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All who are afflicted with the “poster
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Returning a Favor.
The mayoral chair of a northern
town was occupied by a man of great
generosity. Among the applicants
who sought relief from him during his
tenure of office was a well known
Character known as “Talking Tim,”
who assed the loan of a few pounds to
buy a donkey and cart and set up in
rag and bone business.
“Well, Tim,” said the mayor, “if I
give you this money, how are you go
ing to pay me?”
This was a poser for Tim, but a
thought struck him, and he blurted
out:
“Well, yer worship, if ye are kind
enough to give me the money, I’ll tell
you what I’ll do; I’ll name the donkey
after yer worship.—Tid-Bits.
The North American Review for .Tune
opens with a thoroughly suggestive
and practical article by Andrew Carne
gie, entitled “The Ship of State
Adrift.” Dr. Joseph Senner, U. S.
Commissioner of Immigration at Ellis
Island, writes upon the “Immigration
from Italy,” and W. J. H. Traynor,
President of the American Protective
Association, describes the “Policy and
Power of the A. P. A.” The Hon. I. C.
Parker, Judge of the U. S. District
Court for the Western Division of Ar
kansas, discusses forcibly the topic
“How to Arrest the Increase of Homi
cides in America,” while “The Outlook
for Silver” is skillfully portrayed by no
less an authority than Dr. OttoArendt.
Summer Excursions Via. the Wabash K. R.
f St. Louis June 18th to 15tb.
HALF J St. Louis July 2;d.
FARE ) Washington Ju'y 3d to 6th.
(Buffalo July 5th and 6th.
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zine will open with a paper on General
Washington and the period of the Rev
olution, by Woodrow Wilson. Rarely
has a historic personage been made so
real and human as Washington appears
(thanks to the art of this skilful writer)
in camp and on the battle-field no less
than in the Virginia House of Burges
ses or at his Mount Vernon plantation.
Mr. Pyle’s illustration of historic scenes
worthily accompany Professor Wilson’s
admirable studies of colonial life and
polities.
All About Western Farm Lands
The “Corn Belt” is the name of an
illustrated monthly newspaper pub
lished by the Chicago, Burlington &
Quincy R. R. It aims to give informa
tion in an interesting way about the
farm lands of the west Send 25 cents
in postage stamps to the Corn Belt, 20D
Adams St, Chicago, and the paper will
be sent to your address for one year.
Age without cheerfulness is a Lapland
winter without a sun.—Colton.
The railroad journey from New York to
Denver covers l,93U miles.
The cycling schoo.s of London arc so
crowded that the prices of lessons have in
creased.
Gladness Comes
With a better understanding of the
transient nature of the many phys
ical ills, which vanish before proper ef
forts—gentle efforts—pleasant efforts—
rightly directed. There is comfort in
the knowledge, that so many forms of
sickness are not due to any actual dis
ease. but simply to u constipated condi
tion of the system, which the pleasant
family laxative, Syrup of Figs, prompt
ly removes. That Is why it is the only
remedy with mill inns of families, and Is
everywhere esteemed so highly by all
who value good health. Its lienenelal
effects are clue to the fact, that it is the
one remedy which promotes Internal
cleanliness without debilitating the
organs on which it acts. It is therefore
all important, in order to get Its bene
b isl effect-', to note when you pur
cause, that you have llie genuine arti
cle. which is manufactured by the Cali
fornia Fig Hyrnp Co. only and aold by
all rcpntahle druggists.
If In the enjoyment of good health,
anil the system Is rcgulsr. laxatives nr
other remedies an* then not needed. If
afflicted with any actual disease, one
may Is* commended to the most skillful
physicians, bat if In need of a laxative,
one should have the ls>st, and w ith the
wel'-inforuied everywhere. Syrup of
Figs stands highest and la Bust largely
used and gives most general satisfaction.
CHAPTER XIII.—rCoxTisciio
Alexandrine stood a moment in the
ioor, looking at the lovely picture pre
sented by her young hostess. A pang,
vague and unacknowledged, wrung her
heart, and showed itself on her coun
tenance. But she came forward with
expressions of admiration.
“You are perfect, Margie—absolutely
perfect! Poor gentlemen! how I pity
them to-night! How their wretched
hearts will ache!”
Margie laughed.
“Nonsense, Alex, don’t be absurd?
Go and dress yourself. I am going to
the opera, and you must accompany
us.”
“Us—who may that plural pronoun
embody?"
“Myself—and Mr. Trevlyn.”
“Ah! thank you. Mr. Trevlyn may
not care for an addition to his nice lit
tle arrangement for a tete-a-tete.”
“Don’t be vexed, Alexandrine. We
thought you would pass the evening at
your friend’s, and Archer only came
in to tell me a few hours ago.”
“Of course I am not vexed, dear,”
and the girl kissed Margie’s glowing
cheek. “Lovers will be lovers the world
over. Silly things, always, and never
interesting company for other people.
How long before Mr. Trevlyn is coming
for you?”
Margie consulted her watch.
“At eight. It is now seven. In an
hour.”
“In an hour! An hour’s time! Long
enough to change the destiny of em
pires!”
“How strangely you talk, Alexan
drine! What spirit possesses you?”
asked Margie, filled, in spite of herself,
with a curious premonition of evil.
Alexandrine sat down by the side of
her friend, and looked searchingly into
her face, her great black eyes holding
Margie with a sort of serpent-like fas
cination.
“Margaret, you love this Archer
Trevlyn very dearly, do you not?”
Margie blushed crimson, but she an
swered, proudly:
“Why need I be ashamed to confess
it? I do. I love him with my whole
soul.”
“And you do not think there is in
you any possibility of a change?”
“A change! What do you mean. Ex
plain yourself.”
“You do not think the time will ever
come when you will cease to love Mr.
Archer Trevlyn?”
“It w;iU never come!” Margie replied,
indignantly, “never, while I have my
reason!”
“Do you believe in love's immortal
ity?”
“I believe that all true love is change
less as eternity! I am not a child, Alex
andrine, to be blown about by every
passing breeze.”
“No, you are a woman now, with a
woman’s capability of suffering. You
ought, also, to be possessed of woman’s
resolution of a woman’s strength to
endure sorrow and affliction.”
“I have never had any great afflic
tion, Alexandrine. The death of Mr.
Linmere was horrible to me, but it
was not as if I had loved him; and
though I loved Mr. Trevlyn, my guard
ian, he died so peacefully, that I can
not wish him back. And my dear pa
rents—I was so young then, and they
were so willing to go! No, 1 do not
think, I have ever had any great sor
row, such as blast people’s whole life
times.”
“But you think you will always con
tinue to love Archer Trevlyn?”
“How strangely you harp on that
string! What do you mean? There is
something behind all this; I see it in
your face. You frighten me!”
Margie, all people are blind some
times. but more especially women,
when they love. Would It be a mercy
to open the eyes of one who, In happy
ignorance, was walking over a precipice
which the flowers hid from her view?”
Margie shuddered, and the beautiful
color fled from her cheek.
“I do not comprehend you. Why do
you keep me in suspense?”
‘‘Because I dread to break the charm.
You will hate me for it always, Margie.
\Vt never love those who tell us dis
agreeable truths, even though It be for
cur good."
"I do not know what you would tell
me. Alexandrine, but I do not think
l v.hail hate you for It.”
"Not If I tell you evil of Archer Trev
lyn?”
"I will not listen to it!” she cried, In
| dignantly.
I "I expected as much. Well, Margie,
you shall not. I will hold try peace;
but If ever. In the years to come, the
terrible secret should be revealed to
you—the secret which would then de
stroy your happiness for all time—re
member that 1 would have saved you,
and you refused to listen!”
She drew her shawl around her shoul
ders. and rose to go.
Margie caught her arm.
“What 1s It? You shall tell me! Hue
(tense Is worse than certainty."
'And If I tell you. you will keep si
lent? Hllent as the grave Itself?”
: “Yes. If you wish It."
I "Will you swear It?"
I "I cannot; but I will keep It just as
i tarrrdly .'
"I want not only your promise, but
; jour oath. You would not break an
1 oath. And this which I am shout to
tell you. If known to the world, Involves
Archer Trevlyn'a life' and you refuse
to take an oath ”
Ills life! Yes. I will swear. I would
.o anything to make his Ufa safer."
“Very well. You understand me ful
ly? You are never to reveal anything
I tell you to-night, unless I give you
leave. You swear it?”
“I swear it.”
“Listen, then. You remember the
night Mr. Linmere was murdered?"
Margie grew pale as death, and
clasped her hands convulsively.
“Yes, I remember it.”
“You desired us, after we had finished
dressing you, to leave you alone. We
did so, and you locked the door be
hind us, stepped from the window, and
went to the grave of your parents.”
“I did.”
“You remained there some little time,
and when you turned away, you stopped
to look back, and in doing so you laid
your hand—this one—“she touched
Margie’s slender left hand, on which
shone Archer Trevlyn’s betrothal, ring
—“on the gate post. Do you remem
ber it?” ; ’
“Yes, I remember it.”
“And while it rested there—while
your eyes were turned away, that hand
was touched—by something soft, and
warm, and sentient—too warm, too pas
sionate, to be the kiss of a disembodied
soul. Living human lips, that scorched
into your flesh, and thrilled you as
nothing else ever had the power to
thrill you!”
Margie trembled convulsively,her col
or came and went, and she clasped and
unclasped her hands with nervous agi
tation.
“Am I not speaking the truth?”
“Yes, yes—go on. I am listening.”
“Was there, in all the world, at that
time, more than one person whose kiss
had the power to thrill you as that kiss
thrilled you? Answer me, Margie Har
rison!”
“I will not! You have no right to
ask me!” she replied, passionately.
“It is useless to attempt disguise,Mar
gie. 1 can read your very thoughts.
At the moment you felt that touch, you
knew instinctively who was near you.
You felt and acknowledged the presence
of one who has no right to be kissing
the hand of another man’s promised
wife. And yet the forbidden sin of
that person was sweet to you. You
stooped and pressed your lips where his
had been! Whose?”
“X do not know—indeed, I do not!
Why do you torture me so, Alexan
drine?”
“My poor child, I will say po more.
Good night, Margie. I trust you will
have a pleasant evening with Mr. Trev
lyn.”
Margie caught the flowing skirt of
Miss Lee’s dress.
“You shall tell me all! I must know.
I have heard too much to be kept in ig
norance of the remainder.”
“So be it. You shall hear all. You
know that Archer Trevlyn was in the
graveyard or near it, that night, though
you might not see him. Yet you were
sure of his presence—”
“I was not! I tell you, I was not!”
she cried fiercely. “I saw no one; not
a person!”
“Then, if you were not sure of hi3
presence, you loved some other; else
why did you put your lips where those
of a stranger had been? In that case
you were doubly false!”
Margie’s cheeks were crimson with
shame. She covered her face with her
hands, and was silent..
“How many can you love at once,
Margie Harrison?”
“Alexandrine, you are cruel!—cruel!
Is it not enough for you to tell me the
truth, without torturing me thus?”
CHAPTER XIV.
FLASH of con
s c i o u b triumph
crossed the cold
face of Miss Lee,
and then she wa3
as calm as before.
"No.Iamnot cruel
— only truthful.
You cannot deny
that you knew i
Archer Trevlyn j
was near you. You I
win not oeny u. Margie, i Know
what love (a—I know something of ki
keen, subtle instincts. I should recog
nize the vicinity of the man I loved,
though all around me were as black as
midnight.*'
"Well, what then?” asked Margie,
defiantly.
"Walt and see, I followed you out
that night, with no definite purpose In
my mind. Perhaps it was curiosity to
see what a romantic woman, about to
be married to a man she does not love,
would do. I stood outside the hedge of
arbor vitae while you were Inside. I
saw the tall, shadowy figure which bent
Its head upon your hand, and I saw you
when you put your mouth where his
had been. When you went away I did
not go. Something kept me behind.
A moment afterward. I heard voices In
side the hedge Just one exclamation
from each person I could swear ta
that! and then O heaven!”
"What then!”
“A blow' a dull, terrible thud, a
smothered groan, a fall and I stood
there powerless to move stricken
dumb and motionless' And while I
stood transfixed. some person rush'd
past me, breathless. |>snt!ng reckless of
everything save esinpe' Margie, it was
so dark that I could not l* positive, but
I am murslly certain list the person 1
saw was Archer Ttnl>n'“
My Hod'" Msrgit cowered down to
the (loot. slid hid |,sr fate In Ihs folds
of Alexandrite's dress
“Hear n. • through. ' Mira lew want
on, relentlessly, her face growing colder 1
and harder with every word. "Hear me
through, and then decide for yourself.
Let no opinion of mine bias your Judg
ment. I stood there a moment longer,
and then, when suspended volition
came back to me, I fled from the place.
Margie, words cannot express to you
my distress, my bitter, burning an
guish! It was like to madness! But
sooner than have divulged my suspic- !
ions, I would have killed myself! For
I loved Archer Trevlyn with a depth
and fervor which your cool nature has
no conception of. I love him still,
though I feel convinced, from the bot
tom of my soul, that he Is a murderer!"
Her cheeks grew brilliant as red
roses, her eyes sparkled like stars.
Margie looked into the bewllderlngly
beautiful face with suspended breath.
The woman’s passionate presence
scorched her; she could not be herBelf,
with those eyes of fire blazing down in
to hers.
Alexandrine resumed, "I am wasting
time. Let me hurry on to the end, or
your lover will be here before I finish."
“My lover!” cried Margie, In a dazed
sort of way, "my lover? O yes, I re
member, Archer Trevlyn was coming.
Is It nearly time for him?”
Alexandrine took the shrinking, cow
ering girl by the shoulders, and lifted
her into a seat.
“Rouse yourself, Margie. I have not
done.. I want you to hear it all.”
• “Yes, I am hearing.”
It was pitiful to see how helpless and
weak the poor child had become. All
Bense of joy and sorrow seemed to have
died out of her.
“I feared so much tjiat when the
body of the murdered man should be
discovered, there would be some clue
which would point to the guilty party!
Such a night as I passed, while they
searched for the body! I thought I
should go mad!” She hid her face in
her hand and her figure shook like a
leaf in the autumn wind.
“When the dog took us to the grave
yard, I thought I would be the first In
side— I would see if there was any
thing left on the ground to point to
the real murderer. You remember that
I picked up something, do you not?”
“I do. Your glove, was It not?”
“Yes. It was my glove! I defy the
whole world to take it from me! I
would die before such proof should be
brought against the man I love!” she
cried wildly. “See here!”
She drew from her bosom a kid glove,
stained and stiff with blood.
“Margie, have you ever seen It be
fore? Look here. It has been
mended; sewed with blue silk! Do
you remember anything about it?”
“Yes; I saw you mend it at Cape
May,” she answered, the words forced
from her, apparently, without her voli
tion.
“You are right. He had torn it while
rowing me out, one morning. I saw
the rent and offered to repair it. He
makes his gloves wear well, doesn’t
he?”
“O don’t! don’t! how can you? Alex
andrine, wake me, for mercy’s sake!
This is some horrible dream.”
“I would to heaven it were! It would
be happier for us all. But if you feel
any doubt about the identity of the
glove, look here.” She turned back
the wrist, and there on the inside,
written in the bold characters, which
were a peculiarity of Arch Trevlyn’s
bandwriting, was the name in full—
Archer Trevlyn.
Margie shrank back and covered her
eyes, as if to shut out the terrible proof.
Alexandrine returned the glove to her
bosom, and then continued:
“The handkerchief found near Mr.
Linmere was marked with the single
letter A. Whose name begins with
that lettter?”
“Stop, I implore you! I shall lose my
reason! I am blinded—I cannot see!
O, if I could only die, and leave it all!”
(TO B> CONTINUED. I
GROWTH OF THE SILK TRADE.
New York Imports 90 Per Cent ot the
Bilk Comink to This Country.
Th« growth of the silk industry in
this country makes an interesting
study, says the Mall and Express. The
annual product of the American mills
is worth about 9100,000,000. Not only
has there been a marked increase in re
cent years in both the value and
amount of production, but the mills
have produced classes of goods never
before attempted. Silk is now used
for such a great number of purposes
that its manufacture and importing has
grown to be a leading industry. In an
interview a New Yorker who Is nn au
thority on everything pertaining to the
manufacture and Importing of silk said
recently: "We can make anything in
the silk line that ran be mode in the
world and that there is a murket for.
There are, however, certain high novel
ties that we no not make. One of the
noteworthy features of the trade dur
ing the last decade is the decline In
the price of row silk and the great
improvement In nearly every depart
ment of machinery and appliances. The
silk Imports at New York eoiuprise
fully M per rent of the total value ef
silk Imports In this couu'ry. The larga
mills ale all represented In New York,
so that the metropolis In thU Industry,
us In must others. Is the renter of distrh
b'lilon for this country.
As Itteslrte Ssmsphsre.
An automatic electrical semaphore
bat been perfected for trolley road
i tossing* ll Is so arranged that a car
spproai tatng from either direction will
reuse danger signals to bo displayed at
the print ef intersection of the two
toads while tho cor is still oomo dUs
unto fr >m the crossing,
Os IMA MS.
Mr N l**eh-1 wonder who really la
the greatest men In tho world?
Mrs. N lorl-l knew who la I ha
greatest one In this house.
A Lesson Id Spelling.
A showman had an announcement
stating “Come and see the great sawed
fish." A learned gentleman read it
and informed the showman that he had
made a mistake in the word “sawed,"
that It ought to be “sword.” "Yor'd
better come in an' see fer yourself; the
had mission is only tuppence,” said the
showman. So the learned gentleman
paid his "tuppence,” went in and wgs
shown a large codfish sawed in half.
“Yer ain’t the fust genelman wot has
tried to teach me "ow to spell,” grinned
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“Spike” Brady, who was a well
known baseball player in the Missis
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tion. The preacher made a special
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“Spike" was asked what He thought of
the preacher. “He got around the
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If the Baby la Cutting Teeth,
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