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♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦❖♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦->♦ 444444444 444444444-4^4444 Ai\ American Nabob. A Remarkable Story of Love, Gold a.r\d Adventvire. By ST. GEORGE RATHBORNF. ♦4+4444444444-44444444444 44444444 444*44444 >4444444444 Copyright. by K Title bt & Slum. New Tork. 444444444444444444 CHAPTER XX.—(Continued.) It seemed that the captain owned a house far off in the neighborhood of , West Brompton, and into this he had i moved the wreck of his fortunes, in eluding his family. The marquis waited a certain length of time. Then one afternoon lie appeared at the new home of the l.ivermores. To himself ho declared many times that he intended this visit as a posi- j tive means of increasing his hold upon the captain's wife, over whom h ■ seemed to be exerting some peculiarly hypnotic power, with the eventual aim in view of inducing her to leave j home and seek some asylum on the | continent. For years he bad looked forward to j this same moment with the keenest anticipation; for years he had in his J mind gone over every little' detail, had seen her surprise and alarm, with his own great triumph, as he sent his shafts home with the arm of ample revenge; yet, strange to say, lie did not approach the subject with the •eagerness he had expected, the fever ish thrill was only conspicuous by its absence, and he even started guiltily when from some distant part of the rambling old structure a peal of child ish laughter was borne to his ears; there was something so condemnatory in the merry sound. By degrees he brought the subject around to where he wanted it. and the manner in which he accomplished this declared that his strategic powers had not waned a particle. ‘Have you had any American friends?” he asked. “Yes, one,” came the rather confus ed reply, and the listener knew he had caused her mind to revert to that un happy past about which she even usually avoided thinking. 'Pardon me; but I once knew a poor fellow, an artist, out in Mexico, who said he had been well acquainted with Captain Livermore’s wife,” he went on deliberately. An artisi. sne ecnwn, iu:mnin pained, and yet showing an eagerness in her voice. “Yes; by name Jack. I chanced to do him several favors, and he even confided his history to me. Poor fel low, he had suffered bitterly.” “Confided to you—then you know—” in alarm. “That you and he were once be trothed—yes. That while he labored unceasingly in the hope of gaining fame and fortune, your love for him began to grow cold. He had been the means of reconciling you to your proud old English grandfather. Tn the whirl of society you met Captain Liv ermore. then the lion of the hour. You forgot to write to the man wrho be lieved in you as he did in Heaven. He came to London, unable to breathe outside your presence. Theu you crushed him by declaring that while you still loved him, you loved position still more, and that you had agreed to marry the captain.” Fedora’s head had fallen on her wildly heaving bosom, but she neither looked up nor uttered a word as yet, being too stunned as the tremendous revelation was forcing itself upon her mind. He went on pitilessly! “Jack sought a quarrel with the man who had robbed him of all he had on earth—perhaps you never knew of it. but they met at dawn in the deadly duello, each determined to kill the other. The captain, as they ad vanced toward each other, fired first and only inflicted a wound. He was then at Jack's complete mercy, since he was allowed the privilege of walk ing up as close as he pleased and send ing a ball through the heart of his adversary.” Fedora groaned, but never moved. “The captain was no coward; believ ing his hour had come, he deliberate ly opened his coat and awaited the fatal shot, his eyes looking into those of the man he had wronged without knowing it. Twice Jack took aim. but each time he failed to pull the trigger. Finally he raised his pistol, fired in the air and fled from the scene.” For the first time she raised her head and looked at him. her troubled face marked by conflicting emotions. “Then came the wedding, which poor Jack saw from the organ loft, enduring the tortures of the damned while the woman whom heaven had given to him was united by law to man she did not love. “Then he fled from Txrndon as from a place accursed and sought fortune’s smiles upon a new field, hating women because one had been false to her vows, and always hugging to his heart the resolution to some day return and take full satisfaction for that treachery. “That was Jack’s story — doubtless other men have suffered in the same way from a woman's hand, but none more cruelly. And yet it seemed that fortune took a strange delight in com pensating him his loss oy throwing into his hands the most wonderful treasure ever known, surpassing all tales from the days of Ophir and Solo mon down to the present. More than this, he was given power and made the head of the Central American republic whither fate had drifted him. “Thus, when five years had passed, rich beyond the wildest dreams, made a noble of Spain because of some finan cial assistance he had given the gov ernment at Madrid, Jack came back to London with the full determination to repay the debts he owed, at compound interest, down to the last penny." She was looking at him now with fear-haunted eyes, looking at him a3 one might gaze upon some dreadful spectre of the past. "You—are—Jack!” she said, slowly, as if almost unable to grasp the idea at once. "I am that once miserable wretch. Having embarked upon my campaign, 1 lost no time in making your hus band's acquaintance. It was my hand that, in a fair and honorable way, stripped him of all he possessed. That is only a beginning.” "Jack! Jack! Have you no mercy?” she groaned, wringing her hands wildly. “Did you have any when you so coolly turned me down to stay in the mine, while upon my shoulders you mounted to a position in society and gave yourself to a man you never loved? I know ail you would say. and be sure, l have steeled my heart against all arguments. What 1 seek is only justice—a fair equivalent. I have suf fered, God only knows how much. It is your turn.” He looked like a man of stone, upon whom pleading aud tears would he wasted. Fedora attempted neither at first— she seemed to act ami speak as if in a dream, for his influence, whatever it sprang from, dominated her personali ty to a remarkable extent. Had it been so in those days of yore Fedora would never have willingly giv en him up. you speak or heaven in me same breath with vengeance—surely you cannot believe, Jack, that God ap proves of such things. I did wrong you, oh. most grievously; but i have bitterly repented it ever since, and hoped the day might come when I could tell you so. Often 1 have wept to remember your despair. It has been the one black spot upon my lifp, and kept me from being truly happy. But, Jack, won’t you forgive if you can never forget—see, I plead with you; hold this wretched remembrance no longer against me. Be my friend, my brother. You already respect my hus band; why he the means of his ruin?" "While 1 cannot forget, I must not forgive. You have not yet begun to know what suffering means. When the world seems dark and your soul prays for death-” "But, Jack, stop; consider; you can not have revenge upon me without in juring my children,” she said, sudden ly remembering his weakness of old, and how a child had never appealed in vain so long as he had a sou left. This was a harder task than the oth er. and 'the Indomitable marquis was compelled to grit his teeth in the en deavor to stem the signs of retreat that threatened to overwhelm him. "i regret exceedingly that they must suffer, for I am not that cruel to desire through.their hold on your heart to in flict pain on you; but as 1, an innocent party, once paid the penalty of your sin, so they, too, must Inherit the leg acy.” “Is there no way in which you may be satisfied without the burden fulling on them?" “I know of none. They must suffer when you do, all being numbers of one family. It is fate.” "Jack, have mercy!—see, on my knees I beg you to forgive, it is true I wronged you most fearfully. God knows, 1 am wretrhedly sorry. But out of that wrong lias come your bright fortune, and, perhaps. Jack, some more worthy woman may All the place in your heart I once occupied. Forget the past and live for the future. Grasp them before they have flown. Rise above this spirit of revenge upon a weak, wretched woman, who in her thoughtlessness did you harm and lived to repent. Already you have as you say brought ruin upon us, and cast us out from society. For that I care little; but for Gods sake, leave me the love of my husband, my chil dren.” 11 was rnougn m men a ut-aii. oi ice, and reason combined with emotion in the argument. Had not the marquis threshed this same straw himself al most daily—had it been thrust sudden ly upon him, he must have been fairly overwhelmed. It was not his design that Fedora should see any sign of weakness in his manner, and he maintained the same passionless exterior he had shown through the whole interview. “I promise nothing. Only this I say. that your children have doubtless saved you from a fate that might have come upon you. I do not relent., I sim ply change my tactics, and for their sakes spare you that humiliation, that, shame. What further means of pun ishment I may decide to invoke you will know in good time. As you sowed so must you reap. That is the law of recompense, of stern justice. There fore, weep over your wretched lot, and bitterly regret that false step in which you were tempted by pride. I do not dare remain here longer in your pres ence. At least thank heaven that I have decided to abandon the plan upon which I was working as unworthy of an honorable man. "You are going, .Jack?" "Yes.” "Without seeing the children?” pressing a button while he was not looking. “They remind me too bitterly of whet you, their unhappy mother, seemed to me in the long ago-stll In nocence and trusting love. No. » don’t wish to see them now.” I “Oh, Jack, be reconciled—I shall pray daily that you cease to hate me, for the sake of those little ones. Did you know the boy’s name is Jack?” "What!” h© gasped, weakening. "Do you mean to say your husband allowed you to do that—and I the man you loved? Incredible!" "1 told him all, and it was he whe first proposed it. You don’t know hit generous nature. 1 can see now what it was so disturbed him—you took his fire anil freely gave him his forfeited life. Oh! wretched woman that I am to have been loved by two such noble men. and to have brought sorrow to both. Who will deliver me from the bondage of my sin?" As if in answer to her forlorn cry the patter of little feet sounded some where—the marquis, alarmed at his own weakness, turned to fly, but made a miscalculation, for in the hall he was waylaid by the euemy, who rushed upon him with exultant cries. II© made a swoop for the little girl and swept her up in his arms, until her golden curls nestled against his shoul der when he kissed her pouting lip3 again and again. Then came the hoy, to whom he had paid so little attention before. Now he held him off at arm’s length, where he could look into his resolute face and bold black eyes—yes. lie was surely the image of what Livermore must have been as a lad. and vet, and yet, strange to say, tlie marquis actually believed he could see some traces of his own characteristics in the boy—learned philosophical and psychological schol ars and doctors have long argued this point, and agreed that it is not only possible, but actual—the image of her first love still remained strong in Fe dora’s heart at the time the child was born. Kissing the youngster, the marquis hastily quitted the house, followed by the anxious gaze of the wretched Fe dora, until the children, astonished at the strange actions of their friend, loudly bewailed his flight, and demand ed her attention. Weep no more tears of repentance and fear, wife and mother, since the seed has been sown and the harvest must come in due season—that name of Jack, together with the captain’s generosity, proved the last straw that broke the camel’s back. CHAPTER XX I. “Love has redeemed me!’’ The game was drawing near its close. With each struggle that iron will of the marquis, which had been the mar vel and admiration of his friends, came out much weaker. Perhaps the thing that had the most decided influence upon him was the startling conviction that, there had been awakened within his heart a glow of love for the little miniature painter. With the flower of love blossoming again in his heart he could hardly have continued in his former policy. Should he be magnanimous and free ly forgive, or should he turn aside the bright vision that tempted him, shut himself up in a narrow compass and carry out ttie miserable plan of the past? Thus he debated, pro and con. But it chanced that the marquis was not given an opportunity to fight his battle to a finish in the usually accepted term —there was a surprise in store for him, a flank movement, as it were, on the part of one who meant to he an ally, yet proved his worst enemy. That person was the Spanish-Ameri can belle of San Jose. It was on the evening following that when the marquis received such a shock at the hands of Fedora. it was probably 11 o’clock when one of the hotel lackeys came with a card on a silver salver and presented it to the marquis. This was a frequent occurrence, but on this special occasion those who were near by saw the usually cool na bob give a plain start. (To be continued.) rhotoKraplifru i»* Sportsmen. In a recent book a hunter tells how he spent many weary months in the attempt to shoot an eagle, and at last ambushed so successfully that he ac tually touched the bird with his lin gers. Having got so far he was con tent, and let the eagle go free, if may be a hunter’s tale, but there are ar present a very considerable number or sportsmen who are a great deal keener to see their game at close quarters than to kill it. Instead of the old phrase, “I-et us go and kill some thing,” the hunter now says, “Let us go and focus something.” The camera has supplanted the gun. There are now made all manner of devices, more ingenious and intricate even than the older trappers devised, for getting the camera to bear on unsuspecting ani mals. A boat, resembling a little ihe duck-shooting boats used on the Irish coast, has been devised, which is pro pelled without oars or sails, and has a beautiful 1 holographic apparatus rigged up in the bows. There are other not less clever means for approaching and photographing deer in their native haunts, and they have been used with altogether remarkable success. Hu manitarians are already pointing that that this sport with the camera gives all the excitement of the chase without any of the cruelty, and at least thi3 much may be conceded, that the diffi culties of photographing, say, a weasel are considerably greater and therefore more attractive than those of shoot ing it. The busiest man on earth is the rrea who keeps on a continual run getting out of the way of work. An old bachelor says that matrimony is the bent cooking school. BEET SUGAR FACTS, j :t? importance illustrated in THE STATE OF MICHIGAN. — Glvm I’rofltHble litUurn* to F .inner* and j l’.enetlt* the CoMnmor by KutnblUli li)g a ('oni|ieUt]oti Brjroiid (lie Power 1 of lliu Sugar Trutt to Suppress. The "Journal” In this issue makes a presentation of the importance of the beet sugar industry to the farmers of the state. What, the factories that take this product of the farm have done will amaze those who now, for the tlrst time, read of the extent of their oper ations. The money paid out for sugar beets has added materially to the pros perity of the districts in which they are produced, and has continued on its way to stimulate every interest in which the farmer appears as a buyer. it will be noticed that there Is claimed for each beet sugar factory some measure of success. As a matter of fact, not all of them have made money in the sense in which it is made in many old-established interests. But if all of them had it would still not operate powerfully to the sane mind as a reason for placing this industry in jeopardy by reduction of the tariff on imported raw sugar. The policy of Protection is sustained by the votes of this country, not that the protected industries shall barely make both ends meet. The industry of sugar making in the United States is protected that it may be profitable- so that it may pay up to the American standard for labor and be a factor in lowering the price of a given article to the com munity. The beet sugar industry does both these things. It gives satisfactory re turns to the farmer or else he will not raise the beets; the whip hand thus remaining with him, and not with the factory. It lias lowered the price of } sugar to the consumer by the confes sion of the trust, and the evidence is to be had at any grocery store, the price of the refined* article being now nearly or quite down to the figure it touched under free trade in foreign sugar. The beet sugar industry has thus | justified its claim for protection- by | benefit to the consumer, by good prices other We-tern states to he on the alert for the interests of their constituents. The effort is being made to bring up the Hasson reciprocity treaties—which many senator^ hold are dead beoau® not ratified within the prescribed time. It is asserted that Senator Cnliom of Illinois has given his word that the long delayed treaties shall be acted on. to which there is no objection—if they are acted on rightly. The treaty which the Northwestern senators should look out for is that ne gotiated with the Argentine Republic, which provides for a material reduction in the duty on wool. The effect of the great wool growing interests of Mon tana and other wool-growing states can he appreciated, and the treaty in question should not be ratified. Reciprocity is all right if carried on along the lines laid down by President McKinley—so that its provisions shall not prove injurious to any American industry. The treaty with the Argen tine Republic would prove extremely damaging to the wool interests of this country, and therefore should not be ratified.—Helena (Mont.) Record. Wltat We Know. We know with much accuracy that free trade for Cuban sugar means the destruction of our domestic sugar in dustry. We know that it come into being by protection. We know that it was tlie first significant extension of protection to agriculture, and we know that the farmers of many states have profited by it, and that it means the addition of a new crop to the varietj by which they make a living from their land. Extension of protection to them was an economic experiment that lias become a demonstration. Why should it lie abandoned, to the injury of American farmers, in order that Cuba may be delivered from hypo thetical distress? Why not consider the interest of the American farmer and make the Cuban the subject oi experiment? Why not let Cuba go on. organize her government, take tlie in dependence for which she fought and wnich we gained for her, and wait and see wiiether she goes over the hill to the poorhouse by losing the chance to sell one ton of sugar in Spain to forty sold in the t nitefi States?—San Francisco Call. More Than Our Outy. We have performed far more than uir duty toward Cuba. We cannot IN CREAT DANGER J to the grower, and by adding to the > i ganeral prosperity of the State. The ; plea for lowering the tariff is founded j on: An alleged suffering Cuba. ! In all sincerity the "Journal” de clares that it cannot conclude that I Cuba is suffering. There were brought ; before the ways and means committee of the House a number of Cuban sugar planters. We have yet to read the testimony of one who did not acknowl edge that the island was prosperous; that labor was better employed than ever before; that any enlargement of the sugar industry by increasing the size and number of the plantations would mean that labor must be im ported to work them—cheap labor, not American labor. In fairness, let us admit that some of these same Cuban planters predicted suffering in the fu ture if the sugar crop of the island could not be sold at a higher rate than offered now. Grant that. Hut in whose hands, then, is the price? In the hands of the Sugar Trust. If the tariff is cut 20. or some other per cent., there fs no cer tainty that the Sugar Trust will do other than say to the Cuban planter: “The price of sugar is fixed in the London market: any reduction in the tariff is velvet for me. If you do not wish to take the price we offer there are thousands of tons of surplus SHgar in the market to be bad at that price." Michigan capital is slowly building ! up an Industry of profit to the com munities in which its factories are lo cated, and the source of a cheaper household necessity to thousands. It was started under a pledge - a written pledge, not one in the air like that said ■ to have been made to Cuba—-a pledge j to so protect beet sugar that so much of the home market ns it could supply should be saved to it by a tariff on raw sugar. All that the industry asks is that that, pledge be kept. If there is some where a pledge to Cuba, the rich Gem I of the Antilles, let that be kept, too, j but at the expense of the taxpayers as a whole—not of one Industry.—Detroit “Journal.” Protect Oar Wool Growers. There is a fine opportunity for the senators from Montana, Wyomln* and pamper it and get the return to be ex panded from a spoiled child. It is not our business to provide concessions fot Cuba simply because it is Cuba. The island will soon be foreign soil under its own President and Congress with its own fiscal and other policies. The latest Republican national plat form says: "We renew our faith in th« policy of protection to American la bor. In that policy our Industries have been established, diversified and maintained.” As to the general prin ciples of reciprocity, the platform de clares: "We favor the associated pol icy of reciprocity so directed as to open our markets on favorable terms for what we do not ourselves product in return for free foreign markets.” That is as far as the Republican party' has declared itself. To make an exception in behalf of Cuba or any other independent nation would be an injustice in government as well as par ty stultification.-—Trenton Gazette. Same Old Fight. The citrus fruit growers of this and other states where the orange grows are beginning to realize now what one cent a pound tariff on that fruit, for which they work so hard, means. They thought they knew before; now they know that it means more profits on their productions. The prices on citrus fruits in the American markets are higher than before, but better profits ar being realized, notwithstanding the high freights to the Hast. Still we shall have the free trade doctrine to fight again and again.—Petaluma (Gal.) Argus. Of Coarse Not. The Boston "Herald” (Free-Trade) is pleased with Congressman Babcock’s plan of placing a large line of iron and steel products on the free list, but considers that he is in error in keeping upon the dutiable schedules the crude materials out of which his proposed free manufactured materials are made. "This is neither scientific nor reasonable,” says the “Herald.” Of course It isn’t. How could it lie scientific and reasonable and yet bo Babcock's plan? There are few' lives without that de lightful element of “possibility’* which makes some men not only en durable, but hopeful.—“Trinity Bells.** WHAT TH- PANAMA ROUTE IS. It I* 4 ft. Oft Mile* long and Foilowi Chagrt-H lilTer Mont of Dhttnep. The Panama route is but 49.09 miles long from ocean to ocean, which is but little more than one-fourth of the total length of the Nicaragua route. There is, therefore, less room for variety of features than is found on the Nicara gua line. The city of Colon, formerly called Aspinwall, was chosen by th« old Panama company as the Atlantic terminus. The route then follows along the marshes in a southwesterly direction to a little place called Gatun, on the Chagres river. From that point it follows the line of that river in a general way to Obispo, thirty miles from Colon. At Obispo t ho route leaves the Cha gres and enters the Kmperador cut, which merges into the great Culebra cut, where the line crosses the conti nental divide. From tne latter point its general course lies along a small stream called the llio Grande until it reaches the waters of Panama bay. This route has attained great, promi nence within the latst twenty years in consequence of the work done on it by the old Panama Canal Company, a French corporation of which Ferdi nand de l.esseps was the head. It was not until 1883 that work upon a large scale wus begun. The plan adopted was that of a sea-level eanal and in cluded a bottom width of seventy-two t'eei and a navigable depth of 29.5 feet. I'he entire cost of the work was esti mated by De Lesseps in 1830 at about $128,000,000. and eight years for the time required. Work under this sea-level plan was prosecuted actively until the -near end of 1887, says a writer in Scribner’s, when it became evident that the canal on a sea-level plan could not he con structed for the amount of money and time then available to the company. * POWER OF SWEET SOUNDS. Wounds Healed llr the Music of a Violin. A man was conveyed to a hospital In Paris, suffering from an accident which resulted in a serious wound. This wound refused to heal, and all the various treatments applied to it failed to effect the desired end. The man was attacked from time to time by violent paroxysms, and death ap peared certain. At length the surgeon enlisted the services of a good violin player and treated the sufferer to a musical remedy. The patient's par oxysms ceased and from that time the wound began to heal. The violin play ing was continued at intervals till re covery was assured. In another case the wound continued to suppurate despite all that could be done; the patient was calm and re signed, but nothing could be done for the wound. The violin was called into requisition in this instance also, and the instrument was played close to the injured part, which was bared for the purpose. The surgeon soon observed a change; the wound assumed a healthier appearance, and the process of healing began and progressed rapid ly. It is an undoubted fact that certain vibrations can effect cures, hut the vi brations must be strictly in accord ance witli the malady or nature of the wound. Some enthusiasts go so far as to assert that the character of indi viduals can be changed by the constant application of the proper vibration. Thti Modem Bandit. First bandit—How is the lady mis sionary quoted by the brigands’ com mercial agency? Second bandit—I find that she is marked "A-7-lTxx-***.” First, bandit—What in thunder does that mean? Second bandit—It means that she can be easily kidnaped, but that the kidnapers will be lucky if they get an> ransom. There is a possibility that her friends could raise $200, but before counting on this it would he well to investigate the private archives of the agency. That’s all. “Well, say, ain’t it a shame?” “Ain't what a shame?” “Why, that any woman should think of coming out here as a missionary without any rich friends to back hei tip. It’s too had.” One Wuj lo Outwit Could. When William R. Travers was In the directorate of the New York Centra! railroad Jay Gould was running the Erie in opposition and his manage ment of that system betrayed a con stant and intimate knowledge of what was going on in the Central’s star chamber. Commodore Vanderbilt was naturally exasperated and one day after expressing how helpless he found himself to outwit his rival he turned to Travers with the query: “Well. Billy, how can we stop Gould from getting knowledge of what we are do ing?” “W-w-w-why,” suggested the genial wit, "w-w-why d-don’t yon m-m-make him a d-dlrector of N-N-New York C-C-Central?” Judicial Joke. An episode happened recently in the United States Supreme court. The case under argument related to a ferry crossing the Ohio river between Ken tucky aud Indiana, the point in dispute being the issuance of return tickets. ‘‘Of course,” said the attorney who was arguing that such tickets must be issued, “nobody would leave Kentucky for Indiana without expecting to come back again.” ‘ Does that remark apply to ex-Gov ernors?” humorously inquired Justice Brown. A ripple of laughter ran through the court room, and the reply of the attor ney was inaudible.—Washington Post.