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{ comes SgRReE NEE ase | EAT THE SIGN OF=ase- B38: = 2 ==THE GOLDEN HORN. § from Frank’s lips the moment his eyes fell on the handwriting on the envel- his heel, and ht to the} ope. He tore it open, and his hand nearest telegraph office, sent off his shook as he read it. A sound that was second tele m that day. It j-| partly a groan, partly a growl of rage, dressed to the chief of the criminal in. aned him; but when he had fin- department, Scotland ned reading he turned to Hurrell and telegraph clerk stared as | Said: | it, and eyed the lank, impass- “It is from Miss Joyce. It seems that vyho handed} She fell into bad hands—was kidnap- ous charae- | Ped by this very man you have been n thus: telling me about, Kisch, and actually wanted for the | confined by him in his house—in My- on Horn, i Sore Lodge it must have been—for sey- ving at} weeks. She was set free by Clo- ce, Deptford how did he find out about her, 1 CHAPTER XXI—(Continued.) Clovis nodded to the girl, turned on ger man who is omitted at the G st autumn, rtoum ‘Tei Read, Dulwich, Will leave to-night or | Wond and she says he has been to row morning. May easily be ar-| Very k She was in (an hos- rested now.” ts pital for some d my poor Ursula!— and now she living at Highgate. She has been terrified out of her sens- s s, by that wretch, -h, who has been looking in at her window, and threatening her again. She’ wants to know how she can es- cape from him. She says she feels as if she could not be safe, now that he knows where she is. George,” and his voice shook pitifully as he spoke, “you must let me go to her. We were to have been married, you know, if it had not been for her father—the way he is death. You will come orge, but you won’t hinder For our old friendship, rge, don’t deny me!” The big inspector trembled, tried to speak, and could not. “Can't you trust me, Lester?” said Hurrell will take her to some pla where she will be quite ont of this ras: s reach. I will tell her I) come yu.” no! Don’t you see, it is me she needs? She does not know you. She does not know whom to trust. I must see her! I really must, George—” “It's a dereliction of du I suppose They'd cashier me if I uch a thing.” ve you my word not to Surely, you can trust Clovis then went b: to London, and taking a train f Dulwich, he sent off the third telegram. It w: sential that it should be dispatched from the Dulwich district; but Clovis L not send it off as soon as he ar- ed. He wert and dined first, and even then it was too early. For the third message could not be sent until near the time when it was po: that Ursula’s letter could have delivered. At length he dispatched it, and his hand trembled as he handed it to the telegraph clerk. And yet it looked in- nocent enough. “rank Lester, Wyvern Road, and go e, Holloway. es- v my going? s Joyce, 34, Leave to- Norfolk It is kind of pri- | yate hospital, and you will be quite safe there for the night. Will see you to-morrow. Have wired matron. Cour- age. No cause for alarm if you follow my instructions nute or wo later, when the mes- was winging its way over the s, Clovis felt if he would have given the world if it had not been sent. For the first time in his life he saw | you know elf to be the despicable wretch he | Were to do Yet he did not repent. He might ; e sent a second telegram re 01 first. He did not. He d me s that goes? No one need He shuddered at the thought | ever kno We can come back here, And yet he would } #nd all you'll have to say at Scotland ‘ Yard is that I was out for the evening, and you arrested me when I returned. You have not arrested me yet,” he add- ed, with a sad smile, “so it’s quite true. “I think you might do it, George, for old acquaintance sake!” “Dash it, Master Frank, you should not tempt a fellow so! But I can’t help doing a: ou ask me. I daresay itll be all right; and if not—well! there’s other things in the world be- sides being a police inspector. So let’s be. off at once.” the hin-self. of his own vileness. not turn back on the path of evil he | had chosen. CHAPTER XXII. A Deretiction of Duty. On the morning of the same y Frank Lester was sitting on one side of his hearthstone and Hurrell on the other. Hurrell not unfrequently came Frank thanked him with a grip of to see him, nominally to report what he | the nd that would have crushed a was doing to find Ursula, but really | weaker fist than Royston’s; and a min- for the kind motive of affording him a | ute later the three men were hurrying little companionship. He could guess | toward the nearest railway station. how intolerable the young man They were delayed somewhat on the at times feel the loneliness of his life. | journey by having to wait for t nd, indeed, Frank would long ago | and it was late before they reached the ye quitted England, if it had not | row of small houses, in one of which been tor the mystery that encircled | Ursula lived. Ursulz’s fate. He could not go abroad They found the house and rang the until he knew what had become of hei bell, and at last Frank felt able to and as time went on, it seemed les breathe freely. nud less likely that he would ever But the first words uttered by the know. girl who-opened the door fell like lead The two men had dined together in | op his heart. simple ion. Th had been talking “Mi Joyce left this hevening, sir,” over Va us de s for finding Ursn- | said Emma, her sharp eyes recogniz- and Hur- | ing the t that one of the reil knew it even as he suggested them, | was a member of the police fore but he could not bear to tell Lester , she didn’t leave no address.” that nothing could be done. conceiving that the last thing Ursula As they were talking, a ring v would have wished w that strangers heard at the door; and the ne: should have been enabled to follow ment 2 voice was heard in the pa ', she made as though to close the Lester turned pale. It was an unus 1g for visitors to come for his land- lady, and certainly he wanted none. His door opened, and a powerful young man, with the upright beari of a man who has been drilled, into the room. la. T y were all worthles: “Stop! Stop!’ said Frank, pushing himself to the front. “It’s of the great- est consequence that we should be able to find out at once where Miss Joyce ; has gone. Can’t you think of some way of following her?” “No, sir; I can’t.” “But, y—wait one moment. Did she ye no message for me—for Mr. Lester?” “Are you Mr. is hand. “This n ne,” he con tinued, turning to Hurrell—"I may the oldest friend I have in the w Many a bird’s nest have George and I | Is | Lester?: She got your ?But I sent her no tele- it you did, sir, telling her to go away somewhere, She said it was bet- ter that I should not know where she going, so that I might tell anybody sked me that I didn’t know. But you must have mentioned the address in the telegram.” “But I tell yéu I sent her none! It have been a forgery!” His dis- omething wrong, Mas- id the other, heaving a pas Can't you speak, man k, did you ever hear | ¢ “Good h He sank into a chair trembling in ry limb. dave the wr tress wa sent you here to arrest me, Geo he gasped out. not but ask him to ercss the threshold. The yourg inspector nodded. He could barely speak. “They chose me because I knew you ‘They all crowded into the little pass- 1 would have begged off, y they would have con- nd another man, seeing that I was, as you might say,, one of the squir rvants. But then I thought maybe a stranger might not have shown you the consideration— might have made it harder for you.” “Thank you, George.” “f can’t think how you came to do it, sir.’ said the young man, simply, as if speaking to himself. Frank told him, and the young in- spector’s face brightened as he listen- ed. When Frank had finished, Roys- ton brought his fist down on the table with a bang that sounded through the house. “{ told then so!” he said. “I told them there was some stupid mistake. A child might see how it was! That old Joyce wasn't much account, any- how,’ he added, as an afterthought. “Tl pack up a few things, if that is | allow aid Frank, rising. “Yes, ch, yes! “Certainly, sir. But I’m afraid it’s | give us some hint,” said Frank. And my duty not to let you out of my ; he held cut his hand for the letter. t.” the officer added, with a blush. “You ain’t the lady,” said the post- » “Cll give you my promise not to try | man. to escape, if that will satisfy you,” “It's all right, postman,” said Hur- said Lester. rell.! “This is an inspector of police. “Your word will do,” said George, | He will see that nothing—why, what simply, returning to his chair. does this mean?” His eyes had fallen Another ring had sounded as they | upon the address, which he recognized had been speaking, and before Frank | as Blanche’s handwriting. Without could leave the room the servant en- |} asking anyone’s permission, he opened tered and handed him a letter. the envelope, and read the note aloud: A cry—a wild, passionate cry—burst | “A friend whom you do not know, age, and Hurrell suggested that they should search for the forged telegram, which might, possibly have been left behind. Emma, who was now _con- vineed that they were friends of Ursu- la’s, offered no objection; but the rooms Ursula had occupied were searched in vain. She had been only too careful to leave no trace behind her! y “I am afaid we can do nothing more to-night,” said Hurrell, in a low voice; and the inspector looked at his watch, to see whether it were possible to get the next train back to town, He knew j he was risking his reputation; and it seemed as if the sacrifice had been made for nothing. From the open docrway they could see the flickering light of the lantern carried by the postman, as.he made his last rounds for the night. He «ame in at the narrow gateway. “Miss Joyce?” he called out. by sight, sir and I dare: sented to si so evident that the girl could | Give it tome. It may | even by name, gives you this warn- ing. Beware of Isaac Kisch. He is not done with yoa yet, though I do not know why he should pursue you-in this way. Beware of him. Don’t let him know where you live. If he writes to you, do not answer his letters. He is now living at No. 15 Norfolk Square, Holloway. Don't go there on any ac- vie hake Don’t think lightly of this warn- ing—" He could read no further, for Frank had dashed past him, closely followed by the inspector.Hurrell stopped a mo- ment to tell the astonished Emma that it was all right, and to slip half a crown into her hand, and then he ran after the others, They easily guessed that the false telegram had been the means of induc: ing Ursula to do the very thing that the belated warning had told her not to do—it was réasonable to suppose that she had gone to Norfolk Square. But she might have been hurried off somewhere else. And no one could tell what might have happened to her, what evil might have been done her, by an unscrupulous and vindictive man like Kisch. Would they be there in time to save her? CHAPTER XXIII. At No. 15, Norfolk Square. It w: a heart full of gratitude | that Ursala r the telegram that ad- vised her to go to Norfolk Square for the night. It never occurred to het that her letter might have traveled quicker than usual.” She thought it was like Frank to have answered her at once, but she did think it odd that he should put off his visit to her until the next day. However, it was all right now. Frank would know exact- ly what was best for her to do. Frank would to it that she no longer went t of Kisch. a matter of course, she proceeded to act on the telegram at once. Emma, fiving for a cab, followed the télegraph boy down the street. Ursula had her trunk ready packed, and her bill paid, so that, by the time the cab was at the door she was ready to leave. She had not five miutes to wait for a train, and in a very short space of time she arrived at Norfolk Square. The door was opened to her by a grave, severe-looking woman in a stiff, upiform-like dress, who asked her to ik into a small waiting room on the ground floor, while she made inquiries. | In a minute or two she returned, and said that it was all right. Woul she | please to come up st: 2 | Ursula, believing that she was in a | hospital, was not surprised that she was not taken to a sitting room. She followed her guide to the third floor of the house without hesitation, and en- tered a large, cheerful bed room, well Turnished, with a bright fire burning in the grate. Ursula took off her hat and jacket and threw them on the bed with a sigh of relief. At last, she thought, her troubles were over. After sitting before the fire for « |few minutes she thought she would | like a cup of tea, so she got up and | rang the bell. ‘Phe tall, severe-looking | woman answered it, and, in reply to ‘her request, said it was against the | rules to send up tea to the bed rooms, but she might have chocolate or coffee. Ursula, without giving the matter a | Second thought. ked for coffee, ang | the woman retired, shutting the door | behind her. A faint click caught Ur- | sula’s ear, and she sprang to her feet with a look of alarm in her face. She flew to the door and tried it. It was locked. A great fear chilled her blood and sapped her strength. Was it possible that she had fallen again into the hands of her enemies? Or could this be a custom in any respectable house? She paused, with her hand on the | bell, and resolved to wait until t nurse (as she supposed her to be) should bring up her coffee. Meantime she put on her hat and ja A quarter of an hour p wher there s not a sé ed, and i in the ‘oner? We had better see about it at once,” said the Jew, with his eyes on the sloor. | He turned from ner and went into a | small room on the ground floor. He pr Diind entirely covered the window. He then opened the coal scuttle, took | out the e of the phial containing the morphia for the injection, and poured away a teaspoonful of it. He then un- ; locked an old-fashioned desk which stood on a side-table, and took from it very tiny phial, from which he filled | up the vacant space in the larger one. | Winally, he poured away the few drops (of liquid that remained in the little | phial he had taken from the desk, | opened the window, and, after listen- ing a~moment, to make sure that no one was in the square, sent the phial Nying out, and heard it smash against the brick 1 that supported the gar- den railings in the center of the square. What he had dropped into the vhial virulent blood poison. His ob- ct was that Ursula should die, to all appearance, in a perfectly natural manner, under the eyes of urimpeach- able witnesses. What he intended to | do was to administer-the morphia in- jection, for which he had the doctor's authority, by force if necessary. With the. merphia, a deadly poison would | enter the girl’s veins. As soon as the | disease became serious, he would have | her removed to a_ public hospital. Whatever accusation she might bring | against him would be considered to be | caused by delirium. If not, he was ready for a visit from the police. They might suggest what they liked, but they could prove nothing. He knew that, apart from his confederates, there was not a scrap of corroborative evidence in existence. Once in the hospital, Ursula would bq treated for blood-poisoning. She would die—die in torment, very likely; he could not belp that—and the estate he coveted would one day be his own. At any rate, the twelve thousana pounds would be recovered. And he should have outwitted Eugene Clovis. That sometimes appeared to him the most satisfactory part of the whole scheme. Having closed the window, Kisch turned down the gas and went out in- to the passage, holding the poisoned o phial in his hand. The woman was | waiting for him. She started up stairs _ and he followed her. | At that moment a loud ring came to the door. They stopped and looked at | each other. Another ring. followed by house but their two selves and the } turned up the gas, and saw that the | several violent blows with the knock- er, admittance, Neither Kisch nor the womun moved, ‘There was no light in the hall, and Kisch determined that he would not open the door. A whispe1- ing waseheard outside; and a minute Jater Kisch heard the sound of a win- dow being raised—the windew of the room he had just left, which he bad neglected to fasten. Before Kisch had time to form any plan of action, a man burst out of the rvom, followed by another carrying a small bull’s-eye lantern, “That's he! That's Kisch!” shouted the second man, Hurrell; and the one who had first come in, Frank Lester, rushed up the steps and seized him by the throat. ‘The Jew fell, and as he fell the phial in his hand was dashed against one of the steps of the stair and broken. The woman had disappeared. Frank went down on top of his pris- oner; but he had no sooner regained his feet than a woman’s screams reached his ears. It was Ursula! In a few moments he fcurd the door of her room; and by the time Hurrell and Royston had secured Kisch, she was sobbing in his arms. (Lo be Continued.) Potato Seab, In nearly all potato sections the scab was especiaily bad the past sea- son, in some places causing the ruin of the entire crop. This. disease is cen- flencd almost entirely, in its worst forms, to soils in which lime or ashes have been used extensively, or where there is considerable decayed vegeta- ble mattr in the soil. Expert growe' | noW find that the best way to com the disease is to treat the potato be- fore planting. The cut seed potato is placed for a moment in hot water or a bath of diluted corrosive sublimate. In the potato sections of New Jersey, where the crop in the past summer was large and the tubers fine, these methods have been abandoned, and the cut potatoes are rolled in sulphur be- | fore planting. This method is cheap- jer, more rapidly performed and quite | as effective. , Chased Up a Tree ’Possum. A negro, being hotly pursued by dogs | that were guarding a farmhouse in the ; owner's absence, fled to a swamp and | climbed a tree for safety. In telling | about it afterward, he said: “Yes, suh! I wuz in a tight place, 1 tell you! Up dat tree I went, en dar I stayed fer two days en nights, wid dem dogs keepin’ guard at de foot. | When dey’d git tired dey’d relieve each yuther, but dey wuz allus a couple er | dem on duty all de time, so dat I wuz en ‘fraid ever’ minute ‘ud bring de ymer, Wid his gun!” “And you had nothing to eat all that time?” “Oh, yes, suh; I wuz well fix in dat respec’; I lived high, so ter speak.” “And what did you mlive on?” “Well, suh, ter make a long story short, dar wuz a ’possum up dat tree, likewise, en, bress God, he wuz ez *fraid er de dogs ez I wuz.”—Atlanta |, Constitution. ud Lived ov The Dreaded Comes to Pass. “Hush, now; your shoes squeak! Take them off.” “Do you think he is asleép?” “Yes: but don't breathe. Now wait.” “How infernally da the house is. Can't I light it up a little?” “Sh-h!. Certainly not. He hear the match. Come.” “Hang the stairs! How they creak!” “Step soft, Don’t stumble.” “Where are you?” “Keep quiet. Don’t breathe so loud.” “I-I can’t help it. I can’t hold it in.” “Sh-h-h!” “Fang that infernal chair!” “Now you've gone and done it! The baby is awake!’—Cleveland Plain Dealer. would A Surprise to the Village. A distinguished author visited his old home in the South the other day. | “Don’t you know that man on the post- ottice steps?’ a citizen said to an old | inhabitant, indicating the author. That feller with the beaver hat Yes.’ “I can’t say as I does,” said the man, after he had looked well at the author. “Well, that’s So-and-So, who used to live around here; he’s a great man now.” “Impossible!” exclaimed the pld in- habitant; “how could he ever ’mount to anything? Why, he used ter tote water ter my mules!”—Atlanta Consti- tution, cian. A Considerate Phy: Patient—Look here, Dr. Styx, I've got something to say to you. I hear you have been treating me for liver complaint, when, as a matter of fact, you should have treated me for chill- blains. Dr. Styx—Oh, well, it shan’t make any difference to you. | Patient—Shan’t make any difference | to me? What do you mean by that? | Dr. Styx—I charge 10 per cent more for liver complaint treatment than for treatment of chillblains. But, as it was my mistake, it shan’t cost you a cent more.—Boston Transcript. Smith—Brown came very near losing his wife yesterday. Jones—That so? en? Woman's Inconsistency. | How did it hap- ; Smith—They had a quarrel in the |}, morning, and after Brown had started down town his wife put on her things and went out, with the intention of | drowning herself in the river. Jones—And she failed to accomplish her purpose? | Smith—Yes; it began to rain before | she got half way, so she turned and hurried back home, for fear of getting her new hat spoiled.—Chicago News. The Missing Inuredient. “George, I was so lucky to-day! Looking through that old writing desk that belonged to your mother, I found a whole handful of dead flies.” “Why, what of that?’ “Why. I’m going to save ’em to make a cake with currants in it, just like your mother used to make.”—Cleveland Plain Dealer. Inconscistent, First Passenger—Excuse me, but I’m going to gpen this window. There is nothing I love more than fresh air. | Second Passenger—How inconsist- ent! You profess to love fresh air, yet you deliberately open the way for it to come in this car and get poisoned.— | Richmond Dispatch. ; MRS. GLADSTONE AT HOME, ‘Phen voices were heard demanding | 7°™™Y#°n's Tribute to Her Written Twenty-Seven Years Ago. Mrs. Gladstone recently celebrated | her 86th birthday, and every one wish- ed her all possible happiness, says the London Chronicle. She as been a veritable “angel in the hotse” and her loving care for her distinguished hus- band has passed into a proverb. Mrs. Gladstone’s vitality is marvelous and she preserves as active an interest in her many philanthropic works as of old. The eldest daughter of Sir Steph- en Glynne, Catharine Glynne and her sister attracted great admiration when they appeared in London society. When the Glynnes were on the continent in 1839 they met very frequently Mr. Glad- stone, who was even then a notable politician, having already filled the of- fice of under secretary for the colonies and also that of vice-president of the board of trade. Mr. Gladstone’s clos- est friend, Lord Lyttleton, had made as favorable an impression on the young- er Miss Glynne as Mr. Gladstone had made on her eldest sister, with the re- sult that all fashionable London was Shortly after this visit to Italy inter- ested to hear of the bethrothal of the two young politicians to the two love- ly sisters. The weddings took place on the same day, July 25, 1839. Mrs. Gladstone's good works began at a peri- od when it was not so fashionable as to-day for gentlewomen to frequent the slums, intent on ameliorating the con- dition of the poor. She was especially busy at the time of a devastating epi- demic which scourged the east end of London many years ago, and she was very frequently a visitor to the London hospital. Many a poor convalescent has had reason to bless the name of Mrs. Gladstone in connéction with the home which bears her name. At Ha- warden one sees at once how large a part philanthrophy plays in Mrs. Glad- stone’s beneficent life. There is her boys’ home close to the castle and not far from it is the home in which some old ladies are, thanks to her kindness, spending the evening of their days in peace. Tennyson’s words will find echo in many a heart to-day: “One could not but feel humbled in the presence of those whose life was evidently one long self-sacrifice, and, one would hope, quickened to more of it in one’s own life. Mrs. Gladstone wears herself out by all her hospital work in addition to the work of a prime misister’s wife.” That tribute was written twenty-seven years ago, and Mrs. Gladstone is still abel to enjoy fairly good health in her old age. TOTAL SOLAR ECLIPSE. One Will Be Seen by the People of America on May 28, 1900. The people of America will have a very unusual chance to see a total solar eclipse right here at home on May 28, 1890. Astronomers are even now study- ing the meteorological tables for past years in order to find the localities promising clearest skies, ‘says the Washington Post. The line of totality first touches the continent on the Paci- fic coast in Mexico, north of Cape Co- tientes, pursuing a northeast course, leaving Mexico at the mouth of the Lio Grande, crossing the gulf of Mexico and entering the United States at Atchafa- laya bay, Louisiana. The breadth of the line is about fifty miles. The eclipse will be total at New Orleans at about 8:22 a. m., Washington time. The eclipse will be visible in Macon, Ral- eigh, Norfolk and intermediate and neighboring points. Crossing-the ocean the land first touched is near the port of Coimbra, Spain, passing southeast across southern Europe and the Medi- terranean sea. Thus all the astrono- mers in both hemispheres will be with- in easy distance and with every facil- ity for using any amount of instrumen- tal equipment. The greatest duration will be two minutes, nine seconds, about the middle of the Atlantic oc2an. No Negro in South Africa. The word “negro” is not heard in South Africa excepting as a term of opprobrium. Over and over again have Afrikander Englishmen stopped me when speaking of Zulus, Basutos, Matabele and so on as negroes. “You in America only know the blacks who came over as slaves. Our blacks are fot to be confused with the materia) found on the Guinea coast.” THEIR ORIGIN. The cauliflower came from Cyprus. The eggplant is a native of Asia, Af- tica and South America. * Mushrooms are native to all temper- ate countries in short grass, Potatoes are native to Peru, and the Spaniards discovered them. From Spain they passed into Italy and Bel- gium. Melons were grown by the old Greeks and Romans and were carried to Am- erica by Columbus. The watermelon is native to Africa. The cabbage still grows wild in Greece, where it originated. Radishes were native in China, but have been grown in Europe for centuries. Garlic came from Asia and has been used since the earliest times. It formed part of the diet of the Israelites in Egypt, was used by Greek and Roman soldiers and African peasants. Brussels sprouts came from Belgium; beets are native to the southeast sea- coast of Europe; sage comes from south Europe; rhubarb from China and Tar- tary. The arrowroot is from South America. Cucumbers are native in the East In- dies and are grown in Cashmere, China and Persia. 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