That Mysterious i Mafor.c. L___ ...I1Y... ETHEL A. SOUTH AM CHAPTER IV.—(Continued.) Hut ali thoughts of a stroll in the [own had entirely forsaken him now. He also, like Miss I.uttrell, had sud .(*miy been soiled with a longing for • » quiet afternoon under the trees, in .his case to pursue an interesting de late in the Times; and. with this idea in view, he immediately turned away from the window, caught up the first paper which came to his hand, and went out into the hall. Yet five min utes later, as he sauntered leisurely uross the lawn, glaclng cursorily from iido to side, a slight feeling of guilt for the first time came over him as • gap in the trees revealed a glimpse >f a familiar white parasol. • Fiddlesticks! Because Miss I.uttrell luf 1 .ondon daily literature, he discov ered himself aimlessly scrutinizing the visitors’ list and the many advertise ments which occupied at least two thirds of the Saltcllffe Chronicle, paused In consternation at the sight which met her eyes. CHAPTER V. There was Master Sambo literally surrounded by a mixed collection of cigars and cigarettes, whilst between his paws was calmly reposing a sil ver-mounted Russian leather cigar case, at which he was gnawing with apparently as much enjoyment as if it had been one of the most tasty bones. "Sambo, whero did yon get it? Oh, you Imd dog! Whose in the world can it be?" In an Instant Kvelyn had seized hold of the cigar-case and dragged It away from the poodle's clutches, but, alas, not before the whole of the leather had become indented with well-defin ed tooth-marks, whilst one of the cor ners had been entirely nibbled away! "We’l, Sambo, you have quite sur passed yourself this time!” Kvelyn held up the cigar-case before the culprit with a threatening air, nnd then gave him a couple of small pats with it on his two front paws. But what was she to do about It? To whom could it belong? That was more to the point than scolding Sam bo. She raised her head and looked round anxiously, but drew back as her eyes fell upon a familiar form. "Sambo, surely you have never touched anything of that man's?” Yet, as she gave a hurried glance a* the initials engraved upon one side of the case, her heart sank within her. Yes—it was too true. Should she make her escape into the house, and leave Sambo, surrounded by the litter, to settle his own diffi culties? It would certainly be the easiest thing to do; but certainly that Sambo was her own dog, and that she was responsible for his actions, would lying back on the green swaiid. No wonder therefore that, after some rrilrnten he quietly discarded it, and. tying back on the soft green award, tilted hta hat far over his eves and prepared to enjoy the perfect calm ness of the day. Hut half an hour had passed quietly; hi* feelings of perplexity hail given place to hopelessness, and hopeless ness to a general sense of lassitude, which had brought tiini to that stage when the sights and sounds around hint had grown vague and Indistinct, tnd before long he was traveling peacefully In the land of sleep. Thus he was quite tinconscious of I the fact that a little black French j poodle had discovered him and hud sniffed suspiciously round him for two ir three minutes, and also quite un- j •oiiaclous that, when that tittle black Vrench poodle ha her side • silence which was perhaps omnaou* -»f t iming «rll from lhe verv lari that any unusual eatmaes* upon Ham ho'* part generally foreboded mischief • hr t>-at forw ,*rd and iv•mg h* even from her book, a»ked whal b« was doing Mantlet' * Horhu and d unsay were depicted ofvtsa bar countenance her t*ne* were PMeg with the keaneet reproach, as sips gusai np frost her chair and . not it be rather a mean way of yet- I ting out of the mischief? She took up her book and set off with Sambo. "This will be a very good test as to whether he is un educated man," mus ed Kvelyn. "Common people can nev er disguise their teeilngs. Anyhow, it has to lte done; so come along. Sam bo, and bear the brunt of his wrath!” And, with un admirable assumption of Indifference, us If prepared for auy reception, Miss Luttreil braced herself up for the encounter and advanced slowly towards the recumbent form of the Major, who was still lying stretch ed at full length beneath the shade of the overhanging trees. Hut. as she reached his side and was just about to begin a carefutlv j prepared apology she paused, then hurriedly drew hack, for the gallant Major was si ill Indulging In the pro verhlal "forty winks.” Musi she wake him? No decided ly not; It would never do to disturb hi* slumber* Any annoyance that he might feel Would he ten times Imreas ed If he was so summarily rowed lie "blew cogitated Ktelvn with a sigh of relief at the thought of n respite If he were accustomed to dropping off to sleep In that wav nobody could pm *lbly be held accountable for whai In the mom white might happen to hts belongings Hbc w.Mibl put the ctgsr case down hy hi* *»*l*. and th*n well, she might as well go Into the hotel end think of »h,*i , I,,„ I, I***t I' Wo't’d «>••! h. Heart V so agreeable to r»nfc*« that d.unt*, w„„ the delinquent If it the «sm*> time she could provide hit" With snot he, cigar •as* the facsimile of hl« own Tht. Hew Id-.* seemed so preferable to her ■rat one that as the stepped forward to plo* lhe • a** on the grass by his side, her heart aimed r#t ,«| (matlag In her anvtetr not to waha him It was therefor* with an ityMciui of absolute fbnif, which could scarcely Have been mow suggestive of guilt had *h» been detected In the grt wf .ommlttiag ****** heinous crime that, as the Major suddenly opened his •)•* ! she started bark, and, dropping the I cigar-case at her feet, stood the pic ture of hopeless confusion. "I—I am so dreadfully sorry!” she stammered, thoroughly taken aback. "I—hope I have not disturbed you,” “Disturbed me!” echoed the Major, looking perfectly mystified. “Oh, dear no—not at hll!” He had sprung to his 'fret, and, raising his hat. was vainly trying to Collect Ills scattered senses. “The fact Is—I had come to ask you if you have lost anything,” began Eve lyn hesitatingly, looking round help lessly an l forgetting in toto the calm dignified apology which she had in tended to make; “because 1 am afraid my dog has been doing some dreadful mischief.” “Really?" returned the Major. “It Is very good of you, I am sure. Rut what has your dog been doing? Is it anything so very serious?” “Well, yes—that is what he has done!” answered Evelyn, with a rueful glance at the cigar case, the dilapi dated state of which planly told its own tale. "And now I want to know If it belongs to you, as, if so. I cannot tell how I am to apologize for Sam bo's dreadful behavior. Where he dis covered it, and how he came into pos session of it, I have no idea, as 1 found it in his mouth only about a minute ago; but-” ' Then do not trouble, please!" said Major Hrown courteously. "It is mine, certainly; but It does not mat ter in the least. What is of more im portance Is, Has he oaten any of it? Because 1 should think that Itusslan leather is not the easiest thing in the world to digest.” "No.” Evelyn gave u dubious shake of her head. "Sambo knows better than to swallow anything of the kind. He is too fond of gnawing my shoes not to have learnt by experience that leather is a bad thing for his diges tion." , "Ah—so this is not his first of fense?” He asked the question anx iounly fearing each moment Miss Lut trell would bring the interview abrupt ly to a close by walking off Imperious ly with her head elevated as she bad done on the previous morning. “Ob, dear, no! He destroys some thing every day; but as a rule, he takes care not to spoil anything that does not belong to me. That is one good thing, or lie would be everlast It gly In disgrace.” "I see; he evidently considers It a sort of mark of esteem, which he re serves entirely for his mistress,” was the Major's reply, made in a some what speculative tone. "If that is | the case, I must look upon myself as • an honored individual, since he has condescended to bestow his attention upon something of mine. Come, Sam bo, shake hands.” "Yes, Sambo—put out your paw and shake hands like a gentleman, and say you are sorry for what you have done. Hut please let me have that unfortu nate cigar-case,” she added suddenly, coloring slightly, as the Major bent forward to take up the remains of that once elegant article, “There will bo so many different kinds, I suppose, and, if possible, Sambo would like to get another exactly like it.” "It Is very kind of him, I am sure”— there was a gleam of amusement in his eyes—"but, all the same. I shall value this one far more than I ever could a new one of Sambo's choosing; and. If I may be allowed, I shall always keep it in remembcanco of him and” —here he hesitated and glanced down admiringly at the disturbed pretty face before him—"his mistress!” And so at last Fate bad been kind to him. As, live minutes later, the Major tucked his newspaper under his arm and took a leisurely stroll round the garden, lie came to the conclusion that, even had the French poodle devoured a hundr< d cigar-cases, he would have been perfectly compensated by that rather short Interview with Miss Lut trell of Luttrell court. (To be continued.) IV lint ttl*«»plaf*itpftt Medical sc lent ota have now demon htraitd that a brain cell .-usually loses part of Its mb* ante during action, file cell of the exhausted brain, in stead of being plump and full of nerv ous matter. Is found to lie hollowed out, or “vacuolated,” a c-uvity having formed without Us substance, which has become filled with water This means that a part of the cell substance has (sen actually consume,I, precisely a., coal is i on »'im«xl wh< n one gets heat 1 from a furnace. It ha* been found that j If an animal whisie brain cells are thus ‘ exhausted be permitted to sleep. Ha < e!ls res Illy r«s uperate, n >w material j Is supplied from the blood until th® | cell Is as good ,w n« a The bniln of a I person, thcr. 'on-, who Is hr«®t by fd.splewsn.ws is In the condition of a | tncomotlvw which runs .tight and day without going to ih«> repair-shop. • A len.® Sifting* twl be lb* » t». \ lady went into a pat-try co»»h * «4i..p the .t>. r day tin t he cun ter 1 wwr. ill*i e... ugh for me |*» I *m* th. nt mad.- M %« UnttiftlhHi i t» Mif ilu* teM teit ! 'Fill villi m in * u*u* , u* nUw «*l I Ite 4F4 I* t h‘C*ir*l, I'lMtf tewll IMI* «M m |a*» rill ul'lfbIMI j I ill \ IU*H 4H The 1. *•>.* why **« r*s*rye then# room* fur me an d and Urt. I’wiet ton ota ana, at |d«l a week And with a tender pr***ur# on Jesa IPS little white velvet hand Petro |‘el«r*on bowed Ike Widow and her pretty daughter down ’he brown atone stage “It s as g>>«4 as settled " muttered Mr, Peterson, rubbing bis hands com placently. "By Jove! she's grown to be the prettiest girl in town. Mrs. Petro Peterson—It don’t sound so very bad after all. I'll show the young slips what an old bachelor can do in the way of matrimony.” As he turned, chuckling, to enter thw front door, already in imagination leading Jeannie Cope to the flower decked altar, a light footfall sounded on the steps behind him, and a slender, good-looking young man of some four or five and twenty stood before him. "Good morning, unde," he cried, breathlessly. "Good morning. Joe,” returned Mr. Peterson, nodding to Joseph Franklin, his only nephew. "What brings you here in such a hurry?” "Is your house let yet, unde?” "Yes—no—I don't exactly know," re sponded Mr. Peterson, a little awk wardly. "What does it matter to you whether It Is or not, hey, you young scapegrace?” "Much, sir. To tell you the truth, 1 was thinking of renting it myself." "You!” "Yea. I. I'm going to he married next week, uncle." "A very sensible plan," said Mr. Pe terson, beamingly. "I'm glad you approve of It, sir, and in case my wife and l conclude to take a few boarders can I have your prom ise to consider you ns one?” "That is, In case you take the house?” "Yes.” "I can't promise; in fact, I think I’ve already engaged myself,” suhl Mr. Peterson, importantly. “To speak frankly. Joe, I've some Idea of marry ing myself,” ‘‘You. uncle?” exclaimed Franklin, in amazement. ‘‘And why not?” testily demanded Petro Peterson, his bald crown turn ing pink wljh excitement. “I'm not Methuselah, neither am I a Catholic priest. Why shouldn't 1 get married?” ‘‘There's no reason on earth why you shouldn't, uncle,” responded Joe, smothering a laugh; “ouly, you see, you took me rather by surprise. In that ease, why shouldn't we have the pleasure of accommodating both Mrs. Peterson and yourself?" ‘‘Because, sir,” said Mr. Peterson, sententiously, “because my mother-in law that is to be takes boarders, sir; a few boarders, in a genteel sort of way, and I’ve all but promised myself to her.” “All but! There is a chance, then, of-•• “A very slender one,” unwillingly admitted Mr. I’eterson. “And if you should make no other arrangement, you will let us have the house?” *'Y—yes, I suppose so.” “There can be no harm In my bring ing her to look at the house this after noon after office hours?” “No, I suppose not.” And with this ungraciously accord ed permission Joseph Franklin was forced to be content, while Mr. Peter son went back to his room to think about Jeannie Cope. “I do believe I'm in love.” thought our middle-aged hero. “I'll take a ci gar no 1 won't either. Jeannie may object to smoking and a man that's as good as married ought to be a little careful about such things.” Ho was making a little pencil esti mate about the probable cost of re furnishing the apartments he occupied with velvet and satin, according to Jeannie's not particularly economical ideas, that same afternoon, when Jo seph Franklin entered, flush and proud. "She’s down in the parlor, uncle." "Is she?” said Mr. Peterson. He followed his nephew resignedly down to the parlor, thinking the while of far other things, and suffered him self to be led to a little sofa in the bay window, where a slender young lady was sitting, toying rather nerv ously with a pink parasol. ■‘L’ncle,’’ said Joe, proudly, "this is my promised wife. Jeannie, this is Uncle Petro Peterson." "Jeannie Cope!" gasped the aston ished bachelor. “You'll give me a kiss, uncle, won't you?” said Jeannie, putting up her rural lips in the most bewitching way in the world. "1 said It was mamma this morning, hut it was really Joe and 1 that wunted the house." "It was, eh?” said Mr. Peterson, with a curious commingling of sensations. "Yes, and you know you promised to get married and board with us. He did. Indeed. Joe The bachelor burst Into a hysterical laugh. "I was only Joking." he said. Mar ried. Indeed! I'm not such a fool yet. Give me the kiss, Jeannie. I’ll stay here, hut I'll not refurnish the rooms this year,” New York New*. I hank i'll I'ratldenre anil • luilrmcl. A curious vote of thanks was re cently passed at a iainp meeting in Georgia at the last meeting of the scries and was In the form of a reso lution which wa« adopted by a rising rate The preamble declared the ten’ drr of thanks to th> \| nualti) ti—i th" father .Son ami Hut* Ghost, for * ailing *n many of his peo ple together and meeting with them In |-«twer and dewmaatmUoit, tile V*» lain* Horned bread brush hi i ts the to ur that MfiUaM all las Isa, and that promises to gain n fteti following shen tbs autumn • ;<**h*« luftte ta |t Is tbs -are brown »<*** that d-w* hoi ( Make th* shin grow sallow wh*a * it* { nwlghtao bat'd, S*d giors* of i|. *hus« belt* *«4 *»» »*• as w*U, show, hr tk*tr . tirkl) brwaisd *hlb*. wb*t **ay ib* new -oar la airsadj * ten tag DOCTORS ARE PREFERRED. Literary Women Setui to Seek I’byei . i.iiis 8i Their llu*h»ml8. It has often been remarked that lit erary women manifest a decided pen chant for doctors as husbands. At any rate, there are a great many of them -* who do not have to send a servant tear ing down the street for a physician every time they have a spell of nerv ousness. They have simply to call in the services of "hubby” and all is well. Someone has compiled n list—it is only partial, however—of iho authoresses who have chosen their life partners from the medical profession. HeT*n .Mathers, the clever authoress of "Com ing Through the Rye,” married Dr. H. A. Reeves, a well-known surgeon, in 1876, when the fame of her lirst success was fresh on her. At the same age—24 —Mrs. Frances Hodgson Burnett mar ried Dr. Burnett of Washington. She had begun to write six years before her marriage, when she was a girl of 18, but it was not until she had been married for four years that fame came to her on the wings of "That I^ass o’ Lowrie’s,” published in 1877. Mme. Sarah Grand was but a "wild young Irish girl,” impatient of home control and already fired by high ambitions, when she married at 16 a young army doctor called Mr. Fall, who died a year ago. She traveled with her husband for some years in the east, and it was only when her restless spirit had tired of new scenes and new faces that she settled down happily witli her pen and began to write "ldeula." Miss Annie S. Swan, who began to write children's Tf stories in the paternal farm house In Scotland, also met and married a doc tor, Dr. Burnett Smith. Mrs. Flora Annie Steel married a Bengal civil servant more than thirty years ago and spent her married life in India until 1889, when she found fame awaiting her in England. "John Oliver Hobbes” waited until she waB 30 before she mar ried Reginald Craigie. "John Strange Winter” was 28 when she married Ar thur Stanuard, a civil engineer, and two years later her charming book, "Bootle's Baby,” with its wonderful knowledge of infant and military life, made her famous. Miss Olive Schreiner waited long before she was content to part with her freedom to Mr. Cron wright, a south African gentleman farmer, and, like herself, '"a child of the velt.” “Rita” lias twice tempted Providence at the altar, her second husband being W. Desmond Hum phreys, a gentleman of County Cork. Thackeray’s gifted daughter, the au thor of so many delightful novels, is known to her friends as Mrs. Rich* mond Ritchie. ROMANCE OF WEALTH. Story of Revenge ami the Discovery of feljoo.ouo, Chadron (N'eb.) correspondence St. Louis Globe-Democrat: Tip Morton, who formerly resided in Chadron, but *4 who for tn3 past few years lias been prospecting in and about Lead City and Custer, S. D., was here for a few weeks visiting old friends, and while here re lated a story of an old German who re sided near his claim for years, and who died recently, which reads like a ro mance. '1 he old man’s name was Wil liam Bismarck, but ho was known there as Prince Bismarck. When quite young he was deprived of his fortune in ills native land by au unjust law, and, being deeply mortiiled at having lost his fortune and also caste with his former friends and associates, he at once determined to come to America, make a fortune, anil then return to his S native land and lord it over those who cut him. Before he lost his fortune he married u very highly educated and highly connected but rather poor lady. He thought, of course, after she left her old associates, she would change, and so broke the news to her of his de termination to leave Germany. But she refused to accompany him. Just after arriving in New York he Joined a party of prospectors bound for the Black hills. This was early in the ’7Us, Upon arriving in the hills he took several claims, and was fortunate in disposing of them at a big sum. Soon after this he married a German girl, the daughter of a well-to-do ranchman. They worked hard and were frugal. Ho kept his money secreted somewhere In the vi cinity of his house, but even his wife did not know the place. When ho was about really to return to the scenes of his childhood to wreak vengeance on his former wife and his associates ho suddenly died, without leaving a will. Kroin that da> until a short time ago u constant search was conducted for bis money, but until a few days ago un success! ully. In a claim dose to the house a small cave was discovered Jt ^ was explored, and In this cave poor Bismarck kept burying his money fur years In the solid stone, carefully cov ered by a slab of stone. Mr. Morton says that 1300.000 was taken out of ihs rock. The widow of ItUmarck paid the party well who uueurthed the money, and It la said she will soon leave for Germany and to the extent of her ability, try to carry out her husband' * tshes. 044 Hdlitc In H« M4. Th# rulu» «»| rit*>|4U)« t*44tj«* I iCaglaad. la abb h lie ary Marian. u»a »{ »he Judges uf Charles aaa rug tiled for upaard of (*.*•? ,**r, AMar ■ha rwaiora'k'B. ara to lie *i>4 at pub u su nns They lover aa esisastve uea «* at the Mouth of the Wrm, aad the aatts on able are nearly pay, peadlcaiar with the rim whwh him Tangs that fixer. The castle lt«e>r u said to bale float 'he Hate «*/ Hl.ilam tbs l’u»ij»*fw sax it giflsej tau atone* •larlag the irtslstlss It n** haea *u »ely la tH beads 4 ike yn,, ihtMiMt, tie Ciare# 1114 nj*. tbs Herherta and the Notts mate. sad It tg aow pia««si aa the auks) by urbt * (M be* Ikik* af Beaufort.