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CHAPTER XDL ( Coxraxno. )
"And you protected her ? You gave
her-money and took her to a place of
safety ; ? " said Trevlyn , anxiously.
"Of course. As I should have done
by any other lady hut more especially
.for hen I took her to a hotel , and on
the .narrow saw her start on her jour
ney. I would have gone with her , hut
she declined my escort. "
" 0 , I thank you I thank you so
much ! I Bhall he your friend always
for that You will tell me where she
, "No. I cannot. "
"Cannot ! Does that imply that you
"Then you know her present place of
"I do. But she does not desire the
knowledge to become general. I have
pledged my word to her not to reveal
it Neither is it best for you to know. "
"You are right. It is not. I might
he unable to hinder myself from seeing
her. And that could do no good. I
know that she is innocent. That shall
suffice me. Only tell me she is well ,
and agreeably situated. "
"She is both. More , I think she is
at peace. She is with those who love
"I thank you for bearing with me.
I shall be happier for knowing she was
not false to me. Whatever might have
caused her to break the engagement ,
it was not because she loved another.
Good night , Mr. Castrani. "
He wrung the hand of the Cuban
i warmly and departed.
CHAPTER XX.
t3gnnJ | i noon in May. Ev-
( ( j ] Si2aKa j | was smiling and at
S J g/g / [ rest , but Mrs. Trev-
MaNP out of humorPer"
* " - TiSy } * Everything sufficient reason. had
gone wrong. The
cook was sick and the dinner a failure ;
her dressmaker had disappointed her in
not finishing her dress for the great ball
at Mrs. Fitz Noodle's , that evening , and
Annie , her maid , was down with one
of her nervous headaches , and she
would be obliged to send for a hair-
Louis Castrani was a guest in the
house , by Archer's invitation for the
two gentlemen had become friends ,
warmly attached to each other , and
Mrs. Trevlyn could not help fretting
over the * unfortunate condition of her
She was looking very cross , as she
sat in the back parlor , adjoining the
tasteful little morning room , where
she spent most of her time , and where
the gentlemen were in the habit of tak
ing their books and newspapers when
they desired it quiet If she had known
that Mr Castrani was at that moment
lying on the lounge in the morning
room , the door of which was slightly
ajar , she might have dismissed that un
becoming frown and put her troubles
m s aside. Mr Trevlyn entered , just as she
H'Jl ? had for the twentieth- time that day
ShM * arrived at the conclu. n that she was
| E | | the most sorely afflicted woman in the
§ 3M world , and his first words did not tend
BHjg to give her any consolation.
KK "I am very sorry , Mrs. Trevlyn , that
jBRpi I am to be deprived of the privilege of
Hy % attending the ball to-night It is par-
| KpL& ticularly annoying. "
ItS ? "What do you mean , Mr. Trevlyn ? "
E& ( | "I am obliged to go to Philadelphia
Hw& en important business , and must leave
Bk | in this evening's train. I did not know
kST of the necessity until a few hours ago. "
Eg ? Mrs. Trevlyn was just in the state to
HS * be wrought up by trifles.
HR "Always business , " she exclaimed
KH& > pettishly. "I am sick of the word ! "
KHKrr "Business before pleasure , Mrs.
KiK Trevlyn. But , really , this is an impor-
k/ # tant affair. It is connected with the
PSh ms/ house of Renshaw & Selwyn , which
K/a _ went under last week. The firm were
jK' v under obligations to "
B > "Don't ta'k business to me , Mr. Trev-
HH& lyn * * d ° not understand such things
mSt U neitner do I desire to. I only hope it
EHJljjf is business you are going for ! "
WPffi ] Mr. Trevlyn looked at her in some
Mmk surprise.
PH s "You only hope it is business ? " he
I Bfcp said , inquiringly. "I do not compre-
KJ ! * & "I might have said that I hoped It
* "
H8ST f was not a woman who called you from
HkV your wife. "
MP ) The moment the words were spoken
K she repented their utterance , but the
H ? nrfschief was already done.
H i "Mrs. Trevlyn , I shall request you to
R > ' unsay the insinuation conveyed inK
t
K \ your words. They are unworthy of you
H | I and a shame to me. "
H 1 "And I shall decline to unsay them.
K I I dare affirm they are true enough. "
R | § "What do you mean , madam ? I
Iftr am , I trust , a man of honor. You are
HI \ my wife , and I am true to you. I never
) | \ loved but one woman , and she is dead
K \ The allusion to the old love was ex-
H * tremely unfortunate just at this time ,
V " > f0r Mrs. Trevlyn was just sere enough
, Jl to be deeply wounued by it , and angry
V enough to throw back taunt for taunt
11 % A man of honor ! " she ejacula , )1 )
Bfel scornfully. "Honor , forsooth ! Arcfc/r
W * Trevlyn , do you call yourself that ? "
gf \ "I do : and I defy any man living to
EfLP prove the contrary ! " answered Archer ,
"You defy any man ! Do you also defy
any woman ? Tell me , if you can ,
whose glove this is ? " and she pulled
from her bosom the blood-stained glove
and held it up before him.
He looked at it , flushed crimson and
trembled perceptibly. She laughed
scornfully.
"Archer Trevlyn , your guilt Is known
to me ! It has been known to me ever
since the fatal night on which Paul
Linmere met his death. I was there
that night , by the lonely graveyard. I
saw you kiss .her hand ! I heard the
dreadful blow , listened to the smoth
ered groan , and saw through the
gloom the guilty murderer as he fled
from the scene of crime ! When the
victim was discovered. I went first , be
cause I feared he might have left be
hind something that might fix his
identity and so he had. This glove I
found lying upon the ground , by the
side of the wretched victim marked
with the name of the murderer , stained
with the blood of the murdered ! I hid
it away. I would Iiave died sooner than
it should have been torn from me , be
cause I was foolish enough to love this
man , whose hand was red with mur
der ! Archer Trevlyn , you took the life
of Paul Linmere , and thus removed the
last obstacle that stood between you
and Margaret Harrison ! "
Trevlyn's face had grown white as
death while she had been speaking ,
but it was more like the white heat of
passion , than like the pallor of detect
ed guilt. His rigid lips were stern and
pale ; his dark eyes fairly shot light
nings. He looked at his wife as though
he would read her very soul.
"Alexandrine ! " he said , hoarsely ,
"you believed this of me ? You deemed
me guilty of the crime of murder , and
yet married me ? "
"Yes , I married you. I was not so
conscientious as your saintly Margaret.
She would not marry a man who had
shed blood even though he had done it
for love of her ! "
Trevlyn caught her arm fiercely.
"Madam , do 3Tou mean to say this
shameful story ever came to the ears
of Margie Harrison ? "
"Yes , she knew it. I told it to her
myself. Kill me if you like , " she add
ed , seeing his fearful face ; "it will not
be your first crime ! "
He forced himself to be calm.
"When did you make this revelation
to Margaret ? "
"The night before she left New York
the night she was to have gone to
the opera with you. I deemed it my
duty. I did not do it to separate you ,
though I am willing to confess I de
sired you to be separated. I knew
that Margaret would sooner die than
marry you , if the knowledge of your
crime was possessed by her. "
"And she Margaret believed me
guilty ? "
"Why should she not ? Any jury of
twelve impartial men would have com
mitted you on the evidence I could have
brought You were in love with Miss
Harrison. She was under a solemn
obligation to marry Mr. Linmere .
yet she loved you. Nothing save
his death could release her. You
were then , at night , in a lonely
graveyard where none of your kin
were slumbering. There , at that hour ,
the murder was done , and after its
commission , you stole forth silently ,
guiltily. By the side of the murdered
man was found your glove , stained with
his blood ; and a little way from his
dead body a handkerchief bearing the
single initial 'A. ' Whose name com
mences with that letter ? Could any
thing be clearer or more conclusive ? "
"And you believe me guilty ? "
" I do. "
He took a step toward her. She
never forgot the dreadful look upon his
face.
"I scorn to make any explanation. I
might , perhaps , clear myself of this
foul accusation , but I will make no effort
;
fort to do so. But not another day will ! i
I live beneath the same roof with the I i
woman who believed me guilty of murder - '
der , and yet sunk herself so low as to
become my wife. "
"As you please. " she said , defiantly.
"I should be quite as happy were it so. "
He bowed coldly , courteously went
out , and closed the door behind him.
The sound struck to the heart of his
wife like a knell. She staggered back ,
and fell upon a chair.
Had she been mad ? She had wound
ed and maddened him beyond all hope
of pardon him , whom in spite of ev
erything , she held more precious than
the whole world ! She had lost his re
spect lost forever all chance of win
ning his love. And she had eagerly
cherished the sweet hope that sometime
he might forget the old dream , and
turn to the new reality. But it was
past !
She went up to ner chamber , and
locking the door , threw herself ,
dressed as she was , on the bed. How.
long must this continue ? How long
would he remain away ? His business
would not , probably , "keep him more
than a few days , and then , surely , he
would return. And she would throw
herself at his feet , acknowledge her
fault and plead yes , beg for his for
giveness. Anything , only to have peace
between them once more !
She could not write to him , for he
had not left his address. The next
morning , she went down to the store ,
but they knew nothing of his destina
tion , or his probable time of absence.
So all she could do was to return home
and wait
A week passed ten days and still
he did not return , and no tidings of
him had reached his agonized wife.
CHAPTER XXI.
( ffiOUIS CASTRANf
/Hl k received one day an
/
jjfjMtr urgent summons to
( f JB \ Boston. It was the
( Elf ll 0s ) wry da > following
lj r = S25' that on which he
% & t $ u * * ad keen an ujnvi1-
j ? iypp ing listener to the
l | § | p2 = J > difficulty between
ff\ Mr. and Mrs. Trev-
§ $ $ ] yn. He knew from
whom the sum
mons came. Once before he had been
suddenly called in like manner.
A wretched woman she was now
but once the belle and beauty of the
fair Cuban town where Castrani's
childhood and youth had been spent.
She had been a beautiful orphan ,
adopted by his parents , , and brought
up almosjt as his sister.
She welcomed him brokenly , her eyes
lighting up with the pleasure of see
ing him and then the light faded
away , leaving her even more ghastly
than before.
"They tell me I am dying , " she said ,
hoarsely. "Do you think so ? "
He smoothed back the hair on the
forehead damp already with the dews
of death. His look assured her better
than the words he could not bring him
self to speak.
"My poor Arabel. "
"Arabel ! Who calls me Arabel ? " she
asked , dreamily. "I have not heard
that name since he spoke it ! What a
sweet voice he had ! O , so sweet ! but
falser than Satan ! 0 , Louis , Louis ! if
we could go hack to the old days
among the orange groves , before I
sinned when we were innocent little
children ! "
"It is all over now , Arabel. You were
tempted ; but God is good to forgive if
repentance is sincere. "
" 0 , I have repented ! I have , indeed !
And 1 have prayed as well as I knew
how. But my crimes are so fearful !
You are sure that Christ is very mer
ciful ? "
"Very merciful , Arabel. "
She clasped her hands , and her pale
lips moved in prayer , though there
was no audible word.
"Let me hold your hand , Louis. It
gives me strength. And you were al
ways a friend , so true and steadfast.
How happy we were in these dear old
days you , and Inez and I ! Ah. Inez-
Inez ! She died in her sweet innocence ,
loving and beloved died by violence ;
but she never lived to suffer from the
falsity of those she loved ! Well , she
is in paradise God rest her ! "
The dark eyes of Castrani grew
moist. There arose before him a picture
of the fair young girl he had loved
the gentle-eyed Inez the confiding
young thing he was to have married ,
had not the hand of a cruel jealousy cut
short her brief existence. Arabel saw
his emotion , and pressed his hand in
hers , sc ccld and icy.
"You have suffered also. Louis , but
not as I have suffered 0. no ! 0 , the
days before he came he , the destroyer !
What a handsome face he had , and how
he flattered me ! Flattered my foolish
pride , until , deserting home and
friends , I fled with him across the
seas ! To Paris beautiful , frivilous.
crime-imbued Faris. I am so faint and
tired , Louis ! Give me a drink from the
wineglass. "
He put it to her lips ; she swallowed
greedily , and resumed :
"I have written out my history fully.
Why , I hardly know , for there are none
but you , Louis , who will feel an inter
est in the poor outcast. But something
has impelled me to write it , and when I
am dead you will find it there in tnat
desk , sealed and directed to yourself.
Maybe you will never open it , for if my
strength does not desert me , I shall tell
you all that you will care to know , with
my own lips. I want to watch your
face as I go on , and see if you condemn
me. You are sure God is more merci
ful than man ? "
'
"In His vvo rd it is written , AraheL"
• to iir : rnN-riN'UEn.i
The TTlioHToachztifr of Ufe.
The whole teaching of hi3 life , in
deed , is to leave us free and to make
Uo reasonable , and the supreme lesson
of his life is voluntary brotherhood ,
fraternity. If you will do something
for another , If you will help him or
serve him , you will at once begin to
leve him. I know there are some casu
ists who distinguish here , and say that
you may love such an one , and that , in
fact , you must love every one ; but that
you are not expected to like every one.
This , however , seems to be a distinction
without a difference. If you do netlike
like a person you do not love him ,
and if you do not love him you loathe
him. The curious thing in doing kind
ness is that it makes you love people
even in this sublimated tense of liking
When you love another you have made
him your brother : and by the same
means you can be a brother to all men.
Pulpit Jn it Kicht. f3
In e very handsome little church , not
200 miles from Indianapolis , the read
ing platform is adorned by a remarka
bly beautiful pulpit , flanked by equally
decorative chairs. The artistic oaken
pulpit , hand carved in passion fiow-
ers and lilies , and bordered with
trefoil , is almost the "graven image"
in the eyes of the association of
church women who earned and pur
chased the pulpit furnishings when the
edifice was built. Recently a new min
ister came into charge of the congre
gation. He was a little fellow , and
one day casually remarked to one of his
feminine church members : "Mrs.
Badger , that pulpit is entirely too high
for me ; think it had better be cut down
a trifle. " "Cut down ? " the horrified
woman exclaimed. "Cut that pulpit
down ? No , indeed ; it would ruin it ;
it would be much easier to get a taller
preacher. " .
THE GOOD OLD DAYS.
Two Old Gentlemen Get Together and
Swap Storlra.
"Oh , yes , I played in those days ,
Baseball was baseball then , " and the
old gentleman sighed over what he regarded -
garded as the decadence of the great
national game , says the Detroit Free
Press. "Now they get nine men to
gether and make a machine of them.
The whole thing is nothing more nor
less than an animated mechanism.
Then we had a live ball and I used to
swing a hickory bat pretty nearly ns
long as a rake handle. Yon can imag
ine what came off when I made a hit.
The crowd would hear something like
the shriek of a shell and then the um
pire would toss out a new ball while
I chased two or three ruhs in ahead of
me. Now , just to illustrate , " and the
retired veteran of the diamond began
making a diagram while his hearers
grouped about him. "Here's where we
played at New Castle , Pa. , with th'i
old Neshannocks. Charley Bennett
was catching. Here runs the Ohio
river , way up in the rear of the
grounds , which lay open to the high
bluff which marks the bank. Now ,
Bennett was doing some mighty batting -
ting and a fellow from a college nine
was giving him a tight race. Each one
of them rolled a ball over the bluff
and I began to fear for my laurels.
But the third time up I saw one coming -
ing that just suited. I settled well on
my feet , concentrated all my strength
for one supreme effort , swung old
hickorj- and when the ball quit going
it struck water half way across the
river. Why , they stopped the game to
try and take measurements , while pro
fessional managers were offering me
all kinds of money. I was the hero of
the hour , the king of batters , the
hello , there , Judkin ; delighted to see
you. It's more than twenty years "
"Yes , the last time we met was at the
game you just described. "
The old gentleman turned a little
white about the mouth but rallied with
infinite generalship. "Yes , of course ,
you were there , and it was a day of
miracles , for you went down to the
river and caught a ten-pound bass that
was served that night at the hotel. "
What fisherman could resist such a
temptation with the beautiful lie all
framed for him ?
Judkin flushed and inflated with
pride. The two jolly rogues went out
together. Before the evening was
over that ball had been knocked nearly
a quarter of a mile into the country
beyond the river and that has was fif
teen pounds strong.
Extraordinary Drinks.
Of the many extraordinary drinks
regularly consumed the blood of live
horses may be considered the most so.
Marco Polo and Carpini were the first
to tell the world of the practice of the
Tartars and Mongols opening the vein
in their horses' necks , taking a drink
and closing the wound again. As far
as can be seen this has been the prac
tice from time immemorial. There is
a wine habitually consumed in China
which is made from the flesh of lambs
i educed to paste with milk or bruised
into pulp with rice and then fermented.
It is extremely strong and nutritious
and powerfully stimulating to the
physical organism. The Laplanders
drink a great deal of smoked snow
water and one of the national drinks
of the Tonquinese is arrack flavored
with chickens' blood. The list would
scarcely be complete without the men
tion of absinthe , which may be called
the national spirituous drink of
France. It is a horrible compound of
alcohol , anise , coriander , fennel , worm
wood , indigo and sulphate of copper.
It is strong , nasty and a moral and
physical poison.
Two Kinds of Conrtesy.
He was immaculate as to externals ,
and he was coming down Fifth avenue.
She was a charming bit of feminin
ity as New York can offer which is
saying a great deal. Delicate , dainty ,
trim.
trim.He
He was smoking a cigarette that ,
judging by the smoke of it , had come
from Russia. When they met he took
his hat off lazily. Talking to her in a
tone of condescension , he puffed the
blue smoke out constantly , the cigar
ette never reaving his lips.
He was standing on the corner of
Bleecker street , where the Italians
live. He had on the coarsest clothes ,
his face was grimy. In his mouth
was a dirty clay pipe.
An old woman , shabby and shaky ,
came up and asked him how to get to
Canal street.
The minute the man became aware
the old lady was addressing him he
whipped the pipe out of his mouth.
As long as he spoke to her he held
the clay behind him , his hand closed
over it. New Yorii Journal.
An Aced Canary.
Mrs. L. A. McGrath , of South Wood
stock , Vt , is the owner of a singing
canary 21 years old , which has sung
all its life and now , though so infirm
from age that it cannot reach its perch
or sit on it when placed there , it sits
en the floor of the cage and pours out
the clear , sweet strains of song from
morning until night.
Heri ' a Rrmarkuble Man.
A horse dealer in West Woodstock ,
Vt , has owned 425 horses during his
life and has never told a lie about a
horse. One man who dealt with him
was so impressed with this remarkable - !
ble fact that he recently gave him a
hatchet.
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Abont the ATcraje Ace of It.
Mr. 0. S. Gray , of Hampden , Geauga
county , Ohio , has a cake of Maple
sugar made in the spring of 1S56 just
forty years ago. It is as sweet and
good as ever. I i
| I Not ns a Jim Dundy ,
t A young man in Jlhode Island writes
J ns that he is going to take in the ( 'reat
west this summer and that this town
j is on his list , providing we think itsafo'
; I for hira to show up here m a plujr hat ,
J red necktie and rnsset shoes. If that' 1
J ; is the rig he intends to don when be
j visits us , he'd better not come. This is' 1
j l a growing town a healthy town a
town which is bound to boom and become - '
come a second Chicago , but it is no
place for Jim Dandies not yet. Fifty
years hence a man can put on link cirff
buttons and yaller kid gloves and stalk
up and down and swing1 a goidheaded
caue. but such a thing1 now well !
Pass onr town by , young man. Don't
come within fifty miles of it !
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Attention of the reader is called to
the announcement of Notre Dame uni
versity in another column of this pa
per. This noted institution of learn
ing enters upon its fifth-third year
with the next session , commencing
Sept. 8 , 1SKG. Parents and guardians
contemplating sending their boys and
yor.njr men away from home to school
: would do well to write for particulars
to the University of Norte Dame Indi
ana ; , before making arrangements for
their education elsewhere. Nowhere
in this broad land are there to be
found better facilities for cultivating
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