The Butler Weekly Times Newspaper, October 12, 1905, Page 11

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My servant showed her in, and | we @ start, for the new patient wag Hegtelle Varnay, the charming young actress, of whom all the country, the theatregoing section of jt, at Teast, were talking. Hers was a gaq ‘Yea; and yet to me the world has been kind. But I was told that, per- haps you could authorise me ta take this”—handing me a slip of paper, co! taining on it the name of a drug—“as 4@ etimulant—harmless, I believe, and more efficacious than other medicines. I was tired out fast night with the new piece, and I have so much ta do—#o Much, Tell me, could you recommend it?” And there was a quaint, appealing touch in her voice. “Humph! I'm not sure, It is only in the experimental stage as yet. Still, it it -have the effect you wish, One has, though, to proceed very cautiously with a drug like that.” “Qh, yes," she gaid eagerly, “But, of course, I will be careful, I promise that.” “Then let me see,” I said, and I walked across the room to my desk, where J wrote out the required pre- “Let me die,” he said, in a faint voice, “It is the only thing I ask now, Here, doctor, you are the last—and you geem a friend. Take it; it's gold! take it—no scruples”; and he thrust a smal) into my hand, & regret. What could | do? Here was a mag who wished to hide everything, to be nameless victim; and he had selected my surgery in which to die. But there would be police inquirt every kind of publicity, necessary an unnecessary—the unknown, the mys tery of Dr. Raymond's surgery, etc. I saw it all! Lurid contents bills, a crowd in the street, and—ting, ting, the bell again—this time a District Mea senger boy who handed me 4 note. “Dear Dr, Raymorid—Please come to me at once, J badly need your help, You will think perhaps that I have not been fair ta you; but I dared not explain, Yet now come—please. You have proved yourself a friend.—Yours sincerely, “ESTELLE VARNAY.” “Very well,” I said to the messenger, “There is nq answer,” THREW THE LONG COAT OVER THE PROSTRATE FORM. scription, “I must ask you to report progress, Let me see you again.” And that was the beginning. Subsequently I saw Miss Varnay on a@ good many occasions, and she seemed brighter; while now it was I who suf- fered as our friendship grew, and I hated the thought of the battle she had Tiad to wage with the world, for her life was not all flowers and incense to her beauty and histrionic talent. Her season in town was only brief —for once in a way I had read the theatrical‘ announcements with sedu- lous care—~and then she was going to the Argentine for a tour through South America, which commenced at Buenos Ayres; and a month later I called, upon her at the hotel where she was stay- ing, and asked her to be my wife; but the look which came into her face told Mme at once how vain were my hopes. Yet the way in which she refused was, perhaps, worth it all. “If you can talk like that to me,” she said, tenderly, as she laid a hand on my arm, “you can be a.friend, and I want a friend, But for the rest there is only one answer now, Cap you be a frieng?” ‘ “You have hundreds?” J sgid doubt- y. , eae one."* 1 took my-leave, and went back home sad at heart, feeling that work was the only panacea, though may be at times the doctrine of toil is rather overdone. And as I thought apd thought, the ht bell rang. it was nothing extraordinary. Some- times the police require my help, but as I opened the door it was not to see silyer buttons and a bull’s eye lantern In her private sitting-room at the hotel I found her; but she was not alone. I went forward eagerly. “Is there something to be explained away?” I said, “Can you-——” She checked me with a glance, “It is not that,” 02” No, no. It is because——”" “You aaid farewell this efternoon, and told me not to hope,” I jerked out. “I know,” and she held out her hand toward the young man, whe seemed to wish to blot himself out in @ corner of the apartment. “Come,” she whispered to the stranger, “this is our friend”; and then to me, “Do you care for me still?” I bowed my head, “Then,” she cried earpestly, “surely only the better part of that feeling will be left to a man like you—deep friend- ship—wher I teil you that this man is my affianced husband, and that, there- fore, there was only one answer I could make to you.” “Your affianced husband!” I cried. “Yes,” she said excitedly!” “You should hear all, He came to England on business, and suddenly he seemed to be lost, for we nothing, and we might never bave beard but for the detectives ——" “But for you, Estelle,’ murmured the stranger, “He killed a man in a fight—not in self-defense, but in defense of a womag who was being ill-treated, and——” “It was about like that,” said the stranger; “but, sir,” he went on, turn- ing to moe, “I did pot want my own name, Dallas, in this. Well, well. { don’t suppose I should have struggled to be free of it if it had not beep for _p her.” “His enemies were ruthless,” cried the girl, “It was not his fauit, and he is my love, I have lived and worked to save him—he who would not help. himself by declaring who he i “You gre ap actress, Miss Varpay, Tell me—you are not acting now—ig this all true?” “This man is no friend, Estelle,” came in a husky voice, and the speake ef, @ youngish-looking, beardless, but strong man, muffied in a long cloak, z 2 a route passing through the sha@awy streets I learned fully how the escape) bed centctad and ped Ogee had contrived and plot message through to him, Canadian Affairs, where probably athera would Rave) 1: i, well known that the German failed, just because @ lovely Woman's} Rioror hag a fine taste in matters wit is transcendent when difficulties are} o¢ art. He has recently given a dem- great. onstration of his own Imperial will and A medical man is like a priest 80) severe judgment jg such matters. far as the inviolabijlity of these thing’/ Sometime ago the Germap Protestant Small Talks op Centinental and COFFEE which come to bis ears are concerned, but I should be sorry itery of many such thea calm thought ee atone might have been.” “what Two policemen pasaed us, talking, and it was co when they had turned the corner that the girl gave a sigh of ef, “Now quick! Come!” I said. For I had made up my mind, My visitor of the night-—the bearer of an impossible burden, of @ tremendous sorrow, wished to be lost, to be un- known, Was | doing hima wrong? | thought not. It was pot he, but big form, his existence, or, rather, what had been his existence, that I wished to subserve in the interests of these two. That there would be inquiries about @ piece of cold clay seemed a matter of extreme doubt. It was not probable that anyone had seen that solitary wey- farer of the night who lay there dead, and now that all was well with him, he would, I doubted not, have cheerfully consented to aid the cause of these two friends—my friends, “This is what I propose,” I sald, averting my glances from the girl. “You are in conyict garb?” “Yes, yes.” “Then, quick,-eome with me!” And leaving the girl who had sunk into a chair, I led the ex-captive up to my dressing-room, through the hall, past the surgery door, which was ajar, showing the light within. “Now you must change,” I said. The transformation did not occupy him long, and when we rejoined Miss Varnay he was a different looking in- dividual, and might have walked the streets with safety, I felt eager for them to go. “Good-by,” I said; and the girl selzed my hand, “Will there be no——” “Pursuit?” I cried, “No. Mr. Dal- las will have no need to look around now. I promise you that.” “How can I thank you?” she said, wistfully. “By insuring the success of my plan. Farewell! Go!” It was an hour later that the scheme was completed, and then the cast-off garments of the ex-prisoner had an- other owner, and I wiped mIny stream- ing brow. . “Thore can be no mistake,” I said to myself, and I took a turn up and down the room before throwing the long cloak Dallas had carried over the pros- trate ferm. “Now for it;” and giving one more glanee around I seized my hat and went out into the street, where I did not have to look long for what I sought—a constable, leisurely making Is round. “Officer!” I said.’ He turned sharply. “Dr Raymond, sir!" he said. “What's wrong?” “A man is lying dead in my sur- gery—heart failure—and he is wearing conviet clothing.” “Dead, sir! I will come at once.” Half an hour later all that was mor- tal of a supposed captive who had fought his way to. freedom was taken away. If doubts arose I never heard of them—in fact, the affair died away ex- cept in my mind. She had told me that if matters had been different I should not have asked in vain; but, ah, she loved that man as though he were a god. Heaven grant that he loves her as well. Well, it is not every man who loses that has that much to the credit side in the ledger of the past. The Happy Dutch Cow. Pastoral scenes are proverbial for their quiet beauty and the spirit of contentment which they breed,but you wust go to Holland to find the highest type of this idea. fo Holland cows are ag much & part of the family as the Irishman’s pig, for one member of the family always sleeps in the stable to watch,and often the place is made a sert of family sitting room, . The cow statble {a generally a large building, paved with brick, upon whieh the cow liea,straw being scarce. There is @ brick paved passage down the een at one end of which is a fireplace, and the windows are Cov- with white curtains as dainty as those in the house proper. Bometimes the entire family will gather in the stable ip the evenings, enjoying the warmth of the fire e exchanging the talk of the day, while the cattle, always placed with their heads facing the central passage, chew thelr cuds sad scem to thorough- THE DUTCH BELTED Cow’ enjoy the human are seldom brown, either i ages @ Eeet eee : : Fist +4 ai = & £ 3 i ie FE tH it a ik 5 z Fis ite community of Moseew golicited his aid in building a eb te be named the end Paul. His eponsil delabra to be their buildi correc an} exetehiug, avd when the whole had bees wade to bis u'td, he entruszad them tothe erckitect charged with the restoration of the Metz Cathedral, with instructions to execute the work “accopding to my ideas and intestiqns.” On his recent visit to Paris, the Shah of Persia was fanned night and day by relays of perspiring attend- ants. < — aA \\ wind | . A ae \ Ay : WN KAISER WILHELM, Little Prince Edward of Wales is already showing a delightful sturdt- ness of character. He has a profound dislike for arithmeti¢ and shares in the axiom: “Multiplication is vexa- tion.’ Tho matter of a minute may be fraught with the greatest importance The old) gaying, “First come first served,” holds good when sons of the British aristocracy make thelr entry into this world, In 189}. twin sons were bora to the Countess of Olan- carty, the elder of whom made his fantile bow to the world as Lord Kilconnel, a future double baron and viscount, an earl, a marquis of Hol- land and lord of 25,000 acres, while his younger brother had to eontent himself with the modest appellation of Master Power Francis Le Poer Trench, and the prospect of a younger | son's portion. Mile. de Rosen, daughter; of the Russian Ambassador, when she makes her debut In society will receive from the Czarina the badge and the title of “Titular Maid of Honor to her Maj- esty.” The Canadian Government House at Ottawa, known as Rideau Hall, is a quaint, old-fashioned palace of gray stone, replete with queer chimmeys, and odd corners. It is on the east bank of the wild Rideau River, and in winter, when the trees are leafless, is in full view from the other bank. The Canadian Government House social functions during the “season,” include a couple of dances at Christmas time, a state ball after Easter, musicale in the Lenten eeason skating and tobogganing parties every Saturday in winter, several] gardep parties in the early gummer and a never-ending round of dinners. Many of the cus- toms and courtesies traditional of ihe old monarchial days are faithfully preserved. Russia’s cross of St. Andrew has a remarkable peculiarity attaching to it. All who are decorated with it have the right onee to demand 4 pardon for 4 Russian subject condemned to death. Japan was the last nation to enter the circle of the world’s powers but her Emperor's degree makes the ped- | igrees of other sovereigns look shabby, | He is the 112th im unbroken, direct fence, the founder ¢ pe besse be- Ing contemporary lebuchadneg- agar, 666 B. 0. Five thousand dollars is about the average cost of a dinner in the Turk- ish Sultge’a Palace, The meal com- prises fifty or more dishes daily and the Sultan generally partakes of from five to six. Every dish, before it reaches the royal table, is tasted in the kitchen by the royal Grand Vizier to guard against poison. It is then sealed and taken to the Sultan. The vast cost of these repasts comes from the fact that the guests and retainers who dine at the Sultan’s expense daily number several thousand. van Calava. —_— Oe Swell London Attire. The latest notes from London state that fashionable young men during the spring and summer seasons have been ideally clad in green. The outfit was as follows: Olive green Trilby hat, Lincoln green flannel suit (like Robin Hood's archers) with sea green stripes, emerald green tie, pea green striped flannel shirt with collar to mateh, and A Tempest in a Wetermelon. Great oaks little acorns grow! cine os a a” mae in Shieh out of a Sh-cent watermelon, It ap- pears that a groceryman, of . ton, D, bad caused the one of bis neighbors, cha with the “of one watermelon, of pete sige | equ ; mill, the threshing machine, or the husker and shredder can be oper: DOES HURT (Make the trial yourself—leave off ’ ™ Coffee 10 days and use POSTUM in its place, That’s the only way to find out. 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