‘ . 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 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. 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