Evening Star Newspaper, November 16, 1895, Page 18

8 THE EVENING STAR, SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 16, 1895-TWENTY-FOUR PAGES. ~ SWVED BY A MYSTERY = BY JULIAN HAWTHORNE. Copyright, 1895, by Bacheller, Johnson & Bacheller.) ) CHAPTER L. * The incident I am to relate belongs to a class entirely inexplicable by any law known to us, and therefore rightly to be ‘assigned to the realm of accident or coin- ¢idence. Yet experience of similar oc- currences is so far from being uncommon, and the accident and coincidence theories are so ludricously inadequate to account for many of them, that our wise men—or wiseacres-are beginning to be somewhat cautious in dismissing them thus, and now mutter darkly about obscure cerebral phe- nomena not as yet completely reduced to scientific classification. That solemn “not as yet” makes me smile; {t is the heels of science disappearing over the back yard fence of nature, scared into imbecility by the sound of the voice of approaching sptr- {tual revelation. Here is an example of the phenomena in question, at first hand, “Get your horse and come with me!” and I desire you to make careful note of the data of the problem and then solve it if you can. I hold no brief from either slde, though I - have my own private opinion on such matters. The heroine of the tale fs a young lady born in New and whose name for present purposes shall he Imogen. She is nineteen ye nsible, healthy and preity. A di y of thirty years in our ages and some other circumstances have prevented my sentiments toward her from 1 ling beyond the boundaries of confi triendship, but so far they are to us hoth. I was one of the ve’ st to be admitted to the startling ion of her partiality for Mr. Thomas I had jr, the progress of whh ng with interest and sympa- ast a month before they them- yered it. When, a little later, she confided it to me, I exclaimed dra- mat No! You can’t mean it! Tom Good heavens! how could I have blind?’ But the beloved Hittle never suspected me, and then I congr. ed her. Thou essential to the story, and in hirself an excellent young fellow, lately settled here to see how soon he can make a fertune in early vegetables for the New York winter market, Tom does not make much of a personal appearance here; so I will only remark that he is a manly looking yeung chap, steady in his habits, sound in his morals and cf solid, though not daz- ziing, intelligence. He can afford to hk gced deal of money on that farm, and y be able to keep a good wife in comfor He an Englishman by birth, an American by adoption and a Jamaican by personal predilection. And now to business. Imogen has been residing here for a year because her father had a stroke of nd the doctor recommended this They tock a house near where I ; and I wish I had space to give a pic- ture of the old gentleman, whose affliction has not impaired the brilliance of one of the most criginal and powerful minds it has ever been my fortune to come in con- tact with. He is constantly emitting start- ling but wnexpected truth in the most ex- hilarating and inimitable phreseology; he Is @ widower, and Imogen fs his only child. I doubt whether he likes Tom quite as well as I do; but it is pe ble, on the other bard, that he may like Imcgen even a little better than I. With this brief Introduction, I relegate him with regret to the back. grcund. A month ago. at 7 o'clock in the morning, I was leaning on my gate looking up and down the road, and telling myself, for the three hundredth time at least, that this Was the most delectable climate and the Mest exquisite scenery in the world. Anon, 1 heard the sound of horse's hoofs, and down along the winding avenue of broad- leaved, dewy plantains, plumy bamboos and slender-towering palms, came riding in her white linen blcuse and habit the charm_ ing figure of the blooming young Imogen. She was on a canter, and only smiled and Waved her whip at me in greeting as she passed. I knew very well where she was g0- ing, and why she looked so happy. Tom's te was ten miles off; there was a certain four-cornet at about half that distance, overshadowed by the boughs of an enor. mous fig t with a green carnet of pimento Br underneath, and a general suggestion Gf lovemaking and romance. From there they could ride round by another way to a lovely prospect of the ocean and talk philose ophy and that sort of thing. By the time second breakfast was ready, they would turn up at Imogen's house. They did this thric londay, Thursday and Saturda: Ly. ed out of sight, and I red- 16 my cigar, in pleasing med- ftition. oath! Glorious p 1 oath! Glorious era of love and hope’ Gollen age of iife and Ibert With a sentimental’ suspiration I ith turned away from the gate and was about to sann- fer back to my chair on the veranda when Was arrested by a rapid galloping neise UP the road, whither Imogen had lately yan- ished. In a moment, ™my surprise, the girl reappeared, urging her horse to full speed, and with every sign of agitation and alarm in her face and gesture. Her aspect rdy have more in contrast with the felieity of a few minutes before 1 up, pale and pan your horse to confident She pu ing haste! He wh i I will tel} You as we go. Of course I coull not form the faintest conception of what was the matter. But I had uo difficulty 'n perceiving that some- thing was seriously v and T lost no time in cross-questioa s I started to Tun back to the noase, an idea that Im gen's fathe unother stroke paralysis; struck me that was she could have seer » time she passe me and ecupation I most ran norse, which Was coming de e path with iny groom on his back ay to the neighboring tow th my Here was a stroke of luck to begin with! “Down with you, Ct ." said I. “Get the mule and go th her. I want Mocha myself.” Charies, nimble but vildered, dismount- ed while I swung my- and held the bri not attired in m though I had pajamas. earlier 3; but this was no Charles made a drive to open the gate. ‘A rop we must have a rop ex- claimed Imoxen, whose mare was dancing about in the roa with the con- tagion of h mist erious excit ment We had heen cutting down trees the day before, and hi da lo to pull them down with @ done its work “Hanging on cor of the coach house, ¢ but that intelligent Afric half way up the drive. He enthusiasm for Miss Imogen, an comprehend her wis He was back with the rope neatly before I had time to ask what wanted {t for; and in anothe were off. To my further perplexity colled on eart! ment ¥ © tool the direction opposite to the one she had set off on. But she evidently knew what she was about, or thought she did, and 1 bridled my curiosity and awaited her leis- ure for an explanation. The stirrups were too short, but at the pace we were goilfy there was no opportunity to change them. “How far is it, my dear?’ I inquired at length, in the easy tone of the self-poised man of the world, whose composure is not to be ruffled by such a bagatelle as being snatched off on a mission of life and death between two whiffs of a cigar. My words did not seem to reach her at first. She did not turn her face to me when she finally answered, with a shake of the head: “Oh, miles and miles; I don’t know how far; I was never there before.’ I tried to digest this reply, but could make nothing of it. Presently I ventured again: ‘‘We are taking the best route, I suppose? I am familiar with some short cuts through these woods, and if I knew our destination—" “I know the way,” she interrupted me; “I can’t tell how I know it; it is in my mind; I saw it all-in that instant—and I can make no mistake. Oh, Tom—Tom!” “Oh, it's Tom—Tom, is it?” said I to my- self. “‘Well, I might have divined that be- fore. Of course, it could only be Tom. But what can be the trouble with Tom? And how can she know of his being in any trouble? She couldn't have seen him or heard from him between the time she passed me first and her return. Then why —and—what—and where—? There is some- thing peculiar tn this affair. The little girl can’t suddenly ‘have gone crazy; she isn’t that sort of girl. No—but there is some- thing peculiar. Well, it will come out in due time. Tom, eh? Imogene, meanwhile, riding at my left hand, had been going at a sharp canter; she now suddenly pulled up, and, as I rode past her, turned to the right, and went straight into the forest. So, at least, I at first thought; but when I followed her I found there were traces of a path, but it had been so little used as to be well-night invisible. I knew the woods hereabouts pretty well, for I am fond of exploration; but I knew rothing of this, and 1 was sure Imogen did not, for she hated anything that interfered with rapid progress, and uniformly kept to the highroads. Yet here she was forcing her way through the underbrush and over the uneven ground as if she were familiar with the route from her infancy upward. Peculiar, decidedly! The nature of the footing, not to men- tion the Lranches and vines that often barred our way, made a slower pace neces- sary, and I seized the opportunity, first to lengthen my stirrups and next for an ex- planation. “Let us understand each other, Imogen, I said, with an authoritative seriousness such as I judged best adapted to the exi- gencies of the occasion. “If we are to achieve our mission, you must tell me everything. Intelligent co-pperation would otherwise be impossible. Where are we bound, and what i& it we have to do? Let me know all you know yourself.” Conversation on horseback in a thick tropic forest is a difficult art. Unimportant words are jolted out of you as if they were the culmination of your theme, and the re- ally important phrases are apt to be im- paired in their effect by the slapping of a bunch of leaves over the mouth of the speaker, or the banging of a branch on the listener’s ear. In the present case, too, Imogen herself was far from being logical- ly coherent in her statements; and upon the whole I shall not attempt to reproduce our diologue precisely as it occurred. But the gist of it shall be given faithfully. “You know that place just beyond your gate,” said she, “where you get the view of the Blue mountains? Well, I stopped to look at that for a moment, for it wAs un- usually clear today, and I was a little ahead of time, anyway, and I was just thinking how beautiful it was, when all at once, I was not seeing that view at all, but a place in the heart of the woods, and a man riding along a “arrow path, down a steep slope. It was Tom. This was not a vision, you know; I was really there, and saw_ him. And down at the foot of the slope, I saw some dark creatures lying in wait; I could not see-them distinctly, for they kept hid- den all they could; but I knew they were going to rob him, and perhaps kill him. I called out to tell him, but my voice went into nothing—it was less than a whisper; and he did not hear. I could not move for- ward, either. In that way, it was like some kind of dream; but {t was not a dream; it was a reul thing. What is strange, was that the creatures lying in wait were talk- ing together quite loud, in a confused la guage I could not understand, and Tom must have heard them, but he pald no at- tention; he aidn't know they meant to Kill him, as I did. He might easily have seen them, too, and perhaps he did, but he went right on just the same; he never thinks cf being afraid of anything, you know.” “Of course, I know,” said I. “He rode right down among them,” Imo- gen continued, “and they leaped up all around him, pulling at his horse’s legs and pushing and hauling and snarling in a hor- rible way, more like beasts than men. At first Tom didn’t seem to think much of it, but by and by his horse began to stagger, and then I saw his face grow grave, and he knew his danger. He tried to make his horse co on, but they caught it by the feet and threw it down, and then in a moment they had leaped all over it and Tom and were drag- ging them down toward a cave that was a little way below—a terrible great black pit it was, where they lived; there were scores of them, and I saw them leaping down be- fore, and pushing along behind, and dancing about on each side, making ‘that strange no!se—On!"" “Come, now, none of that!"’ exclaimed I, sternly, knowing the importance of chezk- ing any signs of breaking down at the start “Tell me what happened next.” CHAPTER II. “They pulled him off his saddle,” said she, “but he still kept hold of the bridle, and there was a struggle, and the headstall came off the horse’s head and Tom was carried off with the bridle in his hand and the head- stall attached to it. Oh. how Tom did fight them! It was magnificent. He is as strong as a lion, you know, and active and brave; but It was no use, there were too many of them. They all went fighting down to- ward the pit. A sort of roaring noise came from it. At the brink of it there was a final struggle; they pushed him over, but the headstall caught on a point of rock that stuck up at the mouth of the pit like a great black tooth, and Tom still held to the bridle, so that when he went over he did not fall to the bottom, but hung there by the bridle, dangling over the pit. They cannot reach him where he is, and as long as he can hold on he is safe. But if the headstall breaks or he gets tired and lets go, he is lost.” Here was a queer state of things, indeed! Was it fancy or fact? The details were grotesque and fantastic—one might say tm- possible; but the conviction of Imogene’s manner and the vividness with which she described the episode were too intense and pf that,” I exclaim- sternly. contagious to admit of skepticism. Com- mon sense condemned the story as absurd, but another sense, of which I am happy to believe I possess a small share, warned me to postpone my opinion. “What else did you see? “It all disappeared then as quickly as ‘it came,” she replied. “I sitting on my horse in the rcad, with the Blue mountains across the valley in the distance. But I krew what I must do, and that you would help me. “But how did Tom happen to be in the place you describe? Is it on the way to the place where you were to meet him? “No. I don't know or understand any- thing about that. But he is there and we must save him.” “And you are the right path? “Of course I am! an hour ago? I don't mean with my bod: u know, but I was here this mornin 1 I remember every foot of the way. about a minute, now, we shall come tu a k in the road; and on the left we shall a tall stone arch, all covered with cactuses and wild pines, and with a big I asked. ure that we are following Ww sn’t I over it half fo: black ants’ nest In one corner. We shall turn ‘to the right and go down a steep slope, and at the foot of it is the trunk of a great silk cotton fallen right across the path, but it is all rotten, and our horses will kick it into powder—there is the arc She broke off and pointed with her whip. Sure enough, there was the arch, and the ants’ nest, too. After this I turned meekly to the right and followed my guide down the slope and kicked my way through the rotten trunk of the silk cotton without feeling the least surprise. A dozen years must have elapsed since the last human being had passed this way. There could no longer be any doubt that we were going to see the rest of the ad- venture according to schedule, and when I considered the strange rabble of thieves and murderers which Imogen had so pic- “He's There!” she snid. turesquely portrayed, I could not help thinking that a revolver would have been quite as useful an ingredient in the com- ing melee as the rope would be. We might have made shift with liana for a rope, but there is nothing that can take the place of a good seven-shooter, such as was at that moment lying laoded in my bureau drawer at home. Imogen may have sup- posed that all men at all times carried re- volvers, as a matter of course, just as they wear a necktie or suspenders “My dear,” said I, “when we begin to get rear the place you must let me know, and I will go in advance and see that all is clear. If there should be any trouble, you know, you could be of no use, and might be very much in the way. carcely had I offered this altruistic sug- gestion—which indicated, I think, quite as valiant a soul as-ever ‘Tom could lay claim to, though, of course, I never got any credit for it—than Imogen uttered a ery and was off like a deer along the path in front of me. I spurred after her with an unpleasant sen- sation of anxiety, mixed with invincible curiosity. The path we had been following debouched into another, which was evident- ly in common use; {ts was cleared of vegeta- tion and the footing was red clay, in which I noticed the footprints, not only of Imogen’s mare, but of another horse, as well. At the same moment the roaring of a river became distinctly audible, and T remembered that the heavy rains of the preceding days had swollen all’the neighboring streams, and doubtless this one was “down,” as they call it, also. Down galloped Imogen to the margin of the turbid current, with me at her heels. At the brink she pulled up and looked this way and that in manifest perplexity. For the first time since we set out on our pilgrim- she was at fault. We can't cross that ved. “He can’t have crossed it, cither, have come out of our way. There must be a bridge somewhere. This is ordinarily a ford, you see; but the water is six or seven feet deep now and going ten miles an hour.” “But this is the p “This is where the tig the spot where they s¢ ged him off his horse. did that get here? The river looked to me as if it had been there a long time, but I forebore to make the remark aloud. Moreover, I began to put two and two together; I jumped off my horse, gathered up the rope and set off along the bank down stream. Jamaica is, topographically and_geologi- cally, one of the queerest places on the plan- cried she. t was. This is just upon him and drag- But the river! how I Shaded My Eyes With My Hands and Looked Over. et. It Is, so to say, a double-decker Island; it has an external superficles, clothed with imortal green and diversitied with peaks and ravines; and below there is another sub- terranean world, hidden from the light of day, in which grow stalactites and stalag- mites, and where bats take the place of birds. Caves and sinkholes here and there afford entrance to this lower region; and it occasionally happéns that a stream, in the midst of its career, suddenly disappear: down ore of these unexplored holes and seen no more, or perhaps emerges mile away and continues its course’as If nothing had happened. Now, although I knew nothing of this particular river, it had occurred to me, in a flash of inspiration, that {t might be one of the jack-in-the-box species, and that our friend Tom, having rashly attempted the ford, had been swept off his feet and carried down to the abyss. It was truce that Imogen, in her vision, or whatever it was, had seen the tumultuous torrent in the guise cf a band of howling robbers and murderers; but that was much less sur- prising than that she had seen anything at all, and the thing to be done now was to act upon such light as we had. I had not made a dozen the tangled growth that bearded the banks when I heard her behind me. I would rather she had stayed behind, for it was ible that the adventure might have a but she was not the girl to tive under such circumstances. She had reached the end of her initiative, how- ever, and the leadership now rested with me. ards througt We fought our way along in silence for about ten minut A hollow sound, au- dible from: the fi had grown stronger and stronger, above the rush and tumult of the torrent. Now the channel of the stream narrowed, and its banks became mer mas: of nearly naked rock, through whic How waters boiled and foamed like the rapids of a miniature Niagara. We crawled around a huge howlder, and be- held a sight worth seeing. An archway of black rock spanned the current; above it was the apparently solid earth,with ancient trees growing upon its surface; below was a black vault, like the yawning mouth of some nameless monster of ‘Tartarus. Into this bottomless maw leaped headlong the whole mass of waters, and were utterly swallowed up, with a long-drawn, caver- nous roar, appalling to hear. But just at the lip of the fall a peak of jaxged rock thrust itself above the swirl of the rapids, like a tusk in the monster's jaw, and di- vided the stream right and left. Imogen ed my arm convu el; there,” she said, in an intense See—the headstall is round the rock. shall save him!" Looking more narrowly, I perceived in fact something hitched round the tusk, which might have been some part of a horse’s harness; it resembled ah as much as anything. The lcop ¢ bridle (if it were still attached to it) was, of course, out of sight on the other side. Was Tom hanging to it? My heart migave me; it was a desperate chance, to say the best of it. By getting on the top of the arch, it would be possible to look down into the abyss and determine whether the young man were there. I glanced at Imogen,seek- ing for some pretext to induce her to stay where she was; for my expectations of a stall th | forgotten my exister smaller than ever; but it was evidert; fffm the poor girl’s white face and blazthg Ayes that she was not in a condition to be trifled with. She was strung up to concert-pitch, and was quite capable of jumping into the river and going down into the bowels of the earth in quest of her lovér, should he have been so inconsiderate as to allow himself to be carried thither. It was most prudent, therefore, to keep her within my reach. Iz did not take us long to get to the coign of vantage above, the fall. I first cleared away the thick-}groqth of grass and shrubbery that greW thére, and then laid myself flat down on_my_ stomach and peered over. The sun, in_ the first arter of his as- sent, was right opposite me ias 1 lay, and it was some time before I could make out anything but darkness ip the gulf below me. The water swept to’the-Shining brink and went over it in endless movement, producing an illusion as-if the solid rock on which I lay were careering swiftly up stream. But nothing defined itself within there. I shaded -my eyes with my hands and gazed more intently. The body of water was, as I have said, parted in twain by the peak of rock stand- ing just at the plunge, and judging by the angle at which the two streams separated, there must be a space on the inner side of the peak comparatively free from anything more than spray. There a man might hang without being drowned, but the time that even a practiced athlete could support him- self in air at the end of a bridle must be strictly limited, and was to be counted by minutes rather than hours. Now, it was nearly two hours since Imogen and I had set forth on our expedition. That the object hitched over the peak of rock was actually the headstall was now plain. Imogen had been right. And it could now be seen that the bridle was attached to it. I could follow the strip of leather with my eye for several inches, when it was obscured by the darkness of the cavity. But scarcely had my hopes been raised by this discovery than they were overthrown by another. Had a man’s weight been depend- ing from a bridle, there would be a severe strain upon it, which could not fail to be noticeable from my position. But alas! the bridle hung quite loose, and too evidently supported no weight at all. From this fact I could draw but one con- clusion—namely, that my ill-fated young friend, supposing the bridle to be his, and his descent into the depths had heen momentarily arrested by it—had been forc happy issue of our evict ed to relinquish his hold, and was by this time miles below us, hastening inaMe corridors of the eart s way to the central planetary fires. Poor fellow! So Imogene’s mystic per- ception had not availed us to save him, though it might afford us such satis tion as wotild assist in being able to ¢ to his fate. As this melancholy conv impressed itself upon me, I turned to look at my companion, expecting, yet dreading, to see it reflected in her face. But she was no longer beside m: through crust CHAPTER III. Greatly startled, I jumped to my feet, and was immediately relieved by s¢ ng her coming out of the thicket behind, with a long rod in her hands, having at one end a hook or barb formed by the base of a twig which had been broken off. Her ex- pression, as she met my glance, was f of purpose and energy. but showed symptoms of despair. What did the girl mean to de? Was she going to fish for her lover with that absurd Instrument? She came quickly up and said something a rapid tone, but owing to the noise what it was. She threw herself down upon the brink, with the rod in her right hand, and, re: , begam to make pa at the h is with the object of catch- ing the barb 1 thought I divined ber reason. It w to examine the headstall at close quarters, so as to determine (as she would doubtless be able to do) whether it were Tom's or not. She was not going to sive him up for lost until she was cer- ain that he had been carried over the falls. A very sensible precaution. It also now occurred te me—strange I had not thought of it before—that perhaps Tom had got safe ashore and only his horse had e down to perdition. Obviously, it was yet too soon to despair. I was wrong in all my surmises, as the Imogen had never doubted was in the hole, or that we get him safe out again. , She fished and presently succeeded in catching hook in the angle of the bit. Then away, the she hauled In. What was my astonishment to see the all Jerked quickly back to {ts origi- It was not the action of the had done this, but some hu- Imogen turned to me with a triumphant smile. She put her mouth to my ear and shouted out: “It's all right. He knows we are here, now. Get the rope and lower it down so he can fasten him- self to it.’ unable to account for Though utterly what had happened, I seized the rope, which was upwards of thirty feet in length. Ata di: ance of ten feet behind us a stout young tree was growing, with a smooth trunk some seven_ inch in diameter. I took a hitch round this with one end of the rope, and carefully let the other drop over the edge of the rock. The strong cur- rent of air which was carried into the abyss by the rush of water caused the loose end of the repe to incline inward, and I had little difficulty in so directing it that it fell just behind the peak of rock to which the bridle hung. It went out of sight; but the next moment I had the inexpressible satisfaction of feeling it caught and strong- ly pulled downward. I payed it out, and had used up all but a few feet of the slack, when the pull ceased and certain irregular movements seemed to indicate that the person at the other end was making him- self fast to it. In a couple of minutes a sharp jerk an- nounced that he was ready. Now came the most difficult and critical part of the operation. Availing oureslves of the pur- chase afforded by the tree, we had to haul a solid young man up through a distance of at least seven or eight feet and over the rough edge of the arch. If he got stuck on the way, or if the rope broke, he w lost beyond 1p enture. But Iam anx- ious to save you as much as possible of the anxiety which we couldn't escape; brief, after five minutes of the hardest of work, in which Imogen teok her share, we enjoyed the unforgetable tion of seeing the head of hom Z 8 Sedley arise dike a new sun above the hor- izon of the arch. Another desperate haul, a frantic scramble or two, 2nd lo! he lay gasping before us like a new-landed drenched, draegled, torn and breathle: but alive and, with the exception of a few scratches and bruises, quite uninjured. Imogen and I were nearly or quite as much exhausted as he; but I retained enough s sciousness to remember that the two lovers might have some private information to impart to each other, and in order that they might do so without delay or embarrassment I muttered some- thing about looking after the horses and s away in that direction, I re- mained away half an hour. Then I beheld them arm in arm, absorbed in e r and having evidently totally But the sensitiv tion of young peo- full gratitude and consi ple in their vial. T had been too often surprised already that morn- ing to feel any surprise at that. Besides, I had, after all, done nething except to pull on a rope; it was Imozep, and she only, who 1 saved Master Thomas, “Well, Tom,” said I, as they cilme up are looking a bit off color, my Woy. Is it in such attire that io meet your you are wont tb ride forth jy love? 4knd where, now I think of it, is your horseg Is that the en shanted bridle of 1 that you nd are you lcok ed steed Or were it not more fittingt that you put the Lit between your own teeth and surrender the birdle to the fair Imogen?” Tom, as I have said, was born'in England, and om achieved a comprehension of what we Ameri are ple to regard s pleasantry. H @ a short laugh and aid: Fg “Oh, , poor beast, get carried over the ou krow. )By Jove, I had a narrow of it myself, rather! If the of it would hav I wouldn’t_ wond And then, don’t you know, just as I was b. ing swept round that bit of rock that stands up there, you know, the tackle caught on it somehow, and I kept a grip on it, and the rext moment, by Jove, there I was right, e that I couldn't get out a that's to say. “Oh, you were th were you? and where, pray, was that? “Why, down below, on the other side. water doesn’t come there, don’t you s I see! down there where a fellow can sit down, with his legs hanging over, and be quite comt 0 when T found I couldn't crawl out, why, I just squatted down there and made thi of it, as you might say s rather a nasty place, thou You ys We just s and let the bridle h: till Imogen came and nibbled at it and you were angling for us. You were sure we'd come after you, I suppose?” “Oh, I thought I'd be sure to get out some how,” replied the young fellow, with the incorrigible confidence of six and twenty. “The flood would have gone down after a bit, you see; and then there’d have been some on crossing the ford, and so on. I say, though,” he added, ingenuously, “it’s a bit queer, don’t you think, that Imogen should have known where I was ? Because I hadn't told her, you know; and, in fact, I didn’t know myself till I got there. You Yankee girls are clever,” sighed he, with a glance of complacent admiration at his beloved. “She tells me she had a presentiment or something,” he went on, with a laugh; “but I suppose it was just a sort of accident. Funny, though, wasn't it?” “One of those accidents that will some- times occur in the best regulated love af- fairs. But tell me, Tom, how did you happen to get into this scrape? Why didn’t you go to meet Imogen in the usual way, instead of coming round here and giving us all this work? It was some- thing of a risk, after all, and next time the accident theory might not connect.” “Oh, that was only that I wanted to ride over to June Pen, to look at some cattle that were offered me there, and I figured it Approaching Arm in Arm. out on the map that I could take a bridle path from there through the w would bring me to the four corn | to meet Imo; t_half-1 e so it would, adn’t been for that con- foun: being down, you know. I'd | neve ht of that, Of course, T was | hound to get across, if I could, poner than | imming the I knew I was go back, but m first thing I kne: ho was and the in for it. I fancy I'd have been late, though,” he a looking at Imogen. “I'd have had a good six miles to zo after getting across, and I hadn't been in that hole long when you two got h statement arovsed my curiosity = do you call ‘not long?” I in- “A couple of hours?” me, it was nothing like that! I r it seemed lon. to me than but it couldn't have been oy suppo: really wa fifteen or twenty minutes at the out “Well, Imogen,” said 1, tainly are smart, even for a Y, Imost pny of them, I suppose, pn the unexpected and ext peril in which her lover lay in the heart of a tr. less f¢ st a dozen miles very ordinary accomplishme must be, | think, comparativel pptional to be able to see all the details of an event a good two hours before they have taken place, and to get there blindfold in the nick of time to prevent the victim from getting bored. Are you in the habit of doing suen things, my dear, and would you mini tell- ing how it is done?” Tmogen—who, you will observe, hal not spoken a word since she came up, but had sat feasting her eyes in ineffable felicity upon her heroic 1 s, shook her head, smiled faintly, and replied: “I don’t know. ems like a dream, now. No, L never hing like it before. I hope I never ; that But it shall ag: And he has promised me never to ¢ a river again except on a bridge. Would you mind letting him ride home on your horse? He's so tired I'm sure it will hurt him to walk.’ There was in this reqvest something go convincing of the reality of human iove between the sexes, that I am sure I should have acceded to it without a murmur had Tom permitted me to do so. But he loudly and scornfully declared that he was as fresh as a daisy, and a walk was just what he needed to prevent catching cold; be- sides, nothing would induce him, he was kind enough to say, to permit “an old man” Uke me to go afoot while he was in the saddle. So it was arranged that I should ride on in advance and give warning to Imozep’s father of the approach of the young people, while he walked beside Imo- s horse. I have no doubt that she did t to persuade him to ride, the in- stant I was out of sight; but I am not less convinced that he declined the offer. As I have intimated, though ‘Tom has his limt- ions, I feel very safe in trusting Imogen to him. I rede to Imogen’s house, and told the whole story to the old gentleman. He grunted, rubbed his nose, and gazed ont at me under his thick gray eyebroy othing miraculous in her seeing him, sir,” he Said, when I finished. “On the contrary, would have been miraculous if she hadn't, A truly spiritual love like hers do you call not long?” IT in- quired. “What {s superior to the material conditions that bind other fol Her spiritual sight was opened— ; and if she hadn't been able to do what you say did, she woudn't have been my daughter! “Hat how about her seeing what had not a place?” I persisted. What has time to do with turned the old nileman, “Wh need, my good sir, is a stroke or two of paralysis to clear your brain, You're alto- gether too corporeal!” (The End.) A Give a case of the fisherman at both ends of the line—we thought we were angling for you, She (nadveriently)—"Oh, ye Away. 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If the fates give no son to the Duke of Marlborough, who was married last week, the dukedom anc¢ Blenheim Castle and a lot of miscellaneous titles and appurte- nances will descend to a very manly and bright young fellow who stepped off the Cunard steamship Etruria the other day, and looked around as if expecting to see Indians climbirg stockades to grapple with Eldest settlers intrenched behind them. It is his first visit to this country The young Mr. W. Spencer man w Churchill, eldest son of the brilliant Lord Randolph Churchill. The latter was the brcther of the last Duke of Mariborough, end so Mr. Churchil) and the present duke are cousins. Blenheim and its title in one ix stance Gescended through the female line, but those who are posted on the ways end manners of landed estates and titles in gland say that this can never happen gain. So if Mariborough has no son Mr. Churchill will be some time duke. The young man is a lieutenant in the Ferrth Hu: , A crack which every officer is a man distinguished ither by wealth or blood. His mother is an American, nee Jerome, and as his father was one of those rare persons, an English- man with a sense of humor, Mr. Churchill has plenty of fun in his composition. It hardly seems possible that nature has des- tined a man with humor in his composition to sit in the house of lords. Mr. Churchill, with his chum, Mr. R. W. R. Barnes, slso a lieutenant in the Fourth rs, got a two months’ Jeaye of ab- sence from the war office to go down to Cuba and see some of the fighting. They have letters to Gen. Martinez Campos. They will be his guests for a month, and they Will watch his tactics against the revolutionists. oe Pensive Pencilings. From the Somerville Journal, A young woman has to love a young man very much to be wholly satisfied with the amateur photographs that he makes of her. “A life of ease is a difficult pursuit,” says Cowper. Perhaps he meant that it is a hard thing to catch. There are 14,000,000 clocks in this coun- try, and fifteen or twenty of them may be ‘ght. If tight sleeves do come in fashion again some of the cloth mills will have to le idle for a while. Ninety per cent thought and ten per cent speech Is a good safe rule for any one to follow. At Jonkoping, Sweden, there ts a monster machine, which makes 1,000,000 boxes of matehes per day; but that doesn’t help the man in the woods who wants to start a fire and hasn't one. Few people are absolutely free from super- stition. Like love, everybody gets at least a little of it in a lifetime. ‘The man who has put all his money into flying machines is disappointed when his riches do not take to themselves wings and fly aw If there were no opposition to wearing bloomers on the bicycle, maybe the dear creatures wouldn't care to wear "em. There are only thirty-three Masonic de- grees, but the thermometer often takes nine- .ty in the summer time. -ses—-—__—_ At the Door. T thought myself indeed secnre, So fast the doom, s¢ firm the lock; But, lo! he toddling comes to lure nt ear with timorous knock rar M: heart were stone could it withstand book, sof its tempting charms, z wide the door, 1 took i darling in my arms. And, pent! 1 Who knows but in Eternity, I, like a trnant child, sliail walt The glories of a life to Beyoud the Hexvenl ‘8 gate? And will that Heaven ther heed ‘The truant’s su Deserted His Bride. A dispatch to the Glohe-Democrat says Mr. and Mrs. Patrick J. Burke took the 8 o'clock train on the Consolidated road last evening for Winsted, Conn. While it was going forty miles an hour Burke leaped from the car. The train was stopped, and at the foot of an embankment was found the pla where Burke landed, but no Burke. The train proceeded, and a posse, headed by Mrs. Burke, started back. Up to midnight the man had not been found. in The boys living Burrville say they saw a man without y hat running down the tracks in the direction of Torrington. Last Jan ry Burke was to wed Miss An- na Nunan of Winsted, in St: Joseph’ Chureh, On the day set, St. Joseph's was filled with friends of the couple. M Nu- nan was there, but no Burke. He had fled the town the night be Miss Nunan attached his property a an a suit for nd be breach of promise. Weeks afterward Burke returned and they wer arried. Since that time Burke has 1} ing to run away again Burke has been deserted at the altar on three ent occasions, big enough I know it is. RAILROADS. PENNSYLVANIA RAILROAD Btation corner of 6th and B streets. In effect November 17, 1895. 10:30 A.M. PENNSYLVANIA LIMITED. Pullman Sleeving, Dining, Swoking and Observation Cara Harrisburg to Chicago, Ciuciunati, Indianapolis, St. Louis, Cleveland and Toledo. ' Buffet Parlor Car to urrisburg. 10:30 A.M. FAST LINE.—Pullman Buffet Parlor €ar to Harrisburg. Varlor and Dining Cars, Harrist urg. to Pittsburg. 8:40 P.M. CHICAGO AND ST. LOUIS EXPRESS,— Pullman Buffet Parlor Car to Harrisburg. § ing and Dining Cars, Harrisburg to St. Cincinnat!, Louisville and Chicago. THO UM. WESTERN EXPRESS.—Pullman Steep ing Cac to Chicago and Harrisburg to Cleve Dining Car to Cricago. 7:10 PM. SOUTHWESTERN EXPRESS,—Pullman Sleeping and Dining Cars to St. Louis, and Sleep- dng Car Harrisburg to Ciuclunati, 10:40 P.M. TACIFIC EXPRESS.—Pullman Sleep- ing Car to Pitusburg. 7:30 A.M. for Kane, Canandaigua, Rochester and ro fRbArS Falls daily: except Sunday. E . for Elmira and Renovo, daily except Su For Williamsport daily, 3340 TA i for Williemsport, Rochester, Buffalo and ‘Niagara Falls daily, except Saturday, with, ep fog Car Wasbington to Suspension’ Bridge v1 Botta 10:40 P.M. for Erte, Canandaigua, Rochester, Buf- falo and Niagara Falls dally, Sleeping Car Wash- ington to Elmira. ‘or Philadelptia, New York and the East. y MI. “CONGRESSIONAL LIMITED,” daily, all Parlor Cars, with Dining Car from Baltimore! Regular at 7:05 (Dining Car), 7:20, 9:00. 10:00 ining Car), and 11:06 (Dining Car from Wsl- mi 45, 8215, 4: On Sunday 7:05 (Dining Car), 7:20, M img Car from Wilmington), 12:15, 3:15, 4:20, 6:40, 10:00 and 11:35 P.M. For Philadelphia only, week days. Express, ‘1 5:40 P.M. daily. For Boston, wnhout change, 7:50 A.M. week days, and 3:15 P.M. daity. For Baltimore, 6:25. 7:05, 7:20, 7:5u, 9:00. 10:00, 10:30, 11:00 ‘and 11:50 A.M., ‘12:15, 12:45, 2:01, 13, 9:40, (4-00 Limited), 42 B40. i. iB 10x For Pope's Creek Line, daily, except Sunday. For Annapolis, 7:20, 9:00 A.M., 12:15 and 4:20 ¥.M. daily, except Sunday. Sundays, 9:00 A.M. and 4:20 PIM. Atlantic Coast Line. Express for Richmond, Jack- sonville and Tampa, 4:30 A.M., 3:46 P.M. daily. Richmerd ani Atlanta, 8:40 P.M. daily. Hieb= moon only. 1027 AMM. week. Gaya. Accommodation for Quontico, 7:43 A.M. datly, and 225) For Alc 45, 10:57, 11:50 A 6:15, 8:02, "1 Alexandria for Washington, 6:05, 6:43, 7:05, 210, 10:15, 10:28 A.M.,'1:00, 2:15, a t the station, 6th and B streets, where orders can be left for the checking of baggage to destination from hotels and residences, J. R. Woon, SM. PREVOST, General Manager. General Passenger Agent. nol6 CHESAPEAKE AND OHIO RAILWAY. Schedule in effect November 6, 1595. Trains leave daily from Union Station (B. and P.), Gth and B sts. piioush the grandest scenery in America, w! e handsomest and most complete solid’ train ice west from Washington. 25 PLM 7 Glncinnat! aan St. Lovie dl ed, Newly Equipped, Elec- vd ‘Train. Pulluan’s finest lighted, ing cars to Lexington, Ky.; Cin- cinnati, Indianapolis and St. Louis daily’ and Louis- ville, Ky., except Saturday. Dining Car from Washington. Arrive Cincinnati 8:00 a.m.; In- dianapclis, 11:30 a.m., and Chi 5:30 p.m.; St. Leuts,’ 6° 5 3 Louts- ville, 11:50 a 11310 P.M. F.F.V. Lim- ited." A solid vest! and Pullman Sleepers Louisville without chang ington te Virginia Hot Weanesdays and Saturday Hinton. “Arrive Cincinnati, 5:50 p.m.; Lexington, 6:00 p.m.; Louisville, 3 Indianapolis, 11:05 p.m.} Chicago, 7: ind ‘St. Louis, 7:30 a.m.; couneets in r all points, 10:57 A.M., EXCEPT SUNDAY.—For Old Point Comfort and Norfolk. Only rail line. 2:25 P.M. DAILY.—Express for Gordonsville, Charlottesville, Waynesboro’, Staunton and princi= pal Virginia points, daily; for Richmond, daily, “Pullman “iocath nd ote ‘allman ‘locations and tickets at company’s fives, 518 and 1421 Pennsylvania avenue, H. W. FULLER, no6 General Passenger Agent. SOUTHERN RAILWAY. (Piedmont Air Line.) Schedule tn effect November 3, 1895. All trains arrive and ieave at Pennsylvania nger Station, 8:00 Aat.—Daihy “took! for Danville. Connects af Manassas for Strasburg, daily, except Sunday, and at Lynchburg with the Norfolk and Western dally, and with C. & O. daily for Natural Budge and Clifton Forge. 11:15 A.M.—Daily—The UNITED STATES FAST MAIL, carries Pullman Buffet Sleepers New York and ashington to Jacksonville, uniting at Char lotte with Pullman Sleeper for Augusta; aiso Duil- man Sleeper New York to New Orleans via Mont- gomers, connectig at Atlanta with Pullmas Sleeper for Binaingham, Memphis and St. Louis. ‘01 P.M.—Local for Strasburg, daily, except Sums ‘39 P.M.—Daily—“Exposition Flyer,” Pullman Sleeper New York and Washington to Atlanta, Vestibuled Day Coaches Washington to Atlanta, jed train, with dining car Cincinnati, Lexington and Pullman Sleeper Wash- iprings, without change, pe Observation. car from 1 F.M.—Daily—Local for Charlottesville. 10:43 P.M.—Daily—WASHINGTON AND SOUTH WEST VESTIBULED LIMITED, composed of Pullman Vestibuled Sleepers and Dining Cars, Pull- man Sleepers Washington to Asheville and Hot Springs, N. C. New York to Memphis via Birm- irgham, New York to New Orleans via Atlanta and Mintgomers, and New York to Tampa via Charlotte," Columbia and Jacksonville. Vesti- buled Day Coach Washington to Adanta. Parlor Car Columbia to Augusta. Dining Car from Greensboro’ to Montgomery. TRAINS BETWEEN WASHINGTON AND ROUND HILL leave Washington 1 A.M. daily and 4:45 DM. daily, except ‘Sunday, and 6:25 P.M. Sun- days only, for Round Hill; 4:32 P.M. + except Sunday, “for Leesburg, and 6:25 P.M. daily for Returning, arrive at Washington 8:26 and 3:00 P. daily from Round Hill, 7: A.M. daily, except Sunday, from Herndon, an’ 8:34 A.M. daily, except Sunday, from Leesburg. Through traias from the south arrive at Washing- ton 6:42 A.M. 11:45 A.M., 2:20 P.M. and 9:40 ly. Manassas Division, 9:45 A.M. daily, except Sunday, and 8:40 A.M. daily from Char- lottesvi'le. Sleeping Car reservation and information t offices, 511 and 1300 Peunsylvania ave Peansylvania Railroad Passenger Sige W. B. GREEN, General Superintendent. J.M. CUSP, ‘Trame Maaizer. . 1 Tussenger Agent. L. S. BROWN, Gen. Agt. Pass. Dept. BALTIMORE AND OHIO RAILROAD. Schedule in effect November 4, 1895. Leave Washington from station corner of New, Jersey avenue and © rt. For Chicago and Northwest, Vestibuled Limited trains 11:80 a.m., 8:20 p.m. For Cincinnati, 'St. Louis and Indianapolis, Vestl« buled Limited 3:45 p.m., Express 12:01 night. For Pittsburg and Cleveland, Express daily 11:30 a.m. and 8:40 p.m. For Lexington and Staunton, 11:80 a.m. For Winchester and way stations, °5:30 p.m. For Luray, Natural Bridge. Roanoke, Kuorvill Chattanooga, Memphis and “New Orleans, 11: p.m. daily; ‘Sleeping Cars through. For Luray. 3:45 p.m. daily. For Boltimore, week days, 27:10, F 4:28 p.m. Sund For Frederick, °4:30, °5:30 p.m. For Hagerstown, *1 -m, For Boyd and way polnts, *9:40, ! For hersty ind way past . 94:33, 95:85, 0 p.m. . 211:30 p Washington Junction and way points, 19:00, 11:15 p.m. Express trains, stopping at F principal stations only. ee ave PHILADELPHIA, RUYAL BLUE 1 ins illuminated with pintsch light. Sind New York, Boston sand the (7:00, Dining’ Car), 8:00 (10:00 11:30 (12:30, Dining Car), 3:00 (12:01 night, Sleeping Sundays (7:00, Din- . Dining Car), (12: z Car), 8:00 (2 For 9:30 a.m., trains. Buffet Parlor 3 Pu nt id 11:30 a.m., 12:30 For Atlantic p.m. a. ¥ sundays only. “EExpress Baggage called for and checked from hotels and residences by Union Transfer Co. on orders left at ticket offices, 619 Pennsylvania avenue northwest, New York uxcmue and 15th street and at depot. R. B. CAMPBELL, CHAS. 0. SCULL, Gen. Manager. Gen. Pasa. Agt. not FALL AND WINTER RESORTS 1 IGHTUN VILLA-LOCATED AT FOR sal Brighton Beach, Bay Ridge, Md., and the block jots, each in wh hit stands, containing twenty Boxt4 di Brighton Villa 1s a commu house containing thirte uated as to command an ext vew of te Chesap-ake Bay. Si nw. HALL——A SANATORIUM. Atlantic City, = a ay tet of a first-class, ul am heat, © a grate area: electricity, baths, ete. Table unexcel Cpen ail the year. Address Dr. WM. H. H. BULL, se23-te ATLANTIC CITY 5 rue celebrated 1 winter resort by the sea, The Celera OTEL AYMORE. o 11 1d service first-class. SE ee Oe 8 WEI oe se23-86t Proprietor. Tn 6 N_ AVE tpn all the elevat ASBURY PARK, N, a. “The Victoria. Fronting ocean, all Improvements; 15th Geason; accommodates "S60! terme ‘moderate and reduced after September 1) 8 KEMPE. au2h