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(Copyright, ir.2. by McClure. rhllllps & Co.)
CHAPTER XXXI.
As Farrell bad suggested, Crane sought
him at bis office the next day at 10 o'clock.
Farrell and his clerk were busy planning
an enterprising campaign, commercial,
against the men who bad faith in fast
horses, for the coming week at Sheepsbcad
Bay.
"Ah!" the bookmaker exclaimed when
Crane entered, "you want that badge num
ber. Hagen, get the beUlng sheet for tho
second last day at Gravesend, and look
up the bet of $1,000 we roped In over Mr.
Crane's horse. I want the badge number;
we want to locate the man that parted I
wish there had been more like him."
"Do you mean Billy Cass?" queried the
clerk. '
"Who the devil's Billy Case?"
"Why, the stiff that played the Dutch
man for a thou'."
"You knew him?" This query from Far
rell. "Sure thing. He's a reg'lar. Vied to bet
in Mullen's book last year when I penciled
for him."
The clerk had brought betting' sheet by
this time, end ran his finger down a long
row of figures.
"That's the bet. A thousand calls three
on the Dutchman. His badge number was
11,785. Yes, that's the bet; I remember
Billy Caes takln' It. You see," be con
tinued, explanatory of his vivid memory,
"he's generally a picker plays a long shot
an' his limit's 320; so, when he comes
next a favorite that day with a cool thou'
it give me stoppage of the heart. D d
if I didn't get cold feet. Bet yer life It
wasn't Billy's money not a plunk of It;
he had worked an angel, an' was playtn'
the farmer's stuff for him."
"Are you sure, Mr. Hagen did you know
the man?"
"Know him? All the way; tall, slim, blue
eyes, light mustache, hand like a woman."
"That's the man," affirmed Farrell;
"that's the man, I saw him yesterday."
Crane stared. For once in his .life the
confusion of an unexpected event momen
tarily unsettled him.
"I thought you Identified which man In
the bank did you mean?"
'I saw three; a short, dark, hairless kid1
Alan Porter mentally tlolroA fr r
. ... v , . . ...
a tall, dark, heavy-shouldered chap, that.
Judged by bis mug, would have made a fair
record as a flghtln' man '
"Was not that the man you Identified as
having made the bet?" Interrupted Crane,
taking a step forward In his Intense eager
ness.
"Not on your life; It was the slippery-
looking cove with fishy eyes."
"Cass," muttered Crane to himself, "but
that's Impossible Cass never left the bank
that day; there's some devilish queer mis
take here."
But the name Cass was ringing In his
ears.
Farrell had Identified David Cass In the
bank as the man who had bet with htm
and the clerk asserted that one Billy Cass
had made the same bet. Hagen's descrlp
tlon of Billy Cass fitted David Cass In a
general way. Again, the badge number
11,785, was not Mortimer's number as
registered in Faust's book
The next move was to trace back through
Billy Cass the man who had delivered to
him the stolen money. There was still a
chance that Mortimer, unfamiliar with bet
ting, and possibly knowing of Billy Cass
through his brother In the bank it they
were brothers had used this practical
racing man as a commission agent. That
seemed the most plausible deduction. It
was practically Impossible that David Cass
could have got possession of the bill, for
It was locked In a compartment, of which
Mortimer had the key. Mortimer had ad
mttted that the keys were not out of his
possession.
Sitting In his own chamber, he once more
went over, bit by bit. the whole extraordi
nary entanglement. Mistaken, as It was,
Farrell's Identification at Brookfleld must
have strongly affected the mind of Allls
Porter. At the time Crane had played an
honest part In recounting It to the girl.
He had firmly believed, owing to his
ambiguous report, that Farrell had meant
Mortimer; In fact, Cass had not entered
his mind at all. Even yet. Mortimer might
be the guilty man, probably was. Why
should, he. Crane, pursue this Investigation
that might turn, boomerang-like, and act
disastrously? Mortimer was either a thief
or a hero, there could be no question about
that. As a hero, in this case, he was
pretty much of a fool In Crane's eyes, but
Allis Porter would not look upon It in
that light. She would deify him. Crane
would commit diplomatic suicide In de
veloping Mortimer's Innocence.
He could adopt one of the two plans to
get at the truth. He could trace out Billy
Cass and extort from him the name of his
principal, but If startled the latter might
refuse to divulge anything. ' Police pres
sure meant publicity. There was a better
plan Crane always found a better plan In
everything. If David Cass had atolen the
money, he must have sent It to his brother.
It that (act were established It would show
a conneotlon between the two.
That afternoon Crane took a train to
Brookfleld.
A visit to the village postofflce disclosed
a hidden Jewel. As far as Crane was con
cerned the (ate of the two men was con
tained in an Innocent looking entry in the
postmaster's records. It was easy for him
to obtain all the Information he required;
the postmaster, with little hesitation, al
lowed him, sub rosa, to delve into official
secrets.
He learned that David Cass had sent a
letter, with a special delivery stamp on
it. to William Cass In New York, at 3.-30
p. m. on June 13.
David Cass, the unsuspected, was the
thief. Mortimer, condemned, having re
stored the money having taken upon him
self with almost silent resignation the dis
grace, was Innocent. And all this knowl
edge was In Crane's possession alone, to use
as he wished. The fate of his rival was
,ven luto nl han1"' nd ne turned down
his thumb so. better for Mortimer that he
had been torn by wild beasts in a Roman
arena, than to be cast good name and all
to the wolves of righteous humanity.
As a dog carries home a bone, too large
for immediate consumption. Crane took
back this new finding to his den of solitude
In N.w York.
At t o'clock he turned tbe key In his
door, and, arm in arm with his now con
stant companion, walked fitfully up and
down the floor. Sometimes he sat in a big
chair that beckoned to him for God's sake
to rest; sometimes he raced with awift
speed; once he threw himself upon his bed,
and lay there, staring wide-eyed at the cell
ing for hours. What mockery! Hours! On
the mantlepiece a clock told him that he
had ceased his stride for a bare five min
utes
Without decision he had flung himself
down; his mind, tortured In Its perplexity.
was unequal to the task of guiding hjm. So
wearied he should have slept (or hours, but,
as the first gUnt of sunlight cam through
the uncurtained window, be sprang from his
couch with the call of an uncompleted
something In his ears.
But calmness had come to htm. It seemed
as though In his sleep the question of
right or wrong had been settled. He tried
to remember how he had come to the con
clusion that was alone in his rested mind.
It must have been before he slept, though
his memory failed him, for, as he slum
bered, Allls Torter had come, with the big
gray eyes full of tears, and asked him
once again to spare Mortimer humiliation
for her sake. And he had answered, "He is
innocent." Ood! he remembered it, even
now it seemed to thrill through his frame;
she had bent over him and kissed h,lm on
the forehead. Yes. that was what had
wakened him.
What foolish things dreams weret In his
dream he had won Just a kiss, and had paid
the price of his love, snd now waking, and
In the calm of a conflict passed, he had
won over the demon that had tempted him
ith the perfume of lilacs. He had striven
to the point when further strife became a
crime; he had lost. But he would prove
himself a good loser.
CHAPTER XXXII.
That day he took once more a Journey to
Brookfleld, went to the hotel, secured an
"I
THE DEVIL, VOICES SAID,
Isolated sitting room upstairs and, with this
as a hall of Justice, followed out with his
usual carefulness a plan he had conceived.
First he wrote a brief note to Allls Por
ter asking her to come In and see him at
once. One line he wrote made certain the
girl's coming: "I have important news to
communicate concerning Mr. Mortimer."
Then he sent the note oft with a man In the
buggy.
Next he dispatched a messenger' for David
Cass. He pulled out his watch and looked
at It. It was 3 o'clock. "I think 6 will do,"
he muttered; "it should be all over by that
time."
Another note addressed to Mortimer, ask
ing him to call at tbe hotel at S o'clock,
went forth.
David Cass came, treading on the heels of
a much-whiskered hostler who had sum
moned him.
"You sent for me, sir?" he asked of
Crane. It may have been the stairs for he
had come up hurriedly that put a waver In
his voice, or It may have been the premoni
tion of trouble.
"Take a seat, Mr. Cass," Crane answered,
arranging a chair so that a strong light
from the one window fell athwart the visi
tor's (ace.
The hostler had left the sitting room door
open. Crane closed It carefully, and, sitting
with his back to the window, said to the
bank clerk: "Mr. Cass, I am going to be
very candid with you; I am going to tell
you that I have discovered that you stole
the (1,000 Mortimer has been accused of
taking."
Cass' face blanched a bluish white; his
Jaw dropped loosely like the Jaw of a man
who suddenly had been struck a savage
blow. His weak, watery, blue eyes opened
wide In terror, he gasped for breath; he
essayed to speak, to even give a cry of
pain, but the muscles of his tongue were
paralysed. His right hand had been rest
ing on tbe arm of the chair In which he
sat, and as Crane ceased speaking, his arm
fell hopelessly by his side, where it
dangled like the cloth arm of a dummy.
Crane saw all this with fierce satlsfac
tlon He had planned this sudden accusa
tlon with subtle forethought. It even gave
him relief to feel his suffering shifted to
another; he was no longer the assailed of
evil fortune, be was the assailant. Already
the sustaining force of right was on hia
side: what a dreadful thing It was to
squirm and shrink In tbe tolls of crlmo
A thought that he might have been like this
had he allowed Mortimer to stand accused
flashed through his mind. He waited tor
his victim to speak. ,
At last Cass found strength to say, "Mr,
Crane, this la a terrible accusation; there
Is some dreadful mistake I did not "
Crane interrupted him. The man's de
fence must be so abjectly hopeless, such
a cowardly, weak string of lies, that our
of pity, as he might have ceased to beat
a bound, Crane continued, speaking rapidly
holding the guilty man tight In the grasp
of his fierce denunciation:
"You stole that note. You sent It with
a spectal delivery stamp to your brother,
Billy Caas, In New York, and he bet
on It for you on my horse, the Dutch
man, on the 13th; and he lost It. Morti
mer, thinking that Alan Porter had taken
the money, replaced it, and you committed
a greater crime than the crime of steal
ing when you allowed him to be dis
honored, allowed him to be accused and
all but convicted of your foolish sin. It
Is useless to deny It; all this can be
proven In court. I have weighed the mat
ter carefully and If you confess you will
not be prosecuted; If you do not you will
be sent to the penitentiary Just as sure as
you are a living man."
Caas, stricken beyond hope of defence
rose from bis chair, ateadytng himself with
his hsnds on the table, leaning far over
it, as though he were drawn physically
by the fierce magnetism of bis accuser, and
arjoks In a voice scarce stronger than the
treble of a child's: "Mr Ood! Mr. Crane
Do you mean It, that you won't prosecute
me? Did you say that?"
"Not if you confess."
"Thank God thank you, sir. I'm glad,
I'm glad; I've been In hell for days. I
haven't slept. Mortimer's eyes have stared
at me all through the night, for I liked
him everybody liked him; be was good to
me. Oh, God! I should have gone out of my
mind with more of it. I didn't steal the
money; no, no! I didn't mean to steal It;
the devil put It into my hands. Before God,
I never stole a dollar in my life. But It
wasn't that It wasn't the money It was to
think thst an Innocent man was to suffer
to have his life wrecked because of my
sin. I took It! Then when its loss was
discovered and Mortimer was accused, I
tried to confess I couldn't. I wss a cow
ard, a traitor, a Judas. Oh, God!"
The overwrought man threw himself face
down on the table In front of his grim
accuser, l.'Ve a child's broken doll, and
wept with great sobs that shook his frame
as the wind lashes the waters Into turmoil.
The exultation of righteous victory swept
through Crane's soul. He might have been
like that. He had been saved from this by
his love for a good woman. He could not
despise the poor, broken creature who con
fessed so abjectly his crime, because all but
In deed he also had sinned. The deepest
cry of despair from Cass was because of the
sin he had committed against his friend,
against Mortimer.
Crane waited until Cass' misery had ex
hausted Itself a little, and when he spoke
his voice was soft In pity.
"I understand. Sit in your cbatr there
and be a man. Half an hour ago I thought
you a thief. I don't now. You had your
time of weakness. Perhaps all men have
that. You fell by the wayside. I don't
think you'll do it again."
"No, no, no! I wouldn't go through the
hell I've lived In again for all the money
'THIS IS YOUR CHANCE. TAKE IT, NO
In the world. And I'm so glad that It la
known; I feel relief."
"Well, it Is better that the truth has
come out, because everything can be put
right. I was going to make you pay back
the thousand dollars to Mortimer I was
going to drive you from the bank I was
going to let it be known that you had
stolen the money, but now I must think.
You must have another chance. It's a
dangerous thing to wreck lives. The
money must be paid back to Mortimer."
"I'll save and work my fingers off till I
do It."
"You can't. Those dependent upon you
would starve. I'll attend to that little mat
ter myself."
"And you will let me go without "
"No, you can't go."
"My Ood! I'm to be prosecuted?"
"No, you can stay In the bank. I don't
think you'll ever listen to the voices again;
It's bad business."
Cass sat and stared at the strange man
who said these things, out of silly, ex
pressionless eyes that were blurred full of
tears."
"Yes, you can go right on, as you have
been. It will be understood that the money
waa found, had been mislaid; I'll think
that out. It's nobody's business Just now.
run the bank and you take orders from
me. Go back to your desk and stay there.
I've got to tell Mortimer and Miss Porter
that you made this mistake, but nobody
else will ever know of It. I was going to
make you sign a confession, but it Is not
needed. You might go now; I'm expecting
a visitor soon."
Caes rose, his thin legs seeming hope
lessly Inadequata to the task of csrrylng
his body, and said, "Will you take my
hanrl lrt"
"Of course, I will. Just do right from
this on and forget no, beter not forget;
remember that there is no crime like weak
ness; all crime comes from weakness. Be
strong and listen to no more voices. But I
needn't tell you. I know from this out I
can trust you further than a man who has
never been tried. And aee here, Mr. Cass,
I think I ought to help you a litUe to fight
against these bad voices. When I get time
I will see If your salary is as much as It
should be."
"Poor, weak devil!" mutered Crane
then be shivered. Had the Imbecile's talk
of "voices" got on to his nerves? For
an hour he waited, then a step sounded on
the stairway. Allis was standing Just
within the hall door.
"Good afternoon, Miss Porter," he said.
"It was good of you to come in. I've got
something very important to tell you and
tt'a beter that we have quiet It doesn't
seem quite the usual order of things here.
Would you mind coming upstairs to the
sitting room, where we can be undls
turbed?"
"I don't mind," answered the girl simply.
"Have a chair," he said, motioning to
the one Cass had lately sat in. '
Crane did not take the other seat, but
paced restlessly up and down the room; It
aeemed to cool the fever of his mtnd.
"I hope it Isn't more bad news, Mr.
Crane," Allls said, for her companion
seemed Indisposed to break the silence.
"It Is " tbe girl started "for me
Crane added, after a little pause, "and
yet I am glard."
"That aounds strsnge," Allis commented.
wonderlngly.
"What I am going to say to you means
the destruction of the dearest hope I have
In life, but It can't be helped. Now I
wouldn't have It any other way."
Suddenly he stopped In his swift pace,
faced tbe girl and asked, "You are quite
sure you can't love me?" He waa waiting
for an answer.
"No, I can't. I hate to cause you misery
but I must speak the truth. You have
asked H."
"And you've answered It honestly. I know
It was foolish In me to ssk tha Impossible.
Just one more question, and tbsa I will tell
you why I brought you here. Do you still
believe In Mortimer's Innocence do you
love Mortimer T"
"Yes."
"It I were to tell you thst he Is inno
cent, that X have discovered the guilty
one."
"Oh, my God!" It was a cry of sudden
Joy Incapable of exact expression, Irrele
vant In Its naming of the Deity, but full In
Its exultation of soul. Then with quick
trsnsformatlon the girl collapsed, as Cass
hsd done, and huddled In her chair, stricken
by the sudden conviction that the crime
had been brought home to her brother. Her
lover was guiltless, but to Joy over It was
a sin. Inhuman, for was not Alan the thief
If Mortimer were Innocent?
Crane understood. He had forgotten. He
stepped quickly to the girl's side, put his
hand tenderly on her head; her big gray
eyes stared up at him full of a shrinking
horror.
"Poor little woman," he said, "your big,
tender heart will be the death of you yet.
But I've got good news for you this time.
Neither Mortimer nor Alan took the
money It was Cass."
'They are both innocent?-
"Yes, both."
"Oh, my God, I thank you!" She pulled
herself up from the cbalr, holding to
Crane's arm, and looking In his face, said:
"You did this? You found tho guilty man
for me?"
Crane nodded his head, and It came to
the girl as she looked that the eyes she
had thought narrow In evil grew big and
round, and full of honesty, and soft with
gentleness for her.
"How can I thank you what can I do or
say to repay you?" She knew what It
must have cost tho man to clear his
rival's name.
"It was your doing. Miss Allls; It Is I
who must thank you. You made a man of
me, brought more good Into my life than
ONE WILi. KNOW.' "
had been there for forty years. I will
be honest. I did not do this of myself,
my own free will. In my love for you,
and desire to have you with me always.
I almost committed a crime. I was
tempted to conceal the discovery I had
made; I knew that if I cleared Mortimer
you were lost to me. I struggled with
temptation and fell asleep, still not con
querlng It. In my sleep I dreamed
don't think It was a dream, It was like a
vision you came to me, and when I said
that Mortimer was Innocent you kissed me
on the forehead. I woke then, and the
struggle had ceased the temptation had
passed. I came down here, and Casa has
confessed that he took tbe money."
"Would you like It would you think it
wrong it seems so little for me to do
may I kiss you now, as I did In your
dream, and thank you from the bottom of
my heart for making me so happy? It all
seems like a dream to me now."
For answer Crane inclined his head, and
Allls, putting her hand upon his shoulder,
kissed him on the forehead, and through
him went a thrill of great thankfulness, of
Joy such as he knew would never have
come to him had he gained through treach
ery oven this small token of conquest.
"There," he ssld, taking Allls by the
arm and gently drawing her back to the
chair; "now I am repaid a thousandfold
for not doing a great wrong. You have
beaten me twice within a few days.
fancy I should almost be afraid to bo your
husband, you master me so easily."
The girl laughed; not that Crane had
uu me most Drunani thing she ever
heard, but because she was happy. If he
had said "Frogs are queer creatures," it
la quite likely she would have laughed in
Just the same happy way.
"That's Mortimer coming " Crsne ssid
suddenly, as a step with more consistency
in Its endeavor than pertained to the
hostler's, sounded, coming up the stairs.
"I sent for him," he added, seeing the
look of hsppy confusion on Allls' face.
"Come In," be called cheerily. In answer
to a knock on the door.
"lou sent for me " Then Mortimer
stopped suddenly and stood staring first at
Allls, then at Crane, alternately, back
and forth from one to the other.
Crane turned bis back upon the younger
man and busied himself wondrously over
the manipulations of a chair. A strange
dread crept Into Mortimer's heart;
smothered him, he felt dixzy Why did
Allls look so happy why were there
smiles on her lips when she must know
that there were ashes of gloom In his soul
Why wss she alone there with Crane? Was
It' but another devllsh trick of misfortune
that pursued him?
"Good sfternoon, Miss " Tha word
stuck in Mortimer's throat and be com
pleted his greeting with a most dreadfully
formal bow
Tbe girl laughed outright How droll
It was to see a man trying to make him
self unhsppy wheu there wss nothing but
happiness in tbe world! Through the open
window she could hesr the birds slns-ln
snd through it came the perfume of clover
burled fields; across the floor streamed
warm, bright sunlight from a blue sky, In
which there was no cloud And from thel
lives, Mortimer and her own, had been
swept the dsrk cloud and here In th
midst of all this Joy waa her lover with
long, aad face, trying to reproach her with
a stiff, awkward bow
Her laugh twirled Crane about like
top. He saw the odd situation; there was
something Incongruous about Mortimer's
stiff attitude. Crane bad a big cloud of
his own, not quits driven from his sky, but
a smile hovered on bis thin lips. This hsp
plness waa worth catching.
Mortimer noticed tbe distasteful mirth
reflected In the other men's face and he
repeated with a dreadful asperity, oh, so
dignified, "You sent for me, sir may
ask"
"For a chair certainly." aald Crane, and
he pushed tho one he had beea toying
Ith toward Mortimer. The latter re
mained stsndlng.
Allls sprang forward and caught him by
the arm. Crane turned away, suddenly
discovering that from the window the main
street of Brookfleld wss a most absorbing
tudy.
"I'm so happy," began Allls. Mortimer
shivered In apprehension. Why had Crane
turned his face away what was coming?
How could she be happy? How could any
one In the world be happy?
But evidently she was. She stole a quick
look at Crane to be exact. Crane's back,
for his hesd and shoulders were through
the window.
The girl she had to raise on her tip
toes kissed the ssd mil on the cheek.
I'm ashamed to say that he stared. Were
they all mad was he not standing with
one foot In the penitentiary?
She drew him toward the chair, calling
to Crane: "Will you please tell Mr. Mor
timer the good news? I am too happy, I
can't."
A fierce anger surged In Mortimer's
heart. It was true, then his disgrace
had been too much for Allls. The other
had won: but It waa too cruel to kiss him.
Crane faced about, and, coming forward,
held out his hand to the man of distrust.
I hope you'll forgive me."
Mortimer sprang to his feet, shoving
back his chair violently with his legs, and
tood erect, drawn to his full superb
height, his right hand clenched fiercely at
his side. Shake hands? No. a thousand
times no! he muttered to himself.
Crane saw the action and his own hand
dropped. "Ferhaps I ask too much," he
said, quietly. "I wronged yoti "
Mortimer set his teeth and waited. There
were great beads of perspiration on his
forehead and his broad chest set hia
breath whistling through contracted
nostrils. A pretty misdirected passion
was playing upon him. This was why
they had sent for him. The girl he would
have staked his life on had been brought
to believe In his guilt and had been won
over to his rival. Ah a new thought:
his mind, almost diseased by unjust ac
cusation, prompted it perhaps It was to
save him from punishment that Allls had
consented to become Crane's wife.
But I believed you guilty" Mortimer
started. "Now I know that you are in
nocent, I ask"
Mortimer staggered back a step, and
caught at the chair to steady himself. He
repeated mechanically the other's words.
You know I'm Innocent?"
"Yes, I've found the guilty man."
"Then Alan oh, the poor lad! It's a
mistake you are wrong. The boy didn't
take the money I took it."
Crane looked at him In admiration, an
indulgent smile on his lips.
Nonsense, my dear sir!" he exclaimed.
drily. "Alan did not take the money.
Neither did you. Cass took It, and you
wasted a day of the bank's time covering
the crime for him. I'm not sura that you
shouldn't be prosecuted aa an accomplice."
iook ui asKea Mortimer In a
dazed way, looking from Crane to Allls.
Yes. He has confessed. So you see
he's ahead of you In that line. But I've
promised him that no one but our three
selves shall ever know It." He went on,
speaking hurriedly, "I ask you to forgive
me now for my suspicions Your Inno
cence Is completely established. You acted
like a hero in trying to shield Alan Por
ter, and I like men of that stamp. I'm
going to find another position for Mr. Lane
and give you his place If you'll take it. The
thousand dollars you paid In will be re
stored to you. It Is yours. We will devise
some scheme for clearing up tbe mat
ter as far as your good name Is con
cerned and that will shield poor Cass from
people who have no business In this affair."
'But how did Cass manage to get tho
note?"
"Found It on the floor of the vault, he
says."
'I don't see how It could have fallen out
of the box, because' the three bills were
pinned to the note."
Crane drew forth a pocketbook, and,
opening it, took out the bill that had been
stolen. He examined It closely, holding
it up in front of the window.
"I think you are mistaken," he said.
"There are no pin holes In this bill. "I
see," he continued, "the pin had not gone
through this one; being detached, In hand
ling the box It slipped out."
"It must have," concurred Mortimer. "I
remember. In putting tbe box in the com
partment, once I had to turn It on Ha
edge. The bill being loose, as you say,
slipped to the floor, and as the vault waa
dark I did not notice It."
"It doesn't matter," added Crane. "I
must go now. Goodby, Miss Allls."
Turning to Mortimer, he held out his
hand.
"Goodby, and long happiness to you
both." he said. "I 'trust you will think
kindly of me and poor Casa. I am euro
we are sorry for what has been done."
As Crane went down the atatrs ha won
dered why be had coupled himself with
Cass. Was the difference so slight? Had
they been together In the same boat up
to tbe point of that silly, fantastic dream?
Perhaps they had.
CHAPTER XXXrV.
With the removal of Crane's presence
from the room a strange, awkward re
straint came over the two who were left
the man who had Buffered so much for
the woman's sake, and the girl who had
endeavored so much.
He waa like a man auddenly thrust Into
now world of freedom. He indulged In a
nhvalral manifestation of Its exhilaration.
Hrlnklnr In a. Inn. deeD draft of the clover-
Icented air, until hia great lungs sighed
with the plethors. It seemed a liretlme
that he had lived In the noisome atmos
phere of a felon's cell. But now the crime
dropped from blm; a tree man, In every
sense of the word, be would straighten
himself up and drink of the free air.
Allls watched Mortimer curiously; she
waa too happy to apeak Just to look upon
him standing there, her undefiled god, her
hero, with his heroism known and ap
plauded. He seemed so great, so noble,
that anything she might say would be in
sane, tawdry, inconsequent; so she wsited,
patiently, happy, taking no count of time,
nor the sunshine, nor the Hit of the birds,
nor even tbe dissolution of conventionality
In the unsupervised tete-a-tete.
The erstatio magnetism of congenial si
lence has always a potency, and Its spell
crept Into Mortimer's soul, and laid em
bargo on his tongue. He crossed over to
Allls, and, taking ber slender band In his
own, crouched down on the floor beside
her chair and looked up into her face Just
as a great St. Bernard might have done,
incapable of articulating the wealth of love
and gratitude and faithfulness that was in
his heart.
Even then the girl did not speak. She
drew the man's strong, rugged head close
up to her face, and nestled her cheek
sgalnst his. Love without words, love
greater than words! It waa like a fairy
dream, and If either spoke, the gentle
gossamer web of It would float away like
mist, and of need they must talk of the
misery that had passed.
In the end the girl spoke first, saying
like a child having a range of but few
words: "You are happy, now. my hero?"
"Too happy. I almoce tear to wake and
find that I've been dreaming."
-Rhall I nlnch your ear to make sure?"
"You might make me sure, but not that
way."
She kissed him.
"Yee. It's real." he answered. "Even In
dreams happiness Is not so positive aa this.
You did not doubt I" bo queried.
"Never." , .
"You would havo waited V i
"Forever.
"And now and now, must till
wait"
"Not forever."
"You wish It that wayt You will bo tnf
wife when I am able to make you happy?
"I am hapry now, and I will b youf
wife when It seems best to you."
"I am almost afraid. You seem so good,
so perfect. What am I what havo I dono
that I should be deemed worthy of such
love, such faith?"
"You havo saved my life, you sought tf
save my brother's honor, you gave me. Just,
a little girl, knowing nothing of aught bu(
horses, your love. And what do I give you.
in return?"
Ah, they were surely In love. This self
abnegation was the manifest evidence.
Gradually the outer life, past, present
and future, thrust Itself assiduously
through the armor of their lovo sufficiently,
and, like mortals, they talked of Mortimer's
deliverance.
And presently, more sanity creeping Into
their discourse, Allls discovered that she
was not at home, and that the setting sun
waa blinking reproachfully fair Into her
eyes through the open window as ho hung
for a minute, red-flushed on tho purple
hated sky line.
To Rlngwood with her drove her knight,
and, as they passed none too swiftly by the)
gently hushed fields, they talked of tho
wonderful necromancy the gods had used to
set their lives to the sweet muslo of happi
ness. How Lauzanne, the despised, bad
saved Rlngwood to her father, how he had
won the money for Mortimer, how he had
stood sturdy and true to tho mistress who
had been kind to him; but not yet, not quite
yet, by-and-by, would Allls tell who had
ridden the gallant chestnut when ho strove
so valiantly.
And about Crane, there was a full meas
ure of confidence and appreciation of his
good act.
. . e o a
Just a span of Fate's hand from these
two happy mortals sat a man all alono In
his chamber. On his table was the dust ot
solitariness and with his finger ho wrote
In It "Forever." But he looked fearlessly
across the board, for on the other aide sat
no grinning demon of temptation, nor re
morse, nor fear. But tbe fragrance as ot
lilacs and of sweet clover coming through
an open window was In his nostrils, and In
his memory was the picture ot a face ha
loved, made like unto an angel's with grati
tude, and on hia forehead atlll burned like
a purifying fire a kiss that reached down
Into his soul and filled him with tho Joy
ot thankfulness.
(The End.)
QUAINT FEATURES OF LIKE.
Four quarts of milk dally or thereabouts
for twenty years has been the sole diet ot
Thomas F. Laubach ot Hazleton, Pa. Two
decades ago Mr. Laubach, being then 61
years old, waa In very bad health and his
physicians gave up hia case. Then he de
cided to doctor himself and has dono so
ever since, absolutely confining his diet
to milk. Now he Is oae ot the healthiest
and soundest men In town.
As an Instance of the observance of the)
Sabbath In Scotland an English paper tells
ot a postman having a route between Stir
ling and Blairdrummond. He was observed
to ride a bicycle over his six miles on
week days and to walk the same distance
on Sunday, and when asked why replied
that he was not allowed to use the machine
on Sunday. An Investigation followed and
the postman's explanation proved to bo
correct.
There Is at least one lighthouse In the
world that is not placed on any mariner's
chart. It la away out on the Arizona desert
and marks the spot where a well supplies
pure, fresh water to travelers. It Is tho
only place where water may be had for
forty-five miles to tbe eastward and for at
least thirty miles In any other direction.
The "house" consists of a tall cot ton wood
pole, to the top ot which a lantern la
hoisted every night. The light can be seen
for miles across the plain in every direc
tion. "The top of the morning and the shank
o' tbe evening," exclaims the New York
Sun, "to Mrs. Augusta Aumussen of The
Bronx, who scored 162 st bowling on the
day she was 8S. She didn't begin to bowl
until she was 72, and we hope she will
keep It up until she Is 172. A cheery and
engaging figure she Is, rattling down tho
plna at 86 and making the beginners stars
and gasp. Yet she Is only a beginner her
self so far as living goes. Walt until she
comes to middle age. Saturday Joseph
Labouty of Ogdensburg, 103, walked a mile
and back to register, and a younger friend.
Francis Berrto, 92, went with him. These
are the grownup people and the folks la
the 80s are still In the Infant class."
The remnant of a remarkable and hlthertt
lest tribe ot Eskimos has recently been dis
covered on Southampton Island, at the ex
treme north end ot HudVm bay. It is said
that until recently these people have neve
bad an opportunity of aeelng a white man.
Their huts are built of the great Jawa ot
whales, covered with skins. In the middle
is an elevation, on which is a stone lamp
used for lighting, heating, cooking, melting
snow and drying clothes. The lamp is only
a dish of whale oil. In which la a wick ol
dry moss. Indeed, tbe whale Is the chief
means by which these people live, the
bones being utilized for making platea, cupa
and aledges, but they also use sledges ot
walrus tusks, with deer antlers for cross
pieces. Tbe tribe is almost extinct, as only
some sixteen are left. They speak a dia
lect peculiar to themselves and are very
daring huntera.
Thomas Kane of Chicago and Mrs. Joseph.
Sylvester hsd a happy reunion at the let
ter's home In Waukegan, Wis., laat weekv
They had seen separated forty yeara. during
which each had concluded tbe other was
dead. While the Kane family lived In Ken
osha the father died, leaving three children.
two girls and a boy, for the mother to cars
for. Tbe youngest waa Margaret, aged 1,
now Mrs. Sylvester. She was adopted by
William Waddell, a farmer at Wadsworth.
Mary was adopted by another family.
Thomas remained with hia mother. When
Mary was 18 she located her brother In
Chicago and then they bent energies to find
Margaret. They were unsuccessful, as Mar
garet had married. In the absence ot
knowledge of the sister's existence they
came to believe ber dead. Recently they
accidentally secured a clew to her where
abouts and tbe reunion followed.
NAMES OF GIVERS UNKNOWN
Impossible to Retnra Money 1e CTail
dren Wko Contributed torn m,
New Battleship.
CINCINNATI. O., Nov. L It has beea
found that no lists were kept by tho prin
cipals of publlo schools of those children,
who contributed to the fund for tho bat
tleship -American Boy, and attempts to re
turn tho money to tho donors have proved
futile.
W. Rankin Goods, the Cincinnati boy who
waa at tbe head ot the battleship move
ment, now has oa hand 11,(00 which was
contributed by school children for that pur
pose. He proposes to tura tbe money over
to tho McKlnley Memorial fount! a ooav
mltteo.
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