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Prance la not adding a single raj to
Mr brilliant history by making war
aa the Jews.
It la announced, thitt BJornstjern
Jornson bas adtled bis name to tho.s
who uphold Zola. Well, that's a great
!U if a cure Is to be effected In tlie
t.'op nuisance the authorities must
Inaugurate it! do tramp will do any
thing. Tbe 20,000 people In Rochester, K. Y.,
who are employed In making cameras
4a not think that amateur photography
tm an objectionable fad.
tor the crLine of bleaching her hair
a sensitive St. Louis man killed hi
weetheart. Doubtless he wished to
teach her the proper way to dye.
A poet la the Buffalo -News ones half
a column to explain in verse how he
happened "to kiss her back." As poor
a marksman as that ought to cease hr
fg. It to reported that an Alabama wom
an, now 87, has a new set of teeth re
turning. If there U anything unusual
about this, the dentist should be inter
viewed. A young husband In Georgia has left
home and abandoned his family be
oause bin first born is a girl. This Is
carrying personal aversion to the "new
woman" idea entirely too far.
It cost some $9,000,000 a year to
keep our warships in shape. Such a sum
isn't much if the ships don't mo act aa
to raise doubts whether it's for the
floating debt or the sinking fund.
A Southern poetess sings: "I stand
hi the twilight; I'm kissed by the dew."
Ail of which may be very nice and very
poetical; but we advise her to employ
a good understudy for the dew.
la a New York police court the other
ay a stranger, who claimed to be a
real count, was fined $3 for disorderly
conduct. But he evidently was an Uu
aoator, for he had money enough to pay
Ma floe.
St. Louis claims to have a woman
08e eyes are turning to stone, fihe
would probably get along all right in
Bonton; all the Boston girls use the
easd, stony flare, if the novelists are
trustworthy.
Several surgeons in Cincinnati are
to operate upon a girl whose
Isn't on the right side." We
certain, however, that those doc
lf they will look around a little,
tod other girls who wear their
ou the left aide.
single order for 4,000,000 too of
Ma ha iron ore has been received in
this country from Wile, and It will
yield several million dollars to the mine
wners. Buch a big shipment of raw
santcrlal oat of the country 1 astonish
tf and significant.
An educational test for immigrants
at not always Just. The red-mouthed
anarchists are, as a rule, fairly well
educated, while some of the most de
atsnble Immigrants are densely ignor
aat, bat willing to learn American
ways and become American dtfaena.
U la high time to atop the seed in
41 perpetrated by the Department of
Agriculture. A Westers man says he
wrote to the Secretary of Agriculture
tot some tobacco seed and carefully
aped lied that he wanted certain brands
of plug, aad waa put off with the silly
icuee that they were giving out noth
tag bat floe cut this year.
A telephone operator In a place near
Now York Olty waa at Obrtatmaa the
recipient of checks for Are, ten and a
haadred dollars, a diamond pin, a dreas
patten aad eight boxes of randy; al
taoagb aba was known to the donors
eaty by bar gentle, respectful voice,
ber rislluusi to accommodate, and ber
operative number. When Doctor
ttotsnea gave one of Ma heruinea the
sola title of "Number rive," and
kencbed bar In row-color, he, too, pro
datDMortbat character Is Independent
of name or position, aad baa Its sure
Is always mora or leas Insin
cerity t bo noticed In every dlacuatdon
of she trU service question, aad It la
that many members of Cou-
who errdclae and denounce the
la public are privately In fa
vor of retaining tt The experienced
Oongieasinan prefer to be relieved of
taa spoils burden, which In times past
prevented ao many re-elections. A sin
gle poatofflce fight bas been known to
deprive tba country of the services of
a Tory able and useful representative
In Oongreaa. The present civil service
regulations may be Improved, no doubt,
bat the merit system la Indispensable.
Waits lu economics In a Western
aaJveroity baa just bee struggling
wlta the problem, flow woold yon
spend ton thousand dollars T There are
tweoty-flve men and eleven women In
(ho class, and tbey aamed fourteen dlf
fsront objects of ezpendltude. Educa
Jaa waa declared to be the first par-
i of the majority. Baal estate waa
favored Investment TwaJro
wanted to travel, tor pro-
money lor books, the
ssada an appropriation
aad tear vara willing
tta ssaat
as It wont, tt waa an lnatrurtivt exhi
bition, and the only thing needed ta
complete the revelation of their char
acters and training is that the Rams
stiKlenta should answer the correlative
question. How would you prefer to
earn ten thousand dollars?
Successive suicides among young
women prominent in social life form a
c'tapter of tragic interest in journalis
tic chronicle. Parallel with these da
jdoiaKe occurrence stand accoumts of
dreadful murder of children by chil
dren. It Is not enough to simply cata
logue thexe and other horrible deeds
as the acts of "degenerates." It is in
cumbent Uon thoughtful men and
women to insist uion thorough investi
gation of ail possible tendencies which,
develotH-d, culminate in such atrocious
attacks uiion individual life, and If con
tinued will disrupt human society. By
the very nature of the crimes such sci
entific Investigation falls within the
province of the medical profession. To
day the duty of a physician is not only
to restore the sick, but by sanitary
measures to prevent sickness. It is an
enlarged field of action from the Indi
vidual to the community. Furthermore,
modern science makes "the doctor" not
only sponsor for the physical life of the
community, but to a large degree
guardian of the public morals. It Is
not enough that an infant is born; It
mu-t be well born. If a child bears the
marks of degeneracy it tmwt be helped
to conquer those indications, not onJy
for Its own welfare, but to protect hu
man society. Medical students should
have the ethical repoitslblMry of their
profession Impressed upon them. The
science of healing comprises not only
a knowledge of chemistry and phytd
ology, but of anthropology and psychoV
ogy as wdl.
The trade returns of the United
States for the cslemdar year just closed
are one of the most remarkable exhib
it In the commercial history of the
country, in that they show that In no
year slace the organisation of the gov
ernment have the export of the ooun
' ry been so large. Of our entire product
In 1SD7 nearly $l,lo0,0u0,000 worth
found foreign purchasers and was sold
abroad. During the year we purchased
in the foreign market product amount
jig to !74XtJ30.W, so that to be exact
the nation's balance sheet waa $382,
000,000 in our favor. The year previous
our balance was $311,300,317, which
was phenomenal, being, up to that
time, the largest In our history. This
showing Is Interesting as showing the
growth of oar foreign trade and com
merce, but it is still more so as an ex
hibit of our condition as a creditor na
tion. While it Is true that we sold
abroad 1382,000,000 more merchandise,
produce and ailver than we bought, we
received no more gold than we paid to
'he foreigners. With such a balance
standing to our credit and nothing
standing agalnot It, the question of pre
serving our gold reserve in the treasury
would be the moat simple of all our
economic questions, while the subject
of currency reform would not require
a moment's attention from statesmen
or financiers. Both of Utoo problems
would solve themselves. It therefore
"becomes an Interesting study to decide
where the apparent balance of trade in
our favor has gone and why It does not
appear in gold Imports to settle that
balance. A very considerable portion
of thl balance has been absorbed to
pay the Interest on our lndebtedneaa
held abroad. This la estimated at
15,000,000,000, and at 4 per cent Inter
est would provide for $200,000,000 of
our balance. Another Item Is the
amount expended by Americana
abroad. Navigation reports show the
number of oturists and others who an
nually go abroad to be about 100,000,
and the expenditure of these travelers
is estimated at $750 each, or a total of
$70,000,000. Another Item against the
balance la tba net freight charges paid
foreign aMp-owners for transporting
our gooaa, wnicn la estimated at 8 per
cent, of their value, which would bo
about $40,240,000. Account must alao
be taken of the mony seat by Immi
grant back to their native lands. This,
however, la so lndennlta that It la bard
to estimate It. The amount aont home
by Uie Irish, Germans, Italians and
Scandinavians la enormous. It could
hardly be leas than $10,000,000, aad It
might reach a sum four or live times
as large- But leaving out that Item
entirely and our net balance Is at once
reduced to about $70,000,000. It Is quit
probable that when the profit of for
eign syndicates owning mines, brerwer
'es, mannafctoiies of all kinds and
landa have been returned the apparent
balance of $70,000,000 would disappear
altogether. It Is because our balances
ire provided for before tbey are cred
ited to us that make our financial
probletna ao serious and perplexing.
He Was Not tbe One.
A bishop of the Methodist church waa
preaching a sermon on tbe vanity of
dress, and Incidentally alluded to peo
ple who wore velvet and gold orna
ments. After the sermon a distingu
ished member of his conference ap
proached him and said; "Now, bishop,
I know you were striking at me, for
I hare a velvet vest and a beavy watch
chain." Tbe bishop smiled, passed his
band over the vest, touohed tbe chain,
and then said, with a merry twinkle In
bis eye: "No, really, Brother B., for
the vest you wear Is only it cotton vel
vet and I am half persuaded that your
watch chain Is brans."
The Largest Creamery.
St- Albans, Vt, has the largest
creamery In tbe world, wherx tbe milk
of 12,000 cows Is converted into butter
very day. Tbe dally output of butter
la about 10,000 pounds.
The younger a girl Is, tbe batter she
gets along with ber mother.
Vary ttm nice girls have foal awtb-
era.
CHAP TEH XX. Continued.!
Sir Christopher, believing biin to be un-ic-r
the influence of drink, opens his lips
Jvith the evident intention of ordering him
from his presence, when Sir Murk inter
poses. "He bus come to say something. Iet
iim say it," he says, tapping Sir Chris
topher's arm iM-rsuasiveiy.
"Ay, let me," says Sly me, in a low tone,
ret always with the remnant of a wasted
passion in it. "It has lain heavy on my
leart for years. I shall fling it from me
mw, if the effort to do it kills me."
Turning his bleared eyes right and left,
te searched every face slowly until he
omea to Fabian. Here his examination
mes to an md. Fastening his eyes on
fabian, he lets them rest there, and never
igain removes them during the entire in-
erview.
T call you to witness," he says, now
nriLiiij himself uuon the breast, "that
t'hstever i have done bas not gone un
punished. If my crime bas bp vile, my
lufferiugH have tx-en terrible. 1 have eu
iured torments. I want no sympathy
one. I expect only detestation and re
venge, but yet I would have you remem
ber that there was a rime when 1 was a
iiaji, not tb hodden, brutish, coutempti
le thing I have become. I woold ask
foil to call to mind all you have ever
jeard about remorse its stings, its agony,
its despair, mid 1 would have yon know
iat I have felt it all; yea, more, a thou
and times more!"
All this time he has his hand pressed
igainst his i-hett in a rigid fashion. His
ip have grown livid, his face lt!e as
my corpse.
"This is mere rating." says Wr f'hris
tophiy, eioitwily; but again Gore restrains
bim as he would have gone forward to
wder Slytne to retire.
"To-day," goes on Slyme, always with
lis beavy eves ou Fabian, "I heard you
peak in niy defense mine! Sir, if you
xmld only know bow those flaming word
of yours burned into my heart, bow tbey
save burned since, bow they are burning
now," smiting himself, "you would be
half avenged. I listened to you till my
brain could hear no more. You spoke
kindly of me, you hsd pity on my old age
upon mine, who had no pity tm your
youth, who ruthlessly ruined yonr llfl,
who
"Man, if yon have anything to confess
to explain say It!" breaks in Sir Mark,
vehemently, who is half mad with hope
and expectancy.
Portia has riwn from her low seat, and
forgetful, or regardless of comment, is
gazing with large, wild eyes at the old
man.
Sir Christopher has grasped Mark
Gore's arm with almost painful force, ami
la trembling so violently that Gore places
bis other arm gently round him and keeps
It there as a support.
CHAPTEK XXI.
"It was for him I did it, for his sake,"
ays Gregory Hlyme, monotonously. II
Is losing his head a little now, and his
mind i wandering back to earlier day.
"For my boy, my son to save him. It
was a sore temptation; and he never
knew, he never knew."
A gleam fit something like comfort
forties into his eyes as be says this.
What did voa dot demands Dickv
Browne, in an sgotiy of hope and doubt
'Can't you say it at once and be done
with it? Speak out, man do!"
"Curse me! Kill me if you will!" cries
Slyine, with sudden vehemence, stretch
ing out bis hands to Fabian, and still deaf
to any voice but his. "You have been de
ceived, falsely a conned, most treacherous
ly dealt with. It waa I forged tbe check
not your
The miserable man, as be makes this
confession, falls upon his kneea and cov
ers his fsce with his hands.
A terrible cry bursts from Pulce; she
springs to ber feet, and would have rushed
to Fabian bat that Roger, catching ber In
bis arms, prevents her. And indeed it is
do time to approach Fabian. He has
wakened at last Into life out of his curious
calm, and the transition from his extreme
quietude of a moment since to the state
of ungovernable passion In which he now
finds himself is as swift as it is danger
ous. "You!" he says, staring at the abject
6gure kneeling before him, in a tone so
low as to be almost inaudible, yet with
such an imount of condensed fury In it
as terrifies the listeners. "You!" He
makes a step forward as though he would
verily fall upon his enemy and rend blm
In pieces, and so annihilate him from the
face of the earth; but before be can touch
him, a slight body flings itself between
him and Hlyme, and two small, white
bands are laid upon bis breast. These lit
tle bands, small and powerless as they
are, yet have strength to force him track
ward. -Think," says Portia, in a painful whis
per, "think! Fabian, you would not barm
that old man."
"My dear fellow, don't touch him." wi
Hicky Browns. "iJon'U lu ynnr present
frame of mind a gentle push of yours
would be his death."
"Death r says old Rlyme, in such s
strange voire that Instinctively they all
listen to bun. "It bas do terrors for me."
Be baa raised his bead from his bands,
and la now-gaxlng again at Fabian, as
though fascinated, making a wretched
and withal a piteous picture, at bis thin,
white locks stream behind bim. "What
have I to live for?" he cries, miserably.
"Tba boy I slaved for, sinned for, for
whom I rained you and my own soul, la
dead, cold In hit grave. Have pity on roe,
therefore, and tend me where I may rejoin
Either the excitement of bis confession
or the nervous dread of the result of it
has proved too much for him, because
Just at the last word passes his lips he
flings his trms wildly into the air and with
a muffled cry falls prone, a senele mass,
upon the ground. When tbey lift him they
find clutched in his hand a written state
ment of all he has ctrafewed so vaguely.
They are very gentle in their treatment of
him, but when he has recovered concious
ness and has been carried by the servants
to his room, it must be acknowledged that
they all breaihe more freely.
Sir Christopher is crying like a child,
and so is Dicky Browne. Fabiuu, now
that bis one burst of passion is at an end,
is again strangely silent. Mark (Jure,
laying his hand upon his shoulder, says
something to him in a low tone unheard
by tbe rest, who are all talking together
and so making a solitude for these two.
"It is too late," says Fabian, replying to
him, slowly; "too late." There is more of
settled conviction than of bitterness in his
tone, which only renders it the more
melancholy. "He was right. lie haa
ruined my life. Were I to live twice the
allotted time given t" mna I should never
forget these last five horrible jenrs. They
have killed me; that is. the best of me.
I tell you deliverance has come too late!"
"Do not say that-an; thing but that,"
entreats I'ortia, in deep agitation. Once
more this evening she lays her small, jew
eled hand upon his breast and looks into
his eyes. "Fabian, there is renewed hojie.
a fn-sh life before you; take courage. He
member Oh, Mark, sjs-nk to bun!"
Khe is trembling violently and her
breath is coming with su-picious diuiculty.
Her lips are quivering, and pain, actual
physical pain, dimming the luster of her
violet eyes. The old ache is tugging an
grily at ber heart-strings now. Still Fa
bian does rxit relei.
As yet the very salve that has cured bis
hurt bus only made the hurt more unen
durable by dragging it into public notice.
Now that lie is free, emancipated from
the shadow of this crime that, has encom
passed him as a cloud for so long, lu pro
portions seem to grow and increase until
they resch o monstrous size. To have
been wounded in tbe body, or deprived of
all one's earthly goods at s stroke, or be
reaved of one's nearest and dearest, would
all have been sore trials, no doubt. But,
alas! to make him a fixed figure for scorn
to point his low, tinmoving finger at.
What agony, with misfortune, could cope
with that? And she. who had not trust
ed him when she might, will he care that
she should trust him now when she must?
Slowly he lifts the pale, slender hand,
and very gently lets it fall by her side.
CHAPTER XXII.
The night closes in, the rain has ceased,
or only now and then declares itw-lf in
fitful bursts, but still the wind rages and
the storm beats noon land and sea ss
though half its fury is not yet expended.
Tbe clouds are scudding hurriedly toward
the west, and now and then, as they sep
arate, one catches a glimpse of a pale dy
ing moon trying to shine in the dark vaults
above, ber sickly gleam only rendering
more terrible tbe aspect of the land be
low. Ht ill the lightning comes and goes, and
the thunder kills the sacred calm of night.
Dulce aud Julia, standing in the window,
jaw fearfully toward the nngry heavens,
and speak to each other in whispers, Por
tia, who is sitting in an armchair, with
ber colorless face uplifted and her head
thrown back, is quite silent, waiting with
a kind of morbid longing for each return
ing flash.
The men are standing is another win
dow, talking in low tones of Fabian's
exculpation, when Febian himself come
in, eagerly, excitedly, and so unlike the
Fabian of old that Portia gases at him in
silent wonder.
"There la a ship in sore trouble down
there," be says, pointing as though be can
see tbe sea down below, where now the
angry surf is rolling in, mountains high,
hoarsely roaring as it comes. "Brown
from the sea-coast station has just run
up to tell us of It, They are about to man
the lifeboat; wno will come down to the
beach with me?"
They have ail come forward by this
time, and now tbe men, going eagerly to
seise on any coals and hats nearest to
them, make themselves ready to go down
and reuor any assistance that may be re
luired of them. The station is but a little
sne, the coast guards few, and of late a
ort of Intermittent fever has laid many
f the fishermen low, so that their help
may, lor all tner yet can know, be sorely
needed.
Fabian, wno has been delayed in many
ways, is almost tht last to leave tbe
bouse. Hurrying now to the doorway, he
is stopped by a slight figure, that, coming
up to him in tbe gloom of tbe night that
rushes in upon him from the opened ball
door, seems like some spirit of tbe storm.
It la Portia. Her fsce is very white, her
lipt are trembling, but her eyes are full
of a strange, feverish fire.
"May I go, too? Do not prevent me,"
the sayt, in an agitated tone, laying her
hand upon his arm. "I must go, I can
not stay here atone, thinking, thinking."
"You!" interrupts he; "and on euch a
night as this! Certainly not Go back U
tbe drawing room at once." Involuntarily
he iots out his bnnd across the doorway,
as though to bar her egress. Then sud
denly recollection forces Itself upon hlin.
he drops bis extended arm, aud coldly
averts his ejes from hers.
"I beg your pardou," be says; "why
should I dictate to you? You will do as
you please, of course; by wbst right do I
advise or forbid you?"
Oppressed by the harshness of his man
ner and his determined coldness that
amounts almost to dislike, Portia makes
do reply. When first be spoke bit words,
though unloving, had still been full of a
rough regard for ber well-being, but bis
sudden change to tbe Indifferent tone of
aa utter stranger had struck cold upon
her heart. Cast down and dishes rtened,
she now shrinks a little to one side, and by
a faltt gesture of tbe baud motions him
to the open door.
As though oncorMM-ions, or cruelly car
less of tbe wound he has inflicted, Kabiaa
turns away from her and goes out into
the sullen, stormy night, and, reaching
the side path that leads directly through
the wood to the shore, is soon lost to
sight.
I'pon the beach dark forms are hurry
ing to and fro. Now and ttieu can be
heard the distant signal gun; small knot
of fishermen are congregated together,
and can be wen talking anxiously when
the lurid lightning, flushing overhead,
breaks in upon the darkness.
There is terrible confusion everywhere.
Hurried exclamations and shrill erics of
fear and pity rise above the augry moan
ing of the wiud, as now and then a faint
lull conies in tbe storm; then, too, can be
heard the bitter sobs and lamentations of
two women, who are clinging to their
men, as though by their weak arms they
would hold them from battling with the
waves to-night.
CHAPTER XXUI.
"Where is the ship'" asks Dicky
Browne, laying his hand on the ana of
one of these ancient mariners to stndy
himself, whilst the old salt, who is nearly
thrice his age, stands steady as a rock.
"Close by a schooner from some f urrin
Iirt, with wine, they say." Ho shouts
tbe old man back again.
"And the lifeboat?"
"Is manned tin' away. Twill be a tus
sle to-night, sir; no host con Id live in such
a sea, I'm thiuking. Hark to the roar of
it."
The dull moon, forcing Itself through
the hanging clouds, casts at this moment
a pallid gleam upon the turbid ocean, mak
ing the terrors of the hour only more ter
rible. Now at last they can Bee the doom
ed vessel; the incessant dashing of the
waves is slowly tearing it in pieces; mo
mentarily its side it in danger of being
driven in.
At this piteous sight men cry aloud, and
women fall upon their knees; some figure
with flowing hair can be seen near one of
the dismantled masts. It is a woman!
and what is that she holds aloft a child,
a little thild.
The agony increases. Some run along
tie beach in frantic lmpotency, calling
upon heaven to show pity now, in tunes
that even pierce the ghastly howling of
the wind. Anon, the quivering light
ning comes again, shedding a blue radi
ance over all. Twice has the lifeboat
been repulsed and driven back, in spite of
the strenuous efforts of its gallant crew.
Dulce, who has run down to the strand,
without a word to any one, and who is
now standing n little apart with Roger's
arm round her. hearing this unearthly cry,
covers her fa' with her hands aud shiv
ers violently in every limb. At this mo
uietit Portia, creeping up to where Ihey
are standing, wilh hands uplifted to her
forehead, tries to pierce the gloom, The
spray from a projecting rock being flung
back upon thein drenches them thorough
ly. Roger, putting out his hand hurriedly
draws Dulce out of its reach, and would
have persuaded Portia to come to a more
sheltered spot, but she resists his entreaty,
and, waving him from her impatiently,
still continues her eye-search for some
thing that she evidently supposes to tie on
the bench. Where she is standing, a
shadow from a huge rock so covers her
that she is invisible to any comer.
Now s-.nio tine is advancing toward
them through the darkness and clinging
mist. Dulce, who is sitting on the ground
and weeping bitterly, does not see bim, but
Roger goes quickly toward him. It is
Fabian, pale but quite composed, and with
a certain high resolve in his dark eyes.
There is, indeed, in this settled resolve
something that might be almost teTmed
gladness.
"Ah! it is you," he says, hurriedly,
beckoning t Roger to come further away
from Dulce, which sign Roger obeying,
brings both him and Fabian a degree near
er Portia. Yet, standing motionless aa
she does within the gloom, they neither
see ber r.or feel ber presence.
"Here, catch my watch," says Fabian,
quickly, in a businesslike tone; "and,"
with a short laugh, "keep it If I don't
come back." He flings him the watch at
he speaks.
"Where are you going?" asked Koer,
breathlessly, "where?"
"With those fellows in the lifeboat.
They want another hand, ntw poor Jen
kins has been bowled over, and I shall
go; they are losing heart, but my going
with thm ahall change all that. Tell
Unlet "
i ' "You shall not go!" cries Roger, fran
tically. "It la throwing away your life.
There are those whose lives can be bet
ter spared; let them go. It me go.
Fabian, think of that old man at bom."
"My dear fellow, don't be in such a hur
ry," says Fatiiaa, lightly. "Those poor
fellows below have wives and families
depending on them, and no one implores
them not to go; I will take my chance
with them."
lie turns tbruptly aside, and springing
down from the rock where be has been
standing, finds himself again on the beach.
He Is hurrying once more towsrd tht boat,
which, having sustained some slight in
juries Id Its laat attempt, la not quite sea
worthy, but requires tome looking after
by the men before they can start afresh,
when he la stopped by tbe pressure of two
soft hands upon bis arm.
Turning, be lookt Into Portia's eyes. She
ia haggard, ghastly lo her pallor, but un
speakably beautiful. Her fair hair, hav
ing come undone, is wsving lightly io the
tempestuous wind. Her lipt are parted.
"You are not going out there?" she
sty a, pointing with a shudder to tbe tu
multuous waves, and speaking lu a tone
to full of agony and recklett misery that
It chills him. "You ahall notl Do you
bear? Fabian, Fabian, listen to me!"
It I so dark and wild that no one can
see her; no eara but his can hear. Bbe
flings herself In a passion of despair upon
her knees before bim and encircles him
with ber arms.
"My darling! My beat beloved, stay
with me!" she cris, wildly. "Hate me
spurn me live! llvel that sea will tear
yon from me It will kill "
Stooping over ber, with a very gentle
movement, but with determination, be un
clasps her cliuging arms and raises her
to her feet.
"Y'ou mutt not kneel there on the wet
sand," he says, quietly; "and forgive me
if I remind yon of it. but you will not
care to remember all thin to-morrow."
"I shall not remember It to-morrow,"
replies she, in a strange, dreamy tone,
her handa falling nerveless at her ablet.
Khe does not seek to touch or persuade
him again, only gates earnestly up at hint
through the wretched mitt that enshrouds
them, with a face that la aa tbe facet of
tbe dead.
Upon his arm is s thswl one of the
women below (he Is very desrly beloved
la tba village) bad forcad upoa biss aa
n u krinriof it back i
return it to her before starting, bat, a
thought striking him. b onfoidt it, aad
trosM-s it over Fortia't bosom.
"One of the women down there lent if
to me." he says, coldly still, but kindly
"Return it to her when you can."
With t little passionate gesture ah
flings it from her. letting it Be ou the
ground tt her feet.
"It is too late - the coldness of desth la
uiwn me," she says, vehemently. Then,
in an alten-d tone, calmed by despair, tha
whispers, slowly, "Fabian, if jou will die
forgive me first?"
"If there is anything to forgive, I have
done so long ago. But there is nothing."
'is there nothing in the thought that
I love you, either? lias not this knowl
edge power Ui drag yon back from tba
grave?"
"I love you now as I never loved VOO,
returns he, with sudden, eager paasioa.
Her anus are round his ueck. her head ia
thrown back, her lovely eyes, almost ter
rible now in their intensity, are gazing
Into his. lustinclively bis arms arc around
her he bends forward.
A shout from the beach! The host m
launch. st. and tbey only await him to go
upon their (M-rilous joiirin v. When death
is war, small things grow even less.
"They call me," be murmurs, straiivmg
her to bi heart. Then be puts her a little
away fmtn him, still holding ber, and
looks oti.e more info her large, tearWssi
ejes. "If life on earth l done," he say
solemnlv, "l hen in heaven, my soul, we
meet g:iin!"
He lajs bjs bps on hers.
CHAPTER XXIV.
It is but a little half hour afterward
when they bring him back again, aud lay
him gently aud in silenn' upon the we
sand. Some spar had struck him, they
hardly know what, aud had left him aa
they brought him home.
Many oicc are uplifted at this sad re
turn, but all grow hushed and quiet at a
girl with bare head iress- her way re
lntely through the crowd. whI, moving
aside those who would mercifully have
delayed her, sits down uoa the sand be
side him, and, lifting his head in her anna,
dnuk and dripping with sen foam, lays It
tenderly tiou her knees. Stooping ovss
it, she pre-wes if lovingly against bet
breast, and with tender fingers smooth
hack from the pale forehead the short, ws
masses of hia dark hair.
"He is very cold," she ssys then, with
a little shiver.
Kir Mark, seeing the fears are roantog
down Dicky's cheeks, and that he It la
capable of saying anything furtheT, pusasa
him gently to one side, and munnuBa
something in Portia's ear.
She seems quite willing to do anythaag
they may desire.
"Yea, ye. He must come heme. It
will bo better. I will come home wit
him." And then with a long-drawn sigh,
"Poor T.ucle Christopher!" Thlt la tba
last time her thoughts evor wander away
from her love. "It will be well to tako
hjm away from the cruel sen," she sajrw,
lifting her eyes to the rough but kindly
faces of the boatmen who surround hr.
"But," piteously, "oh! do not hurt him!"
"Never fear, missy," says one old taiite,
in a broken voice; and a young ftllow,
turning aside, whispers to a comrade tha
he was "her man," in tones of hesrtftM
pity.
Still keeping hia head within her araaa
she rises slowly to ber knees, and tbaat
the men, carful to humor ber, so lift t
body that she even when she has git
her feet ha ttill this dear burden In aa
keeping.
Hhe gives way only when they seek to
lift htm to a rude litter they have eaa
strncted. Then sue sinks beside blm, aa
conscious, and then a long sleep, a
dream, vivis, yet wild, ia which, through
weeks of delirium, sbo lived over agate
her weak, mistaken past, ending Id tad,
remorseful self-tipbraiding for ber laeh
of trustfulness in a man who bad proved
himself a hero.
And then joy. for his eyes, bit lovinr
ly upon her, were tbe first to greet bat
waking glaucc
Oh! heaven was g.jod he lived. The
ea had given her back her darling. Oh I
heaven was kind the same tender light
she had seen in his eyes when he left hot
that fateful nigbt of th wreck, looked
down into her own, full of tht memory 4
the broken words of remorse tbe had
uttered while he bad watched by her aide.
"Portia," be snld, simply, "tbe storm at
over. We bar come into the have at
laat."
"Of love," she sobbed npos hia
der "of perfect lova."
(The end.)
Tried to Smoke Her Oat
A Bellefontalne (Ohio) special aayat
Several months ago airs. Nettie naaa.
of Indlanapolla, came to this city to aa
galnte claaeea In painting and draws
Ing. For several weeks a he and baa
two daughters have been living la a
furnished bouse belonging to Man.
Maggie (linn. Mrs. Loehr paid bat
rent until the 0th Inst., and waa not
fled by Mrs. Olnn that the bouts was
desired on the 7th, as the property bad
been rented to other persona. Both ant
ployed lawyer. Mrs. Glnn bad taa
furniture removed, aud Mra. Loehv
held tbe fort, with furniture suppUeat
by friends, In tbe meantime tendering
a month's rent, which waa refnaad.
Early yesterday morning, Mrs. l-nha
says, she heard an u usual nolae la tn
cellar. A few minutes later fnmta oi
sulphur filled the house. Investigation
showed that the hot-air sbuft In taa
basement had been dlacomnectod aad a
roll of cotton batting sprinkled wlta
sulphur set on fire on the ground,
whert tha fumes would sffitnd
through tha register. Indianapolis
Nsws. ,
Clnoks All Agree.
Brussels baa a very complete irstoa)
of time aervloe, which tbe ni arc bants
use generally, and one cannot go any
where without being faced with the
eiact time. There are 451 tltctrl
clocka In service, sll governed by taa
master clock, which lo this cast la the
town clock. Each minute all the bands
of tba clocka in tbe circuit are advaa
ed one minute by the action of a cur
rent impulse sent out by tba maatet
clock. The coat of tba service la 9M
for tba Initial Installation, but aftet
tbat tbe yearly coat Is only about H
A Oreat Many Times.
The legal axpansea of a bankm.
of big deUa.
