HIS WORD OF HONOR.
A Tale of the Blue and the Gray.
BYE WEPNEJt.
Cwemeb* MM. Mr CoMrrf llbUrr i Som.
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rHAPTKR VII i< on ioned i
Km time was (he courteous yet de
eldad one of a man accustomed to see
hi* medical authority recognized with*
***• opposition Edvard had not in
tended to enter the sick chamber,
where he would be obliged to meet
IToreace. but the plainly intimated re
dd** that hr should remain outside
nettled him. He glanced haughtily at
the donor and replied with evident
The physician always ha- the right
to command in mi cases 1 will
t»oait hot shall rape t speedy n«ws
of my uncle a health
He gave the necessary orders to the
servant, who was still ia the room
aad then turned to Thompson again
Th* doctor was ushered through sev
er*: apartments no le»- rt« hiy fur
nished than the drawing-room, then
the man opened a door veiled by a
heavy portiere and permitted the pby
*b iaa to enter, while he himself re
mained behind.
CHARTER VIII
Here too. a subdued twilight reign
ed and in the dusk the new«omer at
Sr- perceived only the white figure
kanilfac beside the bed. with her fat
turned in the pillows. The sick man I
i inweif appeared to be ia a sort of ,
stupor, and. at the end of the room
Italph was busied with mjom> medi- j
• *e After ouev ituing himself by a
retried glance that the door had again
* used behind bim Doctor Htarkwoud
approached the kaeeltng girl, bent
down to her aad sold ia a low tone,
with marked emphasis:
‘ Mias Harrison!"
She slowly raised her pair, tear
fr'****'d face The voice seemed to
aiwass aeons memory her eye* rented I
isfsiliaglf upon the stranger's fea
tu«w* for a few seconds, then a Ma
led cry escaped her lips
"Ralph was the friend and confi
dant of ray childhood. He is devoted
to me with all his soul, and will do
anything to save William. Won t you.
Ralph?”
She had summoned the old servant
by a gesture. He laid his hand upon
bis heart.
"Yes, Mi.-s Florence—anything.”
Maxwell looked keenly at him a few
minutes, and seemed satisfied.
"Miss Harrison's lover is to be res
«ued he said. "Will you help us?”
"Yea. master, as much as I can.”
"Then first inform Mr. Harrison
that I must remain here for the pres
ent. as his uncle's death may take
place at any moment. But I must re
que-t him not to enter the sick cham
le»r. Miss Florence does not wish it.
Then find out for me in what part of
house Lieutenant Roland is imprison
ed and whether it is possible to reach
him un.-cen. This can easily be learn
ed from the servants; but be careful
to rouse no suspicion.”
Ralph s face showed that he clearly
understood the iminirtance of the com
mission. He promised in a whisper
to obey exactly, and then glided noise
h ssly out of the room. Maxwell again
t .rued to Florence, who seemed some
what sustained by his presence.
"Do you really mean to try to reach
W!1 am" she asked. "Suppose that
} * iu .-hot:Id Ite discovered and recog
nized as his friend?"
John shrugged his shoulders.
"Then we shall probably be shot to
g-ther. Yes. Miss Harrison, a faint
ing Bt will be quite superfluous here
and cannot serve us in the least. If
you are not resolute, the game will be
lost; and I tell you frankly that it
s a matter of life and death. We
shall undoubtedly be considered spies,
and your cousin will certainly do
nothing to clear up the error. This
is the exact state of the case. Will
KNEELING BESIDE THE BED.
"Bntor Maawetl! I* it you*"
Hush* Don t mention ray n»me*“
■aid Maxwell in a low. impressive
t. I |h».*> here !►*- »■.: !!':.< L
wwod. ltd are are o m alone.**
He glanced sign 11< antly at tbe ne~
f**. a hoar attention had been attrait
«d: but Florence made an eager ges
ture at duueac
"Ralph ta faithful and diatyeet. You
reed fear Bo trr*i her» *■< a 1: in 1
vtll snswer for that.'*
"no much the better Hut. first: |
h'Ut htt happened here* I am lo «k
ag fur William Isn't he in Spring
held *.
"Tas„ he is here, but a prisoner be- '
frayed by Edward, and just at the mo
ment they dragged him away from me
tka severe, perhaps fatal attach, came
eg. Doctor Maxwell. will my father
d*eT*
John Max wet did not answer the de
«..airing q west .ton at. ogre The flr*t
■ .*Lie at Harrison »«l tdd Lira that
t mart hs ta thr affirmative, but he
Le-si over the patient, frit of his j
pulse and placed his hand upon his
Least. It was a short but careful ex
emtastioa.
* Yea. Mis* llameon,** be said at
1 g "It is wasfte&e to with hold t he
truth: rsa must face it. but the
'"«**> i* over, and u.> end will be
pamtesn He will probably not re
< ever L:* jsm unuim *<•
Ftorvgre. oobbittg aloud, covered her
fa*e with both hands, but Maxwell
a:toured, ber no time to give way to
her grief
" And now for the living." he con
tinued "Calm yourself Another life
i* at at she. n» dear to yoa as tbe one
now i swishing..
"h lliam*" cried the young girl, in
terror, "la his life threatened? Tbey
cumen led it tram me. They spoke
srniy of imprisonment For heavens
sake, tsdi me the truth***
' First at all you mug tell rae what
bws happened I have just arrived, and
know none of the particulars."
Taking her hand, he ted her to tbe
wisSuv. where Florence, la hurried.
informed b.tu of
Maxwell listened glently without in
t er» apt tag her Mot until she had
ha shed her story did he ask a few
brief, enact gwestkm*
"Is Captain Wilson Mill in hprmg
field?"
So I heard from Ralph that he
redd away half an hour ago**
I "And when do yon expect your fam
ily pbyafician and the real Uoctor
Markwwod*
"Toward earning They will not
am*# bifisrr nersn o'rlork.'
"WeO. then w# shall have a few
boars at oar dispcsml. Can you rely
upon ihla aid mas? Implicitly?
you He here, fainting, while it is de
i* i. or will you do what you can to
heipr*
These blunt words fulfilled their pur
1“ -** What William, with all his con
. deration and tenderness, had failed
t • do. his friend's sharpness accom
plished. Florence, who was really on
the verge of fainting, rallied her
.~tr«t»gtto Her voice still trembled yet
F rilled with kindling energy as she
replied:
I am not so weak as you imagine.
! have courage for anything where
W .m is concerned. Tell me what
I am to do.”
' For the [ resent you must remain
quietly here, but be ready to respond
at any moment if 1 call you. This
room has another door. I see; so I
*un leave it. unobserved, while I am
ippmed t » be engaged in my profes
oua! duties. After the message I
nt to Mr. Harrison, he will probably
reawlti near, expecting further new
But if he doesn't—if he discovers
and surprises you—if the doctors
!..<u:d arrive a few hours earlier—”
*'Yes. but one must not take the
if- into account in such enterprises,”
■aid Maxwell, carelessly. “Several
hundred 'ifs' menaced me when I rode
after that obstinate William, yet here
1 am. and my identity is wholly un
suspected. which is enough for the
beginning.”
He again approached the sick bed,
where his prediction was being ful
filled. Death was approaching slowly
but calmly and without suffering, and
he sibntly beckoned to the daughter
to resume her place.
CHAPTER IX.
Edward Harrison had, of course,
taken every precaution to prevent any
attempt at escape or rescue. He had
»«een forced to yield to Captain Wil
son's demand for suitable accommoda
tion* for his prisoner and his refusal
to adopt other measures—indeed, the
latter would have been superfluous.
William was in the charge of his most
bitter enemy, and he guarded him bet
ter than any jailer.
In a side-wing of the building, at
the end of a long passage, was a room
where many valuable articles were
kept during the absence of the own
ers. The only entrance was through
a strong door with a double lock, and
the one window, which also opened
upon the passage, was protected by an
iron grating, which, though not heavy,
was remarkably strong. In addition,
ttie corridor was closed by a second
door, and Edward kept the keys of
both in his pocket. No assistance
mold come from outside, and her
ronaln knew only too well that Flor
; ence had not the energy to attempt to
free the prisoner, at least in her
father's dying hour.
William paced up and down the
close, gloomy room in the most in
tense excitement. So this was the end
of the foolhardy ride which he had
undertaken in defiance of every warn
ing. True, he had thought of two al
ternatives only—success or death in
honorable conflict; and Colonel Bur
ney, too, had had no other idea when
he uttered the fateful words: “Dead or
dishonored.’’ There was a third:
“Captured!”
True, this captivity meant death.
The young officer did not deceive him
self concerning his fate; but little
as he feared death, his blood boiled
in fierce rebellion at the thought of
being sentenced as a spy. Anything
save this shameful doom. There was
one bright ray of hope for him: He
trusted in the honor of the Confed
erates. Unless Edward Harrison
could hoodwink them into believing
him a spy, he seemed reasonably safe.
Then came the thought of Florence,
who would now be left wholly without
protection. How would she endure
the terrible event, and what would be
fall her after her father’s death? Ed
ward. as the sole male relative, would
also be the guardian and protector of
the young girl, who would be abso
lutely in this scoundrel’s power. Wil
liam clenched his hands in helpless
fury, and a low groan escaped his lips.
Suddenly he started. He fancied
that he heard his name spoken by
some one close at hand. Of course it
must be a delusion, yet he stood still
and involuntarily glanced toward the
window. The voice reached him again.
This time more distinctly.
“William! Don’t you hear?”
With a sudden spring, the young
man reached the somewhat high win
dow, behind whose gratings the out
lines of a human figure were now vis
ible.
“John—you? Impossible! It can’t
be!”
“I have the honor, however, to be
myself.” was the reply. "Good even
ing, Will!”
“But how did you get to Spring
field? How did you hear of my fate?
How did you succeed in making your
way here?”
“Don't be in such a hurry. Put
your questions slowly, in regular or
der, and I’ll answer in the same way.
We shall have plenty of leisure for it;
it will be some time before I can saw
through this confounded iron grat
ing.
The faint sound of a file showed that
the rescuer was really at work, and
at the noise fresh hope and courage
filled the young officer's soul. Free
dom! Rescue! He could have shout
ed for joy at the bare thought, as if
the rescue had already been accom- •
plished.
(To be continued.)
KING CHARLES’ DOG.
A;ivertNcd as Lost in the London t!a
/.ette of 1667.
In the London Gazette, 1667, there is
the advertisement: “A Sore ger Falcon
of His Majesty, lost the 13 of August,
who had one Varvel of his Keeper. Ro
ger Higs of Westminster, Gent. Who
sover hath taken her up and give no
tice Sir Allan Apsley. Master of His
Majesties Hawks at St« James’s, shall
be rewarded for his paines. Back
Staires in Whitehall.’’ In the num
ber for June 28. 1660, of the Mercurius
Publicus: "A Smooth Black DOG. less
than a Greyhound, with white under
his breast, belonging to the King's
Majesty, was taken from Whitehall,
the eighteenth day of this instant
June, or thereabouts. If any one can
give notice to John Ellis, one of his
Majesties Servants, or to his Majesties
Backstairs, shall be well rewarded for
their labor." The "Smooth Black Dog"
apparently doe3 not turn up. says the
Fortnightly, and the following an
nouncement, in large italics, is to be
met with in the next publication of
this journal: "We must call upon you
again for a Black Dog between a Grey
hund and a Spaniel, no white about
him. onelv a streak on his Brest and
Tayl a little bobbed. It is His Ma
jesties own Dog. and doubtless was
stoln. for the Dog was not born nor
bred in England, and would never for
sake his Master. Whosoever findes
him may acquaint any at Whitehal, for
the Dog was better knowm at Court
than those who stole him. Will they
never leave robbing His Majesty? Must
he not keep a Dog? This Dog's place
(though better than some imagine) is
the only place which nobody offers to
beg."
I
FOOD FOR THE BRAIN WORKERS
Tbote Who Are Subject to Mental Strain
Should Keculate Their Diet.
From the Sanitary Record: It is all
right for the man who labors all day
in the open air to eat freely, but the
man of sedentary habits, the brain
worker. must adapt his way of living
to his needs. He must be well nour
ished, for the brain is incapable of
good work unless well supplied with
pure blood, but such a man cannot pos
sibly furnish vital force to digest three
large meals daily. If he tries it nature
will protest at every step. The chem
ical changes of digestion will be im
perfectly performed. The stomach will
neither secrete freely nor churn the
food with cheerful alacrity; the pyloric
orifice contracts and allows such
chyme to pass with grudging reluct
ance; the intestinal lacteals are
ashamed to absorb such miserable pa
bulum, which chokes, irritates and
congests them, so the large meal re
mains in the digestive organs to fer
ment, putrefy and steep the individual
in foul gases and depraved secretions.
But the system can furnish‘enough vi
tal force to convert a small meal into
pabulum of high standard, which will
be absorbed without difliculty. Three
such small meals are not enough to
keep tbe individual properly nourished,
however; four to six will be required.
Each should consist of but one or at
most two articles of food, the diet to
be varied by changes at meals. The
portion of food served must be small;
the patient must stop as soon as the
appetite is satisfied and gaseous disten
sion is proof positive that the meals
are still too large or too close to
gether.
The direction of the mind is more
important than its progress.
THE BOER WOMAN A FIGHTER
She is Never Too Old to Shoot
Straight.
Two of my three trips to the Trans
vaal have been made while the country
was in a state of excitement, and on
each of these visits I was very glad
to get away in safety. My first trip
was at the time of the famous Jameson
raid, at the beginning of the year '95.
The second journey was an uneventful
one in ’97. i^ast year 1 again accom
panied my husband. Prof. Mongreni de
Lassomm, to South Africa, from which
country we have just returned to San
Francisco.
My husband’s business, that of a
prestidigitateur, takes him all over the
world, and I always accompany him.
Oom Paul, whose name the Boers pro
nounce “Ome Powl,” is the last on the
list of dignitaries before whom the
professor has appeared in private ex
hibitions of his skill. Others are the
shah of Persia, empress of Russia,
queen of Italy, king of Belgium and
prince of Wales. But none of these
proved more appreciative or genial
than President Kruger, whom the Afri
kanders. as a prominent Boer once
said to me, regard as a god.
The entertainment took place in the
president’s home and in the presence
of about fifty invited guests who en
joyed Oom Paul’s kindly hospitality.
The old gentleman was in a very jolly
mood that evening, and was as pleased
as a child at the program. The tricks
with coins amused him most, and he
laughed heartily at the mysterious ap- i
pearance and disappearance of money
which passed in and out of hats and
pockets with lightning ease through
my husband's hands.
Oom Paul looks older than his pic
tures. He has a very keen expression
in his eyes, but this is not readily ob
served. his eyes not being a conspicu
ous feature. He cares nothing for
in battle. Fighting to them is a busi
ness, a duty—anything but a matter
for sentiment.
My opinion is that when there are
no more Boer men left in the field, th?
Boer women will take their places an 1
give desperate battle to the English
foe. whom they hate with all their
heart. These Afrikander women are
better soldiers than most men.
One peculiar thing about the Boei”
A ZULU BELLE.
in their method of fighting is their
custom of standing one behind the
other, and when the front man falls
the next in turn faces the enemy, then
the one behind him. and so oil until
the last is downed.
Housekeeping in the Transvaal has
its servant problem, for the blacks are
very inefficient, lazy, untidy and un
trustworthy. There are no other do
mestics to be had. Once in awhile one
ride bicycles, the two-wheeled vehicle.,
which is called a ricksha is the favorite
means of transportation and outdoor
amusement in Johannesburg. The
ricksha man is extremely picturesque
as to costume. He delights in gay
colored clothes. On his head is a curi
ous bushy covering of white vegetable
fiber, and he wears anklets of bells
that jingle as he runs. A ricksha costs
three shillings an hour.
The horse races attract thousands
of people to Johannesburg, who come
into town on wheels. A fine vaudeville
performance takes place every night in
the year, the best seats selling at $2,
the lowest 60 cents.
The first time I went to Johannesburg
I lived in a barricaded house, where
for days people were jumping by the
windows in their haste to get out of
town. This was because of the Jame
son raid. There was a drought, too.
and for some time we were compelled
to wash our faces with soda water. At
that time we gave our clothing to the
blacks to launder, but we were wiser
after our linen came back to us in
shreds. The natives carried the laun
dry bundles on their heads to a little
stream about a mile out cf Johannes
burg and washed them in muddy
water, beating the garments on stones
in order to cleanse them.
Whatever happens in the Transvaal,
I hope that no harm will come to ‘‘Un
cle" Paul. 1 would like to visit South
Africa again, pass by the marble lions,
and hear the president laugh at my
husband’s sleight-of-hand tricks in the
home of the “god of the Boers."
Ajreed to the Itargain.
“In upper East Tennessee,” said a
Memphis lawyer who was born in that
parliamentary franchise, because in
his experience “she will accept noth
ing but what she believes to be right,”
a quality which renders her a danger
ous guide in political questions. Neith
er man has. apparently, grasped the
thought that there is something wrong
about the institution itself that needs
mending. The one pool will have its
waters stirred to advantage by educa
tion. and the other will gain by having
in it more people who “will accept
only what they think is right.”
COMTESSE DE CAST1CLIONE.
She nil n* Beautiful »■ "**
Kccentrle.
It needed the news of her death to
remind Parisians that one of the most
renowned of the beauties of the sec
ond empire had lingered on in obscuri
ty for all these years in their midst,
says a Paris correspondent of the Pall
Mall Gazette. The Countess de Cas
| tiglione was one of the most lovely
i women of her epoch; but she was as
eccentric as she was beautiful, and,
however much she altered physically
with advancing age, she remained true
: to her character to the end. The only
difference was that the nature of her
eccentricities changed. In the hey
day of her glory she was the heroine
of adventures that did more credit to
her audacity than to her judgment or
reputation. She was wont to express
the regret that she had not been born
in Greece in the classic age, when no
considerations of prudery interfered
with the full appreciation of the hu
m-n form divine. As it was. she was
disposed to do her best to override
prejudices with which she had no sym
pathy. Thus she created a memora
ble sensation, and. it must be con
fessed, a very considerable scandal, by
appearing at a ball in the Tuilerles
dressed as Salammbo, in a tunic that
allowed it to be seen that she had dis
pensed with any covering whatever for
her limbs. Were it possible to show
her supreme contempt for the proprie
ties many other stories might be told
of similar exploits on her part. Wtfen
her beauty began to vanish her anguish
of mind was intense and was displayed
LOUISE DE LASSOMM IN A JOHAN NESBURG RICKSHA.
clothing of fashionable cut. The house j
which is his home in Pretoria is quite j
plain in appearance, but comfortably j
furnished. On either side of the door j
is a huge lion in white marble, the pair j
being a gift to the president from Cecil j
Rhodes. It seems rather odd just now ;
to think of a British lion guarding a
Boer house.
The Boers impressed me as being a
very uncouth sort of people, although
those that we met were pleasant j
enough. It is easy to see that they
are required to pay little attention to j
the courtesies of life while young, so j
that their manners are devoid of pol- '
ish, and they frequently have a surly
air. which does not by any means ere- ;
ate a favorable impression upon j
strangers. But of their fighting quali- j
ties there can be no question, and Eng- j
land need not expect to subdue them
until their last shot has been fired,
and their last ounce of strength is ex
hausted. There is no more determined
and stubborn race of people on earth j
than the Boers. The children, both
boys and girls are taught the use of
firearms as soon as they are old enough
to hold a gun. They practice constant- j
ly. From one generation to another
the Boers have been preparing for war, .
until to fight is now their natural in- j
stinct. The women are as courageous ,
and combative as the men. A Boer
woman is never too old to shoot
straight. You should see them as 1
have seen them coming to the station
to say good-by to husbands, fathers,
brothers and sweethearts on their way
to the front. Such stoicism is aston
ishing. Not a tear does a Boer
woman shed when she sends a son
away from her to fight for his country.
Not a tear does she shed when he falls
finds a Zulu or Kaffir who is faithful
and honest. We had one with us that
we named Ben. He was very proud of
the suit of clothes my husband gave
him. and became quite attached to us.
He obeyed our commands implicitly. A
Zulu servant brings his blanket with
him. and at night rolls himself up in
it. sleeping like a housedog outside the
door, in a hall, or anywhere else on
the floor. If he is on the street after
9 at night he must be provided with a
written excuse from his employer,
otherwise the police will arrest him.
The law deals very severely with the
natives in the Transvaal. One night
poor Ben forgot his “passport,” and
was promptly thrown into jail. We
did not discover him for three days.
In the mean time we had to hire
another Kaffir, who proved as worth
less as the blacks usually are. My
husband invited a friend to dine, and
when we looked for a quart bottle of
champagne which he had provided it
was nowhere to be seen. Neither was
our servant. We found him in a
drunken stupor propped against a
table. So we dined without our wine.
Before he left he stole Ben's clothes
and a number of other articles.
Ugly as the blacks look, though, they
are not dangerous unless drunk. They
are not permitted to walk on the side
walks in Johannesburg, and must keep
to the middle of the street. While
formerly they wore only a cloth about
the loins, they are now nearly all
dressed in odds and endk of the white
man's clpthes. but go barefooted.
Life in the Transvaal for women is
very pleasant. In Johannesburg I saw
more bicycles than in any other city,
and I have visited all the large cities
of the world. But while all women
country to a Memphis Scimitar report
er. “there once lived a fellow named
Johnson, who was a thief. He lived
near to a wealthy man. and year in
and year out he stole his neighbor’s
hogs. Finally the wealthy neighbor
tired of such a state of things, and one
day when he met Johnson he stopped
him and said: ‘Now, look here, John
son. This stealing must stop. You
have been stealing my hogs for years,
and I’m tired of it. You’ve got a good
Christian wife, and good, honest chil
dren, and I don't want to cause you
any trouble, but if you don't stop steal
ing my hogs I’m going to send you to
the penitentiary. I'll tell you what
I’ll do. If you promise not to steal
from me any more. I'll give you 500
pounds of bacon every time I kill hogs.
Is it a bargain?’ Johnson thought for
a moment, and then said: ‘Well, Mr.
Smith. I'll do it, but I’m satisfied I'll
lose bacon by it.’ Both lived up to the
bargain.”
King of Siam and HU Whet.
The king of Siam has forty wives,
and in the harem are 3,000 women who
never go out. When Miss Jessie Ack
erman, in a missionary spirit, urged
upon him the benefit of education for
them, he replied: "You know with edu
cation there always comes culture and
refinement. If I educate my women I
should educate them into a state of
discontent, for they would want many
things which it is impossible for them
to have.” Now that is a perfectly logi
cal statement, and the king's mind, to
all appearance, has traveled as far as
that of the Lord Chancellor of Eng
land. The Lord Chancellor is very
anxious lest women should gain the
in her actions and mode of life. She
possessed a portrait, or rather a full
length picture, of herself, by Paul
Baudry. One day her friends noticed
that it had disappeared from the walls
of her drawing room. The comtesse
had fretted over the fact that every
day she was growing more and more
unlike the exquisite creature portrayed
on the canvas, which, in a final fit of
anger and vexation, she had cut up
into strips with a pair of scissors. For
many years she had lived as an abso
lute recluse, without a servant of any
kind, in an apartment only furnished
with carpets and cushions, the shut
ters of which were always closed.
Nature as an Embalmer.
A curious circumstance concerning
the body of Admiral Spotts has been
reported from the Falkland islands,
where he died 17 years ago. The Falk
land physician who attended him dur
ing his fatal illness was present at the
exhumation of the body when the
cruiser Badger was sent for it last
year. The coffin had disappeared, but
the corpse was absolutely unchanged
even the features having retained the
exact appearance that they presented
on the day of death. This wonderful
preservation was due to the action of
the peat water which saturates the
islands. It had embalmed the body
completely.
They Earn a Living Picking Worms.
Some Japanese women earn their
livings by picking worms from the
leaves of growing tobacco. The worms
secured are put into a bottle, and this
bottle serves as evidence that the
woman has earned her wage. Without
It Bhe would not be paid.
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