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Bhe ceased her tirade, and stood gaz
ing keenly at Marjorie, who sat still,
listening in wonder. Despite her sharp
tone and brusque manner, there was
A tenderness in her tone that could not
be mistaken. Then, all at once, with
' the abruptness peculiar to her, she
changed her tone again, and broke into
5 a low, chuckling laugh.
"And now I hae preach’d my ser
mon," she said, with her grim smile,
"hae yen had breakfast? Will you tak’
,. some tea?”
But Marjorie had breakfasted before
: starting, and wanted nothing.
"Very well. Come and walk in the
garden.”
She led the way from the room,' and
Marjorie quietly followed,.
, ' Passing out by the rear of the house
cross a lonely court yard, they reached
ft tdnor in the high wall, and entered
TiJh garden—a wilderness of fruit trees,
' ajjTubs, and currant bushes, ‘ sadly In
wed of the gardener’s hand. Tangled
creepers and'weeds > grew over the
.. .grassy paths. Here and there were
shata, and in one corner was an arbor
■ almost buried in umbrage. It was a
desolate, neglected place, but the sun
was shining, and the air was bright
- and warm.
Miss Hetherington took her compan
ion’s arm and walked slowly from path
} to path.
“The garden’s like Its mistress,” she
said presently, “lonesome and neglectit.
Since Wattle Henderson died, I hae
never employed a regular gardener.
But it’s bonny in summer time, tor a’
that, and I like it, wild as it is. I
should like weel to be buried here,
right in the heart o’ the auld place!”
She entered the neglected arbor and
sat down wearily. Marjorie stood look
ing at her in timid sympathy, while
.. she pursued the dreary current of her
thought. : > .
‘“Folk q»y I’m mean, and maybe I
am; but it’s no that! I’m the last o’
the Hetheringtons, and it’s right and
| fitting that the place should waste awa’
like mysel’. But I mind the time weel
J —it’s no sae lang syne—when it was
r gladsome and merry. Everything was
in grand order then, and my father
kept open house to the gentry. Now a’s
changed! Whiles I wonder what will
become o’ the auld house when I’m
ta’en. Strangers will come, maybe, and
turaftt upside doon. What would you
daflt/ljdarjorie Annan, if you were a rich
leday and mistress o’ a place like
this?”
The question came so abruptly at the
end of the long string of lamentations,
that Marjorie scarcely knew what to
reply. She smiled awkwardly, and re
peated the, question.
"What would I do, Miss Hethering
ton?"
“Ay. Gome!”
“I cannot tell, but I don’t think I
could bear to live here all alone.”
“Ay, indeed? Would you sell the
Castle, and pooch the siller?”
“No, Miss Hetherlngton. I should like
to keep what my forebears had owned.”
. The lady nodded her head approv
ingly.
"The lassie has sense after a’!” she
| exclaimed. “Ay ay, Mhrjorie, you’re
| right! It’s something to belang to the
* line o’ the Hetheringtons, and the auld
lairds o’ the Moss would rise in their
graves if they kenned that strangers
were dwelling on the land.”
CHAPTER X.
ARLY in the after
noon, after a dis
mal lunch, tete-a
tete with ' Miss
Hetherington, Mar
jorie returned home
across the fields.
The sun was just
beginning to sink
as she p as s ed
through the village
and approached the
manse. As she did so, she saw Mr.
Lorraine standing inside the church
yard gate in quiet conversation with
the French teacher.
She entered the churchyard and
joined them, the Frenchman saluting
her with lifted hat as she approached.
"Ah, Marjorie, my bairn,” said the
minister, "you are home early. Did
you walk back? I thought you would
have stayed later, and that Miss Heth
ington would have sent you home in
the carriage after gloaming.”
Marjorie glanced at Caussidiere, and
met his eyes.
“She did not wish me to stay,” she
answered, "and I was glad to escape.
But I see you and Monsieur Caussidiere
have made friends. I met him on the
way, and he said he was coming here.”
“So he has told me,” said Mr. Lor
raine. “I have just been showing him
over the kirk and nirough the grave
yard, and now I have invited him to
take pot-luck, as the English call it,
this evening.”
“But it is so late, monsieur,” said
Marjorie. “How will you get back to
Dumfries?”
“Did you not know?” returned the
Frenchman, smiling. “I am taking a
\A?etle holiday, like yourself! I have
•* 7*iKaged a bed at the inn, and 3hall not
’return till the beginning of the week.”
They entered the manse together, and
Caussidiere joined them at their sim
ple evening meal. .
When tea was over they sat round
the hearth. The minister lit his pipe
one his guest a cigar. They were chat
ting pleasantly together, when Solo
mon Muvklebackit, who had been up to
the village on some household errund,
quietly entered.
“Johnnie Sutherland’s at the door.
Will you see him?”
Marjorie started, for she had an in
stinctive dread of a meeting between
the two young men; but the minister
at once replied:
“Show him in, Solomon;” and as the
sexton disappeared, he said to his guest,
“A young friend of ours, and a school
fellow of my foster-daughter.”
The next moment Sutherland ap
peared. A look of surprise passed over
his face as he saw the stranger, who
rose politely, but, recovering himself,
he shook the minister warmly by the
hand.
“Welcome, Johnnie,” said Mr. Lor
raine. “Take a seat Do you know
Monsieur Caussidiere? Then let me
introduce you.”
Sutherland nodded to the French
man, who bowed courteously. Their
eyes met, and then both looked at Mar
jorie.
"Monsieur Caussidiere is my French
teacher/’ she said smiling.
Sutherland looked somewhat puzzled,
and sat down in silence. After an awk
ward pause, the minister began ques
tioning him on his London experi
ences; he replied almost in monosyl
lables, and was altogether so bashful
and constrained that Marjorie could
not avoid drawing an unfavorable com
parison in her own mind between him
and the fluent Frenchman.
AU ftl not, UIUUOICUI . 00.1 U tile Irtl*
ter, presently, having gathered the fact
from some of Mr. Lorraine’s questions.
“I used to paint, when I was a boy,
but, finding I could not excel, I aband
oned the attempt. To succeed in your
profession is the labor of a life, and,
alas! so many fail.”
"That’s true enough,” returned Suth
erland, “and when I see the great pic
tures, I despair.”
"He paints beautifully, monsieur,”
cried Marjorie, eager to praise her
friend. "Does he not, Mr. Lorraine?”
The minister nodded benignly.
"Ah, indeed,” said Caussidlere, with
a slight yawn. “The landscape, mon
sieur, or the human figure?”
“I have tried both,” replied Suther
land. "I think I like figure painting
best.”
“Then you shall not go far to find a
subject,” exclaimed Caussidlere, wav
ing his hand toward Marjorie. “Ah, if
I were an artist, I would like to paint
mademoiselle. I have seen such a face,
such eyes, and hair, in some of the Ma
donnas of the greyt Raphael.”
Marjorie cast down her eyes, then
raised them again, laughing.
He has painted me, and more than
once; but I’m thinking he flattered the
sitter. Miss Hetherington has one of
the pictures up at the Castle.”
Caussidlere fixed his eyes suspicious
ly upon Sutherland.
“Do you work for pleavre, mon
sieur, or for profit? Per'/Tps you are
a man of fortune, and paint for amuse
ment only?”
The question tickled the minister,
who laughed merrily.
“I am only a poor man,” answered
.Sutherland, “and paint for my bread.”
“It is an honorable occupation,” said
Caussidlere, emphatically, though not
without the suspicion of a covert sneer.
“At one time the artist was neglected
and despised;' now he is honored for
his occupation, and can make much
money.”
Tne conversation continued by fits
and starts, but Sutherland’s appearance
seemed to have quite destroyed the gay
freedom of the little party. At last
Solomon reappeared and grimly an
nounced that it was nine o’clock.
“We keep early hours,” explained
Mr. Lorraine, “and are all abed at ten
o’clock."
“Then I will go,” cried Caussidiere,
rising, “but I shall call again. It is not
often in Scotland, one finds such pleas
ant company.”
Caussidiere shook the minister’s
hand .cordially, and favored Marjorie
with a warm and lingering pressure,
which left her more disturbed than
ever. Then the two men walked out of
the house together.
Caussidiere and Sutherland walked
up the village side by side in the light
of the moon, which was then at the
full.
“You are a native of this place, mon
sieur?" said the Frenchman, after a
long silence.
“Yes,” was the quiet reply.
“A charming place! and the people
still more charming! You have known
our old friend a long, long time?”
“Ever since I can mind.”
“And his daughter—his foster-daugh
ter, I should say? I have heard her
story; it is romantic, monsieur; it
touches my heart. Do you think her
pretty?”
Sutherland started at the question,
which was made with apparent non
chalance, but in reality with eager sus
picion. He was silent, and the other
continued;
“She is not like one of common birth;
she has the grace of a lady. I was
struck with her elegance when she
first came to me for lessons. Poor
child! To have neither father nor
mother, to be a castaway! It is very
sad.”
“She is happy and well-cared for,”
sturdily answered. Sutherland, who
didn’t like the turn the converoattOQ
was taking; "and ahe has many true
friends.”
“Yourself among the number, I am
sure!” said Caussidiere Quickly.
"You are right there, at any rate," re
turned Sutherland; and he added cold
ly, “I’ll wish you good-night.”
He stood beforo the gate of his fath
er’s cottage and held out his hand; the
Frenchman, however, did not attempt
to take It, but kept his own hands in
his coat pockets as he returned a polite
‘'Good-night.”
CHAPTER XI.
HE next day was
Sunday, the solemn,
not to say sancti
monious Sabbath
day of that people
which, above all
others, reverencos
the great work of
creation.
In the brightest
place in the church,
with her auroole
round her, sat Marjorie Annan; and
three pairs of eyes at least wore con
stantly fixed upon her. The first pair
belonged to young Sutherland, the sec
ond to the French visitor,-the third la
the eccentric mistress of Hetherington
Castle.
Of these three individuals Caussidiere
was the most ill at ease. The sermon
bored him, and he yawned again and
again, finally going to sleep.
He was awakened by a loud noise
and looking round him, he saw the
congregation moving toward the door,
and Solomon Mucklebacklt, from the
precentor’s desk, glaring down at him
in indignation. He rose languidly, and
Joined the stream of people issuing
from the church.
Out in the churchyard the sun was
shining golden on the graves. At the
gate several vehicles were waiting, in
cluding the brougham from Hethering
ton Castle.
As Caussidiere moved down the path,
he saw before him a small group of per
sons conversing—the blind weaver and
his wife, John Sutherland, Marjorie,
and the lady of the Castle. He passed
by them with lifted hat, and moved on
to the gate, where he waited.
“Who's yon?” asked Miss Ilether
ington, following him with her dark
eyes.
“That is Monsieur Caussldlere,” an
swered Marjorie, “my French teacher."
“Humph!” said the lady. “Como awa’
and introduce me.”
She walked slowfy down the path,
Vhile Marjorie followed in astonish
ment, and coming right up to the
Frenchman, she looked him deliberate
ly over from head to foot. Not at all
disconcerted, he took off his hat again,
and bowed politely.
“Monsieur Caussldlere,” said Mar
jorie, “this is Miss Hetherington, of the
Castle.”
Caussldlere tiowed again with great
respect.
“I am charmed to make madsme's
acquaintance.”
To his astonishment, Miss Hethering
ton addressed him in his own tongue,
which she spoke fluently, though with
an unmistakable Scottish Inflection.
“You speak English well, monsieur,”
she said. “Have you been long absent
from your native land?”
“Ever since the crime of December,”
he returned, also in French. "But
madame is almost a Frenchwoman—
she speaks the language to admiration.
Ah, it is a pleasure to me, an exile, to
hear the beloved tongue of France so
perfectly spoken! You know France?
You have lived there, madame?”
“I know it, and know' little good of
it,” cried the lady sharply. “Are you
like the rest of your countrymen, light
and treacherous, believing in nothing
that is good, spending their lives in
vanity and sensual pleasure?”
(TO BB CONTINUED.)
Better Left Unsaid.
iVo giggling girls pushed their way
into the crowded car. The one was
pretty, and knew it; while the other
wasn’t, and didn’t seem to know it.
After a great deal of squeezing that
almost took their breath away, they
at last reached the front part of the
car. They kept up their giggling until
a man who was trying to read in the
corner seat got up in disgust and went
out on the front platform. Although
they both wanted to sit down, neither
wished to deprive the other of the
seat.
“You take It, dear,” said the pretty
one.
“I wouldn’t enjoy it at all if I knew
you were standing,” replied the other.
Then they began giggling again.
At last, when another woman rush
ed up to take it, the pretty girl shoved
her friend into the seat, saying: “The
first thing we know we’ll lose it. Be
sides, my dear, it’s better for you to
take it, because I’m more likely to
have a seat offered me.”
The homely girl stopped giggling
and turned red in the face, and when
her friend got out about a mile be
yond she never as much as bade her
good-bye.
An Estimate.
Father—In asking for the hand of
my daughter, young man, I trust that
you fully realize the exact value of the
prize you seek? Prospective Son-In
Law—Well—er—I hadn’t fgured it
quite so close as that, but I guessed
it at about |500,000.—San Francisco
Examiner.
Paper Oeflance.
Foreman—Why doesn't the editor
finish this editorial on “Let America
Defy the World?” It’s only half done.
Assistant—Oh, he got scared a while
ago and ran out at the back door, and
hasn't been back since. A mad sub
scriber came In.
CAMPAIGN IN OHIO.
GEN* WARNER’S CANDIDACY
I POR THE senate.
Is Considered in the Nature of a Blaff
—Candidate Chapmai'a Ineoneleten
olao—Favors Only Gold. Stiver and
Unenbicka. *
(Washington Letter.)
The reports from Ohio that General
Warner has announced himself as a
candidate for the senate creates a
good deal of amusement here. Gener
al Warner has been a well-known fig
ure in Washington ever since his term
in congress long ago, and his appear
ance here has always been a signal
for an outbreak of the stiver question.
He has been a pronounoed and suc
cessful calamity howler for years, and
may perhaps be credited with the in
vention of the calamity cry, for he
was among the first, if not the very
first, to make it the burden of his song
in behalf of silver. People have for
years looked upon him as a harmless
and eccentric old man, and the idea
that the Democrats of the great state
of OWo would think of sending him to
fill the seat occupied by George Pen
dleton, Allan G. Thurman and other
distinguished representatives of that
party never entered the mind of the
most imaginative student of the polit
ical field. Nor is it supposed now that
he is seriously in mind by anybody of
Influence or authority in the party.
The impression here is that Warner
has been “induced” by McLean to put
his name In as a senatorial candidate
simultaneously with the semi-month
ly announcement of McLean’s with
drawal in the hope of catehlng a few
silver votes and adding another com
plication to the already befuddled con
dition of the public mind as to the real
attitude of the Ohio Democrats upon
national Issues. It is believed that the
announcement that Towne and other
extreme free silver orators have been
driven out of Ohio by Allen O’Myers
and that McLean's having abandoned
the silver feature has so offended the
silver people that McLean has deemed
it advisable to try to pull them back
into line by putting Warner to the
front as a senatorial candidate. Of
course nobody supposes that Warner
could command any strength among
the members of the legislature for
the senate, though his alleged candida
cy might lead a few extreme sllverltes
to vote for such legislative candidate
as he could personally endorse. The
feeling here is that if Mr. McLean is
able to scoop in a few silver votes for
members of the legislature by presen
tation of Warner’s name as a senator
ial candidate his entire purpose will
known in Ohio, but It may be inter
eating to rotera in that atate to know
al80 that he has taken advantage of
the opportunity given him- under the
law to lasue national bank notea, de
spite his assertion that the only kind
of paper money which he favors is
United States notes. The investiga
tion of the official records of the First
National bank of Jackson, of which he
is president, shows that it has and
has had for years a very considerable
issue of national bank currency based
upon bonds deposited with the treas
ury, and that in spite of Mr. Chap
man's insistence that he believes in no
kind of paper money except green
backs, no effort is being made by him
as president of the bank to withdraw
Its currency now in circulation.
Colored Office-Holders.
Inquiries at the postofflee depart
ment and department of justice show
that the recent outrage upon the col
ored postmaster at Hogansville, Ga., is
not by any means disposed of. The
assumption of the Democrats that an
event of this character could go un
punished or unnoticed by the present
administration is without foundation.
While the details of the work of these
two departments of the government in
regard to this case cannot yet be
made public, it is known tnat the en
tire matter is being thoroughly sifted
and that the perpetrators of the out
rage will certainly be brought to jus
tice, if all the facilities at the com
mand of the government for that pur
pose are sufficient. Nor need the Dem
ocrats of the south or north expect
that i'tcidents of this kind are going
to deter the administration from ais
pointments of colored men where oth
er circumstances seem to render such
action advisable. President McKinley
and his advisors reeognlse fully their
duty toward that element of the cit
izenship of the country, and while
there is no intention'or desire to force
upon communities officials who are
distasteful to a majority of the voters
the administration is determined to
stand squarely by that element of the
party and the population and to give
to the colored men, not only of the
south, but in every state, a fair and
just proportion of the public positions.
GEO. WILLIAMS.
REPUBLICAN OPINION.
Prosperity and business activity be
gan the moment a Republican president
and a protective congress were elected.
Was it mere 'Tuck?”
The jingo policy on the Cuban ques
tion which was urged upon President
McKinley as soon as he was inaugur
ated president is now seen to have been
an unwise and unsafe one, and the
who were- inclined to criticize what
they considered the Blow progress of
the president, now see that his course
was the wise one.
John McLean’s enormous gas and
street railway interests in Washington
are believed to have a close relation to
his senatorial ambitions. Mr. McLean
is the controlling owner in the Wash
ington gas works, whose plant and
franchise are' valued at (5,000,000, and
he is shown to be one of the directors
of a Washington street railway com
pany whose capital stock is $12,000,000.
Gas and railroad privileges in the Dis
trict of Columbia are controlled by con
gress, just as those of a city are con
trolled by its common council. It is
therefore, important for a man with live
or six millions invested in gas and
railroad interests to be for six years a
member of congress, and Ms. McLean’s
eye for business is good; .?
The iron and steel industry is univer
sally recognised as a faithful barometer
of trade, and in the activity in that line
is telling the story of present business
conditions. Rolling mills, steel plants,
and furnaces generally are actually
rushed with orders, and what is of
great significance is the fact that tbs
enormous demand is perfectly legiti
mate and without the slightest tinge of
speculation. Railroads, manufacturers
and builders are alt busy, and when
they are busy there is a demand for
iron and steel.
• —
Unless Chairman Jones and Senator
Gorman can make it appear that the
mails of the United States should not
be open to defeated presidential can
didates, they will be unsuccessful in
their efforts to suppress Mr. Bryan.
They have squeesed him out ol New
York, and frosen him out of Maryland
and Ohio, but he Is now firing at those
targets at long range by United States
mall and by some mysterious process
managing to get the letters In print
and his name before the public despite
the efforts of the leaders of his party to
cage him.
•• _ * ,V- i V ' '■ 0 js
Popocratlc Chairman Jones Is evi
dently determined that the New York
ers shall not make the same mistake
that the Ohio and Iowa Democrats have
made in the present campaign, of in
dorsing the exploded free silver prop
osition. He has recommended to New
Yorkers that they let the silver ques
tion carefully alone, and Senator Gor
man, by the way, is doing the aahia
thing in Maryland.
The Ohio Democrats are a good deal
out of patience with their Democratic
friends in Georgia for the haste with
which they have Jumped into India
THE AMERICAN FACTORY IN
1894, UNDER
FREE-TRADE.
, ? ■« ; - - j
THE AMERICAN FACTORY IN 1897, UNDER PROTECTION,
Ill]
These \mjrics
MNNINC
!/DAY and NIQHT]
, Because of
PROTECTION
(TO BUSINESS
have been served, and he expects to
"take care of” the rest after the mem
bers are elected.
Chapman’* Currency Creed.
The announcement of Candidate
Chapman of Ohio that he favors only
gold, silver and United States notes
as the currency of the country has led
some curious investigator to look into
his record with reference to their
classes of currency. His record as to
the Issue of scrip at his mine Is well
wisdom of the president’s course of ac
tion Is meeting with popular approval.
It Is now apparent from the develop
ments since Minister Woodford's ar
rival In Spain that the attitude of the
administration will be such as to bring
about a termination of the troubles In
Cuba, and In a way which will avoid
the criticism which would have surely
followed the precipitate action urged
by many people immediately after the
inauguration of the pres Hen'., Those
criminate assassination of colored Re
publican office holders. The Ohio Dem
ocrats hoped to get a considerable sup
port in that state from the colored votes
this year, but, of course, that possi
bility, it it existed, is destroyed by this
action.
A picnic Is an event where a man
has a good time eating stuff that would
cause him to raise the roof if served by
his wife at home.—Atchison Globe.
