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1. Jf " 5 iZ :.3i' jT77 t-hSr', rv ' cf T A CHAPTER XXVII. Continued. Madame de Varnier seated herself la the shadow, so that she would not at once confront Helena as she en tered. Her jeweled fingers touched her hair lightly; her pose suggested the languid indifference of a woman of the world who awaits the entrance of a caller. Mercy and tenderness and womanly pity were denied this beauti ful animal at her birth. Or these di vine qualities had been fiercely crushed by fanatic zeal. I paced to and fro in an agony of rage and pity; and this Medusa fol lowed my every movement with her cruel, mocking smile. The woman whom I had hoped to save from suffering, yes, the woman I loved, was coming to this chamber of horror. She was coming, radiant with hope. Happiness awaited her, she thought the caresses of a loved brother, repentant of his momentary folly. And. perhaps, her heart was beating high with gratitude to me to the man whoshe thought had made this much wished-for reconciliation possible. Black despair awaited her in the little oratory yonder. She was to be tortured with a dilemma as cruel as ever racked the heart of woman. But her decision I could not doubt I had a proud faith in this lady who had bent me into the lists to fight for her. When first I had seen her on the terrace of the hotel at Lucerne it seemed ages ago, instead of days I remembered how her clear gaze had thrilled me. The calm, unwavering look of her gray eyes was truth itself. i had thought. A lie was not possible lor her not even a lie to be spoken by another for her sake. But with what abhorrence would she regard me! Had I not been drawn in the subtle web of this Circe's net. the dilemma at least would not exist for her. But if the dilemma did not evist. Sir Mortimer's dishonor would still be a terrible reality. After all. the curtain had not fallen yet. Helena and I were both puppets in the hands of capricious Fortune. It was she who held the balances; or, rather a just God whose wheels may turn .slowly, but sooner or later He sees th'.t justice is done. I had left the door slightly ajar. It was pushed open with a brusque sud denness that startled. The servant must have known the tragedy that awaited the woman he was conducting here. With a Frencbman'slove of the dramatic, he ushered her in with pompous ceremony, and stood waiting expectantly. As I closed the door roughly on him, Helena saw me. Madame de Varnier, seated in the shadow, she had not yet seen. 1 scanned her face closely. I saw that not hope nor the expectancy of a happy meeting with her brother was her dominant emotion. Eager she was. but it was the eagerness of anx iety, and not of hope. Her quiet as surance came from courage and self control. Her brother had disappeared mysteriously; Captain Forbes had been the ictim of a trick; she had put her faith in one who was almost a stran ger to her; and now she had ventured to the 'chateau alone. Even a man might have hesitated. But when I stood before her, I was touched to see how she leaned on me, who had twice failed her. "My brother?" she whispered. Once before she had wrung from me the bitter truth. Now, as then, a certain courage came from her pres ence. Her own scorn of weakness and subterfuge supported me. I answered her simply, as I knew she would have me answer the direct, stern truth: "Your brother is dead. Miss Brett." There followed a silence so intense that I could hear quite distinctly the river Aare beating against the chateau walls. With the curious irrelevance that comes so often in moments of tense anxiety I thought it strange that Captain Forbes had not given some sign of his presence In his prison dur ing the past half hour. Helena leaned toward me, frowning slightly as If in perplexity. "Dead, did you say? Not dead!" I repeated the words; unconscious ly I spoke a little louder. The scene seemed unreal, theatric Again the irrelevant thought intruded, how, when a boy, I used to wonder if all the things that had hitherto happened in my life all my existence were not one long dream; a dream from which I should awake presently, to find my self living a life utterly different. "It seems, sir," she faltered, "that your mission is always to bring bad tidings. It was only the other day yon told me that the man who loved me had died. Now it is to tell me that the brother I loved so much is dead." She smiled pitifully, a curiously twisted smile that expressed her suf fering more than any. tears. No re proaches could have troubled me as did that pathetic smile. I turned ab ruptly to Madame de Varnier, whom she had not yet seen. My rage and pity overcome my reason. I might have appealed to a heathen idol sitting in grotesque majesty m its temple of gloom with as little effect. "You are a woman. You must have a woman's heart; you must feel sore temierness for others in their griet. You have told me that" your life has been one of suffering; then have mercy for this girl who is suffering. You will not torture her further. You will leave to her the only comfort that remains for her, the proud memory of a brother who served his country with honor." "It is for you to do that, monsieur." She spoke with assumed indifference, fingering the cross that hung from her neck. '"Mr. Haddon," said Helena proudly, "you will make no appeal to Madame de Varnier to spare me from suffering. Where is my brother? I suppose that there is no one here who will deny me my right to see him?" The two women faced each other. "Death is sometimes not the worst calamity that may befall one, madam." At these ominous words Helena turned to me with a gesture of pain. Her courage faltered, though she fought for her control before the wom an whom she hated so bitterly. "Death is not the worst calamity?" She repeated the words slowly, as if seeking their hidden meaning. "Ah, this infamous woman, who dragged down my brother to disgrace when he lived, will not spare even his memory. She threatens to make his shameeven more' public than it is." "Your champion has it in his power to prevent that." suggested Madame de Varnier softly. Helena turned on her with horror. "It is incredible that you should make traffic of a man's love." "To me the love of a man like Sir Mortimer Brett would have been a glory, not a disgrace."- returned the adventuress calmly. "But there was no love between Sir Mortimer Brett and myself in the sense you mean. Whatever feeling your brother had for me was controlled. Yes, and I tempted him. In that regard his honor is stain less." Motionless, each looked into the oth er's eyes. "And yet you said there is a calam- ig!!!t! m0- JO,, Your Brother Is ity worse than death?" Helena ques tioned, torn between hope and fear. "And I say It again. Dishonor is worse than death." Helena turned to me, dazed and ap pealing, a trembling hand drawn slow ly across her forehead. "You are silent What do those ex traordinary words mean?" I hesitated. "It is said this woman says but it is false. Do not believe her.", I cried desperately at length. "He has not the courage to tell the truth," cried Madame de Varnier, walking slowly toward Helena, who shrank back. "Your brother is known to be guilty of taking bribes." "You are right not to believe that, Mr. Haddon," she said scornfully, and sighed her relief. "There are proofs to convince the most skeptical, even you," insisted her tormentor with savage emphasis. "What you say is impossible. Where is my brother, Mr. Haddon?" I pointed silently to the oratory. Helena turned to go thither, but Madame de Varnier barred her en trance. "Ah, you are afraid!" she cried, standing at the door of the oratory with extended arms. "You dare not face the truth. Listen, madam; the proofs of your brother's guilt are not imaginary. They exist in his own writing. Not one signature which may be forged: there are whole pages. You listen now; you will tremble before I have finished. At present there is no one who has seen these proofs except myself. But dare to doubt me. to ignore these proofs, and they shall be for the whole world to read. Do you hear? I say for the whole world; and Russia would give me any sum I chose to ask for those papers. Do you hate me so much, and scorn me so bitterly, that you prefer to see your brother's name held up as a byword for Eu rope's contempt? You disdain to think it possible that my charge be true. Then what have you to fear? There is no one who can more surely identify your brother's writing than yourself. Which will you choose? It is for you to say. Will you consent to see these papers now, or am I to sell them to the embassies of Russia or Austria?" The two women measured each other in a long silence. -I watched the duel from the open window where I 41 stood. Madame de Varnier's threat was a terrible one- It was the fierce pleading of a desperate and unscrupu lous adventuress striving frantically to move the lofty trust of a sister in a brother's rectitude and honor. I had faith in the courage and nobility of soul of Helena. I believed that she would face shame and unhappiness with calm resolution. But I could not wonder that Madame de Vernier's menace made her hesitate. - The slow seconds passed, and still they faced each other In silence. That long silence seemed to me ominous. I suffered with Helena in the anguish of her decision. To yield would be to doubt. But if she refused to yield, to doubt And if this woman spoke the truth, and made good her threat For herself she would endure everything rather than compromise with this betrayer of men's honor. But there was the mother to be thought of. She had decided. She raised her hands slowly in a gesture that pathet ically showed her submission. Madame de Varnier had conquered so far. "Do not think I doubt because I consent" She turned to where I stood. "But if this woman is sincere, and be lieves that these proofs exist, others will believe it too. There is no for gery so clever that I should not de tect it My brother's handwriting was peculiar. His honor must not be ques tioned because of a clever trick. Come, I will see those papers." Madame de Varnier glided across the bare room and struck the heavy door of the little chamber she had already pointed out to me as contain ing the safe. To my surprise the door had not been locked. It opened pon derously, and I saw the gleam of the safe. She stood at the doorway and beckoned to Helena. "Come, madam, or are you afraid to trust yourself in the room alone with me?" "Has Mr. Haddon already seen these papers that he is not to come?" "Mr. Haddon has seen copies of the original papers in the safe," returned Madame de Varnier in triumph. "He Dead, Miss Brett" was so convinced of your brother's guilt that he destroyed these copies. You will not be surprised then if I re fuse to trust him with the precious originals." I attempted no expostulation. I knew the uselessness of that, and we had agreed that Helena was to decide for herself. I had faith enough in her not to doubt her ultimate decision. "I will see these papers with you alone," said Helena quietly. "Ana you will give me your word of honor that you will not follow the ex ample of Mr. Haddon in attempting to destroy them?" "My word of honor!" cried Helena with bitterness. "Would you believe that if you think my brother guilty of dishonor?" "I should believe it," answered Ma dame de Varnier. "Then I give It to you." She walked to the room with a firm step, passing me where I stood. "Be brave," I whispered. "Be on your guard. Refuse to believe that your brother is guilty, no matter what specious proofs this woman may show WMMMMWWMWWWWWWWWWyWMMMMWyWWMMWMMWWWWWMWWWWWWWWWWWMMA Making Life Some Golden Rules Laid Down by Right Thinking Woman. To be happy, hopeful, buoyant .kind, loving from the very depths of my heart; considerate and thoughtful re garding the peculiarities and eccen tricities "of human nature, adjusting myself to each so as to produce har mony and not friction; to be pure in word, thought and deed; broad minded and liberal, not given to petty denunciation of my fellows; moderate in methods of life; never adding a burden or sorrow where a little fore thought would give pleasure; not hasty in speech or action; sincere, candid and truthful in every detail; conscientious in the execution of every duty; composed, unpretentious and simple, keeping close to nature's heart and always relying upon Him I most earnestly strive to serve; keep you. It is simply impossible that he be snilty." "Why do you say that?" Her eyes were very wistful.. . & !Because," I Ioqked at;her,8teadlly, "I know how. impossible it would be for the sister." , "Your faith strengthens mine." She entered the room, passing by Madame de Varnier at the threshold. "An revoir. Ml Coward!" the woman cried tauntingly, and the key tamed in the door.t t CHAPTER XXVIII. "Coward!" I heard a clock in the village strike the hour. It was six. " The chateau walls cast a long shadow on the oppo site bank of the river. The mountains in the far distance werevpurple and red in the evening light: The long day was coming swiftly to an end; and the night was mysterious with its promise of despair. This tower of the three rooms! Two of these rooms held their tragedies. What if the third room had its tra gedy likewise! I struck sharply the door of that room in which Madame de Varnier had said that Captain Forbes was im prisoned. I listened; there was no answer. I called the name of the king's messenger aloud; still there was no answer. Soon the moon would rise, and its cold rays might fall-on the lifeless body of Forbes; for if all were well, why should there be this ominous quiet? " The suspense was unendurable. I listened at the door of -the room that concealed the two women. I heard the murmer of voices. That reassured me so far as Helena's safety was con cerned; but it made me absolutely certain that Captain Forbes must have heard my voice if he were living, and in that room. And when the two women came out? I shrank from that coming with dread. I had told Helena to be brave, to ignore the evidence of her own sight But I had been shaken in my own belief as to Sir Mortimer's inno cence. Surely her faith would be greater than mine; but the evidence seemed so overwhelmingly against Sir Mortimer, if Sir Mortimer's letters and notes were genuine. At any rate the woman "I loved must hold a bitter cup to her blanched lips; it must be emptied to the very dregs. Her suffer ing was inevitable, whether she be lieved her brother innocent or guilty. I could not doubt that she would refuse to purchase the silence of Madame de Varnier at the cost of fur ther dishonor, even though I were chiefly to bear that myself. But if she demanded that?. Was I strong enough to resist her tears? I must be. My reason told me of the folly of Madame de Varnier's plan., But if I yielded weakly presently, and the ruse actually succeeded, I knew that the hypocrisy of the act would become more and more dreadful to Helena with the coming years. No; if in that supreme ecstacy of .her agony she should entreat me, I must still refuse. I must decide for her, even though she thought my own cowardice re sponsible for that refusal. Coward! How that word beat a devil's tattoo on my excited brain. It had been the keynote to all my suffer ing, and to all my joy. Willoughby had died uttering it; Helena had echoed it in thought; and Madame de Varnier had spoken it again and again in her fierce contempt during the past hour. Yes, it was the keynote of my suffering and my joy. It was the motif that obtruded again and again in the stormy music of these past hours. It was a baneful talisman, a watch word. Its letters seemed to have al most a magic potency. It was a coun tersign that opened for me the gates of paradise and hell. A talisman! A watchword! A coun tersign! Suddenly I saw the word C-O-W-A-R-D written in. flaming let ters. They revolved furiousiy. They danced before my vision. This was sheer madness this im posible conjecture. I reasoned the un reasoning impulse to hope against hope. But the forlorn, desperate pos sibility fought obstinately for recog nition. It held me with all the damn ing power of a hallucination. And then suddenly it became a con viction. It was no longer an impossi ble hope, not even an intuition. It be came an absolute belief, a certainty. And this was the reason for my be lief: - 3 Whenever Madame de Varnier had mentioned the safe she had called me coward. C-O-W-A-R-D ! That was the combination of the safe. At last a door opened. Helena made her way, toward me with uncertain steps, her hands held out before her, as one groping in the dark. Her splen did fearlessness was gone. She look ed at me with the wild eyes of a wounded animal vainly seeking a way of escape. As she reached my side her hands were still held out as if for protection. I grasped them firmly, but I did not speak. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Worth Living ing ever before me that exemplary life as my rule of conduct toward men, thus creating an influence for J good. This is my idea of making "life worth living." Louise M. Wad dell in The Nurse. Professional Secrecy. Twenty or 30 years ago Dr. Meigs and his old mare Peggy, were familiar figures in"berby Line, Vt, and the sur rounding country. The doctor was very brusque in manner, and disliked being questioned concerning his patients. One day a farmer was taken sick and Dr. M. sent for. 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Wearing Widow's Weeds, Obedient Relict Again Becomes a Bride. Philadelphia. Fulfilling a deathbed promise to her husband, nine months ago, that she would marry his chum, Mrs. Maria Di Cicco, 23 years old, of South Sixth street, has become the wife of Antonio Di Mattio, in the home in which her former husband died. The late husband of Mrs. Di Cicco and Di Mattio were playmates in Naples, and one day the latter saved Di Cicco from drowning in the bay. Di Cicco never forgot the brave deed,, and even after coming to this country and marrying he kept up a correspond ence with his boyhood chum. When DI Mattio came to this city Di Cicco insisted that he make his home with himself and wife. Then Di Cicco contracted tubercu losis, and .although everything was done to save his life, he rapidly wasted away. When he saw that death was near he called his young wife and Di Mattio to his bedside and made them promise to wed each other at the ex piration of nine months after his death. They ' agreed and Di Cicco died happy. The bride was attired In the black dress which she wore at her husband's funeral, and despite the occasion, re laxed none of the literal or figurative mourning, which she has expressed continually for DI Cicco since his death. - She makes no pretense of lov ing her new husband, but frankly states that she is simply fulfilling her former companion's wishes. Di Mat tio, on the other hand, states that he has always loved his new wife. Boston's Woman Guide. Boston Is said to have the only wom an guide In the United States' to places of historic interest She has equipped herself with so much useful informa tion that she believes herself to be able to answer any reasonable ques tion about Boston. Her specialty Is taking about parties of women, teach ers and school children. Though an unusual thing in thistcountry, woman guides are to be found in foreign cities; a number earn their living by showing visitors about London. $8,000,000 on Office Walls. Kansas City, Mo. The wall paper ia the offices of a commission com pany st the stockyards exchange in Kansas City represents an outlay of $8,000,000. This remarkable wall pa per is made up of canceled checks. There is no check-on the wall that rep resents less than $1,000. The largest Is for $30,000. Last of the Remains of Standing Timber in Doug las County, Wis., to Be Cut Minneapolis. Preparations are be ing made this summer for logging the last of the standing pine timber in Douglas county, Wisconsin. The tim ber is owned by a Chicago lumber company and is southeast of Dedham. The estimated amount of timber left is 300,000 feet It will be shipped to Hayward, Wis., to be sawed. . The forests of Michigan, Wisconsin and Minnesota originally contained about 400,000,000,000 feet Lumbering began in Michigan and Wisconsin dur ing the '30s and was of small import ance until the early '70s, when the vast untimbered plains west of the Mississippi began to throng with im migration. In 1873 the cut was about 4,000,000.000 feet It reached the high water mark in 1892, when it was over 8,500,000.000 feet Since then it has fallen steadily and In 1906 was a little over 3,000,000,000 feet To the enormous total of about 200, on His Vacation Roosevelt taken at his summer home at duce the government to back him up and protect his property rights when he does begin mining opera tions. ' Wright is going to Washington, but the success of his mission is open to doubt, for the constitution expressly prohibits interference with religious liberty, and it is exactly that which stands between Wright and the little pimple on the face of the earth which he is certain will make him a rival of Midases of Montana and Nevada some day. It is fung sui, the ancestor worship of the Chinese, that has stayed his hand and kept him tied up in a ship yard in Shanghai, while his mountain American Contrivance in Central Asia ' . j. . .v -ft SBBBBbSBBBBBBBBBm - ""--t ';.- r'Msfsfsfsfsi ;,oi''''-. 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Pen sis alleges that last May the defend ant, John Spreutels, who was in sore need of a leg. asked for the loan of $45 with which to provide an artificial sub stitute. The money was given, and in return a promise exacted from Spreu tels that -when fully equipped he would repay the loan In labor to be Pine Forest. 000,000,000 feet cut in the. last thirty years must be added about 3,000,000, 000 feet of laths, shingle and minor products, making a total of 130,000. 000.000 feet Fifty billion feet probab ly were cut prior to 1873, which would bring the total product of the lake states to about 280.000,000.000 feet. Almost a Habit "You know that a number of emi nent scientists believe in spiritual ism." "Yes," answered the materialistic person, "but it isn't the first time that eminent scientists have believed in things that were mighty hard to prove." At Newport. "How did your al fresco luncheon go?" "It would have been a great success if Chawlie Coddle hadn't spoiled it" "Bear me! How did he do that?" "By dropping out of bis balloon and aUgfrHng on the gleans white with virgin wealth soatewaere within 16 idles of the span towering above the harhor. Just where It Is Wright, of come, will not say until he Is sure his Uncle Samuel will help hist keep the Chinese off. for fung sal. Wright be lieves, would 'be a cosily adjunct of mining. All these years he has kept his prospect a secret because if he re vealed it every mandarin in the dis trict wbald at once stop the digging on the ground that the steam shovels sad 'blasts were harrowing the souls of his forefathers, and demand per sonal injury damages. "Those yellow grafters make your San Francisco brand second rate." said Wright "They would hold me off until I paid for every alleged pain my giant powder shot through the wraiths that inhabit the underground about my mountain. "Probably it would cost me half of what's in that hill for the mandarins alae. and when it comes to grafting the coolies are as expert and insatia ble as your supervisors, who. .1 am told, take anything from dollars to beer checks or doughnuts. Their fung sui would take what was left, and I wouldn't get anything for the 30 years' guard I've kept on that hill." Wright says he discovered the ore leads while on a trip Into the Interior just after he had been sent by a Phil adelphia firm to superintend some ma chine work in the Chinese port He remained there so as not to let the mountain get away. When he arrives in Washington he will tell Secretary Root about bis find and ask him to in duce the empress dowager or some of the yamens to guarantee that the ghosts of ancient grafters will not feel more than say $50,000 worth of pain. Larry's Wish. It was a sultry afternoon in mid summer and Larry was perspiring and laying gas pipe in the blistering trench. In a nearby tree a little bird was caroling forth, shielded by the cool branches. "Sure," exclaimed Lar ry, as he halted a moment to remove the big beads with a red handkerchief, "'tis an unjust wur-ruld. I wish I was that bur-rud." "And why do you wish you were that bird?" asked the inter ested policeman. Larry blinked at the blazing sun and smiled grimly. "Be cause, me bhoy. such a day as this tit is better to pipe a lay than ut is to lay a pipe." performed for his benefactor st the rate of $20 a month. The deal was made. The money was turned over for the purchase of the leg and the addition made to Spreu tel's anatomy. All went well for a time, and then, the complaint says, the defendant in the present action be came dissatisfied. Soon he left his em ployer, taking both legs with him. Now Pensis wants his money, and failing to get that, demands that he be given the care and custody of the artificial leg until such time as Spreu tels is prepared to produce the balance of the loan held to be still unpaid. Golf Playing in England. England has 2,000 golf clubs with 300,000 members who use 500,000 golf balls per week and walk over the links about 250.000,000 miles per year. BIG DEMAND FOR "HORSE BOOK. Million Copies of Famous Volume Printed by Government Washington. Uncle Sam is a suc cessful publisher, He issues annually the "horse book," which has an enor mous circulation. Over a million copies of the book ha7e been printed, and still the public demand for it is not satisfied. Another-edition of 250, 000 copies of this famous volume, the full title of which is "Special Dis eases of the Korse," has just been or dered. This makes over a. million cop ies ordered, but before the demand is supplied these will be exhausted and congressmen will find it necessary to go down in their pockets to have copies of the book printed for con stituents after using their congres sional quota. An idea of the magnitude of the work may be formed from the statement that the first edition of 361. 000 copies if laid end to end would cover s space fifty miles long, and If piled up flatwise would make 108 piles ss high as the Washington ssoauawat. u , SjS'j, a . -J-. r?. w. . .. -.V-V".. in.-... xrL- t v--S'- .---6'-VrtHtVb.,- . i.c