye, butthia thing must be seek
into.”
“Very well, I' will accompany you,”
said Margie, rising, and throwing on
a shawl, she went out with them, fol
lowed by Mrs. Weldon, Alexandrine,
and two,or three other ladles.
Leh 'kept close to , Margie,\ trotting
along beside her, uttering every now
and then a low whine indicative of an
ticipation and pleasure. : ,
(TO BS CONT1XUBD.)
i • LICENSE TO STEAL'. . !i '
Snemu of a loom hwrtr In Proving
HU Client » Kleptomaniac.
“My first case,’.' Bald a well-known at
torney to a San Francisco Call re
porter, “was the defense of a negro
preacher tbr steallng wood from a ray->
road company. A great deal of fuel had
been lost from time to time, so when
the culprit was arrested the company
was so anxious to make an example of
him that It employed special counsel
and prosecuted the case vigorously. The
evidence against the old man was con
vincing. He had been aneaklng around
the woodpile and was arrested while
carrying off a load. - '
“I had subpoenaed about twenty well
known men to testify to the previous
good character of the defendant. When
the prosecution case was closed I put
one on the stand and aBked: :• , f j *,
“ ‘Do you know the defendant’s repu
tation for honesty and Integrity?’
“ ‘Yes,’ was the answer.
“ 'What Is it, good or bad?'
" ‘Bad. He will steal anything he can
get his hands on.” -
“A titter ran through the court-room.
It. Wasn’t the answer I had expected,
but It was too late, so I put on a bold
front and called another.. He testified
as the other witness had. and the pros
ecuting attorney rubbed his hands with
satisfaction. Before I got through with
•my witnesses I proved that my client
was a notorious thief, who had never
been known to neglect ah opportunity
to steal something, no matter how tri
fling it might be. Then I called a
couple of physicians, proved the exist
ence of a mental disorder known as
Kleptomania, read some authorities tt
show that It was a good defense if
proved, and submitted my case. The
old preacher was acquitted and there
after stole with impunity, for he con
sidered his acquittal in the face of the
tacts equivalent to a license to steal.”
A dead level is a hard climb tdft good
many people.
; i /
SRAND OLD PARTY.
LIVINGTRUTHS OF REPUBLICAN
RIGHTEOUSNESS.
The New York Times Liar Confronted
with Fl(nru That Never Lie—Impor
tations of Carpeta Under Two Regimes
Down with Bosses.
McKinley newspapers tell their read
ers that the imports of carpets have
been largely increased-tinder the pres
ent tariff. This is not true. Compare
last year’s total of $1,361,465 with the
‘otal of $1,580.S14 in 1893, under the
McKinley tariff. Why, the annual av
erage for the first three years of that
tariff was $1,413,211, or more than last
year’s total. How McKInleyism has en
couraged the industry of lying!—The
New York Times, Feb. 10, 1896.
The free-trade Ananias of the New
York Times is getting all tangled up
with his carpets and tacks. The facts
won’t indorse his theories. He twists
and turns his figures, but still his car
pet lies won’t keep down. His free
trade tacks won’t stand against good,
strong protection points. The statisti
cal abstract issued by the treasury de
partment gives the quantities and val
ues of our Imports of carpets during the
Cou'r McKinley tariff years, as follows:
IMPORTS OF CARPETS.
Year ending . - •
June 30. Sq. yds. *■ Value.
1891 .658,006 $1,373,162
1892 . 622,982 1.285,657
1893 . 688,364 1.5S0.814
1894......... 421,758 959,526
Protection av’rage 597,778 $1,299,790
else In the world consume. We spend
more money than than any other C3,
000,000 people and we spend more be
cause we have got more to spend; be
cause under our favoring legislation
we pay more for labor than is paid any
where else on the face of the earth.
Just think what a market we have got!
We are 5 per cent of the population of
the world and yet we consume 20 per
cent of all the cotton that is produced
in the wide, wide world, 20 per cent of
all the wool that is produced in the
wide, wide world, 20 per cent of all the
iron and steel that is made in the wide,
wide world, and we consume 50 per cent
of all the tin plate that is made in the
world. And we insist upon it that this
market shall be ours.—Hon. Wm. Mc
Kinley.
Can’t Afford Liquor or Cigars.
The internal revenue receipts of the
Gorman law have been quite as disap
pointing as the customs. It was sup
posed that, with an increase of 20 cents
per gallon in the tax on spirits, there;
would be a very material Increase in the
receipts. Strangely, however, this did
not happen. On the contrary, there was
a falling off in Internal revenue re
ceipts, and this has continued down to
the present time. The internal revenue
collection^ in the first nineteen months
of the new law fell thirty million dol
lars, or more, below those of the first
nineteen months of the McKinley law,
in spite of the fact that there was an
Increase of 20 per cent, in the rate of
taxation upon spirits by the Gorman
law. The Internal revenue receipts in
the last nineteen months of the McKin
ley law were over $260,000,000. So, it
will be seen that the Gorman law in
its first nineteen months fell thirty
millions behind the McKinley law in its
first nineteen months as to internal rev
enue receipts, and that it fell sixty
millions behind the McKinley law in
the closing nineteen months of its his
tory.
Down with the Home .
We do not approve of the encourage
ment given to the Democratic press oy
disgruntled Republican bosses. The
contraption of their views, within the
limits of individual local bossism, is
narrowing their sense of nationalism.
Where bossism has prevailed in states
it will' be relegated ter the rear by the
□lass and Glassware Marketed V ike
United States } during the two Jiscal .gears ending June 30
1894 and |895
, ■ !X- . .
flojlifs
1895
873,558
1,428,684
Free trade incr'se 276,780 > 9128,894
The 1895 figures are lor the calendar
year, this being the only complete
twelve months uhder' free trade In
wool. We leave our readers to Imagine
Ip what direction “the industry of ly
ing” has been encouraged. Again we <
quote:
“But a very large part of the Imports
Classed as carpets Is composed of east
ern hand-made rugs. The value of
real machine-made carpets brought
Into this country is small.*’
We suppose that the Eastern “hand
made rugs,” made possibly by labor
that is even cheaper than the miserably
DvUiaVt Koln dn nnt tnlro frVia nlana
of American carpets, that people buy
both when they need only one, placing
the rugs on top of the carpets, or, per
haps, feed them to moths in the attic.
No matter where the rugs or carpets
come from, each one of them takes the
place of an American product.
Now let us see how “small” is the
proportion of machine-made carpets.
Last year the United Kingdom sent us
556,267 square yards out of a total of
873,558 square yards of carpets import
ed, over 60 per cent of the whole. Other
Ruropean countries sent us 245,696
square yards, leaving only 71,500 square
yards sent here from Japan and other
oountrles in the orient and elsewhere.
As for our exports of carpets, they were
75,000 square yards less under free wool
In 1895 than In 1894.
There used to be some display of
skill and artifice in the mendacious
methods of the New York Times, but
we are sorry to note that it has now
degenerated Into nothing better than a
blundering, don’t-care-a-hang, every
day sort of a liar, so that a ready refer
ence to the official democratic statistics
promptly exposes the fraud. But we
suppose It must lie for a living.
The Best Market.
We consume more In this country
than any 63,000,000 people an) where j
lation. The spoliation of a state may
lave been successful. But the spolia
:lon of the United States by'bosses will
lever be permitted. Naturally there
will be disappointment to some poli
:lcians, but it should not be tempered
with venom and spleen, or by the stim-.
llation of unjust and untruthful fabri
:ation8.
I Yaakefl Doodle Down to Date.
(Air: Yankee Doodle.)
When peace and plenty filled our land.
We kept our pockets mended.
But since we followed Free-TraJe’s
band,
They’re empty and neglected.
1 Refrain.
Loom and anvil, forge and plow
Idle are and rusty.
This is how it happens now, -
Dinner pails are empty. " -'
Bur rent was paid, our clothes were
f good.
We worked from morn till evening;
iVe’re now in debt, and lacking food
Sufficient for our children.
Refrain. a1 ' rfH
ro sum it up, ye prospered when
The elephant was monarch.
But Blnce the donkey has been in.
Depression has been chronic.
Refrain.
—E. W.
A Frss-Trsds Trust.
There Is talk of a combination of
British steel rail makers, with the ob
|ect of maintaining prices and regulat
ing sales.—Ryland’s (Eng.) Iron Trade
Circular.
Can this be true? A “combination”
of manufacturers in a free trade coun
try—and that country England. The
German manufacturers are not to be in
cluded in this British “trust.” It is t«
be exclusively English, you know.
Beraffled Summer Gowns.
Yellow and lavender are a very pret
ty combination when the shades are
carefully chosen. Three very narrow
ruffles edged with lace arc a pretty
skirt trimming for muslin gowns, but
when long lines are especially desir
able trim the seams of a wire-gored
skirt with Valenciennes insertion a
half inch wide and a frill of the nar
row lace set on either edge. The same
bands trimmed the waist and sleeves
and are set in around, or up and down
a close sleeve which has lace-edged
ruffles falling from the shoulder.
Yoke waists are as fashionable as ever,
and one sample dress shown has a poke
of alternate rows of Valenciennes in
sertion and organdie. A lace-edged
frill with a heading to finish it across
the back and front, and puffed sleeves
stripped with the insertion. The bows
of ribbon on the shoulder are a pretty
addition, and fancy ribbons of all sorts
are the crowning glory of all thin
dresses.—New York Sun.
It’s Easy to Offend.
Last week I remarked that a mac
.might not set up in business as a “law
yer, a doctor, a dentist, or even a drug
gist,'* unless legally qualified. The
words “even a druggist” have proved a
bitter pill in many chemists' shops.
One chemist who has written to me
thinks that I am laboring under a
wrong impression as to the training
“the much-abused druggist” has to un
dergo, and incloses me a syllabus of
the subjects of which he is required to
show a sufficient knowledge before be
ing admitted to the high estate of the
registered chemist and druggist, and
becoming endowed with a monopoly of
vending a few poisons. He asks me to
come to the conclusion that he may
claim an equality with, if not prece
dence of a, qualified dentist.—London
Truth.
That
Extreme tired feeling afflicts nearly every*
body at this season. The hostlers cease to
push, the tireless grow weary, the ener
getic become enervated. You know just
what we mean. Some men and women
endeavor temporarily to overcome that
Tired
Feeling by great force of will. But this
is unsafe, as it pulls powerfully upon the
nervous system, which will not long stand
such strain. Too many .people “work on
their nerves,” and the result is seen in un
fortunate wrecks marked “ nervous pros
tration,” in every direction. That tired
Feel
ing is a positive proof of thin, weak, im
pure blood; for, if the blood is rich, red,
vitalized and vigorous, it imparts lifeand
energy to every nerve, organ and tissue
of the body. The necessity of taking
Hood’s Sarsaparilla for that tired feeling
is, therefore, apparent to every one, and
the good it will do you is equally beyond -■
question. Remember that
Hood’s
Sarsaparilla
Is the One True Blood Purifier..AH druggists. 81.
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Hood’s Pills
are easy to' take, easy
to operate. 25 cents.
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of the Age.
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Has discovered in one of our common
pasture weeds a remedy that cures every
kind of Humor, from the worst Scrofula
down to a common Pimple.
He has tried it in over eleven hundred
cases, and never failed except in two cases
(both thunder humor). He has now in his
possession over two hundred certificates
of its value, all within twenty miles of
Boston. Send postal card for book.
' A benefit is always experienced from
the first bottle, and a perfect cure is war
ranted when the right quantity is taken.
* When the lungs are affected it causes
shooting pains, like needles passing
through them: the same with the Liver
or Bowels. This is caused by the ducts
being stopped, and always disappears in a
week after taking it. Read the label.
If the stomach is foul or bilious it will
cause squeamish feelings at first.
No change of diet ever necessary. Eat
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