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. - - ..-.- . --. .,, . " a. w , ? w lt$iJCz y - -. v V X PV HARDING'S IS1I, Nellie! 80, bows, no!" ibedlcnce to the soothing word of the soft voiced "girl, the gentle Riilni.il stood quietly while the maldcu took her place with the milk ing stool, and noon thereeame the rhyth mical sound of the warm, sweet-smelling uillk as lu Intermittent streams It struck the shining sides of the tin m Ilk pall. It was a beautiful evening In late June and the air wan tilled with the peculiar fragrance exhaled ly rapidly growing vegetation. An ancient and nntrlriimed sweet briar half hll with its tangled mass the fence which sepa rated the roadway from the mllkyard, and sent forth from Its countless pink blossoms a pleasing aroma. It was a pretty picture the mild eyed cow contentedly chewing her cud and patiently submitting to the firm, deft hands of the girl, whose white arms were bared to the elbow and whose wealth of rich brown hair was partly revealed by the sun bonnet which she had thrown back In order to enjoy to the fullest the dellclously cool summer evening air. At least Anson Harding considered It a pretty picture, as he Htood leaning on the bars waiting for an opportunity to talk with the girl. He was an ad mirer of rural beauty and could fully appreciate the romantic, especially If they came In line with his financial In terests and personal advancement. To a niaji who had gone the limit and was very much In need of a "stake," Farm er Madden'a rich acres and comfortable batik account looked very attractive. With them, or with the generous por tion of them which would come to the majn so fortunate ns to win the only (laughter's hand, he would be "again on earth" and with his old friends at the faro table flirting with his darling goddess of elmriee. True, Mr. Harding would have pre ferred the money without the girl. Hut there was no way of satisfying such n preference. To get the one he must win the other. Emma Madden was at tractive enough dellclously bo, he thought and he liked her very much. It was delightful to watch her grace ful movements, to play the gallant to the unsophisticated maiden, to test his Influence over her, and to watch the color come and go In her face as he talked to her. But well, what would he do with a wife, and eseclally such a wife? He could not give up the life he had led so long, and as for her, she certainly would never come to his way of thinking. But the money? He must have that- And If the girl was foolish enough to be miserable and disappoint ed In him after marriage that was her affair. The hired man had already visited the milk stand twice to empty his pall Into the large can, which would be carted to the cheese factory at daylight next morning, and vaguely wondered if Emma was going to spend the entire evening milking one cow. Even Nellie turned her head Inquiringly a If to dbtcover why the process of relieving her of Ixt iacteul store was so unusual ly prolonged. Emma had seen the trim, well dressed figure at the bars and with the spirit natural to all women, from the fash ionable bull room favorite to the unso phisticated rural maiden, delighted In Intllcting n little torture. With Bob Russell, her neighbor and lifelong lover, her little effort In, this direc tion had been Immensely successful, and poof, earnest, loving Bob had suf fered many, many times from her play ful cruelty much more than she knew. But with Harding well, he Just smiled and waited. When Km ma could dally no longer without milking her effort to tense too palpable, she arose and came to ward the milk stand beside the burs as demurely ns uiough she didn't know Harding was waiting for her and as though her foolish little heart were not beating Just n shade more rapidly than usual. Kin- was scarcely a beautiful girl, but she was something more than pretty, Her bill figure was carried with a charming grace, natural rather tttnu acquired. Her shoulders, some what too square for u woman, were surmounted by a neck as white and delU-ately chiseled ns it marble column, while her throat, partly revealed by the loosely-tlttlng gown, was a glimmering gem of snow-white purity. Her face, with Its large, blue eyes, was fair, will! a healihv glow Id the checks, and a fev light brown freckles enhanced rut her than marred Its rural attractiveness. As she approached Harding, that gen tleman welcomed her with n profound bow and hlsniost alluring smile. i m i v w i ii. ii i i -m i a i nil i I I I i i i i REVENGE. "Good evening. Miss Kmma; truly a most charming rural picture, you know; pretty milkmaid, lowing kine and all that sort of thing, you know." "Yes, and not even the calf Is lacking to complete the picture." It was a man's voice, and both turned to behold the figure of Bob Hnssell, clad In his farmer's blouse, long boots and wide straw hat He had a whif fletree over his shoulder and his plow team were slowly following him In the illstance. The girl's eyes sparkled, and Harding's face grew white at the Insult conveyed In ItusscH's remark. He said nothing, however, for he knew from experience that he stood no chance with Russell In a contest of country raillery, but In his heart he swore to repay the giant granger with Interest He hated him Intensely, a Intensely as Hussell despised him. Uussell was Jealous. From childhood he had looked upon Kmma Madden a his own. He had fought for her at school, and after wards when he had attained manhood's years and she hail blossomed Into the fairest maiden of the whole country side, none of the rural swains bought of disputing his claim. Until now the girl had accepted Bob's air of proprie torship without a protest, for she was proud of him and really loved the huge, good-natured fellow. He was a prosperous farmer, handsome of face and as famous for his good temper a for his physical prowess. The coming of Harding Into the nelghlsirhood, with his city airs and elegant clothes, however, had interfered wlih the course of true love. The girl was pleased with his elegant attentions, and Bob's very evident Jealousy had led her In a spirit of pique to encourage them rather than otherwise. Without further recognition of Hard ing's presence Russel threw down the whifflotree, stepped to the bars, leaned over and snld to the girl: "Well, Km, you're early with the milking, aren't you? Have the Texas files begun to Interfere with the flow yet?" "Not seriously, so far, Bob." "They have with my cows, but your pasture lies higher than mine and I sometimes think that makes a differ ence. I'm not getting over a two thirds yield for this time of year, but I'm going to try a new wash that they're using with success In the West I'll let you know how It works. Queer, ain't It Km, how the Almighty has planned things; Texas flies to harass the cattle, and," -with a glance at Hord ing, and stooping to pick up the whlf fietree, "other Insignificant but pesky things to bother honest farmers. Well, good night. Km. By the way, I sup pose you'll go with me to the sociable Thursday night, won't you?" Receiving a "Yes, I guess go, Bob," Russell strode away, leaving Harding BOTU Tt'BNKl! TO UKIfOf.D TIIK FIOURK OP HOB llt'SSEt.I.. fu of rage aud vlndlctlvcness, and the girl with a growing sense of the latter geutletuan's Insignificance. A month had passed, and Anson Harding was leaving the Madden or chard chagrined, defeated find filled with a desire for vengeance. He had proposed to Kmma and had been re jected. Flattered as she had been at first by the city man's attentions, she had gradually come to see him as he was, to compare him with Bob, and In the end actually to dislike him. More over, Bob had pressed his suit earnest ly the evening before, demanding a dellnite knowledge of the girl's Inten tions, and she hud promised to marry him In the fall. Harding had taken his rejection bit terly. His conceit hud suffered a se vere blow, iind his hope of securing a handsome financial settlement from the girl's fa'her had miserably failed and all, ns he thought, through Rus sell, whom he clmriictei'ly.i'd as that "granger Colossus." As the nngry and dlsnppolnled man left the orchard he sought to avoid the house by walking thinngh the short Inue, around by the barn and thence to tlie highway. As he walked slowly by the barn he caught sight of Uussell crossing the wide pas ture. He stopped, leaned ngnlnst the building and looked toward the farmer with all the malignant hate of bis heart gleaming from bit eyes. Oh, If he r-ould throt'ie him! If In- could o-.ly devise wone meuus of wreaking his vengeance on the 1 1 1. in to whom lie at tribuii-d the failure of his plans! JiiHt th-u a wind wliliiu tlie barn attracted his attention and a look of fiendish exultation came Into his face. Here was his opperl unity for ven geance, as unique as It would le effec tive. A rul so perfectly safe! Should the worst result no one could suspect him. Quickly the heavy oak liar fastening the door was drawn out and the dKir swung ojien, concealing Harding behind it. There waj an Interval of a few sec onds, and then, with a low ugly bellow. "Bad Ben," Farmer Madden's Ayrshire bull stepd into the oien air. For an Instant the animal sniffed the free air and shook his ugly head. Then he caught sight of Russell. The brute ad vanced a few steps, pawing the ground and sending the dirt upward to fall in showers over his massive shoulders. Then he started toward Russell, his hear low down and his wicked eyes full of rage. Before the distance was half covered Russell saw the maddened ani mal coming. lie fully appreciated his danger, for "Bad Ben" had built up a reputation for ugliness which would have resulted In his execution long be fore, had there not coursed through his lovlne veins an aristocracy of blood which made Farmer Madden loth to part with him. The young man was about to run for the nearest fence, which he might have reached In time, but just at that moment Emma Mad den appeared directly In tlie path of the enraged bull. A clump of willows growing about the spring In the pasture had until that moment concealed her approach from both Harding and Rus sell. The girl was fully thirty yards nearer the bull than was Russell. She TIIK HI 1.1. TflSXKD At. MOST A COMPI.KTK SOMKItSAII.T. saw her peril at. the same moment that he did and for an Instant was para lyzed with fright. "Run this way, Km! For God's sake, run!" She hesitated but a moment find then with the speed of a deer, the girl dart ed toward and past Bob, who stood still, encouraging her in her flight by his voice. There was now no time for Russell to escape. I he only hope for eltner himself or the girl lay In his ability to overcome the liifurated animal. Had he been armed, even with a pitchfork, this would not have been so dillleult but he had nothing on which to depend save his own strength and nglllty. On came the ugly brute directly to ward Russell, his bend lowered and giving vent to his rage In low hoarse bellows. To Harding, who had stepped from behind the barn door and had fled to the road, from which safe place he turned to witness tlie result of his vengeful scheme, It seemed ns though the man must be Impaled on the sharp horns of the beast or borne down and trampled to death. Just as the bull was upon him, how ever, the farmer stepped lightly aside, caught the rushing animal by one horn and threw his weight upon It The re suit was Just- what he had calculated upon when In that brief moment of time he had determined upon the one effort left to him. The brute's head was borne downward and to one side, the horn struck and ixmetrated the ground, and the bull, with almost a complete somersault, fell with a broken neck, carrying Uussell with him but fortunately Inflicting no more serious Injury ujKin tlie young Hercules than a few bruises. Harding waited no longer. He slunk down the roadway nnd next day was back 'in the city. To this day It Is a mystery to Farmer Madden how "Bad Ben" escaped from his stall. Bob Russell, however, thinks he could guess, and not more than half try. Utlca CJIobe. Old-Time Football. Football has never been a very gen tie game, to Judge from what Muster Stubbes says about it in his "Anatomle of Abuses." published In lSo,'!. For as concerning football playing 1 protest unto you It may rut her be culled a friendly kinde of fight than a play or recreation; a bloody and murtherlng practice than a sport or pastime. For dooth not every one lye In walght for his adversarie, seeking to overthrow him and plcke him on his nose, though It be on hard stones, so that by this mennes, sometimes, their necks are broken, sometimes their backs sometimes their legs, sometimes their amies; sometimes one part thrust out of lovnt, sometimes another; some times the noses gush out with blood, sometimes their eyes start out A Clever Invention. One of the cleverest Inventions ever patented Is the machine for sticking common pins In the papers In whtcD fhev are sold. The contrivance brings up the pins in rows, draws the paper In position, crimps it In two lines, then at ll single push pusses the pins through the paper and set th In position. A lay of Huloiden. Two weeks ngo lu the Swiss City of Geneva, with I.'si.ihmi of a population lorgely flouting, there were, according to the olliclul record, twetily-one sul cldes, and In 'all but one or two cases scraps of paper were found, In which th( victims stated that they could bear the pangs of povert no longer. CHAPTER V. (Continued.) "I am glad I am not your maid, to have the care of such precious gem," said Nora smiling. "My dear Miss IEstrange! What an Idea!" When you marry and have jewels of your own. yon will know hw to take care of them. Bring tea, irguue; Unug It quickly. " And Mrs. Ruthven annlied tierseir to put the papers and letters lying on the table together with considerable method. What a charming view! sunl ora, strolling to the window. "Io you know I never whs in these rooms before, lhey ere Mrs. Mnrsdea's, and used not to be opened, nt least, when I whs here as a child." Mrs. Ruthven looked down thoughtful ly. "These rooms are over the library, are they not?" she asked, "on the same side as the conservatory? I would rnth er look out in any other direction. I shall not soon get over the impression ot lsst nipht's terror." Here ir"inie brought In the tea. ami Mrs. Ruthven, settling herself In a large arm chair, asked Nora to pour it out. None of them will tell me uny par ticulars about how I was found, or what happened." resumed Mrs. Ruthven. "I fancy that gruff old doctor onlereu me to he kept from speaking of it. But you will not be so unkind! Besides, i am not to be kept from thinking of my misad venture by his dictum. Tell me, dear Miss IEstrange, were you there when Mr. Mnrsden first found me?" Yes! I was in the breakfast-room when he was trying to break away from an old gentleman who would keep talking to him, and I heard him say he wanted to take you un ice." "A nd then t "Oh! then Mr. Winton proposed we should go and look at the tent; but -when we came to the conservatory, the door was shut and locked. Mr. Marsden was looking nngry and bewildered. Then he suddenly remembered the way by the corridor, and we saw him go past and return imediately to call for help. So Helen, Mrs. K'Entrange and I wetit in. She raised your arm, you were lying like a dead creature, and begun to fan you. And who lifted me from the divun? looking liurd at Nora. No one; at least, not while I was there." "Not Mr. Mursden?" "Oh, no! He looked so white, so dread fully distressed. He stood behind Helen, and kept begging her to seo if you were hurt. Then tho doctor came and sent every one away except the Squire and Lady Dorrington." "Yes! Hers was the first face I recog nized, and then Kady Dorrington and the doctor helped me upstairs? It. is strange, I cannot quite account for it. "For what, Mrs. Ruthven?" "Oh, nothing; only a curious impres sion that some one had lifted me up some effect of returning consciousness, I suppose!" She fell into a fit of musing. From this she roused to ask a good many questions about Winton and his old friendship with Mrs. L' Est range, giving Nora a sensation of being gently but thoroughly sifted. Moreover, one or two significant looks and words convoyed the alarming idea that the clear-sighted wid ow suspected Winton of ad.miring Nora, or Nora of admiring Winton, which made that saucy young lady vexed and un easy. "Well, I suppose I must let her go," said Mrs. Ruthven, as Nora rose to es cape further cross-examination. "It is so good of you to come and sit with me. In truth, I was glad to get rid even of dear Lady Dorrington, as no one would talk naturally, or let me speak of what is uppermost in my mind." "I shall come and say good-by to you to morrow," returned Nora. "I earnestly hope you will soon shake off your nervous ness, though you are wonderfully brave and composed." Mrs. Ruthven went with her to tht door, and then again sunk into the fat teull, where she remained for some tin in deepest thought. Nora L'Kstrange attracted her curiosi ty, her evident admiration and liking soothed the little lady's inordinate vani ty, while it overpassed her comprehen sion; she was too keen an observer to be lieve It was altogether put on, still she occasionally doubted her sincerity, so contrary was a woman's honest apprecia tion of another woman, to all her pre vious experience. Nora's pleasant, varying voice and frank looks had a certain charm for her, even while she feared their effect on Mnrsden. They, gave the hard, selfish, fiery, material creature glimpses of possi ble .sweetness that would never cloy, of restful affection free from all dross of passion or self-interest. But, perhaps, the strangest sensation excited by Nora, was resentful envy, not of the girl's fresh, youthful good looks, but of ber free, un tranimeled spirit; every word, every atti tude, was unstudied, spontaneous; she wanted so little, her simple, poverty stricken life, as Mrs. Ruthven considered it, seemed so Joyous and satisfying, she appeared to have no craving for rank or riches or Jewels. Life, pure, healthy existence, was enough; she had nothing to strive after, or scheme for, or want from others, at least, so she seemed ay, seemed- but who could tell what lurked under the seeming? She must have her cravings, her hidden passions, which she dared not show the world. What was she? W hat difference was there between her human flesh arel Hint of other women? No, she was as yet but half developed, ami how often childish simplicity was but the outer garh of cunning? There was something -in Nora IKstrange that puzzled and jjjsturbrd Mrs. Ruthven. if she could have found lier guilty of any vicious folly, she might have liked her better than she ever liked anything except a lover. As it wns, the balance trembled between lik ing and hatred. "She does not care for Marsden," thought Mrs. Ruthven, her supple form crouched together, her chin resting lu one pahu, her elbow on her knee, "she has some unaeounlalile fancy for that cold, seoruful, insolent Winton, But Murs- icu himself? I am not so sure about him. He has not often encountered in- difTi n lice. It may be attractive. How ever, if she care for Winton ah! my difiieulties are growing complicated. I must think. If the faint, vile suspicions that have come to me prove correct, how shah 1 act? Oh, I will punish, punish l.itterlv! But I will secure my object, too!" ' Theu she sprung up and rang for her louid. Take away the tea things. Ask if aptain Shirley ia in the house; if so. uk him to come to me. Captain Shirley has not returned, madaiiie. Mr. Marsden had just asked to see you, but Miss L'Estrange was going out sin! he went out with her." Mr. Marsden asked for me?" Yes. mudame; he said he would be back directly." Take away those things, then, re turned her mistress in a shurp voice. Aud I will dress; I shall go down to din- nrr. It does me no gooo to oe suui up Lere." Half an hour after the lamps in the boudoir were lighted, aDd Mrs. Ruthven, in black silk and jet, wrapped in a soft Indian mantle of blue and gold, beneath which she shivered occasionally, was sit ting by the fire. She had scarce taken her place when Virginie ushered in Captain Shirley. "Excuse my dusty boots," he said com iiu quickly to her. "Hearing you wished to see me I came at once. I am glad to see you are looking better than I ex pected." "Yes; I am nearly myself," she re turned, smiling graciously, and motioning him to sit down. "When do you return to town?" "By an early train to-morrow." "And I, in the afternoon. Shall I see you on my arrival?" "If you need my services, yes; but I had intended running over to Ostein! to see my sister, who has been seriously ill. I ought to have gone before." '"i'o (intend?" repeated Mrs. Ruthven, as if to herself. "But if I can be of any use " "Yes, you can," she Interruptd abrupt ly. "Do you remember a wonderful de tective who was employed by Lady Hart ley to obtain evidence against her hus bnud in that famous case?" "I do, at least I recollect hearing of him." Shirley rose as be spoke, and rest ed his arm on the mantel piece, his face deep in shadow, as the lamp was behind him. "If yon will get me this man's address, I should be glad." "I have not the faintest idea where to find him." "Lady Dartrey's solicitors would tell you. He Is a private detective, you know, and I do not want any creature to know Ihut I am employing one on my own account. You must undertake this for me, Shirley." "I will, if you are so anxious for it But I must warn you that he will be a costly machine, and, unfortunately, you have not the faintest clew to guide him; wait until " "Until all chance of discovery has passed by? No, Captain Shirley, I have too much common sense. Find me this man. or I shall do It myself." "I will look for him and bring him to you, Mrs. Ruthven." "I shall be quite content with his ad dress.' "You will hear what the police de tective Marsden has sent for has to say?" "I shall follow my own line. No mat ter! But hush, I will speak to you later." The door opened to admit Lady Dorring ton and her brother. "I have sent for one of the best detec tives in their employment to Scotland Yard," said Marsden to Mrs. Ruthven, after they had exchanged a few words. "And I must beg you not to leave until you have given him your own version of the story and show him the position in which the thief surprised you. The tent remains as it is until he comes! we will keep his coming dark, as the thief, or thieves, will be less on their guard, if they think the Ioel Dogberries only are concerned." "But, Mr. Martden, I really do not tfcink I could beat to enter that horrible tent again! You do not know " "I can well imagine your condition of mind. Yet, my dear Mrs. Ruthven, you must not shrink from anything which may tend to discover the scoundrel who not only robbed you, but endangered your life. Let me entreat you to stay a couple of days longer. I expect the detective officer to-night I ought to tell you, that In the road outside the Oldbridge gate yon know it?" to Lady Dorrington "there was a slight mark, as if a two wheeled conveyance had turned sharply round; but on such a night when vehicles of all kinds were coming and going, it proves nothing." "You really must not go, Mrs. Ruth ven!" said Lady Dorrington, impres sively. "I will not oppose you, then," said the fair widow, "though I begin to fear it is but lost labor, the search for my jewels." "No. no. I do not give up hope yet," cried Shirley. "Detectives do wonderful things." "There goes the gong. I must run away and dress. You will join us at din ner, will you not, Mrs. Ruthven?" "Thank you, I will." Lady Dorrington and Shirley went off to their respective rooms, and Marsden, pushing a low ottoman close to Mrs. Ruthven, sat down, almost at her feet. "You are a shade less pallid than you were," he said, taking her hand. "Let me see if your pulse is steadier." and he proceeded deliberately to manipulate her wrist. "I cannot say how awfully cut up I mn about this frightful business! If I were a millionaire, nnd could replace the gems you" have lost!" "Even If you were, you could not," In terrupted Mrs. Ruthven. leaving her hand In his. "There are associations " she paused. "I know," said Marsden 'Toor Charlie-" "Charlie!" she repealed, In a peculiar tone. "At any rate you will not leave until I enn accompany you." he continued. "I must stay and see this detective myself." "Very well," nnd stie tried to withdraw her hand; Marsden kissed it and let it go. "Did you see Miss L'Kstrange safely home?" she nsked. "Nora? No. Fortunately Winton turned op, and I gave Ler over to Mm; it was too t!ark to let f.er go alone." There in i pause, then Mn. Uuthv asked, dreamily, as if sp-aking out ot b thoughts: "W'liat did the jeweler in Paris My that loan who was collecting rubles tot a RiiNsiaa prince sit williug to giv fol mine '!" "I don't remember." said Msrsdwv When? When you were last iu FariiJ" "Yea. Don't you remember the claa of the necklace did not seeui secure, a4 I gave it to the jeweler that Count HeniJ de Meudon recommended? Or, wai U before you met me there iu June?" Before. I think. 1 should not BIT! forgotten, had I heard, though my mln was full of different matter." An eg- yreiwive glance gave point to his word. Mrs. Ruthven looked down with k thoughtful smile. 'Well. believe this agent, or jewel merchant, offered something like 1,500, (SK) francs!" "That was a large sum! I suppose It is worth it?" "I have always been told so. It U toe much to lose!" "It certainly is! I must bestir myself, and find some good investment for that money of yours, which is lying fallow in the Three IVr Cents." "I shall not invest in jewels, at all events! The sense of insecurity will ner er leave me." And she shivered. "You ought never to be alone gain," haid Marsden, in a low voice. "Well, you will eudure this ill-omened house till Monday, at least, then I will escort you to town. Is that understood?" "So be it," she returned. "And you will come down to dinnerl You must not allow yourself to despalrl These detectives do wonders, some times." "No doubt. But I see the difficulty ot recovering my rubies is enormous. Once out of their setting (and Mr. Wlntoa says thieves always take them out), how can I swear to them? How can I Identify them ?" "Let us hope for the best. Now, I have barely left myself ten minutes to dress. I shall find you in the drawing room, shall 1 not?" Ho took and pressed her hand once more before he went hastily away. Mrs. Ruthven looked after him with anxious eyes, then she clasped her hands together and walked once to and fro. Finally she went down to her toilot table and touched her lower eyelids with Khol, delicately, artistically; took up a shell containing rose-colored powder; but laid It aside again, divided the thick, curly fringe on her forehead to show her fine eyebrows, and fastening a bouquet o( deep red geraniums among the black lace of her corsage, wrapped her cloak cloeei round her, and descended to the drawing-room. The well-known astute London deteo tive, however, had no more success than the less experienced rural police. He made a careful search through the rooms, insisted on Mrs. Ruthven's repro ducing her position in the tent and minutely describing the circumstance! of the robbery, and inquired the length of time Marsden was absent. Finally . he hinted dsrkly that he hod an idea ai to the guilty party. "I don't say it's more than a suspi cion," he said to Mrs. Ruthven and Mars den; "but it seems to me it's not Impos sible that some trained hand might have got in among the confectioner's men, and watched his opportunity, l'ou see, if he had the pluck to go straight back to hll post, with the jewels in his pocket, and just kept at his work, he'd be as safe ai a church. There Is no tracing the cloak and hat to any one. I have spoken with the men who were here, and they seem all right; but two have gone away. I'll find out all about them when I go back to town. If one or other Is a stranger taken on a job, I'll have to track him." "It seems impossible that any man would have the daring to do such a deed and then return to his duties in the supper-room!" cried Mrs. Ruthven. "You can have no notion, ma'am, what a high-class swell mobsman would dare and do. It's possible the jewels hare) gone that way. We must hnnt up the thief in London, and especially in the big Dutch towns. There are a lot of Jew precious stone merchants abroad, as would give a long price for such gems and n questions asked. Of course, if they had a clear idea the goods were stolen, they would give notice fast enough, but they would not be too keen to act even on a shrewd suspicion." "You will give notice to all the prin cipal jewelers at home and abroad, and in the colonies, in case the lost gems are) offered for sale?" cried Marsden. "Yes, of course; but there comes In the difficulty of identification. Any way, I'U do my best for my own character's sake, and the lady's sake; but we'll say noth ing of the handsome reward you men tioned, sir; that Is against my principleei but if, when I have done my 'dooty you like to make me a compliment, that's an other pair of shoes." "You may trust me," said Marsden. "And me, too," added Mrs. Ruthven, with a sweet smile, whereupon, after en joining the strictest secrecy on his hearers regarding his suggestions as to the possi ble thief, the highly intelligent officer de parted. (To be continued.) How Turks Pray for the InfldeU. The following is an exact translation from the Arabic of the official prayer of Islam, which Is used throughout Turkey and dally repeated In the Cairo "A Khar" University by 10,000 Moham medan students from all lands: "I seek refuge with Allah from Satan, the accursed. In the name of Allah the Compassionate, the Merciful! O Lord of all Creatures! O Allah! De stroy the Infidels and polytheists, thine enemies and the enemies of the relig ion! O Allah! Make their children or phans, and defile their abodes, and cause their feet to slip, and give them, and their families, and their house holds, nnd their women, and their chil dren, and their relatives by marriage, and their brothers, and their friends, nnd their possessions, aud their race, and their wealth, and their lands, as booty to the Moslems, O Lord of all Creatures!" In all the other religions of even the seml-clvlliy.ed tmllons of the globe there can be no prayer found to paral lel this cruel appeal of Islam to the spirit of Inhumanity. Bulgaria, Da mascus, Lebanon and Armenia may or may not be hotbeds of antl-Turklsh In trigue; with such a national prayer Turkey stands self-condemned beforo the world. Philadelphia Record. f- ffi-V ' if: V'5 ii
