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Aurhorof "t.ittlt Mitt Miltlnn: - "TAt Stiidtr'i
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OtpTflcbt. tOI. Street anJ Smith. Nsw Yoii
(lI.Vjj) Kit (Cuitlin.o.l.)
Charlie il til not spare 'itmselr ono
l(,$fc
Up IiriI recovered his "onsos Just as
the haron, -.-lio hail bo engaged look
ing after th- security :f the fair cap
tive, entered tlit jn-Uo.
The baron stornui fid raved more
or los when he discovered ln.w they
had been taken In no neatly by this
ox-sailor, whom he looked upon ns a
bungler.
Charlie begged the baron to trouble
himself no longer about ('apt. Miami,
since Arllno was doubtless by thin
time safe on hoard the steamer.
yVery good," was the baron's reply.
w Mi a sigh of relief, for he snrhed to
be overburdened of Into with olllelul
cares, or something that preyed upon
his mind; "but if you hup to get
aboard before the steamer loaves you
must hurry, for there t Ju.it a scant
half hcijr.
Charlie .called for,, a cab and snld
good-hy.to bis frleui.h'.tthe baron: lie,
would always have a lingering mis
plclon PoVerHoff was gliul to gnHfd
of him. as though he thought Charlie
and his affairs took up too much of
hig ptecloua time, which should be do
uitcd to matter. of more serious con
sequence. He munnged to set aboard Just as
the order to diaw in the last gang
plank was given. This sailing at night
was something iuito out of the usual
run. but there wmi a special reason
for It. unite hattsfaetoiy to the officials
of tbo line, autl all Intended pasun
Kers had been warned to bo on board
in time.
It happened that Charlie discovered
Capt. Urand in the smoking saloon In
vlpc to keep beyond the range of nl?
vision.
To Charlie's astonishment, wlim
Ilrand took a notion to retire, he blun
dered Into the wrong stateroom, which
chanced to be the ono that hail been
assigned to Stuart.
This might have been depp design:
but. after carefully considering it from
all sides. Charlie foil disposed to call
it an accident.
He found rest in another room
which the stewnrd opened for him.
And now here they were, with an
elephant on their hands, so to speak,
bound to come into dally and hourly
Contact with the strange man whom
they atrougly suspected, and with good
reason, of being a mo.it stupendous
fraud.
MIAI'TRIC .VI.
Off Kirc Island Light.
Chat lie had written from Antwerp
to certain tiaiters In London, from
which he might epect to receive posi
tive infoi niation loganling Captain
Ilranil.
He bad done thl.t to satlsfj Arllno.
So far as he hlnuelf was concerned
t'.ls mind was already made up most
positively.
If Hiand was sui prised to see Char
lie on board, be gave no evidence of
It.
He concocted some affecting story,
which he spun in Arllne's ears, nud
' with such success that he actually
gained n little of his former aseon
dency in her mind, nlnee sho wns
haunted by doubts wnlch It seemed
impossible to dispel.
Artemus amused himself studying
( the old mariner. He even played a
"'few games with him In the smoking
room, where men of all degrees are
socially Inclined.
Captain Urand was the same as of
yore.
The tales he spun of his wonderful
adventures In th Afilcan deserts
were weird enough to take one's
breath away.
Artemus listened, almost charmed;
and his Interest grew apace until ono
day It struck him that the personal
adventures which the captain so mod
estly ascribed to himself bad a some
.what musty flavor, as bocame ancient
chestnuts.
This aroused suspicion.
Artemus sot nhotit an investigation.
Lo and behold, upon secretly looking
Into the captain's stateroom, while
the gentleman wns holding forth among
his cronies above, Artamus discovered
a well-thumbed volume of "Adventures
and explorations In the Dark Contin
ent." The captain's secret was out.
For once he had carelessly omitted
to keep tho souice or his knowledge
fiinder lock and key.
Ai tenuis borrowed the volume and
took copious notes, Intending to have
a little fun ui Brand's expense from
tlmo to time.
He took occasion to relate all this
to Chaille, vjho.lu turn, told l.ady Ar
llno. Strange that even this new and
blackening evidence could not wholly
convince her. Filial love must have
had a strong hold Indeed upon tho ten
der heart ot this girl who had from
childhood known so little of parental
affection.
She even Invented excuses for him
a desire to see in print the map of
tho country where ho had so long been
a prisoner, and to have his recollec
tion of mtmxB revived.
Tho vtnmt was on tho whole, a
stormy ono. but to Charlie It ended all
too soon.
As they neared tho shores of Amer
ica, tho old captain seemed to lose a
i goodly portion of his loquacity, and be
came unusually reserved,
Artemus flattered himself that ho
was tho main cause of this collapse
but. Charlie was rather Inclined to bo
llux e Capt. Ilrand had started In to
work up some tiew scheme looking
to the acquisition and sequestration of
111? daughter's gold.
Charlie hopo.l to diaroi'er how this
fellow whom he believed he had
known as Capt. Kledge. and Artemus
pi -tended was a third-rate actor
named Frederick Davenport Mncauley
had ever or me Into possession of the
facts connected with Capt. Ilrand of
the hut ship Hespasla.
The fog hung about them ouisperat
Ingly. and th monotonous hoarse
throated whistle kept up Its warning
notes until they were close to Flro Is
land Light, when suddenly tho vupor
gave way and the shore of Long Island
appealed In view, already showing the
first ulp.r.s of spring.
Charlie had perfected what few ar
rangements remained. They would all
go direct to tho old Windsor, and there
await the coming of Aleck, when tin
ii-ervlew between him and Arllno
must result In happiness all around.
It seemed simple enough, yet none
of them for un Instant suspected what
tremendous things awaited them In
this magnificent capital of the New
World, or the forces which might yet
be arrayed ngalnst them through the
energy and scheming of tho man who
Nyould not accept defeat.
Hero, then, the last, drnmatlc scene
was to be placed. . Here Charllowaa
to win his bride', or lose" her forovor
In this city of restless energy, of Won
derful buildings and uneqiiuled magni
ficence, Charlie and his enemy would
come face to fuco for the last tlmo.
Heaven be on the side of the right
and strengthen the arm of this war
rior bold who dared all'ln defease of
what was Innocent ami true.
Capt. Urand had almost reached the
end of his lope and would doubtless
husband the remainder of his re
sources tor on Inst desperate, mas
terful stroke ! which he would win
or lose all.
As usual, there was the customs
trlnl to be passed through, but when
the gantlet had been successfully run
they were free.
The great and wonderful city
stretched before them.
To Arllno It was all new, and the
sights that wore strange to her eyes
she found to be numerous, from the
lofty buildings to the electric curs that
dashed along at an apparently reckless
speed.
Capt. Urand accepted everything
philosophically.
He had seen the world; his check
ered career had embraced every
clime, and the startling events that
hnd fallen to his shnro would have Inld
the foundation for a very fair second
edition of Munchausen or the Aiablan
Nights.
Arllno was deeply concerned about
wayward Aleck, whom sho had not
seen In so long a time.
His whole future was at stake.
If she missed him now, all might be
lost.
Yes. thin had been wearing upon her
mind so long now that It affected her
nerves. There may have been some
thing more, which neither of them sus
pected a premonition of tho startling
events destined to take place in their
experience; for some minds seem
gifted with an almost supernatural
power to anticipate coming changes,
even as the mercury in the ba
rometer's tube indicates a change In
the weather hours before it occurs.
Taking a carriage, they were all
speedily located at the lellnble old
Windsor.
Upon inquiry Charlie learned that
some one had called for him only the
day before, and he was constrained to
believe It must be the young fellow
who had been his companion in the
Antwerp Jail, and whose escape had
rivaled that of Monte Crlsto.
This was good news.
He had left word ho would enll
again, so that all they hnd to do wns
to leave a message for him at the
desk, and await developments.
Arllno was not recovered from the
effect of the voyage; at least, she was
in no humor for sight-seeing until this
long-anticipated Interview with her
half-brother weie over.
So she kept her room much of tho
time.
When tho so-called Capt. Urand set
foot again In New York, he faced new
dangers.
There were those upon the Rlalto,
actors of greater or lesser degree, who
must have hail dealings with Freder
ick Davenport Mncauley during tho
palmy days of yore, when he played
his little part in the drama, and man
fully plod Ills way, footsore and weary,
over the railway ties back to Now
York after an unsuccessful tour of tho
provinces.
Some of these worthies could be de
pended on to recognize their old com
rade of those halcyon days, despite the
radical change prosperity might hnve
made In his personal appearance and
bearing.
Thus evening found them.
Charllo had the pleasure of dining
with Lady Arllno.
He exerted himself to cheer her up.
Several times she seemed to tem
porarily throw off the strango stupor
that had nettled 'on her spirits, and
for a short period appeared to be her
old self, when, by degrees, tho melan
choly crept back again.
"Tomorrow," said Chnrlle, when she
wns leaving him to go to her rooms,
"I hope we will have Aleck horo with
us, and thou all must be woll. You
can dismiss doubts nud fears, to be
happy onco more."
"You will forgive my foolish fancies.
You uro always so cheerful nnd kind,"
sho murmured, whtln he was holding
and ardently squeezing her hand, per
haps quite unconsciously.
"Until tomorrow, then."
"Shall I see you at breakfast?" ho
asked, eagerly.
"If I am feeling quite will; surely at
dinner."
He wns forced to be content.
So he watched her, his soul In hit
eyes, as she walked to the elevator
Win there ever a more queenly girl
than Lady Arllno; one with a greatet
share of beauty concentrated In face.
(Igiiio and mind?
Kiv the elesator car shot toward tin
upper realms she waved her hand tc
him and gave him a ravishing smile
And t lint smile haunted him a long
time, for it was tho last time he wni
fated to look upon her face until -destiny
had been utterly fultllled, the
drama carried to Its concluding scene,
most terrible of all.
Sauntering Into the rotunda of the
hotel Charlie lighted a weed nnd then
began to remember there were others
In the world besides himself and Ar
llno Uraud.
Where was Artemus for Instance?
And Capt. Urand? Who had now
been ashore long enough to get his
bearings and llgure on some desperate
move.
Pciknp.i It would be best, as his
good soiH-' suggested, to seek assis
tance in outwitting the great schemer.
. Clever mlmls could be controlled for
money, detectives who. were hb'lo to
cqpo with oven such a remarkable
scoundrel as ho conceived this man to
btii and who would speedily put him oii
i til
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hftf back In the first round.
And yet the 'wretched roBUlt'bf lifs
arrangement with 'tho great Imroti
l'eterhoff nroiisod'aerloiiB douhtH lmhls
mind. If tho fascinating presence of
a womnn could so upsot aaagaehuia
muster of finesse and 'diplomacy, "who
could be trusted?
There wns apparently time.
Urnnd would hardly get his columns
In motion under a day or two.
Charlie could be governed by cir
cumstances and the trend of events.
Uesldes, there was Artemus, whoso
wits were of the brightest, nnd who
might be depended on, to accomplish
moro than a little, looking toward the
exposure of the great fraud.
These soothing reflections came In
some degree through the lnfluonce of
the maglo weed, for to Its devoted
votaries tobacco seems to be an In
cense which creates optimists whore
only pessimism hud previously
reigned.
And of course our Charlie contem
plated with more or less complacency
the high degree of happinesB that
would bo bis portion when the blessed
time arrived for him to claim Arllno
Urand as his own dnrllng wife, with
no one, not oven a haunting memory
of the burled past, to say him nay.
Ho had figured It all out, nnd de
cided that he would make full and froo
confession regarding his ono forlorn
experience In Cupid's realms.
No doubt Charlie took considerable
pleasure In speculating upon tho var
ious ways In which ho might bring
these importnut matters to a focus,
hut never once did he dream of tho
wonderful and fearful event by means
of which the desired end would bo
swiftly attained.
Again and again lie looked toward
the Filth avenue entrance as tho door
swung behind new comers, but Arte
mus remnlned only conspicuous by his
absence.
Could anything have, happoned;
would the bold ami reckless Capt.
Urand begin operations by lopping off
the limbs of the tree ho meant to
fell?
It made him deucedly uncomfortable
to even consider such a calamity.
Surely some tremendous catastropho
was brooding over himself and his for
tunes, or could It be he was partaking
of Arllnes' slow spirits?
Was his cigar to blame? Ah! a
change was on tho tapis, for there
came Artemus bustling In from the
outside night air.
(To be continued.)
HAS NOVEL TEST OF DEATH.
Device of a French Phyalclan.Seeme
to Leave All Doubt Behind.
Horror ot being burled alivo Is com
mon to the whole human race, and
from time immemorial experiments
have been in progress with tho view
of making such a terrlblo fato Im
possible. Some physicians maintain
that satisfactory tests can also bo
made by tho use of tho Roentgen rays,
but It Is not everyone who has tho
facilities for making such tests, where
as anyone can mnko a test on tho plan
devised by Dr. Icard, a physician of
Marseilles, France. The doctor iiros
iluorescin, tho well-known coloring
material, and his experiments have
proved so successful that they havu
won for him the approval of tho
French Acndemy of Sciences. Flu
orescln Injected into the human body,
produces absolutely no effect It tho
body is dead, whereas It produces
most surprising effect if tho body la
alive. Dr. Icard uses a solution of It
which is so strong that a singlo
gramme is able to color 10,000 quarts
of water.
If u little of this solution is inject
ed under the skin of a living person In
two minutes tho skin and especially
the mucous membranes, will become
much discolored, and tho person will
present the appearance of ono suffer
ing from an acute attack or jaundice.
Moreover, tho eyes will become of a
greenish color and the pupils will al
most becomo Invisible. These symp
toms will remnln for ono or possibly
two hours and then will gradually dls
appear. Since Iluorescin produces this
effect on a living body It naturally fol
lows, according to Dr. Icard, that any
body on which it producos no effect
must bo dead.
Wo must bo oa caroful to keep
friends as to mako them. Tho affec
tions should not bo mere "tents ol
a night." Friendship gives no privi
lege to mako ourselves dlsagcaablo.
Lord Avebur
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ainnnnnnnnnmmnnnnnnTfifnnnnfl;
I guess there won't be a great show
of lloweis on Syl ester's grave this
year" said Sarah Cook Her voice
had a certain trlump.i in It. but it ctul
d with a decorous sigh.
"1 guess there won't, either," re
turned her sister, Mrs. Kemp. "I gues
l'hebe Ann Is too sick to think much
about it." Her voice sounded like
Snrnh's.
Lucy Kemp dropped her sewing for
a minute nnd turned hor face toward
the window. "It aoonis 'most too hnd,
don't It?" she said, meditatively.
"When she's done so much every year,
nd thought bo much about It."
"1 don't know as 1 think It's too
bad," said Mrs. Kemp. "Of course I'm
sorry l'hebe Ann la nick, but when It
comes to theso flowers sho's nlways
covered Sylvester's grave with, Deco
ration day, 1 guess there was a great
deal of It for show. It would have
seemed different If ho hnd been lu tho
war, but I've thought a good many
times, when I've seen Svlvestee'a uravo
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"tin inutu nunuia 'ii it iiiuii miy in
the soldiers, that l'hebe Ann had a
llttlo eye to what folks would hay, for
all she felt so bad."
"I don't caro 'anything 'about tho
show," said Sarah Cook, "but 1 do
.think such an outlny on flowers to put
on a Grave Is wicked, when there's
folks that's her own kith and kin In
actual want. It's as much as twenty
years slnco Sylvester Kemp died, and
thcro ain't boon a year that l'hcbo
Ann nlnt laid out dollars on flowers.
I guess If we'd had thq dollars right
licro, it would have been more to her
credit!"
"Well, I nlnt ever complained nor
begged," rejoined Mrs. Kemp. "No
body can say I have, whatever hnp
pens. There's the rent money due,
and thnt new dressmaker has come to
town, and the work's falling off, and
I Jon't know what's goln' to becomo
of us, but I nlnt complained nor
begged."
"There's the band!" cried Lucy.
It was a very warm day for the sea
son ulniost ns warm as midsummer.
Tho windows were wide open. The
two women nnd the girl leaned their
heads out and listened. They could
hear far-away music. Two llttlo girls,
with their hands full of flowers, ran
past.
" They're Just forming down nt tho
town hall," said Lucy. "Aunlo Dole
and Lottie aro Just going."
"They came over hero for flowers
this morning," said her mother, "and
I told 'em I hndn't any to give. All
I had was lilacs, besides that little
early rose-bush, and they'd got all tho
lilacs they wanted of their own, and
there was only Just three roses on that
bush, nud I could not bear to cut 'em.
Tho procession nlnt coming the mu
sic don't sound a mite nearer. It won't
bo hero for an hour yet."
The three seated themselves nnd fell
to sewing again. The two older women
swung out their long arms with stern
persistency. Tholr faces were hnrsh
and sad, and had a similarity of fea
ture as well as expression. Lucy, the
young girl, bent weakly over her
work. The room was full of tho faint
band music, and tho perfume of lilacs.
Sho wished In her heart that sho could
put on her best dress and go out with
tho other girls, but sho said nothing.
They sat In tho kitchen. The floor was
swept clean, and thcro was no lire
In tho pollBhed cooklug-stovo; It was
early In the afternoon. Presently
Lucy looked up. "Mother," said she,
"can't I stop sewing and run outdoors
a tninuto?"
"Whero do you want to go?"
"Jimt outdoors a minute."
Lucy was seventeen, but sho seemed
like a child In her manner toward her
mother.
"I don't care," said Mrs. Kemp.
"I s'poso tho child gets dreadful
tired sewing tho whole time," sho said
to her sister, after Lucy had gone out.
"Sometimes I feel kind of worried
about her."
"Sho won't get tired sewing much
longer, nor we, neither, If wo don't
havo more wprk come In," retorted her
sister, grimly. "Wo alnt got a mite
nhcad. Wo'vo got to go on the town,
for nil I see." She said "town" with a
sc.ornrul fear, as If it wore an enemy
to whom sho must surrender.
"I don't s'poso Phebe Ann's husband
will lift his fingers to help us, even
If she should be taken away, and he
left without a chick nor child In tho
world," said Mrs. Kemp.
l'hebe Ann's husbaud was her own
dend husband's brother, but she never
spoke of him by his own name.
"I wonder how much Phcbo Ann's
husband has got?" said Sarah Cook.
"Woll, I guess ho's laid by a little
something. They must havo, with no
family!"
"Mcbbo ho will do something, If It
over happens thnt ho alnt under any
body else's thumb,"
' It won't make any difference now.
He's laid under tho thumb so long that
ho's all flattened out of tho shapo he
was made In. Ho UBed to bow kind of
sideways behind Phcbo Ann's back,
when I met him, but ho don't do that
now. I met htm fuco to face the other
day, and ho never looked at me. I
don't know what poor Thomas would
say If ho was alive. I wonder what
Lucy Is picking lilacs for? Lucy!"
"What say?" Lucy's sweet, thin
volco called back. Her smooth, fair
head was half hidden In a great clump
of lilac-bushes by the gate, Sho was
bending the branches over, and break
ing oft full purple clusters.
"What you picking those lilacs for?"
' "I Just thought I'd pick a few."
"What for? I ain't going to have
any In the house! They're too sweet
they're slcklsb!"
"I ain't going to bring them Into the
house," said Lucy. Sho let a branch
fly back, and went across tho yard
with a groat bunch of lilacs lu hor
hands.
"I wonder what she's up to?" Bnld
her mother.
Lucy returned Just before the pro
cession passed. Tho cemetery was a
little way beyond tho house. Her
mother nnd mint, and a neighbor who
hnd come In, stood at tho windows lis
tening engerly to tho npproachlng mu
sic. Lucy Joined them. The proces
sion filed slowly past: The Orand
Army men, the village band, the m -Inters
nnd local dignitaries, and the
renr-gilard of children, with flowers.
An accompanying crowd thronged tho
sidewalks.
"I've Just been saying to Sarah that
l'hebe Ann won't have Sylvestor's
grave decked out much this year,"
said Mrs. Kemp. Her voice wns plens
anter and moro guarded than before.
"I heard Phcbo Ann was pretty low,"
said tho neighbor.
"Yes, I s'poso sho la. 1 should havo
gono up there, but sho alnt been In
sldo this houso for ten years, and I
alnt going to push In where 1 nlnt
wanted. I hear she's got Mis' linker
with her, bo bIio's taken care of. I
amidn t help thinking this morning
how, much shejd,, always; laid out on,
Bylve3ter'B grave." Well, inebbe 'twas'
a comfort to her. I alnt never thought
so much of anything of that kind, be
cause:' hiy husband and all my folks
are burled away from heJre, and I nln't
had any chance to do anything about
their grnvPB. Alnt that Phcbo Ann's
husband now? That looks like his
horflo."
"Yes, 'tis," said Sarah Cook.
"I've a great mind to run to the
door and inquire how sho Is!" cried
the neighbor, excitedly.
"Why don't yon?" said Mrs. Kemp.
The neighbor ran to tho door nnd
called out. She wns a stout woman
with a shrill voice.
"How Is Phcbo Ann?" sho clam
ored. The horso was pulled up, and an old
man's face peered around tho buggy
wing. "How la Phebe Ann this After
noon?" the woman said again. Mrs.
Kemp, Sarah Cook and Lucy were
listening nt her back.
"Sinking, ' replied tho old man, In a
hoarse voice. Then he drove on. Tho
womnn called something else after
him, but be paid no attention. He hnd
to pass the cemetery, which wan now
thronged with tho living, lu bright
groups, standing among the flower
strewn graves of tho dead. Tho music
had ceased. A man's voice souiulcd
out loudly In the hush. Phebe Aim's
husbnnd, John Kemp, leaned forward
and shook tho reins over his borne,
then drove past rapidly. He kept his
face turned away from the cemetery,
and his forehead was scowling dis
tressfully. Ho had a half-mllo to go beforo ho
reached home. IIo left the horse In
the yard and wont into tho house on
tiptoe, through tho house to Phcbo
Aim's bedroom. As ho peered stealth
ily, tho nurse, who was sitting besldo
the bed, looked up and put her finger
to her lip. Thero wns Just a gllmpso
of a pale, sharp profile among the pil
lows. Phebo Ann wns asleep on her
Journey to the grave.
Her husband went out, put up his
horse, and ent down on the doorstep.
Ho looked Idly out over the fields.
After a while he heard the village
band again. It sounded qulto near.
They were marching back from tho
cemetery. Suddenly tho old man felt
a hand on his shoulder. "She's waked
up," tho nurso whispered, "and she's
terrible worked up about Its being
Decoration day. You'd better come
In."
Phebe Ann's husband went softly
behind tho nurse to the bedroom. Phe
bo Ann looked up at him nnd beck
oned Imperatively. Ho went close and
bent over her. "What Is It, Phebe
Ann?" said he.
"Is It Decoration day?" sho whis
pered, with difficulty, for she was
growing very weak.
"Yes, 'tis, Phebo Ann," said her hus
band. "Havo you got any flowers for Syl
vester's gravo?"
"No, I alnt. I nlnt thought of It,
Phebe Ann, with your being so sick,
and all."
"Go get some!" she panted. Her
motioning hand and her eager eyes
spoko louder than her tongue.
"Yes, I will, I will, Phebe Ann!
Don't you fret another mite about It."
The nurse followed him out of the
room.
"I can't go to the greenhouge!" he
whispered, agitatedly. "It's five miles
away!"
"Land, get any kind of flowers!" snld
the nurso. "Get dandelions and but
tercups, If you can't And anything
else."
Tho old man took his hat down with
a bewildered air, and wont slowly out
of the yard. At tho gate he paused
and looked around. There were no
flowers in the yard; there were sev
eral bushes, rose and phlox, but It was
too early for them to blossom. Over
at tho left stretched a Meld, and that
was waving with green and gold. Pho
bo Ann's husband went over into the
Held, and began pulling tho butter
cups In great handfuls, nud the grass
es with them. Ho had all he could
carry when he left tho field, and wont
solemnly down the road.
Sylvester's gravo was at tho farther
sldo of tho cemetery. The old man,
with his load of butter cups and grass,
niado his way to It. The soldiers'
graves were decorated with flags and
flowers, but the people had gone. Tho
cemetery was very still. When John
Kemp reached Sylvestor's grave, he
started and stared. There was a great
bunch of lilacs on the gravo, nnd three:
charming, delicate pink roses In a
vaso."
"I wonder who pat those flowers
there!" he muttered. He laid tho but
tercups and grass dovn on tho gravo;
then he stood still. was over tweu-
ty yenr since the boy Sylvester had
been laid there -a llttlo soldlor who
had fought only his own pain. "I
wonder who put those flowors thoro!"
John Kemp muttered again.
IIo went out of the cemetery, but In
stead o turning down tho road toward
his own home, walked hesitatingly thu
other way toward tho house of hl.-t
slstcr-ln-lnw Thoinns'rt wife, as hu
always spoko of her,
Lucy's face was at one opon wlrdow,
her Aunt Sarah Cook's at tho othnr.
"Lucy!" called tho old man, stand
lug nt tho gutu.
Lucy camo out to him tremblingly,
Sarah Cook ran to tell her sister; aha
thought Phobe Ann must bo dead.
"IX) you know who put those flowers
thoro?" nsked tho old man, In a husky
voice.
"I did," said Lucy. Her faco flushed.
"I thought thcro wouldn't bo anybody
to seo to It, now Aunt Phebo Ann Is
sick," sho explained, timidly.
Her undo looked wistfully nt hor,
his eyes full of tears. "Sylvester was
a dreadful sufteror," ho said.
Lucy did not know what to say. Sho
looked up at him, and her soft fuco
seemed to tnko on distressed lines like
his.
t Tho old man turned abruptly and
went away. "Phebo Ann Is sinking,"
ho said, Indistinctly, as ho went
Lucy.'a mother nnd her uunt rushed
to tho door to meet her. "fa Phono
Ann-dead?" Sarah Cook called out.
"Np((aio ain't dead.'
"What did ho' want to seo you for?"
nsked Mrs. Kemp. '.-
Lucy hesitated; a shamefaced look
came over her faco. "What illd ho
want?" her mothor asked, Impera
tively. "
"Ho wanted to know who put somo
flowors on Sylvester's gravo."
"Did you?"
"Yes'm."
"Whnt did you put on?"
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"Somo lilacs and roses."
"You didn't pick those rosos?"
"O, mothor, tho Hlac3 didn't seem
quite enough! Aunt Phebe Ann has
always done so much!" Lucy' said.
She was almost crying.
Her mother and her aunt looked at
each other. "I shouldn't have thought
you'd have picked those roses without
saying anything about It," said her
mother, but her voice was embar
rassed rather than harsh. Sho went
back to tho kitchen and proceeded with
her work of mnklng biscuits for sup
per. Tho sowing was all Hnlehed. Lucy
set tho table. After supper they wont
out lu tho cometery, and strolled about
looking at tho flowors, In tho soft, low
light. "Who brought all that moss of
buttercups nnd grass, I wonder?" said
Sarah Cook, us they atood ovor Syl
vester's grave.
"I guess it must havo been Phebo
Ann's husband It looks Just like a
man," Mrs. Kemp replied. Lucy got
down on hor knees and straightened
the buttercups into a bouquet.
"I wonder if she'll llvo tho night
out," said Sarah Cook, soberly.
"I'vo listened to hear tho boll toll
every morning this week," said Mrs.
Kemp, "I don't bellovo sho can llvo
much longer. I'd go up there to-night,
it I thought sho wanted me to."
Tho next morning Mrs. Kemp, lis
tening with her head thrust out of
tho window In tho early sunlight,
heard Indeod tho bell tolling for Phebo
Ann. "Sho's gono," Bho told Sarah
Cook and Lucy; and Lucy cried.
They all wont to Phebo Ann's funer
al and followed hor to tho grave. Mrs.
Kemp's and Sarah Cook's eyes were
red when thoy came home. "Thero
wero a great many good things about
Phebo Ann, nftor all," Mrs. Komp
said.
"I always said there was,
Sarah
returned, defiantly.
Tho morning after tho funeral John
Kemp camo to the door. Lucy an
Hwered his knock. He looked old and
dejectod, but ho tried to smile. "I
want to Bee you a mlnuto," said he.
"No, I can't come In not this morn
ing. I'm coming before long. I hope
things will be different from what
they have been. It was hor wish. I
went homo that day and told Phebe
Ann how you'd put the flowers there,
and she beckoned to me to come and
lean over her. Then sho made out to
tell me. Sho wanted you to have Syl
vester's money that wo put in the
bank for htm when ho was born. It's
been growing. We haven't spent any,
excepting for tho flowers, and It's near
llvo hundred dollars. She wanted me
to give It to you right away, and
you're going to have It Just as soon as
I can get It out of the bank. Phebe
Ann said you could have some more
schooling, nnd not havo to work so
hard. And I guess you'll have more
than that, too, somo day, It you outlive
me. Phebo Ann, sho thought mebbe I
could mako somo arrangements with
your mother and mint to come to our
houso and live, and tako care ot it.
Sho said sho didn't want any other
women In thore. She know they were
good boubokeepors, and would koep
things the way sho did. You tell your
mother I'm coming In to sec her somo
tlmo beforo long."
John Kemp wont feebly down the
walk, and Lucy returned to the kitch
en. Tho door had been ajar, and her
mother and Sarah Cook bad hoard ev
ery word. They were both crying.
"Coming Just now when wo didn't
know which way to turn!" sobbed
Sarah Cook. "Poor Phebo Ann!"
"Well, there's one thing about It,"
said Mrs. Komp, brokenly, "there
sha'n't ono Decoration day go by as
long as I llvo, without Sylvester's
grave being trimmed as handsomo as
If his mothor was alivo." Mary E.
Wllklns In Youth's Companion.
Stations Far from Town.
Mast of-tho railway stations In Rus
sia nre about two miles from tho
.towns which they respectively serve.
This Is a precaution, ngalnst fire, "as
many of tho Russlau dwellings aro
thatched with straw.
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