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SYNUK5IS.
In the time ot Queen Anne, Lady Prue
dence Brook, widowed at 16 and still a
widow at two and twenty, while journey
ing in a coach to London with her cousin
Pe&gy, is accosted by a highwayman who,
however, takes nothing from her except a
kiss.
The two girls live with their grand
mother, Lady Drumloch, who, despite her
reduced circumstances, maintains a gay
social position in the court circle.
Prue is small, gay, delightful, daring,
extravagant, and always in debt.
She is perpetually pursued by creditors
and Just now is in deep water for want or
a few guineas with which to buy a new
5ow» by whose aid she hopes to win back
le queen’s favor, very recently lost by
one of her mad pranks.
She decides to visit Aaron’s, a notorious
money lender, and asks him to take care
of her debts on the strength of her ap
jjroaching marriage to Sir Geoffrey Befty
Aaron Informs her, however, that Beau
desert is himself head over heels in debt
and while Prue is still in his office Sir
Geoffrey arrives.
Prue at once secrets herself in a closet
and to her astonishment overhears Sir
Geoffrey ask for advances of money, also
on the strength of their engagement.
CHAPTER XIV—(Continued.)
"Humanity." echoed the baronet, with
111 dissembled Irritation. "Such angelic
■entlments well become the cruel
beauty whose path Is strewn with
bleeding hearts. But has my dear
Prudence no pity to spare for the un
happy swain, condemned to worse than
death by Robin, the highwayman's un
expected good luck?"
"On the contrary.” laughed Prue,
“she congratulates you on your escape;
believe me, a far greater piece of luck
than Robin's.”
“Do not jest, dear one, I implore
you,” said Sir Geoffrey seriously. You
certainly have not considered the posi
tion this miscarriage of Justice has
Slaced you In. Let me lay before you
le consequences—”
“Pray, do not,” Interrupted Prue, pet
tishly. “If I am resigned to the will
of heaven, why persecute me with rea
sons for rebellion?”
Sir Geoffrey, with his hand upon his
heart, bowed to the ground.
“Before such piety, I am dumb, he
said. 'Is it permitted to ask if you are
reconciled to your creditors as well as
to the means you took to rid yourself
of them?"
“It is not,” replied Prue, with over
powering dignity. "That is my private
affair and I do not care to discuss it,
even with Sir Geoffrey Beaudesert. By
the way, Sir Geoffrey”—with an en
tire change of tone and manner—"you
always know the latest news; do tell
us why Mrs. Tewkesbury has gone
home to her father, and whether her
husband is going to fight a duel or will
merely horsewhip her hairdresser?”
The conversation drifted Into safer
channels, and Prue was soon her own
bright, frivolous, enchanting self. Oth
er guests dropped in; fashion, scandal,
and the duchess' masquerade were dis
cussed, and Prue had a saucy answer
for every compliment and a ready laugh
for every Jest, and beneath her dainty
bodice such a tumult of fear and shame
and sharp sense of defeat, and withal
such strange, swift stabs of something
that was not pain, and yet hurt her
more than all the other emotions that
quickened her pulse and sent the blood
■urging through her brain.
It was late In the afternoon, and
Prue’s guests were making their adieux
when Robin’s messenger came—a rus
tlo looking youth with a ruddy com
plexion and a shock of tow colored
hair. He was dressed like the footboy
of a prosperous tradesman, and carried
an oilskin covered basket—and of a
■urety bore no resemblance to the
crippled beggar who had followed Rob
in so persistently on his way to the
conference in Lincoln's Inn.
Yet It was the same man.
■With an eir of dense stupidity, he
•vaded such questions as James
deigned to put to him, and reiterated
his petition for a personal Interview
with Lady Prudence Brooke, for whom
he had a message that was to be de
livered to her, and to her alone. James,
scenting a discreet but persistent dun,
bade him wait in the library, and con
veyed his request to Prue with the
same air of respectful condolence with
which he would have announced any
other calamity. Although he disap
proved of her youth and frivolity,
James would have yielded to none in
admiration of his beautiful young mis
tress, whem he had carried in his arms
as a baby and conspired with every
other member of Lady Drumloch’s
household to indulge, spoil and flatter
from the first hour that her blue eyes
had opened on a world full of her
adorers.
“A young man is waiting below, my
lady. He has a message for you which
he will not send up. I told him you
were engaged, but he said he would
wait until you were at leisure.”
“What sort of a young man, James?
Does he look as if he came for money?"
Prue asked. "You know most of my
duns better than I do."
"He is a stranger to me. my lady, but
it is likely he may be a lawyer's clerk
In disguise.”
"I will see him, James; bring him
up here,” she interrupted.
“The hairdresser is here; shall I tell
him to wait?” inquired James.
“No; send, him upstairs. Peggie, go
and have your hair dressed first, and
by that time I will be ready."
She was alone when the young man
was shown in. “You want to see me?”
she said, as soon as the door was shut.
"You come to fetch something, do you
not?”
"The captain told me—” he began,
then stopped and stared mutely at her.
‘‘Well, what did the captain tell you?”
she demanded, impatiently.
“He told me I should see the most
beautiful lady in the whole world, and
that I should know her for the Lady
Prudence Brooke, without asking her
name," said the lad.
"Your captain is a fool!” cried Prue.
But try as hard as she might to look
Indignant, she blushed divinely and a
furtive smile played hide and seek
among her dimples. Of all Prue's many
charms there was none to equal her
smile. It was, perhaps, on that ac
count that she smiled often and so
maintained a reputation for good na
ture that lured many an unsuspecting
victim into disaster.
“That he is!” cried the messenger,
heartily. "For he said he’d done this
beautiful lady a great injury, but for
all that he would trust his life—and
more than that—in her hands. Can
any man be a worse fool than to trust
a woman so far as that?”
"Said he that, in very truth?” asked
Prue, turning very pale.
"Aye, and other things Just as fool
ish," said the man, with the same stu
pid air of rusticity. "Will it please
your ladyship to give me what the cap
tain left with you?”
She brought forth the white silken
packet from its hiding place among the
laces of her bodice, and held it out to
him. “Tell your captain from me,” she
said, disdainfully, "that I scarce know
which Is the greatef fool—he or his
messenger."
The man laughted very heartily and
having bestowed the packet safely,
opened his basket and took out a parcel
and a letter. "The captain made me pre
sent these to your ladyship," he said and
was bowing himself out, when she
stopped him hurriedly.
"I forget the captain’s address.” she
said; ”1 might want to—to send a
message to him.”
“Arty time your ladyship wants to
send to him, a word to Steve Barkyn,
at Pip's Coffee House, Essex street,
Strand, will find your ladyship’s hum
ble servant, who will be most honored
by any commands you lay upon him,”
said the man. And before she could
speak again, had disappeared.
Prue opened the parcel, which con
tained a long, narrow box of perfumed
wood, lined with pink sarsenet. The
next moment, she was flying upstairs,
two at a time, in her haste to display
the contents to her cousin.
“Book, Peggie, did you ever see any
thing half so lovely?” she cried, hold
ing out for her inspection a pair of
long silk gloves as illmy as a cobweb
and exquisitely embroidered with seed
pearls.
Peggie dared not move her head, for
the coiffeur was busy with his tongs,
but she rolled her eyes round until she
saw the gloves, and then rolled them
up as far as they could go to emphasize
her one word of admiration, "Incom
parable!”
Prue drew on one of the gloves. It
was so elastic, and yet so clinging, that
It clasped her slender fingers like an
other skin, giving them even a more
tapering and delicate appearance than
usual. She did not open her letter un
til she was alone in her own room, and
then, tearing off the cover with more
eagerness than she would have cared
to own. found nothing inside but 10
crisp, new Bank of England notes for
100 pounds each.
She dropped them as though they
had been so many adders and a flush
of anger rose to her cheek. "I sup
pose he has been waylaying and rob
bing some one!" she said half aloud,
"and hugs himself to think he can buy
me with stolen money! Oh! he Is just
as base as the rest—”
There was a movement In the other
room, so Prue snatched up the bank
notes and crumpled them Into her
Jewel box. Not even to Peggie did she
wish to confide this fresh instance of
Robin’s turpitude.
VilAlr'T'JBIK XV.
THE RED DOMINO.
Fashionable hours were early in the
days of Queen Anne, and it was a
well-known fact that the Imperious
Sarah Churchill did not easily pardon
the slight of unpunctuality at her en
tertainments. So by 9 o’clock the
gorgeous drawing-rooms were well
filled and the steady stream of rank
and beauty poured up the great stair
case as fast as chariots and chairs
could discharge their glittering loads.
The sight was a dazzling one; every
■nationality, every celebrity was repre
sented. Cardinals paid court to Gip
sies, Charlemagne and Henry the VIII.
contended for the favor of Helen of
Troy, and in front of the dais upon
which the duchess stood unmasked, to
receive her guests, an endless proces
sion passed, of monks and devils, kings
and clowns, swashbucklers, nuns,
fairies, princesses, allegorical and
mythological personages—a veritable
phantasmagoria, in which the mask
and domino afforded Just as much con
cealment as the wearer desired, but
no more.'
A ripple of laughter or a murmur
of admiration at frequent intervals an
nounced the arrival of some specially
brilliant or humorous masker, and
when the crowd was at its densest a
couple approached the dais, followed by
a stream of hilarious compliments.
Foremost came Prue, dressed as a
shepherdess. Over a skirt of her
grandmother’s priceless lace, she wore
a Watteau dress of white silk, bro
caded with bunches of rosebuds
and forget-me-nots, and coquettishly
perched upon her luxuriant curls was
a little straw hat. adorned with a
wreath of roses and a flowing knot of
blue ribbon. The pearl-embroidered
gloves covered her hands, in one of
which she carried a crook all laced
with fluttering ribbons, and in the
other a silken cord, by which she led
Peggie, admirably disguised as a
lamb; of gigantic growth, to be sure
but delightfully and gracefully gro
tesque as she ambled and pranced be
side the little shepherdess, who at ev
ery other step, Btopped to caress and
encourage her.
The little procession was so irre
sistibly funny that the duchess, at
first rather disturbed by the rising tide
of laughter and applause, as soon as
she set eyes upon the cause of it
Joined in with the utmost heartiness!
and even the queen, who sat beside her
in a chair of state, vouchsafed a smile
of genuine amusement, rare enough
upon the face of that woman of few
emotions.
Dancing was going on in the great
ballroom, but Prue refused to dance.
“I dare not leave my lamb at the
mercy of all these wolves," she de
clared, in a falsetto voice that de
ceived no one. "Is there no grassy
nook where I can repose, while my pet
frolics round me?”
“Certainly," said a voice, which she
recognized as Sir Geoffrey’s. “There
are secluded retreats in the conserva
tories sacred to Chlorls and her
flock—’’
“Including Strephon? No, thank
you,” and warning him off with her
crook, she roamed about, launching
the harmless arrows of her ready wit
against such of the guests as she rec
ognized, or pretended to.
Presently a voice began to murmur
close behind her—
“Hef hair,
In ringlets rather dark than fair.
Does down her ivory bosom roll.
And hiding half, adorn the whole.
In her high forehead’s fair half-round
Love sits in open triumph crown’d.
Her lips, no living bard, I weet.
May say how red. how round, how
sweet—"
"Oh! hush!” cried Prue, in a great
flutter: “how could you be so rash?
You will be recognized." She turned
a quick, timid glance backward, and
was promptly reassured. The tall.
stately figure, picturesquely draped In
a voluminous red domino, had nothing
about it to attract attention, and a red
mask with a deep fall of gold-lace
concealed the entire face, except the
firm mouth and strong, square chin.
"What made you come here, of all
places in the world?” she asked.
"Chiefly to see you. but partly be
cause I had business here," he an
swered.
Poor Prue thought of the bank
notes, and almost collapsed. What
business could a highwayman have at
a ball unless to rob the guests while
pretending to be one of them? Just
then Peggie drew her attention by pull
ing at the cord.
"For heaven's sake,” she whispered,
"come out of this crowd. I am so
hot, muffled In this sheepskin, I shall
die if I don't get to the air.”
Prue signed to Robin to follow, and
led her lambkin away. Outside the
ballroom, they were soon in compara
tive solitude. In the card-rooms a
few elderly people had thrown off their
masks and given themselves over to
the full enjoyment of whist and ecarte.
Here and there a tete-a-tete was pro
gressing behind the kindly shelter of
albums or portfolios. In the library a
sedate couple mused side by side over
the latest number of the Spectator,
upside down, while two or three portly,
be-starred and be-rlbboned fogies dis
cussed the threatened Jacobite upris
ing over an exclusive bottle of Bur
gundy.
Prue was at home in every corner
of Marlborough house, and had no dif
ficulty in piloting her companions into
a cool, dim-lighted conservatory,
where the sound of voices and muslo
reached the ear agreeably softened by
distance.
"Every one has seen me,” said
Peggie: "I’ll get rid of this sheepskin,
and then I can dance.”
"Peggie would rather dance than eat,
sleep or go to church," remarked Prue,
seating herself and making a little,
half-hesitating, half-inviting move
ment toward the seat beside her.
Robin was not slow' in availing him
self of the
opportunity. There was something in
Prue’s manner that allured him, while
it kept him at a distance. He longed to
take her in his arms as he had done
once; yet he dared not touch her hand.
"I am glad to have an opportunity
of speaking to you,” she said, removing
her mask. "You sent me something to
day-"
"Yes—oh! you don’t know how hap
py you have made me by wearing
them,” he said earnestly.
"As! yes,” she started and looked
down at the gloves; “they are beautiful
—just the very thing for my dress,
too. But that was not what I meant.”
A. deep flush burned his face under
the mask. "I beg and implore you not
to speak of anything else I sent,” he
said. In a low, tremulous voice. “Let
me deceive myself into the belief that
you acknowledgethat, at least, as my
rightful privilege.”
She raised her lovely eyes to his
with a puzzled expression, then dropped
them, a little embarrassed. "We will
not discuss that,” she said, "but unfor
tunately I can not avoid speaking about
the money, because—you see, I can not
help knowing that you—that perhaps
—that perhaps It honestly belongs to
somebody else and you have no right
to give it to ipe. There!" She looked
apprehensively at him, fearing an out
burst of rage, but he was quite calm,
andthe mask concealed any change of
countenance.
“You are very scrupulous,” he said
coldly.
“Oh! I know you had no reason to
expect honesty from me!” she ex
claimed, with a touch of temper in her
voice. "But when you threw your
purse to me in the carriage, I had no
opportunity of returning it and I never
expected to see you again. Besides, you
took mine and—and—” She glanced at
him out of the tall of her eye, but he
did not acceptthe challenge. “Youthlnk,
perhaps,” she went on, quite angrily
now, “that I have done a much worse
thing for money than ever you did; but
if I have married a robber—”
"Stop, stop!” he said authoritatively.
“If you must say these things about
yourself, it shall not be to me. Insult
me as much as you please, but do not
accuse me of daring to blame you for
anything you have done, or could do.
Tell me, if I assure you that that mon
ey is my very own, will you take my
word for it?”
She hesitated and softened. "Tell me
truly—in what way your own? Do not
fear to trust me.”
"Trust you! Do you not know that
you could charm any secrets of my own
from me by a kind word? But this is
no secret; it is the price of my birth
right, received in honest sale and barter
over a lawyer’s table. You will be
lieve me, won't you?”
She put out both her hands, with a
gesture of enchanting frankness. "I
will believe anything you tell me,” she
said; "I know you would not deceive
me.”
He took the two little fluttering hands
in his, and raised them one after an
other to his lips.
"I see you are not wearing a sling,”
she remarked. "Is your arm healed?"
“It was nothing; a broken collarbone
is quickly cured,” he said carelessly,
though delighted by even so slight a
token of Interest from her. "Besides,
the person whose domino I borrowed,
does not wear his arm in a sling, and
I do not wish any difference to be
remarked when he resumes it.”
"Then you are here in some one else’s
disguise?" she said quickly. "What
will you do whoa we unmask?”
"At midnight the right face will b«
found under this mask,” he replied.
(Continued Next Week.)
Precarious Peace.
From the New York Press.
"On what a slender thread hang ever
lasting things!” A brigadier general on
the Franco-German frontier gets an or
der which he misunderstands. As every
body knows, the mobilization officers of
European armies have ready to hand de
tailed instructions, prepared long in ad
vance, upon which they are to act when
an order that means war is received by
them.
The commander at Nancy imagines this
is the sort of message that has come to
him. He reaches into the pigeonhole for
the fateful envelope and proceeds to carry
out the directions it contains. The re
sult is a general alarm to the nine com
munes of the district, which mobilizes 5,000
reservists, establishes patrol and martial
law', and has the whole country in a fever
of excitement watching for the coming of
the Germans.
Wheat goes up in Chicago. Chancelleries
are upset. Horrid rumors fly In every
great city in the world. The crash has
come. France has dropped the deadly
spark In the powder magazine of Europe.
So it goes until the general staff discovers
what has happened, and unstrung nerves
arc quieted for the time. But when will
they get the next shock? Any trifle will
do it.
It is on slender threads, indeed, that thf
peace of Europe hangs.
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infants and children, and see that it
Bears the
Signature of
In Use For Over so rears.
Children Ciy for Fletcher’s Castoria
This Is a Bird of a Story.
The pigeons of the Stock Exchange
ere very much disturbed these days
while workmen are removing a coat
of gloom from the famous frieze near
their residence. Much of their time
they spend flying to the windows of
J. P. Morgan’s oflflce across the street.
Yesterday at noon James J. Hill and
A. Barton Hepburn noticed them.
"Pigeons are active today," said Mr.
Hepburn.
"Pigeons!" said Hill. "They're not
pigeons, they're ravens bringing Mor
gan his dinner.”—New York World.
Neat Knock.
Hobey Baker, the football star, was
lunching In his native Philadelphia.
A young girl, over her queer alliga
tor pear salad, mentioned the name
at a Princeton sophomore who had
played rather badly on his class team.
"He is an awfully nice boy,” she
laid. "What was it he played on the
eleven, Mr. Baker—halfback, quarter
back, fullback?”
The handsome and herculean “Ho
pey" smiled.
"I think he played drawback,” he
laid.
Locating the Fool.
A stout old gentleman was having
trouble with the telephone. He could
hear nothing but a confused jumble
of Bounds, and finally he became so
exasperated that he shouted into the
transmitter:
"Who’s the blithering fool at the
end of this line?”
"He’s not at this end,” answered a
cool, feminine voice.
Identified.
Doctor—Are you anemic, Pat?
Pat—No, doctor—Irish.—Life.
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teething, softens the gums, reduces inflamma*
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It takes a smart man to conceal his
ignorance.
ALBERTA
T PRICE OF
BEEF
!&»*»«
For years the Province
or Alberta (Western
Canada) was the Big
Hunch) ngOount ry .Mo njr
of these ranches today
a re immense grain fields
__Jhu«1 the cattle have
place to the cultivation of
wheat,oats, barley and flax; tbe
change has made many thousands
of Americans, settled on these
plains, wealthy, but It has in*
creased the price of live stocc.
There Is splendid opportunity
now to gets
Free HomesteadI
o cros (and another as a pre- ;
emptb.u) In tlio newer district*
And produce el thereat tie or grain.
The crops uro always good, tbe
climate Is excellent, schools and
churches are convenient, markets .
splendid. In either Manitoba, Sas
katchewan or Alberta. I
Pend lor literature, the latest ;
Information, railway rates,etc., to
X M. Madadibn, Drawer 571, Watrrtows, S. D.,
W. V. ttNftf I r. Bee Baildina, 0* U NtkmU, !
and R.A.Oarrett,3l5 ja&sau St.. St Fast.HIM.
Canadian Government*Agents, or
address Superintendent of
The Army of
Constipation
I* Growing Smaller Every Day.
CARTER’S LITTLE
LIVER PILLS an
responsible — they i
not only give relief A
— they perma
nently cure Con-^
•tipation. Mil^
lions use/
them for
BilioauMi,
Indigestion, Sick Hcadacke. Sallow Skin.
SMALL PILL, SMALL DOSE, SMALL PRIC&
Genuine must bear Signature
SIOUX CITY PTG. CO., NO. 52-1S12.
Beat Way to Find Out.
He—What would you say if I shoal*
kiss you?
She—Why ask for a mere guea»
when you can so easily get the exact
facts?—Stray Stories.
A brave man Is always ready to
"face the music"—provided it \snX.
that old tune from "Lohrengrin.” i
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Are Richest in Curative Qualities
FOR BACKACHE, RHEUMATISM,
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