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Mandrake root and Queen’s root all of
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Prof. Barthoiow, of Jefferson Mod. Col
lege; Prof, llare. of the t.'niv. of i’a.;
Prof. Finley Ellingwood, M. I)., of Ben
nett Med. College, Chicago; Prof. John
King. M. D.. late of Cincinnati; Prof.
John M. Scudder, M. D.. Into of l incin
nati ; Prof. Edwin M. Hale. M. !)., of
Hahnemann Med. College, Chicago, and
scores of others equally eminent In their
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Our Greatest Arsenal.
From tho Four-Track News.
I luring the civil war Rock Island was
called Into unexpected service. At tho
very outbreak of hostilities the Island sug
gested itself as a suitable place to care for
the prisoners of war, and extensivo liar
racks, were constructed, with a hospital,
offleers’ quarters and other necessary
buildings. Over 20,(WO confederate prison
ers were conflnrd there.
Horace was Indeed wise when he coun
seled to prepare for war in times of peace,
but ttiat advice was disregarded, and
when, in 1S9S, war was declared with
Spain, it found us unprepared, but the
Rock Island arsenal promptly responded
to the call. The force of workmen was In
creased from 600 to nearly 3,000, and tho
necessary articles were poured out in like
proportion. Kvcn then It was 111 days lie
fare the soldiers could be made ready for
action.
Had Spain been In a position to take ad
vantage of the delay, our victory might
have been less decisive.
It Is not the object of the arsenal to
encourage war, but to prepare for It when
R becomes Inevitable; in the words of
Washington: "To bo prepared for war la
the most effectual means of preserving
peace."
WASTED TO A SHADOW.
But Found a Care After Fifteen
Yeare of Sufferlna.
A. H. Stotts, messenger at the State
Capitol, Columbus, 0., says:
"For fifteen years I had kidney trou
bles, and though I
doctored faithfully,
could not find a
cure. I had heavy
backaches, dizzy
headaches and ter
rible urinary 'dis
orders. One'day I
collapsed, fell in
sensible on the
sidewalk, and then
wasted away in
bed for ten weeks.
After being given up, I began using
Kona's Kidney rills. In n couple of
i imontha I regained my old health, and
himw tv-jlgb 18S pounds. Twelve boxes
• did it. aud 1 have been well two
| lyears.”
. Sold by nil dealers. 50 cents a box.
'Foster-lllllnirti Co.. Itnffnlo. \*. V.
They Practiced What He Preached.
"When Ellison Capers, bishop of South
Carolina, was rector of Christ church. In
Orcenvllic, he would often go to other
I .cities to preach, for his powerful eloquence
| made h’.m sought after."
The speaker, a resident of Columbia.
M smiled and resumed:
"Bishop (tapers in those days had an ItT
clslve way with him. One Sunday he
preached in a parish where he chose for
8 his subject. 'Economy.'
“At the end of the service, a couple of
prominent vestrymen congratulated tho
bishop.
" Your sermon on economy, sir,' they
said, 'was a very sens'ble discourse.’
" Thanks,’ said the bishop. ‘It seems to
have been appreciated, judging from the
appearance of tho collection.’ ”
Deafness Cannot be Cured
by local applications, as they cannot reach
toe diseased portion of, the ear. There Is
only one way to cure deafness, and that Is
I.v constitutional remedies. Deafness la
caused by an Inflamed condition of the uiu
cocs lining of the Eustachian Tube. When
this tube Is Inflamed you have a rumbling
sound or Imperfect hearing, and when It is
« ntirely closed. Deafness is the result, and
unless the Inflammation can be taken out
and this tnbe restored to its normal condi
tion. hearing will be destroyed forever;
nice cases out of ten are caused by Ca
t ;ii t h. which Is nothing but an luflamed eon
c'tlnu of the mucous surfaces.
We will give One Hundred Dollars for
any case of Deafness (caused by catarrh)
, ttint cannot be cured by Hall’s Catarrh
"'urc. Send for circulars, free.
F J. CHENEY & CO.. Toledo, O.
coid by Druggists, 75c.
Vu-e Hull's Family Fills for constipation.
( —. * ♦ 1 — ■ ■ ■
Tho Women.
From the Minneapolis Journal.
Japanese women gild their teeth.
In Greenland women paint their faces
blue and yellow.
The ladles of Arabia stain their Angers
and toes red.
In India the women of three high castes
paint their teeth black.
Borneo women dye the hair In fantastic
colors—pink, green, blue and scarlet.
A Hindu bride Is anointed from head to
foot with grease and saffron.
J n New Holland scars, made carefully
with shells, form elaborate patterns on
the ladies’ fac?s.
iu some South American tribes thf
wemon draw the front teeth, esteeming as
an ornament the black gap thus made..
In New Guinea the ladles wear nose
rings. piercing the nose in the same" fiend
ish way that civilized women pierce the
tars.
Twu bottles of Piso's Core for Coa*
euuiprlon cured ms of s tarribl# rough —
Fred Hermann. 209 Boi avenue. Buffalo.
'S. Y. 8*ot 24 1901.
Stopped Car to Save a Dove.
From the New York Sun.
The passengers In a crowded Twenty
' third street car the other day felt th€
i brakes applied with such suddenness that
j only a few of the straphangers withstood
' the jar. Then they saw the motorman
I Jump from the platform and kneel In
I front of the car. Those who could make
I their way out did so. and wore surprised
I to sec the motorman stroking the feathers
of a mother dove that sat near the trolley
slot with a little one under her wing.
"I've never taken a life yet," he ex
plained as ho placed them on the curb,
out of harm's way, "and I don't propose
to start with a tame dove.”
Wanted to Save Interest.
Daniel Webster, the famous Ameri
can statesman, once dined with an old
Boston merchant, and when they came
to the wine a dusty old bottle was
carefully opened by the servant and
passed to the host. Taking the bottle,
he filled Webster's glass and handed
It to him. Then pouring out another
for himsilf, he held it to the light and
said:
"How do you like it,” Mr. Webster?”
”1 think it's a fine specimen of old
port.”
•"Now can you guess what It cost
me?” asked the host.
"Surely not," said Webster. "I only
know that it is excellent.”
"Well, now -I can tell you, for I
made a careful estimate the other day.
When I add the Interest to the first
price, I find that It cost me the sum of
just 5 shillings per glass.”
"Good gracious! You don't say so!”
cried Webster. And then, draining his
glass, says a biographer, he presented
It again, with the remark:
"Fill It up again as quick as you can,
for I want to stop that confounded
'nterest!”
Convincing Evidence.
Wlnthrop, Cal., Nov. 20.—-(Speclnl.1
—A plain anti straightforward story
Is always the most convincing. And
that is what has Impressed us most in
reading the testimonials In regard to
Dodd’s Kidney Pills. The experience
told by Davis Lewis of tills place bears
ttic ring and stamp of truth upon It.
lie says:
“I was troubled for six months with
dull, heavy pains In the small of my
back; sometimes it passed Into my
stomach, at other times up between
my shoulders. When It was In my
stomach I was doubled up, and hardly
know what to do for the pain. I was
advised to take all kinds of remedies,
ami did so, but without getting any re
lief. Then some one told me to try
(I)odd’s Kidney Pills. I got a box and
began taking them. The first few
doses gave me relief; by the time I
had finished them all the pain was
gone and I have been well ever since.”
A Queen's Cradle.
From the Minneapolis Journal.
The recent sale ot relics of Mary
Queen of Scots reminds one of many
other memorials of the beautiful and
Ill-fated queen which have survived
to our time and which aro most jeal
ously treasured. It Is not long since n
harp which had once been hers excited
keen competition In Edinburgh and
was purchased by the Antiquarian
museum authorities for $4,250. Of this
harp Miss Strickland tells an Interest
ing story. When on a hunting excur
sion In the highlands of Perthshire In
1603, Mary, then a radiant girl of 21,
offered her. harp as a prize to the mu
sician who' could play most skillfully
and sweetly on tt, and when the verdict
was given in favor of Miss Beatrix
Gardyn of Banchory the young queen
presented the prize to her with the
pretty compliment: "You alone are
worthy to possess the harp you touch
so well.”
The' very cradle In which James V.’s
:"lovely and luckless" child was rocked
as an Infant Is still In existence, For
nearly a century this cradle of carve,?
oak was completely loBt to sight, and
It was naturally assumed that It had
been destroyed.
About the year 1820, however, a col
lector of antique furniture chanced to
see a woman rocking her child In a
very ancient and dilapidated cradle In
a cottage near the ancient palace.
“What are ye doing?” he exclaimed
to the woman, “jumbling your balm’s
brains In a thing like that?"
“Eh, mon!" the mother answered
proudly, “do you ken that was once
the queen's own cradle?”
“Ye'll be askin' a lot for It?” con
tinued' the collector.
“Indeed. I wouldna tak' a poun' not’
for It,” was the decisive answer; nnd
before long the priceless rello had
changed hands, at a price, however,
considerably In excess of the pound de
manded.
PASSING OF PORRIDGE.
Make* Way for the Better Food of a
Better Bay.
“Porridge Is no longer used for
breakfast in my home,” writes a loyal
Britain from Huntsville, Out, This was
an admission of no small significance
to one ‘brought up’ on the time-hou
ored stand-by.
"One month ago," she continues, “I
bought a package of Grape-Nuts food
for nty husband, who had been an In
valid for over a year. He hud passed
through a severe attack of pneumonia
and la grippe combined, nnd was left
In a very bad condition when they
passed away.
“I tried everything for his benefit,
but nothing seemed to do him any
good. Month followed month and he
still remained as weak as ever. 1 was
almost discouraged about him when
I got the Grape-Nuts, but the result
has compensated me for my anxiety,
“In the one month that he has eaten
Grape-Nuts lie has gained 10 pounds In
weight, his strength is rapidly return
ing to him, nnd he feels like a new
man. Now we all eat Grape-Nuts
food, and are the better for it. Our
little 5-yenr-old boy, who used to suf
fer pains in the stomach after eating
the old-fashioned porridge, lias no
more trouble since he began to use
Grape-Nuts, nnd I have no more doc
tor's bills to pay for him.
"We use Grape-Nuts with only
‘sweet cream, and find it the most
.tnsty dish in>our bill of fare.
; “Last Monday I ate 4 teaspoonfuls
'of Grape-Nuts nnd cream for break
fast, nothing else, then set to work
nnd got my morning's work done by 9
o'clock, aud felt less tired, much
stronger, than if I bad made my break
fast on meat, potatoes, etc., as 1 used
,to. I wouldn’t be without Gn»pe-Nuta
In the house for any money." Name
given by Posttim Co., Battle Creek,
Mich. There’s a reason,
j Bead th» little book. “The Bond u,
j WellvlHe,” in pkga.
CHAPTER XLI.—Continued.
"Thill we cannot; 'twill be over the
horses’ ears. The beasts will drown them
selves and us as well."
How we should have argued it out T do
not know, for just then Jennifer's horse,
scenting the troop mounts on the farther
shore, cocked tail and ears, let out a
squealing neigh, and fell to curveting and
plunging in a racket that might have
stood for the splashlngs of an advancing
army.
In a twinkling the oulpost camp was
astir and a bellowing hail came to us
across the water. Having no answer, the
troopers began to let off their pieces hap
hazard in the darkness; and with the
singing zip of the first musket ball, Rich
ard went battle mad, as he always did In
tho face of danger.
"At them:” he thunderpd, clapping
spurs to his jaded beast and whipping out
the great claymore; and so we charged,
the forlornest hope that ever fell upon an
enemy.
How' we came ashore alive through the
gun-fire Is one of those mysteries to which
every battle adds its quota; but the poor
beasts we rode were not so lucky. Jen
nifer's horse went down while we were
yet some yards from the bank; and mine
fell a moment later. To face a score of
waiting enemies afoot was too much for
even Richard's rash courage; so when
we were free of the struggling horses we
promptly dove for shelter under the up
stream bank.
Here the darkness stood our friend; and
when tho redcoat troopers came down to
the river’s edge with torches to see what
had become of us, we took advantage of
the noise they made and stole away up
stream till a shelving beach gave us leave
to climb to the valley level above.
Richard shook himself like a water
soaked spaniel and laughed grimly.
"Well, here we are, safe across, horse
less and well belike to freeze to death,”
he commented. “What next?"
I made him a bow. "You are on my de
mesne of Appleby Hundred, Captain Jen
nifer, and It shall go hard with us If we
cannot find a lire to warm a guest and a
horse to mount him withal. I<et us go to
the manor house and see what we can dis
cover."
He entered at once Into the spirit of
tho jest, and together we trudged the
scant mile through the stubble fields to my
old roof-tree. As you would guess, we
looked to find the manor house turned Into
an outpost headquarters; but now we
were desperate enough to face anything,
Howbelt, not to rush blindly Into the
jaws of a trap, we first routed out the old
black majordomo at the negro quarters;
and when wre learned from him that the
great house was quite deserted, we took
possession and had the black make us a
rousing fire In the kitchen arch. Nay,
more; when we had steamed ourselves a
little dry, we had old Anthony stew and
grill for us, and fetch us a bottle of that
madetra of my father’s laying In.
“A toast!" cried Richard, when the bot
tle came, springing to his feet with the
glass held high. "To the dear lady pf Ap
pleby Hundred, and may she forgather
with the man she loves best, be It you, or
I, or another. Jack Ireton!"
We drank It standing; and after would
sit before the fire, havering like two love
sick school boys over the charms of that
dear lady to whom one of us was less
than naught, and to whom the other could
be but naught whilst that first one lived.
You will smile, my dears, that we should
come to this when, but a short hour be
fore, one of us had been bent upon slay
ing the other for MLstress Margery's sake.
But the human heart is many-sided; not
ably That heart the soldier carries. And
though I looked not to live beyond the
setting of another sun, I was glad to my
finger tips to have this last loving cup
with my dear lad. I thought It would
nerve me bravely for what must come —
and so It did, though ot as I prefigured.
We were still sitting thus before the
kitchen arch when the dawn began to dim
the firelight, and the work of the new day
confronted us. Pinned down, old An
thony confessed that some two or three
horses of the Appleby Hundred stables
had escaped the hands of the foragers of
both sides; and two of these he fetched
for us. Of the twain one chanced to be
Biuckstar, the good beast which had car
ried me from New Berne in the spring;
and so I had my own horse betwixt my
knees when I set Dick a mile on the road
to Salisbury, and bade hltn farewell.
Ills last word to me was one of generous
caution.
"Remember, Jack; ‘haste, haste, post
haste' is your watchword. There will be
other couriers in from the battle field at
King's mountain; and you must hang and
fire your news-petard and vanish before
they come to betray you."
"Trust me," said 1, evasively; and so we
parted, he to gallop eastward, and I to
charge down peaceably upon the British
outpost we had set abuzz in the small
hours of the night.
XLII.
IN WHICH MY LORD HAS 11 IS
MARCHING ORDERS.
Though I had passed out of the British
lines less than a week before In decent
good odor, save for Colonel Tarleton's 111
word, 1 met with nothing like the wel
come at the outpost camp that a king's
courier had a right to expect.
The captain in command was not the
one who had passed me out. He was a
surly brute of the Yorkshire breed; and
when he had heard that I was an express
rider from Major Ferguson, he was pleased
to demand my papers.
To this I must needs make answer that
I carried no written dispatches; that my
news was for the commander in chief’s
private ear. Tilts I told my Yorkshire
pig, demanding to be sent, under guard
if he chose, to the headquarters in Char
lotte.
But Captain Nobbut would hear to no
such reasonable proposal. On the con
trary, he would hold me in arrest till he
could report me and have instructions
from his colonel.
Knowing what a stake it was I
rode for, you may imagine how this
day in durance ate into me like a
canker. With ordinary diligence the
trooper w'ho carried the news of me
should have gone to Charlotte by way of
; Queensborough and returned by noon.
But being of the same surly breed with
his captain, ’twas full three of the clock
before he came ambling back with an or
der to set me forthwith upon the road to
headquarters.
Once free of the camp of detention you
may be sure I put Blackstar to his best
paces; but hasten as 1 would it was com
ing on to evening when I passed the inner
safety line and galloped down the high
j street of the town.
As luck would have it, the first familiar
face 1 saw' was that of Charles Stedman.
, the commissary general. On my inquiry
, he directed me straight.
“My lord is at supper at Mr. Stair’s.
Have you news, captain?”
f I drewr breath of relief. Happily the loss
of the day had not made me the bearer
of stale tidings. So I made answer with
proper reticence, saying that I had news,
but it w'as for Lord Cornwallis’ ear first
of all. None the less, if the commissary
general were pleased to coma with me—
j He took the hint at once; and he it was
•twho urocured me Instant admittance to
the house, and. who took on himself the
responsibility of breaking In upon the
party in the supper room.
I sha^l not soon forget the scene that
! fronted us when we came into my lord’s
| presence. The supper was in some sort
i a g;i!a feast held in honor of my lord’s
! accession to his earldom. The table,
, lighted by great silver candelabra which
1 recognized as Ireton heirlooms, was
well filled around by the members of the
eomniander-in-chief’s military family,
i with the earl at the head, and Mistress
Margery, bedight as befitted a lady of the
! quality, behind' the tea urn at the foot.
At our Incoming all eyes were turned
i upon us, but it required my lord’s"sharp
question to make me leave off dwelling
upon my sweet lady’s radiant beauty.
"How now, Captain Ireton? Do you
bing us news from the major?"
I broke the fascinating eyehold and
turned slowly to face my fate.
"I <lo, my lord."
"Well, what of him? You left him has
tening to rejoin witn his new loyalist
levies, I hope?”
I drew my sword, reversed It and laid
it upon the table.
"May all the enemies of the common
weath be even as he is, my lord," I said,
quietly.
Now, truly, I had hanged my petard
well and ’twas plain the shock of it had
gone far to shatter the wall of confidence
our enemies had builded on the field of
Camden and elsewhere. Had a hand
grenade with the fuse alight been dropped
upon the table, the consternation could
scarce have been greater. To a man the
tableful was up and thronging round me;
but above all the hubbub 1 beard a little
cry of misery from the table foot where
my lady sat.
"How is this, sir?—explain yourself!"
thundered my lord, forgetting for once
his mild suavity.
“ ‘Tis but a brief tale, and I will make
It as crisp as may be in the telling," I re
plied. "I came upon the major some miles
this side of the crossing of the Broad.
He was marching to rejoin you, in ac
cordance with his orders. But when he
had your lordships command to stand
and fight, he obeyed."
"My command?—but I gave him no such
order!”
“Nay, truly, you did not—neither in the
original nor In the duplicate, my lord. But
when we had waylaid Lieutenant Tybee
and quenched the duplicate, and had so
amended the original as to make it fit
our purpose, the brave major thanked you
for what you had not done and made his
stand to await the upcoming of the over
mountain men."
For a moment I thought they would
hew me limb from limb, but my lord
quelled the fierce outburst with a word.
"Put up your swords, gentlemen. We
shall know how to deal with this traitor,"
he said. And then to me: "Go on, sir, if
you please; there has been a battle, as I
take It?"
"There has, Indeed. The mountain men
came up with us in the afternoon of the
Saturday. In an hour one-third of the
major's force was dead or dying, the ma
jor himself was slain, and every living
man left on the field, was a prisoner.’’
Again a dozen swords hissed from their
scabbards, and again I heard the little cry
of misery from the table foot. I bowed
my head, looking momently to pay the
penalty; but once more my lord put the
swords aside.
"Let us have a clean breast of it this
time. Captain Ireton," he said. "You
know well what you have- earned, and
nothing you can ray will make it better
or worse for you. Was this your purpose
in making your submission to me?"
"It was."
"And you have been a rebel from the
first?”
I met the cold anger in the womanish
eyes as a condemned man might.
“I have, my lord—since the day nine
years agone when I learned that your
king’s minions had hanged my father In
the Regulation."
"Then it was a farrago of lies you told
me about your adventures in the western
mountains?"
"Not wholly. It was your lordship’s
good pleasure to send succors of powder
and load to your allies, the western sav
ages. I and three others followed Cap
tain Falconnet and his Indians, and I
have the honor to report that we over
took and exploded them with their own
powder cargo."
And Captain Sir Francis Falconnet
with them?"
"[ do so hope and trust, my lord "
He turned short on his heel, and for a
moment a silence as of death fell upon
the loom. 1 hen he took the Ferar from
the table and sought to break it over his
knee; but the good blade, like the cause
It stood for, bent like a withe and would
not snap.
"Put this spy in irons and clear the
room," he ordered sharply. And this is
how the little drama ended: with the
supper guests crowding to the door; with
my lord pacing back and forth at the
table head; with two sergeants bearing
me away to await, where and how I
knew not, the word which should efface
me.
XLHI.
IN’ WHICH I DRINK A DISH OF TEA
Being without specific orders what to
do with me, my two sergeant bailiffs
thrust me into that little den of a
strong-room below stairs where I had
once found the master of the house,
and one of them mounted guard whilst
the other fetched the camp armorer to
iron me.
The shackles securely on, I was left
to content me as I could, with the door
ajar and my two Jailers hobnobbing be
fore it. Having done all I hud hoped
to do, there was nothing for it now
but to wait upon the consequences. So,
hitching my chair up to the oaken
table, I made a pillow of my fettered
wrists and presently fell adoze.
I know not what hour of the night it
was when the half-blood Seipio, who
was Mr. Gilbert Stair's body-servaiit.
came In and roused me. I started up
suddenly at his touch, making no
doubt It was my summons. But the
mulatto brought me nothing worse
than a cold fowl and a loaf, with a
candle-end to see to eat them by, and
a dish of hot tea to wash them down.
I knew well enough whom I had to
thank for this, and was set wondering
that my lady's charity was broad
enough to mantle even by this little my
latest sins against the king’s cause.
None the less. I ate and drank grateful
ly, draining the tea-dish to the dregs—
. which, by the by, were strangely bitter.
I had scarce finished picking the
1 bones of the capon before sleep came
again to drag at my eyelids, a drowsl
j ness so masterful that I could make no
head against it. And so, with the bitter
taste of the tea still on my tongue, I
fell away a second time into the pit of
forgetfulness.
When I awakendd from what seemed
in the memory of it the most unresting
sleep I ever had. it was no longer night,
| and I was stretched upon the oaken
: settle in that same lumber garret where
I had been bedded through that other
night of hiding. So much I saw at the
waking glance; and then I realized,
vaguely at first, but presently with,
startling emphasis, that it was the
westering sun which was shining In at
the high roof windows, that the
shackles were still on, and that my
temples were throbbing with a most
skull-splitting headache.
Being fair agasp with astonishment
at this new spinning of fate’s wheel, I
sprang up quickly—and was as quickly
glad to fall back upon the pallet. For
with the upstart a heaving nausea
came to supplement the headache, and
for a long time I lay bat-blind and sick
as any landsman in his first gale at
sea.
The sunlight was fading from the
! high windows, and I was deep sunk in
a sick man’s megrims, before aught
I came to disturb the silence of the eob
' webbed garret. From nausea and rack
| 'ng pains I had come to the stage of
I querulous self-piety. 'Twas monstrous,
this burying a man alive, ill, fettered,
uncared for, to live or die in utter soli
tude as might happen. I could not re
motely guess to whom I owed this dis
mal fate, and was too petulant to spec
ulate upon it. But the meddler, friend
1 or foe, who had bereft me of my chance
to die whilst I was fit and ready, came
in for a Turkish cursing—the curse1
that calls down in all the Osmnnli vari
ants the same pangs in duplicate upon
the banned one.
It was in the ‘midst of one of these
impotent fits of malediction that the
wainscot door was opened and closed
softly, and light footsteps tiptoed to
my bedside. I shut my eyes wilfully
when a voice low and tender asked:
"Are you awake. Monsieur John?"
I hope you will hold me forgiven, my
dears, if I confess that" what with the
nausea and the headache, the fetters
and ihe solitude, I was rabid enough
to rail at her. 'Twas so near dusk in
the ill-lighted garret that I could not
see how she took it; but she let me
know by word of mouth.
“Merci, monsieur,” she said, icily.
And then: “Gratitude does not seem
to bo amongst your gifts.”
"Gratitude! Mayhap you will tell me
what it is 1 have to be grateful for.
All I craved was the chance to die as
a soldier should, and some one must
! needs spoil me of that!”
I “Selfish—selfish always and to the
last,” she murmured. “Do you never
give a moment's thought to the feel
ings of others, Captain Ireton?"
This was past all endurance,
"If I had not, should I be here this
moment?” I raved. “You do make me
; sicker than I was, my lady.”
"Yet I say you are selfish,” she in
sisted. “What have I done that you
should come here to have yourself
hanged for a spy?”
"Let us have plain speech, in God’s
name, ’ I retorted. “You know well
enough there was no better way in
which I could serve you?” i
"Do I. indeed, mon ami?" she flashed
out. "Let me tell you sir, had she ever
j a blush of saving pride, Margery Stair
—or Margery Ireton, if you like that
better—would kill you wdth her own
hand rather than have it said her hus
band died upon a gallows!”
A sudden light broke in upon me and
I went blind in the horror of it.
“God in heaven!” I gasped; “’twas
you. then? I do believe you poisoned
me in that dish of tea you sent me last
night! ”
She laughed a bitter little laugh that
I hated to think on afterward,
i “You have a most chivalrous soul,1
Captain Ireton. I do not wonder you
are so fierce to shake it free of ths
poor body of clay.”
"But you do not deny it!” I cried.
"Of what use would it be? I have
said that I would not have you die
shamefully on the gallows; so I may;
as well confess to the poppy-juice in
the tea. Tell me, Monsieur John; was1
it nasty bitter?” I
“Good Lord!” I groaned; “are you a!
woman, or a fiend?” i
"Either, or both, as you like to hold!
me, sir. But come what might, I said’
you should not die a felon’s death. Andl
you have not, as yet.”
"Better a thousand times the ropai
and tree than that I should rot by
inches here with you to sit by and
gird at me. Ah, my lady, you are hav-'
ing your revenge of me.”
"Merci, encore. Shall I go away and
leave you?” I
"No, not that.” A cold sweat broke
out upon me in a sudden childish hor
ror of the solitude and the darkness and
the fetters. And then I added: "But
'twould be angel kindness if you would
leave off torturing me. I am but a
man, dear lady, and a sick man at
that.”
All in a flash her mood changed and
she bent to lay a cool palm on my
throbbing temples.
"Poor Monsieur John!” she said soft
ly; "I meant not to make you suffer
more, but rather less." Then she found
water and a napkin to wring out and
bind upon my aching head.
At the touch and the word of woman
ly sympathy I forgot all, and the love
madness came again to blot out the
very present memory of how she had
brought me to this.
"Ah, that is better—better,” I sighed,
when the pounding hammers in my
temples gave me some surcease of the
agony.
"Then you forgive me?” she asked,
whether jestingly or in earnest I could
not tell.
“There is none so much to forgive,” I
replied. "One hopeless day last sum
mer I put my life in pledge to you;
and you—in common justice you have
the right to do what you like wdth it.”
(Continued Next Week.)
Formation of Gold Nuggets.
Mines and Minerals: Th'U gold is
formed from solution is generally rec
ognized. The miner receives the the
ory because it explains the making of
gold to him, but he often wonders how
it is done, so here is what has been
seen: Daintree once prepared a solu
tion of gold and left in it a small piece
of metallic gold. * Accidentally a small
piece of wood fell into the solution; the
solution decomposed, the gold assumed
a metallic state and collected and held
to the small piece of undissolved gold,
which increased in size. Another in
vestigator heard of this and made a
dilute gold solution, in which he im
| mersed a piece of iron pyrites and left
it there a month. He added also or
ganic matter, and at the month’s end
the pyrites were covered with a film
of metallic gold. Pyrites and galena
were ijext tried, and each was covered
, with gold. Gold, copper pyrites, arse
nical pyrites, galena, wolfram were al
so tried, with similar results. Metallic
j precipitates were tried, and while they
threw down the gold as a metallic pow
der they did not cause it to cohere
nor to plate any of the substances
; tried. Organic matter thus seined the
| necessary chemical agent. Through
the wood used in these experiments
i gold was disseminated in fine particles.
: Imagine these experiments conducted
by nature through ages and the result
| could be a nugget. __
The Sunken Rock.
From Ernest Thompson Seton’s
"Fable and Woodmyth" in the Decem
ber Century: "X positively decline to
have that young Cllppercut in my
house again. His influence on my son
Is most dangerous.”
"Why, my friend, he is far from be
ing a bad fellow. He has his follies. I
admit, but how unlike such really vic
ious men as Grogster, Cardflip, and
Ponyback!”
•’Sir. the only danger of a sunken
rock is that it la not sunk deep
enough." j
A Troublesome Errand.
From the Saturday Evening Post.
"John,” said Mrs. Bassett, as they set at
breakfast in their pretty suburban home,
"we must have a new hoe. Shail I order'
one from Moneymaker’s by maid, or will
jjcu go up there today and get one?”
*‘I’ll go up there and get it, my dear. Ar
hoe is rather an important Implement, and
3hould be carefully selected.”
At noon, therefore, Mr. Bassett went up
town to Moneymaker’s department store,
and inquired of the affable floorwalker
where he might find liccs.
Street floor, third aisle to the left.” was
the reply, and John Bassett marched on,
thinking how much more methodically a
man shops than a woman.
But when he reached the counter he saw
nothing but stockings.
"I beg pardon,” he said to the pompa
doured saleslady, "I was mistakenly di
rected. I wish to see hoes.”
"Right here, sir,” said the pompadoured
one. "Twenty-five cents a pair."
"Oh," sail! Mr. Bassett, a light breaking; )
in on him. "I don’t mean that kind of*
hose. I mean just common, ordinary
hoes.”
( "These are the cheapest we have, sir.,
Twenty-five cents a pair.”
"But I mean hoes; I don’t want a pair.
I only wrant one.”
The girl stared.
"We never separate a pair of hose, sir.”
‘If you did, would they bo half-hose?”
said Bassett, unable to quell his humorous
instinct.
Again the salesgirl stared haughtily and
Mr. Bassett hastened to add: "I beg your
pardon. I’m sure. But I don’t mean this
kind of hose at all. I mean garden hoes.”
' ' \ou could wear this kind in the gar
den.’ said the girl accommodatingly, and
Bassett turned away in despair.
Book here,” he said to a fioor-walker,
can t you tell me W'here to find hoes,
harden hoes, you know, to use in the
country—in a small garden.”
Certainly, sir. You’ll find w?hat you
want in the basement, at the foot of these
stairs.”
Downstairs Bassett marched, and. after
arriving at the department indicated,
found himself surrounded by a fine as
sortment of reels of rubber hose.
“Where can I find hoes?” he exclaimed,
gazing at the clerk in exasperation.
Right here, sir. Will you have black
rubber, brown rubber, or electric hose?"
“Not that kind; I mean hoes, for a gar
den, you know.”
"Yes, sir. This Is our best garden hose.”
John Bassett looked at the clerk.
“Never mind,” he said; "I’ve decided I
don’t w'ant to look at hoes, after ail. I’m
going to buy a rake.”
‘Irs. WIrslow’3 hooramo syrup Tor ChUdrai
i teething; softens the gums, reducea mfGmmaucn pi
'eys pain, cures wind noiin. 2.r» cent- a oottis
Educating Future Diggers.
From the San Antonio Express.
Governor Magoon proposes to construct
forty little red schoolhouses in the canal
zone. After the canal zone has got plenty
of school houses and churches and the
aters and other paraphernalia, perhaps
somebody may be persuaded to begin the
construction of a canal, and then, in the
course of time, there may be a practical
exemplification of "the earth divided and
the world united.”
Racing Deafens Chauffeurs.
From the Philadelphia Bulletin.
He had done in his 110 liorse-power car a
mile in 39 seconds. ,
"Congratulations," said a young girl, a#
he got out.
"What?” said he.
"Congratulations."
He smiled and shook his head. "What?”
"I said ‘Congratulations.’ What is tha
matter with you? Are you deaf?”
But again he failed to hear her.
"In a few hilnutes,” he said, "I’ll be alb
right. I suppose It was the noise of the;
motor or the swift going—at any rate, I
am enveloped in the most terrific tumult—*
a roar like the winds of a hundred storms—
and I can’t hear a word you say.
"I am always like this after a race,”:
he continued. "For fifteen minutes or so L
am as deaf as a post. Then gradually that
roaring In my cars subsides and I begin to»
‘distinguish the sounds that occur around;
me. I see now lips moving and mouth,
a-Jump, but 1 hear not a wprd.
"All men that rdee in Heavy, powerful,
.■“detonating cars are deaf, like me, at their
Iraces’ end. I am unaware, though, of any:
chauffeur whose hearing has been perm*
‘nently injured by racing."
Forgot Her Fatigue.
She said, "I am weary,
I cannot make my bed,
Nor help with the preserving,
Nor dust the room,” she said.
And, leaping from the hammock,
She seized her bag of sticks,
And did the eighteen holes in just
Exactly ninety-six.
—Philadelphia Bulletin.
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