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BY CLARA AUGUSTA INTERNATIONAL PRESS ASSOCIATION^ f CHAPTER XVI.—fCoxTiNCED.) She stopped suddenly, and. rising, was about to leave the room. He took her hand, and closed the door she had opened, leading her to a seat. "My dear Miss Lee, I do not compre hend you. Explain. It I have ever injured you In any way, It has been tlje very thing farthest removed from my Intentions. Will you not give me a chance to defend myself?” She blushed painfully; her embar rassment disturbed him, for he was generous to all, and he really felt very kindly toward her. "I cannot explain,” she said In a sub dued voice. “I am sorry you came Just now. But these slanders anger me, as well as wound my feelings.” “What slanders, Miss Lee?” Her color grew deeper. Animated by some sudden resolve, she lifted her head proudly, “I will tell you. Remember that yon sought the Information. Your coming here has been made the subject of re mark. and I have been accused of hav ing schemed to draw .you here. You know if it be true.” His face flushed slowly. He recalled the silly stories that had some time be fore reached his ears. And because of them she had suffered. This woman whose unremitting care had saved hia life! How thoughtlesB and cruel he had been! He was a man of honor; If any woman’s reputation had been Injured through his means, there was but one course for him to pursue. He must made reparation. And how? For a moment his head whirled, but glanc ing at the pale, distressed face before him, he made his decision. “Alexandrine,” he said quietly, “you know Just what my course has been. You know my lowly origin—you know how life has cheated me of happiness. You know how dear Margie Harrison was to me, and how* I lost her. I loved her with my whole soul—she will bo the one love of my lifetime. I shall never love another woman as I loved her. But If my name and the position I can give my wife, will be pleasant to you, then I ask you to accept them, as some slight recompense for what I have made you suffer. If you can be satisfied with the sincere respect and friendship I feel for you, then I offer myself to you. You deserve my heart, but I. have none to give to any one. I have burled It so deep that It will never know a resurrection.” She shuddered and grew pale. To one of her passionate nature—loving him as she did—it was but a sorry wooing. His love she could never have. But it she married him, she should be always near him; sometimes he would hold her hands In his, and call her, as he did now, Alexandrine. Her ap parent struggle with herself pained him. Perhaps he guessed something of its cause. He put his arid' around her waiBt. r: ■< "My child," he said, Kindly, -ao you love me? Do you indeed care for me? Cold and Indifferent as I have been? Tell me truly, Alexandrine?” She did tell him truly; something within urged her to let him see her heart as it was. For a moment she put aside all her pride. “I do love you,” she said, “God only knows how dearly!” ; t \ >■ He looked at'her with gentle, pity ing eyes, but he did not touch the red lips so near his own. He pould not be a hypocrite. “I will be good to you, Alexandrine. <}od helping me, you shall never have cause for complaint. I will make your life as happy as I can. I will give you all that my life’s shipwreck spared me. Will that content you? Will you be my wife?” ■; .< Still Bhe did not reply. "Are you afraid to: risk it?” be asked,, almost sadly. “No, I am not afraid! I will risk everything!” she answered. CHAPTER XVII. E AN WHILE what of Margie Harri son? Through the dull, stormy day she had been whirled along like the wind.. The train was an express, and made few stop pages. Margie took little note of any thing which oc curred. She sat in her hard seat like one in a trance, and paid no heed to the lapse of time, until the piteous whining of Leo warned her that night was near, and the poor dog was hungry; At the first stopping-place she purchased some bread and meat for him, but nothing for herself. 'She could not have swallowed a mouthful. Still the untiring train dashed on. Boston was reached at last. She got out. and stood, confused and bewil dered, gazing around her. It was night and the place was strange to her. The cries of the porters and hackmen— the bustle and dire confusion, struck a chill to her heart. The crowd hurried hither and thltbo", each one Intent on his own business, and the lamps gave out a dismal light, dimmed as they were by the hanging clouds of mist and fog. Alone in a great city! For the first^time in her life she felt the signifi cance of the words she had so often heard. She had never traveled half a /' dozen miles before, by herself, and she felt almost as helpless as a little child. iaga, ma’am?” said a hackman, touching her arm. "Yes," she said, mechanically, and put her hand In her pocket for . her porte^tnonnlie, With a vague idea that she must pay him before she started. She uttered a low cry of dismay! Her pocket-book was -missing! She searched more thoroughly, but it was not to be found. Her pocket had been picked. Shq, turned a piteous face to the hackman. jf * "f f “My money is lokt .sir!” she said, "but if you will take me to a place of Bhelter, I will remunerate you some way.” “Sorry to be obliged to refuse, ma’am,” said the man, civilly enough, “but I’m a poor man with a family, and can’t afford tokeepmy houses for noth ing”? j f l “What is It, driver?” queried a rough voice; and in a mom'ent a crowd had gathered around poor, shrinking Mar gie, and growling, indignant Leo. “The woman’s lost her purse—” “Oh, ho! the old story—eh? Beauty in distress. Should think they'd get tired of playing that game!” said the coarse voice, which belonged to a lounger and hanger-on at the depot. “Looks rather suspicious, ma’am, for ye to be traveling on the train alone,” began the hackman; but he was inter rupted by. the lounger. “That’s the way they all travel. Well, thank the Lord, I bain’t so gallant as to git taken in by every decent face I see!” “Thank heaven, I am not so lost to all sense of decency as to insult a lady!” said a clear, stern voice; and a tall, dis tinguished-looking man swept through the crowd, and reached Margie’s .side. “Indeed, I am not mistaken!”'he skid, looking at her with amazement. “Miss Harrison!” She saw, as he lifted his bat, the frank, handsome face of Louis Chstrani. All her troubles were over—this man was a pillar of strength to her weak ness. She caught his arm eagerly, and Leo barked with Joy, recognizing a friend. “I am so glad to see you, Mr. Cas tranl!” His. countenance lighted Instantly. He pressed the hand on his arm. “Thank-you, my friend. What serv ice can I render you? Where do you wish to go? Let me act for you.” “Oh, thank you—if you only will! I was going further, but the train I wished to take had been gone some hours, and I must stay here to-night. And on my way, somewhere, my money has been stolen.” “Give yourself no more uneasiness. I am only too happy to be of any use to you.” The crowd dispersed, and Castranl called a carriage, and put Margie and Leo inside. * •» * 5 "Have you any cnoice oi noteisr “None. I am entirely unacquainted here. You know best.” “To the —■— House,’*' he said to the driver; and thither they were taken. A warm room and a tempting supper were provided, but Margie could not eat. She only swallowed a little toast, and drank a cup of tea. Castranl came to her parlor Just after she had finished, but he did not sit down. He had too much delicacy to intrude himself upon her when accident had thrown them to gether. “I was called here on very urgent business,!' he said, “and shall be obliged to attend to It to-night, but I shall re turn soon, and will see you In the morn ing. Meanwhile, feel perfectly at home. I have engaged a chamber-maid to attend to you, and do not be afraid to make your wants known. Good-night, now, and pleasant dreams.” She was so weary, that she slept some, with Leo hugged tightly to her breast; for she felt a sense of security in having this faithful friend near her. Breakfast was served In her room, and by and by Castranl came up.' He spoke to her cheerfully, though he could not fail to notice that some terrible blow had fallen upon her since last he had seen her, gay and brilliant, at a party In New York. But he forebore to ques tion her. Margie appreciated his deli cacy, and something Impelled her to confide to him what she had not en trusted to the discretion of any other person. She owed him this confidence, for his disinterested kindness. “M.. Castranl,” she said, quietly enough, outwardly, “circumstances of which I cannot speak, have made it necessary for me to leave New York. I do not desire that the place of my destination shall be known to any one. But to show you how much I appreciate your kindness, and how entirely I trust you, I will Inform you that I am going to Llghtfleld, in New Hampshire, to stop an Indefinite length of time with my old nurse. Mrs. Day.” Castranl was visibly affected by this proof of her confidence. “From me. no one shall ever know the place of your refuge,” he said, earn estly. “Your train leaves at ten. It is now nine. If you would only permit me to see you safely to the end of your Journey!” She flushed. He read a quite reproach in her eye. “Pardon me. I know It may seem like officiopsnesa, but I would try and ; | not be disagreeable to you. I would not even speak to you, if you desired it i should be so. But I could travel in the same car with you, and be there to protect you. If you should need me.” | “I thank you greatly. But I had rather you went no farther. I shall meet with no difficulty, I think. I shall I rwch Nurse Day’s by sunset.”, “As you wilL I will not press the matter. * Your pleasure shall be mine." A little later he assisted.her from the carriage that had taken her to the depot. Her baggage was checked—he handed her the check, and her ticket, and then pressed into her hand a roll , of, bank-notes. . She put them back qui'jtiyi but he declined taking them. “I do not give it to you—I lend It to you. You can repay me at your con* venlence.” , "On those conditions, I thank you, also." She put out her hand. He took it, resisted the inclination to press his lips 'to it, and held it lightly in his. "If you will give me permission—to call upon you—should I be in Llghtfleld during your stay there—I shall be more than happy!” She was about to refuse, but the mute pleading,'of his eyes deterred her. He <hhd, hSep kind to her. and it could do her no harm. Probably, he would never come to Llghtfleld, so she gave him the permission he asked for. The day passed without incident, and nightfall found Margie within ten miles of her destination. She was driven along « youfeh country road, to a square .farfe-hopse—looming up white through the dark—and a moment later, she was lying, pale and exhausted, in the arms of Nurse Day. « . "My blessed child!” cried the old lady; "my precious little Margie! My old eyes will almost grow young again, after having been cheered by the sight of ye!” And she kissed Margie again and again, while Leo expressed his de light in true canine style—by barking vociferously, and leaping Over the chairs and tables. CHAPTER XVIII. 1 URSE DAY was pleasantly situated. Her husband was a grave, staid m&n, who was very kind to Margie, always. The farm was a rambling affair-^ extending over, and embracing In its ample limits, hill and dale, meadow and woodland, and a portion of a bright, swift river, on whose banks It was Mar gie’s delight to sit through the purple sunsets, and watch the play of light and shade on the bare, rocky cliff oppo site. Nature .proved a true friend to the sore heart Of the girl. The breezes, so fresh and sweet, and clear, soothed Margie Inexpressibly. The sunshine was a message of healing; the songs of the birds carried her back to her happy childhood. Wandering through the leafy aisles of the forest, she seemed brought nearer to God and his mercy.. Only once had Nurse Day questioned her of the past, and then Margie had said: “I have done with the past forever, Nurse Day. I wish it never recalled to me. I have met with a great sorrow— one of which I cannot speak. I came, her? to forget it. Never ask me any thing about it. I would confide’ It to you., y t tould, but my word Is glVen to anotheb to keep silent. I acted lor what I thought best. Heaven knows, if I erred, I did not err willingly.” "Give It all into God’s hands," said Nurse Day, reverently. “He knows Just what is best for us." . The days went on slowly, but they brought something of peace to Margie Harrison. The violence of her dis tress passed away, and now there was only a dull pain at her heart—a pain that must always have its abode there. She held no communication with any person In New York, save her aunt, and her business agent, Mr. Farley, and her letters to them were posted hi a distant town, in a neighboring state, where Nurse Day had friends—and so Margie’s place of refuge was still a secret. ' (TO SB COHTIXOSD.I A FAMOUS SOPRANO. Two Continents Pay Tribute to Kiln Beach Taw, the Great Singer. In this closing of the nineteenth cen tury there has dawned a star in the vocal firmanent which eclipses, In blrd llke sweetness and phenomenal range, all the voices of the past, says the New York World. History will write the name and fame of Ellen Beach Yaw as the greatest soprano singer the world has ever known—greater than Fatti greater than Nilsson—greater than Lind. The American people will find much satisfaction in the thought that Miss Yaw Is an American girl: she was born in New York state and the great er portion of her early life was spent in California. ,? juibs iaw is a tan, stately girl, whom wealth of blonde hair frames a face that Is beautiful and expressive. Her bearing and manner indicate self-pos Msslon and are the embodiment of all that Is graceful and refined. The beau ty and phenomenal range of her voice became apparent some years ago, while under the tuition of lime. BJorksten of New York, and under whose guidance Miss Yaw went to Paris and studied with the famous Della Sedle and b«t It was not until two years ago that her wonderful volco began to attract pub lic attention—and in this brief period she has sung herself into a popularity that has taken others a lifetime to ac complish. Compared with other voices of world-wide fame, the scale stands thua Miss Yaw sings without the slightest perceptible effort, from E below the bar to B In the altisslmo—a range of twen ty-eight tones. Her famous note—the B above high B Is five notes higher than Patti ever attained—and the highest note ever voiced from a human throat Her singing and her methods cannot be likened to those of Patti or Nilsson— there is a distinctiveness and an Indi viduality that has been created by and belongs exclusively to Yaw, who Is now engaging the[.attention,of the whole music-loving world. Suburban Life. Whether you know it or not that sec ond year in the suburban house is a erisis and turning' point in your life, for it Hill make of you either a city man or a suburban and it will surely save you from being, for all the rest of your days, that hideous betwixt and between thing, that uncanny creation of modern days of rapid transit, who I fluctuates helplessly between one town I and another: between town and city and between town and city again, seeking an impossible unattainable perfection and scattering remonstrant servant maids and disputed bills for repairs along liis cheerless track.—Ex change. Trying Ordeals for Presidents, ft writing of the “Pardoning Power” (invested in the President) Hon. llen jamin Harrison says in June Ladies' Home Journal: "The papers in these murder cases are usually volumnious— a full record or an abstract of the evi dence making part If the trial seems to have been fairly conducted, and no new exculpatory evidence is produced, and the sentence does not seem to have been unduly severe, the presi dent refuses to interfere. He cannot weigh the evidence as well as the judge and jury. They saw and heard the witnesses, and he has only a writing before him. It happens sometimes that the wife or mother of the con demned man comes in person to plead for mercy, and I know of no more try ing ordeal than to hear their teariul and sobbing utterances, and tci feel that a public duty requires that they be denied their prayer.” The question often asked—“Why are pu pils of the New England Conservatory so uniformly success! ul as teachers or per formers?”—is readily answered by those who have teen fortunate enough to be come acquainted with the institution. With on equipment superior to that of any other school, with both American anil foreign teachers of the highest rank, with Boston, the art center of America, to fur nish the best operas and concerts, it is easy to see why one year or study there is bet ter than two e sewhere. Its prospectus is sent free. Makes s Beautiful Down. 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