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11[ 15he Deluge
Soon Anita appeared—preceded nnd
heralded by a faint rustling from soft
and clinging skirts, that swept my
nerves like a love tune. I suppose for
all men there Is a charm, a spell,beyond
expression, In the sight of a delicate,
beautiful young woman, especially If
she be dressed in those tine fabrics that
look as If only a fairy loom could have
woven them; and when a man loves
the woman who bursts upon his vision,
that spell must overwhelm him, espec
ially If he be such a man as was 1 —
a product of life’s roughest factories,
hard and harsh, an elbower and a
trampler, a hustler and a bluffer. Then
: you must also consider the exact cir
cumstances—X standing there, with de
struction hanging over me, with the
sense that within a few hours I should
be a pariah to her, a masquerader strip
ped of his disguise and cast out from
the ball where he had been making
so merry and so free. Only a few
j hours more! Perhaps now was the last
time I should ever stand so near to
her! The full realization of all this
swallowed me up as in a great, thick,
black mist. And my arms strained to
escape from my tightly locked hands,
, strained to seize her, to snatch from
j her, reluctant though she might be, at
i least some part of the happiness that
was to be denied me.
I think my torment must have some
how penetrated to her. For she was
sweet and friendly—and she could not
have hurt me worse! If I had followed
my Impulse I should have fallen at her
feet and burled my face, scorching. In
the folds of that pale blue, faintly
shimmering robe of hors.
“Do throw away that huge, hideous
cigar," she said, laughing. And she
took two cigarettes from the box, put
both between her lips, lit them, held
one toward me. I looked at her face,
and along her smooth, bare, out
stretched arm, and at the pink, slender
fingers holding the cigarette. I took It
j as If I were afraid tho spell would be
j broken, should my fingers touch hers.
| Afraid—that’s it! That’s why I didn’t
j pour out all that was in m# heart. I
| deserved to lose her.
i hi laKing you uiviiy rrom me rim
ers," I said. We could hear the mur
mur of many voices and of music. In
fancy I could see them assembled
round the little card tables—the well
fed bodies, the well-cared-for sldns,
the elaborate toilets, the useless Jew
eled hands—comfortable, secure, self
satisfied, idle, always idle, always play
ing at the Imitation games—like their
own pampered children, to be sheltered
In fbc nurseries of wealth their whole
lives through. And not at all In bit
terness, but wholly In sadness, a sense
of the injustice, the unfairness of it
all—a sense that had been strong In
me In my youth but blunted during the
years of my busy prosperity—returned
for a moment. For a moment only;
my mind was soon back to realities—
to her and me—to "us." How soon It
j would never be "us” again!
"They're mamma's friends," Anita
I was answering. “Oldish and tiresome,
i When you leave I shall go straight on
up to bed.”
I “I'd like to—to see your room—where
you live,” said I, more to myself than
i to her.
"I sleep In a bare little box,” she re
plied with a laugh. "It's like a cell. A
friend of ours who has the anti-germ
fad insisted on it. But my sitting room
, Isn't so bad.”
i "Langdon has the anti-germ fad,"
! said I.
She answered “Yes” after a pause,
J and In such a strained voice that I
j looked at her. A flush was Just dying
out of her face. “He was the friend
I spoke of.” she went on.
“You know him very well?” I asked.
"We’ve known him—always,” said
she. "I think he’s one of my earliest
recollections. His father's summer
place and ours adjoin. And once—I
guess It's the first time I remember
seeing him—he was a freshman at
Harvard, and he came along on a horse
past the pony cart In which a groom
was driving me. And I—I was very lit
tle then—I begged him to take me up,
and he did. 1 thought he was the
greatest, most wonderful man that ever
lived.” She laughed queerly. “When I
said my prayers, I used to imagine a
god that looked like him to say them
to."
I echoed her laugh heartily. The
Idea of Mowbray Langdon as a god
struck me as peculiarly funny, though
natural enough, too.
"Absurd, wasn’t It?” said she. But
her face was grave, and she let her
cigarette die out.
“I guess you know him better than
that now?”
"Yes—better," she answered, slowly
and absently. “He’s—anything but a
god!”
Ana tne more fascinating on that
account,” said I. "I wonder why wom
en like best the really bad, dangerous
sort of man, who hasn’t any respect
for them, or for anything.”
I said this that she might protest,
at least for herself. But her answer
was a vague, musing, "I wonder—I
wonder.”
“I’m sure you wouldn't,” I protested
earnestly, for her.
She looked at me queerly.
"Can I never convince you that I’m
Just a woman?” said she mockingly.
“Just a woman, and one a man with
your ideas of women would fly from.”
”1 wish you were!” I exclaimed.
"Then—I’d not find It so—so impossible
to give you up,”
She rose and made a slow tour of
the room, halting on the rug before the
closed fireplace a few feet from me.
I sat looking at her.
"I am going to give you up,” I said
at last.
Her eyes, staring Into vacancy, grew
larger and intenser witli each long,
deep breath she took.
”1 didn’t intend to say what I'm
about to say—at least, not this even
ing," I went on, and to me it seemed to
he some other than myself who was
speaking. "Certain things happened
down town today that have set me to
thinking. And—I shall do whatever I
can for yeur brother and your father.
But you—you are free!”
She went to the table, stood there In
profile to me, straight and slender as
a sunflower stalk. She traced the sil
ver chasings in the lid of the cigArette
box with her forefinger; then she took
a cigarette and began rolling It slowly
and absently.
"Please don't scent and stain your
fingers with that filthy tobacco,” said
I rather harshly.
"And only this afternoon you
were saying you had become recon
ciled to my vice—that you had
canonized it along with me—wasn’t that
your phrase?" Tills indifferently, with
out turning toward me. and as If she
were thinking of something else.
"So I have," retorted I. “But my
mood—please oblige me this once."
She let the clgaret full into" the tx>x.
closed the lid gently, leaned against tne
table, folded her arms unon her bosom
J and looked full nt me. I wan an acutely
conscious of her every movement, of the
very coming and going of the breath at
her nostrils, as a man on the operating
table Is conscious of the slightest ges
ture of the surgeon.
"You ore—suffering!” she said, and
her voice w as like the flow of oil upon
a burn. "I have never seen you like
this. 1 didn't believe you capable of—
of much feeling.”
I could not trust myself to speak. If
Hob Corey could have looked In on that
scene, could have understood It. how
amazed he would have been!
"What happened dow'n town today?”
she went on. "Tell me, If I may know.”
"I'll tell you what I didn't think, ten
minutes ago, I'd tell any human being,”
snld 1. "They've got me strapped down
In the press. At ten o’clock In the morn
ing—precisely nt ten—they're going to
put on the screws.” I laughed. "I
guess they’ll have me squeezed pretty
dry before noon.”
She shivered.
“So, you see,” I continued, "I don’t
deserve any credit for giving you up. 1
only anticipate you by about twenty
four hours. Mine's a death-bed repent
ance.”
"I'd thought of that,” said she re
flectively. Presently she added: "Then,
It Is true.” And I knew Sammy had
given her some hint that prepared her
for my confession.
"Yes—I can't go blustering through
the matrimonial market," replied I.
"Ive been thrown out. I'm a beggar at
the gates."
"A beggar at the gates," she mur
mured.
I got up and stood looking down at
her.
"Don't pity me!” I snld. "My re
mark was a figure of speech. I want
no alms. I wouldn't take even you as
alms. They’ll probably get me down,
and stamp the life out of me—nearly.
Hut not quite—don’t you lose sight of
that. They can’t kill me, and they can’t
tame me. I'll recover, and I'll strew
the street with their blood and broken
bones.”
She drew In her breath sharply.
"And a minute ago I was almost lik
ing you!” she exclaimed.
I retreated to my chair and gave her
a smile that must have been grhn.
"Your ideas of life and of men are
like a cloistered nun’s,” said I. "If
there are any real men among your ac
quaintances, you may find out some
day that they're not much like lapdogs
as they pretend—and that you wouldn’t
like them, if they were.”
"What—just what—happened to you
down town today—after you left me?"
"A friend of mine has been luring me
into a trap—why, I can't quite fathom.
Today he sprang the trap and ran
away.”
A iriena or yours:
"The man we were talking about—
your ex-god—Langdon.”
"Langdon,” she repeated, and her
tone told me that Sammy knew and
had hinted to her more than I sus
pected him of knowing. And, with her
arms RtiU folded, she paced up and
down the room. I watched her slender
feet in pale blue slippers appear and
disappear—first one, then the other—
at the edge of her trailing skirt. Pres
ently she stopped in front of me. Her
eyes were gazing past me.
"You are sure it was he?" she asked.
I could not answer Immediately, so
amazed was I at her expression. I
had been regarding her as a being
above and apart, an incarnation of
youth and innocence; with a shock it
now came to me that she was experi
enced, intelligent, that she understood
the whole of life, the dark as fully as
the light, and that she was capable to
live it, too. It was not a girl that
was questioning me there; it was a
woman.
"Yes—Langdon,” I replied. "But I've
no quarrel with him. My reverse is
nothing but the fortune of war. I as
sure you, when I see tiim again, I’ll be
as friendly as ever—only a bit less of
a trusting ass, I fancy. We’re a lot
of free lances down in the street. We
fight now on one side, now on the other.
We change sides whenever it's expedi
ent; and under the code it's not neces
sary to give warning. Today, before I
knew he was the assassin, I had made
my plans to try to save myself at ills
expense, though I believed him to be
the best friend I had down town. No
doubt lie's got some good reason for
creeping up on me in the dark.”
"You aro sure it was he?” she re
peated.
“He, and nobody else,” replied I. "He
decided to do me up—and I guess he'll
succeed. He’s not the man to lift his
gun unless he’s sure the bird will fall.”
"Do you really not care any more
than you show?” she asked. "Or is
your manner only bravado—to show
off before me?”
“I don't care a damn, since I'm to
lose you,” said I. "It’ll be a godsend
to have a hard row to hoe the next
few months or years."
She w'ent back to leaning against
the table, her arms folded as before. I
saw she was thinking out something.
Finally she said;
“I have decided not to accept your
release.”
I sprang to my feet.
“Anita!” I cried, my arms stretched
toward her.
But she only looked coldly at me,
folded her arms the more tightly and
said:
“Do not misunderstand me. The bar
gain is the same as before, if you
want me on those terms I must—give
myself."
"Why?” I asked.
A faint smile, with no mirth In It,
drifted round the corners of her mouth.
“An Impulse," she said. ''I don’t quite
understand it myself. An impulse from
—from-” Her eyes and her thoughts
were far away, and her expression was
the one that made It hardest for me
■ to believe she Was a child of those
parents of hers. "An Impulse from a
sense of justice—of decency. I am the
cause of your trouble, and I daren’t be
a coward and a cheat.” She repeated
the last words. "A coward—a cheat!
We—I—have taken much from you,
more than you know. It must be re
paid. If you still wish, I will—will
keep to my bargain.”
"It's true, I'd not have got into the
mess,” said I. “If I’d been attending to
business instead of dangling after'you.
I But you’re not responsible for that
folly.”
She tried to speak several limes, be
fore she finally succeeded In saying:
“It's my fault. I mustn't shirk."
I studied her, but I couldn't puzzle
; her out.
"I’ve been thinking all along that you
were simple and transparent," I said,
i "Now', I see you are a mystery. What
: are you hiding from mo?"
■ Her smile was almost coquettish as
(.she replied:
| ' ji makes u mystery,
of herself to a man, It’s for the man'a
good."
I took her hand—almost timidly.
"Anita,” I said, "do you still—dislike
me?”
"I do not—and shall not—love you,"
she answered. "But you are—"
"More endurable?" I suggested, as
she hesitated.
"Less unendurable," she said with
raillerv. Then she added, "Bess unen
durable than profiting by a—creeping
up In the dark."
I thought I understood her better
than she understood herself. And sud
denly my pnsslon melted In a tender
ness I would have said was as foreign
to me ns rain to a desert. I noticod
that she had a haggard look. "You aro
very tired, child." said I. "Good night.
I am a different man from what I wa»
when I came in here.”
"And I a different woman," said she,
a beauty shining from her that was as
far beyond her physical beauty as—aa
love Is beyond passion.
“A nobler, better woman,” I ex
claimed, kissing her hand.
She snatched It away.
"If you only knew!" she cried. "It
seems to me, as I realize what sort of
woman I am, that I am almost worthy
of you!” And she blazed a look nt me
that left mo rooted there, astounded.
But I went down the avenue with a
light heart. "Just like a woman,” I
was saying to myself cheerfully, "not
to know her own mind.”
A few blocks, and I stopped and
laughed outright—at Bnngdon's treach
ery. at my own credulity. "What an
ass I've been making of myself!” said
I to myself. And I could see myself
ns I really had been during those
months of social struggling—an ass,
braying and gamboling in a lion's skin
—to Impress the ladles!
"But not wholly to no purpose,' I
reflected, again all in a glow at thought
of Anita.
XIX.
A WINDFALL FROM "GENTLEMAN
JOE."
I went to my rooms, purposing to go
straight to bed, and get a good sleep.
I did make a start toward undressing;
then I realized that I should only lie
awake with my brain wearing mo out,
spinning crazy thoughts and schemes
hour after hour——for my Imagination
rarely lets It do any effective thinking
after the lights aro out and tho limi
tations of material things aro wipod
I away by tho darkness. I put on a
dressing gown and seated myself to
smoko and to read.
When I was very young, now to Now
York, In with tho tenderloin crowd and
up to all sorts of pranks, I onco tried
opium smoking. I don’t think I over
heard of anything in those days with
out giving It a try. Usually, I believe,
opium makes tho smoker 111 the first
time or two; but It had no such effect
on me, nor did It fill my mind with fan
tastic visions. On tho contrary. It made
everything around mo Intensely real—
that Is, it enormously stimulated my
dominant characteristic of accurate ob
servation. I noticed tho slightest de
tails—such things as the slight differ
ence in the length of the arms of tho'
Chinaman who kept the “Joint," tho
number of buttons down the front of
the waist of the girl In the bunk op
posite mine, across tho dingy, little,,
sweet-scented room. Nothing escaped
me, and also I was conscious of each,
passing second, or, rather, fraction of
a second.
As a rule, time and events, even when
one Is quietest, go with such a rush
that ons notes almost nothing of what
is passing. The opium seemed to com
pel the kaleidoscope of life to turn more'
slowly; in fact, It sharpened my senses
so that they unconsciously took lm-,
presslons many times more quickly and
oaslly and accurately. As I sat there
that night after leaving Anita, forcing
my mind to follow the printed lines, I
found I was In exactly tho state In
which I had been during my ono exper
iment with opium. It seemed to me
that as many days as there had been
hours must have elapsed since I got
the news of the raised Textile divi
dend. Days—yes, weeks, even months,
of thought and action seemed to havo
been compressed Into those six hours—
for, as I sat there, it was not yet 11
o’clock.
And then I realized that this notion
was not of the moment, but that I had
been as if under the influence of some
powerful nerve stimulant since my
brain began to recover from the shock
of that thunderbolt. Only, where nerve
stimulants often make the mind pas
sive and disinclined to take part In the
drama so vividly enacting before It,
this opening of my reservoirs of re
serve nervous energy had multiplied
my power to act as well as my power to
observe. "I wonder how long It will
last,” thought I. And It made me
uneasy, this unnatural alertness, unac
companied by any feverishness or sense
of strain. "Is this the way madness
begins’”
(Continued Next Week.)
Where Information Came High.
From Harper's Weekly.
Andrew Jackson S-, appointed sur
veyor general of Montana Territory by
President Grant, arrived In Helena, the
capital, early In the seventies. His mil
itary record and his genial manner
made him a great favorite with every
body. Towards the end of his term,
feeling in duty bound to make a spe
cial effort to show his appreciation of
the hospitality he had enjoyed, he de
cided to give a banquet to his Helena
friends. He completed Ills program for
the function, but the providing of the
right sort of liquid refreshment worried
him somewhat. Finally deciding upon
champagne frappe as the proper thing,
but in doubt how to prepare It, he re
membered an old war comrade. Colonel
C-, who had always shown himself
an expert in supplying good cheer at
headquarters on festive occasions.
Knowing the latter’s address, he wired
him as follows:
Helena, Mont., 187—.
Colonel C-, -Street, New York.
Wire me your receipt for making
champagne frappe? Answer paid.
(Sig.) A. J. S-.
In due time came the reply:
New York, 187—.
General A. J. S-. Helena, Montana.
Freeze It, you d——d fool.
(Sig.) C-.
Telegraph tolls were rather high li.
Montana In those days, and the infor
mation cost him just $5.50.
Foolish Women.
From the New York Weekly.
Mr. Clubman (entering the dining
room)—And so you couldn’t be down
town three hours without stopping to
get a lunch? Cost 30 or 40 cents. I’ll
be bound. It docs beat all how wom
en throw away money, lly the way,
you don't call Ibis supper, do you?
Mrs. C.--I suppose it is tho best the
new girl could get up ou such short
notice.
Mr. C.—Huh! Catch me sitting down
to that table. I'm going around to the
club.
A Small Matter.
"Oul, madaine Is ill. but zo doctor liaf
pronounce it something very trifling, very
small, said tlio French maid to an inquir
ing friend.
“Oh. i am so relieved, for l was really
anxious nbuut her." replied the friend.
“What does the doctor say ttio trouble is'.'”
"Net me leeall: it was something very
leetlr," answered the French maid. “Oh,
1 have it new! /i doctor says -e madams
hast we smiLlu’cv.”
Tho Knoek-ont Blow.
The blow which knocked out Corbet*
was a revelation to the prize fighters.
From tho earliest days of the ring the
knock-out blow was aimed for the Jaw,
tho templo or the Jugular vein. Stomach
punches were thrown In to worry and
weary tho fighter, but If a scientific man
had told one of tho old fighters that the
most vulnerable spot was tho region of
tho stomach, he’d have laughed at him
for an Ignoramus. Dr. Plerco is bringing
home to the public a parallel fact; lha*
thq stomach!Is tho most vulnerable organ
out oPlhc prlge ring as well as In it. We
protect pur haJhs, throats, feet and lungag
but theS)MKihlNwe are utterly lndlffei*:
I ent to, until diseh§\finds the solar plexu*
and knocks us out!" Make your stomach
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you |n-v^a.yinu^UlU^r rnosU'Jtf.lf>J^
able soot, "Golden Medical Discovery*
| cures "weak stomach," indigestion, or
1 dyspepsia, torpid liver, bad, thin and Im-1
pure blood and other diseases of the or
gans of digestion and nutrition.
Tho "Golden Medical Discovery * has m
! specific curative effect upon all mucous
surfaces and hence cures catarrh, no
matter where located or what stage It)
I may havo reached. In Nasal Catarrh it
is weil to cleanse the passages with DrJ
I Sago’s Catarrh Remedy fluid while using
the "Discovery ” as a constitutional renv'
ody. I Hi)/ tho "Golden Medical Discov
ery ’’ cures catarrhal diseases, as of the*
stomach, bowels, bladder and other pelvic
organs will bo plain to yon if you will
road a booklet of extracts from tho writ
ings of eminent medical authorities, en-.
dorslng its ingredients and explaining!
I their curative properties. It is mailed!
I free, on request. Address Dr. R.V. Plercey
Buffalo, N. Y. This booklet gives all the!
Ingredients entering into Dr. Pierce5#!
medicines from which it will be seen that
I they contain not a drop of alcohol, pure,'
triple-refined glycerine being used Instead.'
Dr. Pierce’s groat thousand-page Blue
i trated Common Sense Medical Adviser
will bn sent free, paper-bound, for 31 one
I cent stamps, nr cloth-bound for 31 stamps.
Address Dr. Pierce as above.
Self-Seekers.
Bernard K. Green, the well known con-’
i lultlng engineer of Washington, sold tho
j Dthcr day, In a discussion of the n«nr
i Pennsylvania capltol, which he helped to»
ouild: .
“The trouble with every question Is that
I pclf-seeklng enters into It. Were there
i nelf-seekers, the world would be a very**
| Utopia. But as It Is-*
I He smiled.
| “Why, yesterday,“ he said, “In talk
! iibout filtration In a cafe, I heard a well
Crossed man say earnestly:
| “ ‘I maintain that all water used for
Urlnklng and culinary purposes should he
Dolled at least one hour.’
“ ‘You are a physician, I presume?* said
i thin man, respectfully.
“ ‘No, sir,’ was the reply. ‘I am a coal
Scaler.’ “
ALMOST A SOLID SORE.
! Skin Dliifaie from Illrth—l\»rtnn<a(
Spent on Her Without Benefit
Doctor Cured Her with Cutlcura.
"I have a couBln In RocklnghaW
County, who once had a skin disea a*
from her birth until she was six year*
of age. Her father had spent a for
tune on her to get her cured and non*
of the treatments did her any good.
Old I)r. G- suggested that he try
the Cutlcura Remedies, which ha did.
When he commenced to use it the child,
wus almost a solid scab. He had used
it about two months and the child,
was well. I was there when they com
menced to use your Cutlcura Reme
dies. I stayed that week and then re
turned home and stayed two week*
and then went back and stayed wltlx
them two weeks longer, and when I>
went home I could hardly believe she
was the same child. Her skin was as
soft as a baby’s without a scar on It 1
have not seen her in seventeen years,
but I have heard from her and the last
time I heard from her she was well.
Mrs. W. P. Ingle, Burlington, N. C-,
June 10, 1005.”
The Beginnings of Some Modern Fairy •
T ales.
From Jugend.
"Once upon a time there was a 17-year
old poet who was not Schiller's super
I ior—"
I "Once upon a time there was an operatic*
! tenor who could sing—*•"
i "Once upon a time there was a publlc
, school teacher who left a million—"
"Once upon a time there was a physi
‘ clan whose handwriting was legible—"
"Once upon a time there was a tramp
who admired cyclists and automobile#—"
"Once upon a time there was a drygoods
| clerk who forbade the waiter to address*
| him as ‘Doctor’—"
"Once upon a time the Woche (an 131ns
( trated Berlin paper) appeared without con.
tainlng a picture of the kaiser—"
‘‘Tliero was once a classical play rep
resented for which the box office was sold
out—"
ABSOLUTE
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Genuine
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Must Bear Signature of
See Fac-Simile Wrapper Below.
Tory enir.Il end as easy
to tuk« add snfar.
PAOTCDC HEADACHE.
i UAm trio for dizziness.
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j V/r-n FOR TOfrlD LIVER.
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n 1 FOR SALLOW SKIN.
_| FOR THEC0MPLEXI8N
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