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j A Man of WHEN I looks backward down the trail." said tin- old cat- tleinnn. "if there is one man I relle. li on w ith MtitlMfai-tlon It's Cher- okee Hall. Thin yere Hall was the limdeNtext, doeentest loiighorn an ever shake hi antler in Arizona. He wan slim and light, wlilj a thin face and gray eyes. Thin yere man was a card sharp from his iiuhtusIh up, an' I never know him to have n dollar he doesn't gamble for. Nuthin' tinhorn, though. I see hi in one night, an' he set calmly Into Home four-handed po ker -fWt.lKH) table stakesan' he's Jest that sanguine an' hopeful about landin' on his feet an a clinmiirron sheep. Of course, times was plenty flush these days, an' fl.V) don't seem no mui-Ii giant sum. Trade Is lively an' value high aces tip callill' for$.M before the draw still we ain't none of u a uinkln' of gun waddin' of no such roll as f 1.".imh even then. The day olu't quite ho hal cyon a all that, neither. "But what I like most speshul In Cherokee Hull I hi Judgment He' every time Hunt. He ain't talklu' much, an' he ain't r.eedln' advice, neither, more'u a pig needs a six-shooter; hut when he concludes to do thing you can gamble he's join' to (tot It plenty right. "due time Mils yere Cherokee and fan Mock Is a coinin' In from Tuscon on thi since. Besides Cherokee an' Hoggs along comes a female, a close lierdln' of two young ones which them I u fun la illicit have been stringlu' liz ards an" every one a heap happier; nu' tiorler in charge of the whole oullil Is a long, lean man In a black coat. Well, they hops III, an' Hoggs an' Cherokee gives 'em the two back Heals on ac count of the female an' the yearlln's. "".My name is Jones,' says the man In the black coat, when he get settled back an" the stage Is goln', 'an' I'm nn' evangelist, an' plucks brands from the liiiruln'.' " Tin powerful glad to know It,' says Hogg. 'Them games of chance which enjoys public notice In this yere 'clime are so various, an' I did think I shorely test "em all; but If devices you name was ever open In Wolfville, I overlooks the same complete." " 'Pore sinkln' soul,' says the black- coat man, 'lie's a-l1oiinderln' In the mire of sin. Don't you know, my jwr lshln' friend, you are beln' swept down ward In the river of your own sinful life till your soul will be drowned In thi' abyss?" " 'Well, no,' say Hoggs, 'I don't. I allows I was makln' a mighty dry ford of It.' "'Lost! Lost!' say the black-coat man, a-leanln' back plenty hopeless. 'It I it stiff-necked generation, an' a sorely perverse lot' "Well, the stage Jolts along two or three miles an' nuthin' beln' said. The black-coat man groans occasionally, which worries Hoggs, an' the two In fants, gettin' restless, comes tiimblin' over onto Cherokee an' go searchln' of his pockets for mementoes. This yere Is about as pleasant an rofreshln' to Cherokee as beln burned at the stake, but the mother she leans back an smiles, an' of course he's plumb help leM My pore worm,' finally says the black-coat man, addressin' of Boggs, wuuievor avocations una you an your lost companion? " 'Why,' says Boggs, this yere's Hall Cherokee Hall. He turns faro In the Red Light; an',' continues Boggs, alow erln' of his voice, 'he's as squar' a man as ever counted a deck. Actoolly, pard, you might not think It, but all that man knows about a cold deck or dealln' sec ond, or any seen sinful schemes, Is Jest mere tradition.' "'Brother,' says the female, brlst lin' tip an' tacklln the biacx-cottt man, don't talk to them persons no more. Them's gamblers an' awful mean men,' an' with that she switches away the y earl ill's like they was contaminated. "This was some relief to Cherokee, but the young ones howl like coyotes nn wants to come back an' finish rob blu' their victim. But the mother, she spanks "em, an' when Boggs was goln' to give 'cm some cartridges outen his belt to ammme 'em, she senses hltn scan dalous, an' allows she ain't needln' no attentions from him. Then she leans back an' snorts at Cherokee an' Boggs mighty contemptuous. The young ones keeps on yellln' In a unmelodlous way, and while Cherokee Is c'am an' don't let on like be minds It much, Boggs gets nervous, an' finally lugs out" bis bottle, aimln' to drink a lot an' compvse bis feeitn's, wblcb tbejr was somewhat har rowed by now. " 'Well, I never,' tsars tbe woman. 'I shorely sets sou before now, but at least they had the decency not to drtak before a lad.' "This stampede Bona complete, an' Judgment, j e ; so lie throws the bottle outen tin? stage an don't get uo drink, "After it while t!ie stage strikes into I the miner end of n dark rockv i-anvon. This yere canyon was about two miles long an' was lately reckoned some bad. Nuthin' ha ever happened on the line, but those yere was Hie days when Vic toria and his Apache was cavorlln' 'round loose, an' It was mighty possibl they was a-liiyin soinewhar In the hills along the trail to Tucson. If they ev got a notion to stand up the stage, they was shore due to do It in this yere can yon, wherfore Cherokee an' Hoggs an (Id Monte, who drlvlu' regard It plenty suspicion. Send em through on the jump, .Monte, says Cherokee, stlcklu' out his head. no mo six Horses lines out at a ten mile gait, which rattles things a whole lot. an' make the black-coat man sigh, while the young ones sots up some up- pamn shrieks. The female gets spesh ui marl nt this, thlnkln" a how they're playln' It low down on her fumbly. But she takes It out In cullin' the yearlin now an then, jest to keep 'em yellln an' don't way nuthin'. Won, the stage got about half through the canyon when all at once nil on both sides In the rocks about twenty Winchesters begins to hop and Jump mighty permlseus, the same goln hand in hand with some whoops of on usual merit. Itii the first shot old Monte begins poiirin' the whip Into the team, and them bosses goes Into their collars like six lions. If plenty lucky aborlglnce ain't no shots. They never seems to get the philosophe of a hind sight none, nn' generally you can't teach their bullet with a ten-foot poll the only thing gets hit this time Is Hoggs. About the boginnin" a little cloud of dust files outen his shoulder an' hi face turn pale, an' Cherokee know he s creased. "Did they get yon hard, old man?" says Cherokee, some anxious, " 'No,' says Hoggs, tryln' to brace him self, 'I'll be around In a second. I wishes I had that whisky I hurls over board a minute back so graceful. "Well, the Injuns conicH tumblin' down onto the trail an' gave a chase, a hhootln' au a yellln" a heap zealous. As they wan on foot and the bus was makln' fifteen miles an hour by now, they could Jest manage to hold their own In the race, about forty rod to the r'ar. Finally Cherokee an' vere comes In his jedgment-after thlnkin' a i ond, says to Hoggs; J IDs yere Is the way I flggers It. If we keep on this way these Injuns will shore run In on us a half mile further at the ford. They're due to down a horse or .Monte maybe both In which eveiu uie singe snoreiy stops an it a a fight This yere beln' troo, an' as I'm elected for a tight anyhow, I'm goln to hop outen the stage right yere an' pull on the fight mese'f. Thls'll stop the chase, an', to tell the fact It's about the only chance In the box this yere pore female an' her offsprings has to live a little bit, an' I'm goln' to play It for 'em, win or lose. " 'Them's my notions,' says Boggs, a tryln' to pull hlmse'f together; "shall we take this yere shorthorn along? an' he p'lnts to where them fonr ten derfeet Is mixed up together In the back of the stage. " 'He wouldn't be no earthly use,' says Cherokee, 'an' you're too hard hit, Dan, yourse'f. 80 Jest take my regards to Knrlght an' the boys, an' smooth this all you know for Faro Nell, an' I makes the trip alone.' v "'Not much,' says Boggs, 'my stack goes Into the center too.' "But he didn't, though, 'cause Boggs had bled a heap morc'n he thought, an' the first move he makes he tips over In a faint. So Cherokee picks up his Winchester, an' openlu' Hie door of the stage Jumps clean free, an' they leave I1I111 thar on the trail. "Well, (lie stage comes Into Wolfville, ten miles further down, on the lope. Boggs Is still In a faint an' about bled to death, while Ihetn exhortlu' people Is shorely outen their mind. In no time a dozen of us lined out for Chero kee. Did we find him? Well. I should say we shorely found him. They'd got one bullet through his lalg an' thar he was, with his back agin a rock wall, an' his eyes glltterin', a-holdln' the can yon. There never was no Injun gets by him. Of course they all runs when they bears lis a-eoinln', so we don't get no light " 'I bones you nails one, Cherokee,' says Enrlgbt, 'playln' even on this yere lalg they shoots r " 'I win once, I think,' says Cherokee, 'over behind that big rock to the left' "Bun enough he's got on Injun, too dead to skin, an' comln' along a llttla further Jack Moors Bods a second. " 'Yere's n.iollier,' srys Moore, 'wtic-6 makes evil on Boggs." "That's right,' says Cherokee. 1 remember now; there was two. The card come some fast one time an' J i overlook a bet' ! "Well, we get In Cherokee all right an' the nex' day around comes the fe- I male tenderfoot to see him. j " 'I wants to thank my preserver,' she ; says. , ""You ain't under no obligations! whatever, inarm.' says Cherokee, rals- ! 111 up a little in the bed, while Faro Nell Jiuts another goose-ha'r pillow under him. 'I simply prefers to do my fight In' in the canyon to doin' it at the ford, that's all. It wag Jest a matter of straight busiiii as-jest a preference I has. Another thing, marm, I know you'll excuse it, seelu' I'm a single man an" onused to childish ways; but I was mighty glad for an excuse to get away from them blessed children of your'n." S;m Francisco Examiner. An Illinois Kip Van Winkle. due afternoon last week an old man stood on I.aSalle street, near the Uook ery building, in evident perplexity, lie had none of that "vegetable dandruff" about him which denotes the country man, but It was clear that his dollies had not boon made by a city tailor. He shrank instinctively from the pas lug wagons and he lacked that indefi nite something which marks the dwell- j ers in huge towns. He looked uneasily I up and down the street and then turn j ed his eyes toward the sky, but seem j ingly without finding what ho was searching for. Ilis embarrassment was 1 so evident that a hurrying business man, moved perhaps by memories of the time when he himself got up In Mu coid gray of morning to food the stock, stopped to offer help. "Are you a stranger In the city?" he asked by way of loading up to the (pies Hon gently. The old man looked at him distrust fully before he answered. "Wal, no," he said guardedly. "I can't hardly say that I was here In 7,0." "Considerable change since then," said the business man. "Somewhat," answered the old man, still distrustfully. "Can I help you In any ay? You seemed to bo looking for something." "No, I don't much think you kin help me," the old man said reflectively. "I know the streets pretty well. Studied '0111 up 011 a map afore I left homo. But say, stranger, kin you tell me which way I north? These blame bulldiu's Is so high n man can't see the sun, and how he's goln' to keep the' p'lnts of the compass straight without It Is niore'n I kin see." Chicago Times-Herald. I,uiig unices of I'alcNtlne. A regard the language spoken in I'ali-stlne in the time of Christ, much that is of high Importance has resulted from recent exploration. A dedication of Herod wa written both In Aramaic and in Crook, and there are a great many Creek texts of this age In all parts of the country, which show us that the old Canaanlte religion hail not yet died out, but were mingled with Crook mythology, so that, the immes of native and of Creek deities stand side by side. The region whore the Croekx were most numerous was apparently De capolls, east of the sea of Calllee, and It seems to me probable that the people of Cailara, who kept, swine, were Crooks, for the pig was regarded as an unclean animal by the Phoeni cians und other natives as well as bv the Jews. It ha often been disputed whether the gospels were originally written In Crook or Aramaic, but It has now been rendered certain by ex ploration that Creek wa very widely used In Palestine nt this time, and that It was understood by Uie Jews as well as by the others, we have recovered the stone written in Creek, which warn ed the Contlle not to enter the Inner court of the temple, and have found early Jewish bone boxes on Olivet In scribed in Creek. Had a Window In His Head. Although "every dog has his day," says a lxiiidon paper, few of the spe cies attain to the distinction and celeb rity of one which formerly belomri-d to I the late Arthur Durham. The fame of this animal was spread far and wide about five and twenty or thirty years ago, ami "lnirnam s clog" was as well known in scientific circles as the presi dent of the royal society. For the bet ter pursuit of his Investigations into the state of the brain In sleeping and waking, Mr. Durham had removed a large part of the animal's skull and had glazed the orifice with a stout watch glnsn. The pperatlon had been perform ed with the assistance of anesthetics and the dog was quite unaware that anything of the kind had occurred to him or that he had a transparent crown to his cranium. But through this wah-h glass the state of the circulation In his brain In sleeping or waking could be observed with the greatest accuracy and ease, and much useful Information was thus supplied by him. I believe that he lived happily for many years after ward, and that he suffered no Incon venience from having a glas top. Horned Toads. - Boys living in and about Han Diego, Oil., are making money catching horn ed toads for the Hawaiian Govern ment, which Is importing them to de stroy a Japanese bug which Is ruining many crops In the Island. The Govern ment wants 0,000 toads, and is paying the boys 91 a dosen for them. Oil and Oaa, Oil and gas stoves, while coming In competition with tbe old-time coal stove, have had no effect upon tbe sales of tbe latter. This Is somewhat re markable, but the history of a great many improvsoisaU la civilisation it like It Sr'ULTAV". 1 ,fiff j ""t ft J' ' CHAPTER XIII. Continued.) ! One evening, lihortly before Christinas. Marsdeu lin-i lood in luur than usual, nfit-r dining with nome friends at his club. 1 Ho stood 011 tart hearth-rug retail ng the political anil otlior gossip he hud hoard, I and u -hiioiiiiig Mrs. L'Kstrunge and Norn resnt-ciiiig their shopping. "Mrs. Ituthveu in coming to town next week," he said. "1 had a talk with Siiir l y to-day. He has been ilowii to see her; she has not deigned to oolii'iiiiliieate with me, lint I hour through my solicitor she has sold that villa she was so wild to get a month or six weeks ago, and made fif teen hundred munds by the transaction." "I it possible'" exclaimed N'lia. "Some people seem to have the (siwer of turning nil they touch to gold," said Mrs. lKstrmige. "Fortunate people," returned Marsdon. "Talking of gold, I see Winton's old unc le died rather suddenly on the thir teenth, so, 1 suppose he'll have plenty to do settling his affairs, instead of rushing liio k to punish the unworthy in his dis- ! 1riel "Whs old Mr. AYinton rich?" asked Mrs. I.'F.st range, carelessly. "I inn not sure. I think I have heard that he made money or saved money of late years, lie lived at a little shooting box lie had on the edge of a Yorkshire moor. I don't think lie ever held up his head since 'Black Mark' wont to the had." "Do not say tiiHt, Mr. Marsilen!" ex claimed Mrs. 1,'lOst range, earnestly. "Father and sou misunderstood each other; but the son whs more sinned against than sinning." 1 Ier delicate face Hushed us she spoke. "You are more charitable, than most people, Mrs. IKsl range, to one who, if not sorely belied, did not care for any one save himself; at any rale, it is likely Hod Mark, as we used to call him, will stop into his shoos," "Old Mr. Wintoii hud a daughter, I think?" "Yes, who married uguinst his will. I don't know what liecaine of her. I'cr lnip she inuy come in for some of the father's money. Hut 1 must bid you gond ii', as weil us good-iiiglit. I am going down to ICvesleigh to-morrow to see after some matters. I don't fancy, after all, Mrs. Ituthveu will take the place, she has made so many dillicullies and stipu lations." "How long ahull you he away?" asked Nora, who hail grown very silent of late. "Well, quite three or four days. Y'ou will write to inc. will you not, my sweet est Hweetlieart?" "Yes, certainly.' "And will you take a parcel for tne to BiDokdule?" asked Mrs. IlOstrango. "I'll go and fetch it." "With pleasure," said Marsdeu. "Now, deatest." he cried, ns soon as they were alone, "one farewell kiss. I have an odd sort of fancy that this may be" the lust you'll ever give me. It is extremely uii- srd, this superstition, and must mean I am going to die, for if I live I snail un doubtedly have many a sweet kiss in the iluys that nre coming." "Do not think of such things, Clifford," said Nora, more touched by his words than ho was aware, anil she leaned for ward to press her lips gently to his cheek. "1 trust you may have many, many hi ppy years before you." "Will you make me happy?" "I will do my best for you, dear. Clif ford. I will, indeed." "Cod bless you, darling!" kissing her hair, her brow, her cheeks quickly, pas sionately, and letting her go as Mrs. L'Estrunge re-entered the room. "It is not very large, and If you will send it over to the cook at Brookdale, I shall be much obliged," she said, handing the pneket to him. After a few more words Marsden bid them adieu and departed. Mrs. L'EBtrange and her step-diitighter drew nearer the fire, and sat for some minutes in silence. "I did not think Mr. Marsden as bright as usual, said the former, at length. "No. He was a little more serious than usual," returned Nora. "Hut he is always pleasant and kind. I really think, dear Nora, you are won derfully fortunate. Y'ours is a case where true love has run smooth." "The Idos of March have come, not gone." "That Is quite an uncanny speech, Nora." There was another pause Then Nora, gathering up her resontlon, said quietly: "Did Clifford Marsden know Mr. Win ton and his cousin when they were all boys?" "Yes. They used to be in Oldhridge now and then, and he was at my father's rectory once." "Will you think me unwarrantably In trusive if I ask you a few questions about those by-gone days?" laying her hand gently on her step-mother's knee. Mrs. L'Kstrange smiled thoughtfully. "No, dear, I can tell you anything, and there is not much to tell." "Did you know Clifford hefore you mar ried my father?" "Scarcely knew him. I met him sev eral times. He was a delightful boy at nineteen or twenty." "Was he a great friend of Mark Win ton's?" "No. More tne friend of the other Mark. Y'ou know both the Wintons had the same name, it used to make confusion. 1 hey had not been brought up exactly together. They were at different schools, hut both were sent to study with my father one for the army, the other for India. We used to distinguish them as Black and Bed Marks. They mnde Clif ford Marsden's acquaintance at his aunt's, airs. Atnerteya, at Oldhridge, and he cams down from London to see them once, for s few days, to my father's rec tory In Hampshire. Oh! what a sweet home It was. What sges sway back that time seems!" "Andl" whispered Nora, leaning lightly against her companion and fixing her eyes on the glowing coals, "Mark Winton was very fond of you I" "WeM," returned Mrs. IEstrange, with a quiet smile, "he fancied he was hs aid be wae-and I. a foolish, motherless trl tMtlevad Mm." fcSSht ,' ,1 U X V. "But wu he not faithful and iineV' surprised. been a luistuke uiewhere: !ut it all c ame hard euouirh MrS f.'I'wlrilr ru There was a gentleman in our ntithbor- hood who widhed me to mnrrv him a very good fellow. I was inclined to like him, but alter Mark made me believe he loved me I thought of no one else, and I refused my first admirer. Then Mark went away to India. He wrote to me once or twice. Then came my great sor row. My dear father died, leaving barely Kiillieieut to pay his debts. I was very friendless, we had lived away from all our relations, und I waited and waited for a letter from Mark, but none came for more thun a year. Then I had a curious epistle, bidding me farewell, and expres sing deep ngret for any pain he might have caused me. hut that marriage wus out of the question for him. I never re plied. I felt that chapter wus closed for ever. Thaf wns just ufter I went to live with Miss Webster an engagement Mrs. Atherley got for me." "1 could never have believed that such a mail a Mr. Winton would have acted so busi-ly," exclaimed Nora, her heart heating, her eyes lit up with indignation. "How can you " "But. Nora." interrupted Mrs. L'Es trange, quickly, "it was not Ited .Mark, whom you know, who behaved in this way! I do not fancy he ever was in love in his life. Oli, o! It was his cousin. Our friend wus always true and steady. 1 well remember when, owiiiir to the similarity of mime, some knowledge of his cousin's engagement to me reached him, he warned me against throwing away a certainty for a will-o'-the-wisp as, 110 doubt, I did. Ah! that whs a dreadful time. Its bitterness and morti lication sting me still! My life, under its new conditions, was dreary and trying enough to make me very grateful to your father for giving me the chance of lenving It and you know the rest." 'Then " Nora paused, and. chung- ing her sentence, observed, "Do you know, I fancied, at one time, that you would marry Mr. Winton?" Mrs. I-'Csl range laughed softly. "That is curious," she said", "for I fancied you and he were taking to each other, until after the Kvosleigh bull when a sort of change came to both of you." There was a pause of a few minutes. The light died out of Nora's eyes the color from her cheek. At length she said : "Then yon would not marry Mr. Win ton?" "it is extremely unlikely he would even nsk me," said Mrs. IEstrange, laughing. "And as to me, till ideus of love or matri mony are over forever. Boa is, and will be. my only love. I want no more." A dull sense of desnnir numbed V.r-o-a heart; if. was a few seconds before she could collect herself to say: "Do you think Ciifford Marsden knew all this?" "Yes; I imagined he did. He was very friendly with Mark and continued to be after our friend, Hod Mark, went out to India. My fiance, as I fancied him to be, did not go til! after. He was appointed to a regiment stationed at Delhi, and, I believe, wns very unfortunate and weak. mt. winton gave me au account of his later life. He died two years ago. I had not heard anything of him for a long time, und I was grieved to think of his wasted life! How well it is that the future is hidden from us! There, dear, is the wnnie History. The whole history! Mrs. I.'Estrange little dreamed what a sting it left in her step-daughter's soul. Was Clifford Mars den's memory really defective? Or, had lie misrepresented facts? Surely he was too much of a gentleman to do" so? At any rate, she (Nora) had been juggled out of the best chance of happiness ever offered her; for she now felt convinced Mark Winton bail loved her from the first. "Dear Helen," she said, rising with an effort, "I have kept you up too late; let us go to bed. What an extraordinary jum ble life is!" "Yes! Is it not Incomprehensible?" returned Mrs. IEstrange, kissing her. "You look dreadfully pale and tired Nora." "Incomprehensible!" the word kept re peating itself in fiery syllables all night long; strive as she would, Nora could hear nothing else, think of nothing else. What an incomprehensible destiny that which doomed her and the man that loved her well, as she now believed, to separation forever! Was she deceived or only inadvertently misled? If deceived she would never never forgive. And she must find out. CHAPTER XIV. The balmy air of Torquay did wonders for Mrs. Kuthven, and her own resolute eagerness to regain health and strength still more. The attentions and inquiries of various noble and distinguished invalids, sojourn ing, like herself, in that famous resort. soothed and satisfied her. Lady Dorrin it- ton had written glowing euloglums and recommendations of her friend and guest, and all things promised fair for the en suing spring campaign. But though sweet and placid to those few favored visitors who were admitted to her pres ence, the real vivifying influence which was bringing back energy to her system was the bone, the prospect of revenire. To lose Clifford Marsden, by whom she had been so fascinated, wns bad enough; to lose the lord of Evesleigh, the hero of a hundred conquests, was worse; to lose him to a simple, inexperienced girl, whom she had herself praised and patronized, was worst of all. Alrendy society had begun to talk of Clifford Marsden being about to marry some country nobody; but as yet there was no certainty in the report and, deep in hi-r heart, Mrs. Kuthven swore the msr rlage should never take place. It was part of her scheme to prevent Evesleigh from going into strange hands, even for a season. She was determined to rule there herself. Captain Shirley's visit wss a stimulating tonic; but she was not too confidential with her right hand man. Bhe listened to his accounts of Mars den's devotion to Nora, the steadiness and sobriety of his life In consequence, of the early date tied for their marriage, ha mnwm that k tfiafi4aA n aala an he possibly could upon his bride-elect, ete to all of which Mrs. Rutbveo listened ai most in silence, with downcast eyes, sod a slight, inscrutable smile. In veTin. Shirley tried to draw some oh- nations from her, which might indicate in wLot direction he current of her feei-in- wus M-tling. He could not even 1. lake up Lis mind if she had resolved to renounce Marsden. The only sentence wtieli cot-aped her lips on the subject was when Shirley reiterated the report that the marriage was to take place immediate ly; then Mrs. Ituthveu said, languidly: "if it does not take place soon it will probably not take place at all." "May I ask your reason for saying soV "Well, chiefly because Mr. Marsden is not a man of very fixed purioe and something may occur to change his views. Talking of change, did I tell you that 1 have got rid of that place at Twickenham? It seems that a rich stock-broker took a violent fancy to it, und he bus given me a thousand giouiids for my bargain." "Did you tire of it so soon?" asked Shir ley, in surprise. "os, sickness and seclusion have wrought a radical change in me. I now feel I must is- in lxiiidon and in the com plete country, alternately." "1 urn afraid, Mrs. Kuthven, that I have uncousciousiy done something, or left undone something, that has induced jiui to withdraw the confidence you once placed in me." said Shirley, with a wound ed sir. looting straight into her eyes. "Then you are mistaken: I give you ex acily the same amount of confidence I al ways did a good iliul, but by 110 moans all. You have been useful to me, and I have been useful to you. I am slill dis posed to lie your friend, but do not sup pose you have the smallest pow r lo injure me. The day is long gone by for that." "Injure you! Do you suppose that such an idea ever crossed my mind? My in clination is only to be your best devoted servant more, if you would accept moi" Mrs. Kuthven laughed softly. "I quite believe you," she said; "still " "You have never been quite the same since you were robbed of your rubies," he interrupted. "You seem to have grown doubtful of every one." "I am." she exclaimed, with sudden fire. "I'tterly, completely distrustful; and you mutter feeble complaints because I will not tell you the vague hope I have of recovering them. 1-ave that alone; I may confide even that to you one day, but never if I find you presuming to try discovery on your own account. 1 alone have a slight clew, and I will have no one meddle." Shirley looked at her so completely startled and surprised that she laughed a strange, almost hysterical, laugh. "You must not excite yourself." he exclaimed; "you might bring on another relapse." "That would never do," she returned, in an altered voice. "1 want to be well soon: I have a good deal to do. Toll me, Shirley," she went on, "why did you not make love to Nora C'Estr mgc? She would have been a suitable wife for you." "I was quite willing to do so, but some how it was impossible. 1 could never get beyond the weather, or the last new waits, with her." "What is there different in her from other women?" she asked, scornfully; "you have been tolerably successful with other women." "I don't know; Miss IEstrange is frank and pleasant, and all that sort of thing, but- she is the most inaccessible woman I ever came across." "Shirley, you are a fool! A young creature fresh from the school room and educational irons, is the easiest game of all! Man, have you so little experience as not to know you can always count on at least one traitor within the trenches?" "Perhaps the game was not sufficiently exciting; anyhow, Winton did not give a fellow a chance." "Winton! Y'es, that is a man I should enjoy mortifying. I think he was fond of Nora L'Estrange, and I suspect she liked him. But who would refuse Mars den of Evesleigh?" "He is not so great a catch." "Listen to me," cried Mrs. Kuthven, not heeding him. "1 want to go to Lon donlot me see I think I could bear the journey next week. 1 want you to take rooms for me at the Alexandria Hotel; I shall keep them for awhile. I like this place, and can go up to town as I like. You must secure good rooms, and have everj'Miing made comfortable and warm above all things, warm." Captain Shirley took her directions with profound attention, and then their talk flowed in ordinary channels. Mrs. Kuth ven, was quiet, and in rather a more cheer ful mood; she was more civil and friendly than usual. Y'et Shirley left her with an impression that there wns danger in the air. (To be continued.) Mushrooms as Food In Kurope. As an article of food mushrooms are becoming more widely and favorably known each year. Immense quanti ties are grown for market In caves near Paris, some of the beds being seven miles long. One grower has twenty one miles of mushrooms growing at Mery. In Italy the truffle beds are so valuable that they are guarded as care fully as are gamp preserves in England. But the poachers, quite equal to the necessity, train Mieir dogs to go among the beds, dig up those mushrooms of marketable value, and bring them out to the edge, where they nre waiting to receive them. Mushrooms bring in a revenue of 4.000 a year to Rome, and M. Roques calls tbe despised, toadstools the "manna of the poor." Mr. Julius Palmer, our own authority on mushrooms, says: "Were the poorer classes of Russia, Germany, Italy or France to see our forests during the autumn rains, they would feast on the rich food there going to waste. For this harvest requires no seed-time and asks for no peasant's toll. At the same time the value of mushroom diet ranks second to meat alone. America Is one of the richest countries In mushroom food." St. Nicholas. Tbe Gorilla's Lang Power. Recent investigations have brought to light the fact that the gorilla Is equipped with a sort of air bag In the chest over the lungs, and connected with the trachea or wind-pipe. By striking this organ the animal Is en abled to emit his terrible shrieks and roars. Bulwer-Lytton knew all tbe odaa and other poems of Horace by heart Be translate large portlona of HoraoTa iwwMita Into BlnalfMsi Tares
