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“Did what for the best?’ crled George | ever the world sce two such poor trav- Reeks, starting to his feet. “Where ‘s} , They separated and hurried off on elers? She, poor girl, believes me ‘to a ‘this young girl? ies cud iid as node otena pebteauel iat pe ahhed aoa oe aheriecte ‘A. gentleman came here last night | which she stands, or of the real state of |, iooked into each other's eyes gel er soon after you had gone to bed. He told] her case; her mind is completely un- | no need of words to tell that’ they had me that you had taken away this young | pinged. For my part, I have no name | gajjog ey ha Cc” ¥2 © Rickerby’s Folly 3 By TOM GALLON Coreg errr rear 60-0-0-0-0-00-000-00-0000-0-00-00 t CHAPTER XIV—(Continued.) Mr. Nugent Leathwood’s brain had | ma fon't know quite what you've done, or been tusy while she was talking. He] her shoulders. Outside, in the little | what you haven't done. But you've got you saw in the garden last night, left | gerstand—something that takes the began to conceive a plan so daring, and | narrow hall, they found Mrs. Reeks| me into a horrible muddle, and I don’t here secteriay, with his Ak They | norve out of me. Think, man—what it | P&S) Sives am interesting reason why have secured an engagement with some | yeans! The only creature on earth | Women novelists usually adopt pseudo- Oe yet se ludicrous on the face of it, and so designed to cheat the unsuspicious George Reeks and bring down punish- ment upon him, that he could scarcely forbear from laughing at the mere thought of it. But he kept a steady face, and looked at Mrs. Reeks with an mm of pity and sorrow for that woman which almost drove frantic. “My dear lady, far be it frem me to you any unnecessary pain,” he trembling fingers would allcw, and the carefully adjusted her cloak about waiting in the dark; that lady averted her face when she caught sight of Olive, and remained :tonily indifferent to the departure. But at the last moment, when his hand was actually upon the oater door, Nugent Leathwood came back and whispered swiftly in the ear of Mrs. Reeks: “Say what you like to ycur husband about this--or say nothing at all, just as you think best. But tell him that I expect the papers ae is to bring me within two days from ‘ris time. Le- girl out of his charge—a sort of abduc- tion, George. H2 suid that he was her natural and proper guardian; did not want scandal or fuss. took her away with him.” Mr. Reeks, in hopeless bewilderment, stood staring for a few moments at his wife, finally dropped the knife he held at his feet, and clutched both sides of his scanty hair ‘vith his hands. “George; don’t loox like that! What have I done? If you had only aold me what you intended at first—" “Don’t talk, my dear, don’t talk!” im- plored the unhappy Mr. Reeks. “I And he quite see what I am to do to get out of it. Now, let’s be calm; for Heaven’s sake, let’s be calm!” 4 He looked anything but calm himself, as he walked up and down the room, clutching his hair and muttering to himself; but, after a 1ew moments. he stopped in front of his wife and put a question. “Tell me—this man who came in the middle of the night and took away the girl—what was he like?” —no position—nothing. I dare not show myself or say who I really am. More that he, than all that, I cannot quit this place and leave that villain unpunished or my poor servant unavenged; I mean to see the end of this matter, be the end what it may.” “Yes; I thiak,I understand that. The only thing is, I suppose, for me to do over again what I have so disgracefully mismanaged, and take care of the young lady myself. The only thing is ~—-#here are we to take her?” “JT have thought of that,” replied Gil- bert, at once. “‘Th2 man Taggett, wnom smal! traveling show. He told me, be- fore he left, thrcugh Jemima, that they stepped to-night at Barnet, at a little inn called the Crovn and Cushion. He will be willing, I know, to take care of the girl. I have a plan in my head for bringing this rascal to book and mak-\ iixe the looks of you, and they think ing some of his villainies recoil on his own head, Jemima has gone to pre- pare Miss Mallory and to get her out of the house; I had made up my mind to take her away myself, in despair of any “Not a sign of her anywhere,” said Leathwood, savagely. I've stared into the face of every woman I've seen; I’ve raced down side streets after likely ones. Not a sign of her: and you?” “She ain't gorn my way—that I'll swear,” said Cornelius. ‘Nearly blown —I am, and not so muyh as a shake of her finger ‘ave I seen. What do you make of it? “I make treachery of it-<that’s what 1 make,” said Leathwood, closing the gate and standing for 2 moment in the darkness of the garden. “I don’t like it; there’s something here I don’t un- | wuo could be interested in her is dean —we know how; yet there are people conspiring and plotting to get this girl Why?” ‘Ow should I know?” asked Corne- lius, resentfully. “Maybe they don’t the gel would be better off somewhere else. Don’t ask me wh: “I can’t make it out,” said Leath- wood, thoughtfully. He was staring at the ground. He chanced to raise his Mrs. Craig Tells Why. Mrs. Pearl Craig (John Oliver Hob- “It is because,” she says, “of an un- accountable association in the popular mind betweer the writer and her hero- ines. So women use a man’s name, be- cause we are‘anxious that it should not be supposed that we were guilty of all the adventures of our hereines.”—Lon- don Dispatch to New York World. Saved Her Future Husband. A pretty little romance has come to ving his hand, with the delicate _ ~ 2 Sa ay ne matty, upon her arin; “but | gally, they are mine; but he shall have | .. Very ens nate with a swarthy | petter chance of doing so. No one Will | nead as he spoke, gave a sort of ery, | lsht as a result of a marriage license touch of sympathy, apes ja well'to be | the reward T promtsea jit she’ lets" me/ Shit mpe mack aves: Epoke tps St! |suspect old Jemimay. the sir pill Pe |iand’ clutched, * Cornelius, ‘Look ey ee Pear © eee eae frank. Your husband has, unfortun- | have them by that time; after ‘that I voloe i here directly. See, here is money; more | heaven's sake, look!” he whispered, or j mena tp Sohn Me iver ane ately. formed an attachment for this ) will take means .o force them trom him Mr. Reeks gasped. “Leathwood—by | than you will need. Will you Tun at |) Shning ake, Took” he wpe sin | Lelia” Keener at “iora, Ind. “Mise young lady (don’t ery out or make a|—and he will get nothing.” all that’s wicked!” he exclaimed. “My | once to the nearest livery stable or cab-|" Cornelius Veevers, with a. curt Keener is the young woman who es- noise, I beg of you), and has, for some| Before the startled Mrs. Reeks had love, ae went on, Rule semnerete ea Funk andinet aivehicle that will take:|\ccune cin wine ag though tron ne | naudie (alr t ae in flageing: 8. Pan purpose of his own, abducted her from | time to formulate a reply, or to ask any ness, ‘in one moment you have undone | yoy at once, and swiftly, to Barnet? | were stirring about his scalp, turned | from running on to a burning bridge her home. this very ight ae ne eee peathyenads ene the pipers (edhe ream aeage st Ra fret apo ne ee Be RR BD Gsty, to look in the same dirsetion Ubon near yee “rhe eile eas een the scart ee ee eee Rese pl ie bei a villain; in one moment you have siv- ene a took the money which the blind of that room they had cause] track to meet the train and waved their | | Cine) tre little sitting ‘: to remember so well, appeared again | sunbonnets until they attracted the at- ay possible. beh ‘ind thern. en that young and innocent girl back was pressed into his hand and ran out rood’ heavens!’ exclaimed the | candle and went into tne little sitting i tie dy, under’ her breath room and sat down. into the hands oe aman for est R0/ on his errand. He found a livery sta- ee wtie ele anion’ the Nel a ee Are FT ochite eat eae amie ough, my dear ma-| ‘Then for-the first time, when it was | Dame is too bad. I suppose T ONBHE 1 |-bie in a back street: and, by cheerful | tween the top and bo “ e- | overcome with gratitude that they em Sica és aitg.. te ee ‘ have told you; but do I look, my dear, a Pp ttom of the win- | braced the girls and made up a purse dem,” went on. Nugent, gNbIys 0 S08 | foe eos a realize what she | the sort of a man who would abduct a pane Sa copious bribes, soon ti | GoW: then disappearing, as suddenly | for them. Diver was the conductor of anxious, if posible, to escape any scan- | had done und to be very considerably | - Uv aind: Dither her ciate ur | 2 clesed four-w! ed vi -|as it had come. Cornelius breathed | the train, and e ce the incident dal; and, above all, to avoid having | frightened. | She began to understand, | FOURe im net dest of night into Neve | Bosal, Leaving this in a street out Hdd ving Ait telad 5 TOO dain ceeneR lic nie beats. tcc ines ee ees the name of a foolish, headstrong girl } from those concluding words her myste- | ,) tis aitiine réorn potats Do Tionk | Cae eee eee he hurried back to (To Be Continued.) | and i mixed up in such a business. I am her | rious visitor had used, that both he and Lad Nel bial ips Hand head find Gilbert talking earnestly to the : and has been paying her attention.— quarlion, as T have said; and if it be] the girl wore, in come curious fashion, | 't ™Y ge ll | a aa-|™umed figure of the young girl, while Bre Cincinnati Commercial Tribune. _— within my power, I should like to take | mixed up in that strange business of Mrs. Reeks »urst into tears, and ad-/ +1. 9iq woman stood quietly at a little A POET AND THE KING. —_——- the girl away with me at once, and as| Gilbert Rickerby. What if she had, mitted, through her sobs, that he cer-/ distance. There was no time for ex- Farmer Finds a Friend. quietly as possible. You tell me that | after all, made a blunder, and brought Falnly did ppt, dear; | Pl¢pations and courtesies in the dark-| The Former Hereafter Shalt write | _N2deau, Mich., Feb. ?d-—Mr. Nelson your husband is asleep; why should | upon her unfortunate husband greater ‘There, it is no use erying, ust ear; | hess, Gilbert and the little man half-| For the Magazines—The Work of De Rosier of this place, a prosperous your ins foolish gir! be staugsted outiof | periland: difittultigs than ‘before? #law- | ove Bee tao ti Drsineds a i over | persuaded, half-dragged the trembling Crmel Crstice. farmer, sixty-one years of age, has suf- the house as quietly as she was smug- | ever, her fears soon gave place to that again. Tne girl is inp a rapt ae girl along and helped her into the ve- | A poet, Whose lines never would scan, fered for years with Kidney Trouble. gied into it?” ¢ |-virtuous feeling of indignation, with | Po Sot out of the rises: tow hie eath- | jicle, Jemima staying benind to guard} was summoned before the kin; a]. Jie has tried many medicines, but “ Senn aie . | wood will have taken her. She can’t be s and found nothing to relieve him until he ‘ Mrs. Reeks was in too great a state} which she had buoyed herself up be hi ees Leathwood })*te. Sate: commanded to show cause why hi . t of excitement to be able to think clearly | fore: she determined to brave the mat- | Drowsnt here egaln, oeckoe Tek tv Immediately afterwards the horse ‘ y he | began to use Dodd’s Kidney Pills, and —_ or to know what to do at that moment; | ter out to the end. knows this house, and would only come had started; Mr. Reeks sat in the | Should not be put to death. he has found this remedy to be a friend Oo 1 t Or une ald wee, very distinctly, the ta. |. “I don't care,” she sald'to herself; “t| Here again’ fon her. ara must 60) darkness of the vehicle with his com-| “If your ear is imperfect,” said the indeed. He says: bles turned upon that false husband of | there has been any mistake, it’s the there at once—that's ri pre © | panton, ahd Gilbert Rickerby was hur- | ting,-“you should count your sylimbles | _,.2 tham® God that there ts one medi- * eee ree pevoke in the morning to | fault of George Resks; ‘he should have | leave @ny message; did he say any-| ring hack to the house. ae Ge - cine in the world that does help weak =, find the girl gone. Already Mrs. Reeks | told me what he was doing, and not thing at all to you? m ven ngers, like an honest work- | and sick humanity. I would earnestly Rae ine ee coveling. in @ condition 084 have. gone’ about it damadon ta maocet, (ie! ac eet ne Neste a e pa manigeads man.” advise everyone who has Kidney Trou- ¥ stony silence, while Mr. Rceks frantic- | mysterious, shoot-the-moon - sort of | Dring the papers you had promised poh “May your highness outlive your | ble to use Dodd’s Kidney Pills. They ally endeavored to discover where the | fashion.” within two days,” replied Mrs. Reeks. Cornelius goes to the Pla prime minister by as many years as re- | have given great satisfaction in our fir! had gone, and what part Mrs. R.| Comforted by this reflection, Mrs.| | “Oh. indeed—did he 4 aed Mr. Reeks,/ ayy, Cornelius Veevers was zealols in | mains to you,” said the poet, reverent- | family.” 7 had played in che business. Under all] Reeks crept up stairs and went to bed. sarcastically. “Anything else? his master’s service for two reasons: | l¥- “I do count my syllables, But, ob- | Wherever Dodd’s Kidney Pills have ; the circumstances it was, perha Her husband was sleeping so soundly} “That if you brought thcm within Aut Uesaue ne tele gare that his make serve, my left hand lacks a finger—bit- | been used according to directions, they matural that she should jump that there appeared to be no chance of | that time you should have the reward; ¥ a ten off by a critic.” have not failed to cure all Kidney chance of revenging herself, and. at the | disturbing him; but Mrs. Reeks was | if not, he would force you to give them | ter would, out of sheer gratitude, en-| Then,” said the king, why don’t you | Troubles, Bright's Disease, Dropsy, { same time, getting rid of the visitor—| very careful in her movements, never- up, and you would get nothing.” rich him; and, secondly, because, if | count on the right hand?’ Rheumatism, Lumbago and Bachache. | e chance which was, moreover, 2 theless. Only, before getting into bed, The little man buttoned his coat res-| the truth were told, he feared a little “Alas!” was the reply of the poet, as RS ER TEE SS ' one. cho shook a fist in the face of the sleep- | olutely, and shook his head, with an ait | tor nis own neck in regard to the mur- | he held up the mutilated right, “that is Sorry She Asked. | “I don't understand it, ing, smiling little man. of defiance. “We shall see,” he said,| go. te knew enough of Nugent Leath- | impossible—there is nothng to count “Why, Bridget,” said her mistress, i “put I do know that I won't Mr. Reeks slept late the next day, ana | stimly. “Now, understand, my love,| 7104 +, know that, if in jeopardy him-| With! It is the forefinger that is lack- wished to rally her for the amusement — woman in the hcuse another five min- | awoke in, broad daylight, in that bliss- that under no circumstances do you rae’ suet ok Lsktione ies indica nike ing.” of her company upon the fantastic or- 1 utes. You are h . ful condition which one sometimes ex- | give up those papers. I may be away Belt ne aroun) “Unfortunate man!” exclaimed the | Mamentation of a huge pie, “why, . tainly have the right to take her away | periences when a body is thoroughly | for some time; I can’t tell at all what | the man who had assisted him, and to | sympathetic monarch. ‘We must make | Bridget, did you do this?” i and to bring her to her proper senses. | rested and the the mind at ease. In| I may have to do. But you shall hear] point out, pretty clearly, that man’s | your limitations and disabilities imma- “Indade, it was meself that did it,” ‘A pretty thing, indeed, if respectable | fect, so comfortable did Mr. Reeks feel, from me. This man, Leathwood, may | actual part in the business, with such | terial. -You shall write for the maga- | replied Bridget. “Isn't it pretty, mum? | men are to be made the victims of de- | and so little did any of the forgotten | come here in the hope of setting the | possible additions as his own imagina- | zines.”—San Francisco Examiner. I did it with yer false teeth, mum.”— { signinrg—’ incidents of tha two previous days af-| papers: don’t let him have them.” tion or ingenuity might suggest. For Pearson's Weekly. n | “It is a great shame, I adx fect him, that his sole feeling was one} “If he gets them out of me he'll be that ‘double reason, too, ‘Leathwood Miss Wilkins’ Greatest Success. os fn Nugent, “but perhaps the of unmisakable hunger; he began to | clever,” responded Mrs. Reeks. “But, ‘i sf ” * While all of Miss Wilkins successful Not Noticeable. siaaiipa | ebout the matter the better. Where is | wonder what theec was for breakfast. | George, you're not going to run any knew that he could trust the old man, | pooks have been stories of New Eng- ‘Willie—Why, Uucle Jake, how you | this young lady?” Within a very short time of that first risks or get into any dangers, are you? and, therefore, gave him his confidence | jand, there has not been any of them must have changed!” | Mrs. Reeks pointed toward the door | epringing out of slumber he presented | Think of me, George; think of me!” fully. §Wwhich has met with the same success Uncle Jake—What do you mean, Wil- | of the sitting room; Nugent thwood | pimself before Mrs. Reeks, dressed and “My love,” replied the little man, On the night when Olive Mallory was as her new book, “The Portion of La- jie? nodded and stretched out his hand for | smiling, ata cheerfully rubbing his | “duty calls me, and I must not hold | taken back by Nugent to Rickerby’s | por,” in the same period of time. This “Papa says the other morning you the candle. hands. He remembered no more con- | back. But whatever danger I may | Folly, Cornelius had opened the gate to | novel was first published on Nov. 8, and had a terrible head on you.”—Detroit “If you will permit me,” he said, ‘“to| cerning those same exciting happen- rush into (for I am naturaliy a bold | them, and had chuckled to think how | the first demand for it, which was the | Free Press. see the young lady alone for a moment, | ings than if they had been dreams, | man, Lily, as you are aware), I shall| easily the bird had been captured | natural’ demand always to be count- baie | ¥ think I can have little difficulty in] which had troubled him in the night | think, even to the last, of you.” Then,| again. So, too, when Olive was miss- | ed upon after the publication of a pop- Inconsistent. a | persuading her to return with me.” and been forgotten in the morning. revertirg to his more natural manner, | ing for the second time—quite late at | yiar author's work, has steadily in- Optimist—So you have nothing to be } Mrs. Reeks closed her eyes and shi “Morning, my loyve—morning?” he ex- | he said: “{ heartily wish I'd never | night—Cornelius was the first to point | creased at an unusual rate each week thankful for? | ered virtuously. “I have no desire to | claimed. “I’m afraid—afraid I’m a lit- | mixed myself up in this business; but | out where she was likely to be found, | since. The American girl, Ellen, who is Pessimist—Not a Geuced thing. M | @ee her, I can assure you,” she replied. | tle late this mornirg, my dear.” I can’t bear <o think of that young girl} and to put his finger upon the actual | -ne heroine of the book, is an inspiring Optimist—Well, such an _ habitual | Nugent Leathwood took the candle “Do not mention it, I beg,” said Mrs. | in darger. Don’t forget about the pa- people who were likely to have aided|y, ung creature—youthful, brave, beau- | kicker as you ought ‘o te thankful for | | end passed quietly into the room. The] Reeks. She had been prepared for a| pers. Good-bye—good-bye.” her: escape. tful, ardent, full of youth’s most ex~| that. | young girl had stretched herself out on | wild outburst—a scene of tumult; she He rushed out into the little hall, fol- Of course, it was necessary that Je-| ajted ideals; full, too, of something of j the old-fashioned cbintz-covered sofa, | pegan to think, for her part, that she | lowed by Mrs. Reeks, who assisted him | mima, as the one péson into whose | the same stuff martyrs are made of— Inconstderate Father. Ry j and was sleeping quietly; the man| pad been walking in her sleep or suf-| to struggle into his overcoat. Ram- special charge the girl had been put,| though, happily, Miss Wilkins would “IT think papa is just 23 mean as he | @tood with the candle in his hand look- | fering from nightmare. However, she| ming his hat firmly on his head, he | should make good her part of the sto- | not permit her to endure a martyrdom | Can be!” asserted the little one with in- } ing cown at her for a moment in si-| set out the delayed breakfast, and Mr. | started forth at a pace that must have) ry; it might have gone hard with her, | of any length.—Harper’s Weekly. dignation. i fence. Reeks fel to with an appetite. astonished any of the neighbors who| as regarded her husband, had she Ree REAPER RS “Why?” asked her mother, in sur- { j “Yes you're worth making a fight for, After a few moments a remarkable | had been in the Labit of seeing him failed to do this. Therefore, when some Their Hunting Dog a Goat. prise. a i my Sleeping Beauty,” he muttered. I} change came over him. Mrs. Reeks, | saunter out on ordinary occasions. two hours had elapsed after Gilbert Charles Hileman and William Cart- “Oh, he can never tell anythtng about ° / believe 1 may even turn out a respect-| who had finished her own, breakfast | He never stopped or slackened his | Rickerby had returned, she entered the | wright, wire nail workers, started out | the changes in the weather,” wasvthe able member of society if I once have | pours before, had seated herself oppo- | pace until he came into the neighbor-| room where Nugent Leathwood was | pefore daybreak for a hunt. Hileman | reply. “Why doesn’t he get the rheum- you with me. They. tell me you've been | site to him, the better to attend to his | hood of Rickerby’s Folly. It was still | seated, smoking and writing, and la-| nas a fine dog and his son has a goat.| atism, like Lucy Miller's father?”— having dreams and visions¢ and such- | wants, and also for a certain purpose comparatively early in the afternoon; | conically delivered her message: The dog and the goat are about the —_ like thing: ce that sickness of yours. | of politeness, which she might have | and the little man knew that, to carry) “It ain't worth mentionin’, p’r'aps,” | same size and sleep in the barn. The Stops the Cough and I wond what vision induced you to | shown to.a guest. Mr. Reeks had looked | out his purpose with any chance of suc-| she said, “but that gel is missin’ HORMEL EME O54 abe tie Gmethe rig wan Works Off the Coid come here, with that old mandman to-| yp at her placidly once or twice—had | cess, he must not be seen by anyone in} again.” got out for the hunting trip. After all Laxative Bromo Quinine Tablets. Price 25e. night? Well, I must induce you to g0]| nodded end smiled good-humoredly— | the house. So he cooled his heels and Leathwood sprang from his chair. | voy ready Hileman went tate a dark 74 back again, and after that I'l run no] and had gone on with his breakfast, as| his impatience at the same time in the | “What do you mean? Didn't I tell you| Vorey to pick up the dog, which he After the Play. more of losing you.” though the sight of her had given him | adjoining streets; and when the kindly | to give strict attention to her—never | ci nposea was Hyde He s Pine woat Mrs. De Style—Wasn’t the perform- He set down the candle, and then bent ! renewed appetite. But at last Mrs.| darkness had fallen upon St. John’s | Jet her out of your sight? To-morrow atonacatia Gt rare) Stes, | nce Just delightful? over the girl and spoke her name in nis| Reeks, watching him narrowly, ob-| Wood, crept round to the back en-| I was to have taken her away with me, | 1t «piny” ij io ay He tggk A mistak?,} Mr. De Style—Yes; and it was really woftest and most agreeable accents. served a change beginning to steal over | trance in the alley, out of which Gilbert | as you know.” eH id ane 7 ae off the bed a9 a great pleasure for me just to sit be- eee | “Olive!” him, Once he laid down his fork and| Rickerby had th-ust kim on the night} ‘Yes—I know that,” said Jemima, er the wagon had bumped over the | side you. i She opened her eyes on tke instant, | jooked all around the room, in a be-| of the strange burial in the garden. | without moving a muscle of her face. roads two miles from town the goat! Mrs. De Style—Indeed? How gal- end lcoked up at im with a smile: | wijgerea fashion, as though striving | Even here he dared not kneck or make| “And now you've let her go again! gave a plaintive bleat, and the hunters | jan; i seemed, as she came fully awake, to| pard to recollect something; took up| ®ny, sign; he could only wait in pa-| But she can’t have gone far; you have hurried back to town, but too late to]. mr. De Style—Yes; I should have i eecognize something in his face that | the knife and fork slowly; plunged the | tience, on the chance of something for-| not looked for her, She must be about cover up the joke. The dog was still |'hated to sit behind you.—Philadelphia rough a shade of fear to her own, and! fork into a morsel, and began to convey | tunate happening to assist him. the place somewhere.” asleep in the barn.—Indianapolis News. | press. 2 started upright. The man laid a quiet | jr’ to his mouth; stopped dead, and| He had to wait a very considerable “{ jist went away from the room a sic sisal din enone -- r hand upon her shoulder. dropped it on his plate with a clatter. | time, and had just began te make up| minute, an’ w'en I got back she was/ 4 aint pict gale pee Avia iniiield, Tes, the ‘herd medicine, cures constipe —— -—— eween—ih “Don’t be frightened, Olive,” he said: “I have come to take you home. Do yeu understand? To take you home” She looked up at him wi'dly a moment, as though she failed to understand where she was or how she had reached that place. Nugent Leathwood, watch- ing her eagerly, wondered what clue he shovld get as to the best fashion of per- euading her to come away with him. And, even while he waited, he got the clue he sought. The girl's face cleared, as if by magic. Whatever dream was in her poor, dis- turbed brain at that moment, found ex- pression in the one word that had pow- er always to call -her back, even if not to sane things, at least to the brighter memory of happier days. She spoke that one word, eagerly, now. “Gilbert! I might have known; Gil- bera wants me—Gilbert has sent you to fetch me! He 3aid always I was to go to him if he sent.” The man turned away frem her, ab- ruptly, as though he could not bear th» sight of her smiling face. “Always that name!” he muttered. “The fellow might be killed a hundred times—might be buried under a mountain—and she would think of him. I'll make her for- get him some day!” But he had got what he wanted. He turned to the girl quickly and an- swered her, with an eager smile upon his face: “Yes, that's right; Gilbert wants you —Gilbert sent me. Won't you come to hm?” or answer, she got un at once and put her ban trustingly in his. “Take me to him,” she said. he fut on her hat as rapidly as her Mrs. Reeks held on to the table and felt inclined to scream, for she knew that he had remembered! ‘ The next moment he started to his feet with a shout, upsetting the chair as he did so; darted across the room, and stared down at the empty sofa on which he had left the girl on the previ- ous night; dropped on his hands and knees on the floor, and thrust his head underneeth the sofa, as though he fully expected to find the girl there; started to his feet, and faced Mrs. Reeks. “The girl! I brought a young lady here—last night; where is she?” In his excitement and hurry he was quite unconscious of the fact that he held in his hand the knife he had been using at his breakfast; he flourished it wildly as he spoke, and Mrs. Reeks, de- spite the air of bravado she assumed, quailed before him. “I am aware that you brought home a young female last night, George Reeks, You did not know that I was aware of the disgraceful occurrence; but I saw everything. This creature has been restored to her natural and proper guardian.” The little man set down. upon the sofa, with his mouth wide open, and stared helplessiy at Mrs. Reeks. “I—I don’t understand,” he said. “I brought here last night a young lady whom 1 had been asked to take charge of for a few days, She was in great danger and distress; for that reason I had to bring Her at dead of night. Where is she?” The stiffness was fast going out of Mrs. Reeks; she looked across at her husband, almost apologeticaliy. “I—I did it for the best, George,” she began, his mind to an attempt to scale the high wall, when he heard the sound of feet among the dead leaves inside. Not knowing what else to do, the little man rapped sharply with his knuckles on the wooden door; ynd then drew back flat against the wall beside it, hoping to es- cape notice if the person who answered mons should not prove to be the one he wanted. cautiously opened, after a little grating of the key in the lock, and a head was thrust forth. The head turned slowly in the direction of Mr. Reeks, and then an arm was extended out to beckon him. As he reached the gate the hand belonging to the arm caught hold ‘of him and drew him swiftly inside. “This is good of you, Reeks,” said the voice of Gilbert Rickerby, “I have just heard what has happened--or part of it, at least. Old Jemima has just come to me—the first moment she could get to me—and hes told me that Leath- wood brought poor Olive back last. night. I haven’t time to ask how he got her away from you or what has happened; suffice it that she is here, ‘and that we have failed.” “No; don’t say that, Mr. Rickerby,” whispered the little men, excitedly. “I came round as soon as it; but I had to wait until dark. We must get her away again, sir; and at once. The only question is—how is it to be done?” — “Upon my wori, my friend, you put fresh heart into me,” said Gilbert. “I was just making up my mind to take her away myself; lut don’t you realize where to take her—and then, again, did In a moment or two the door was, gorn. Stoopid-like, I left the door open; so careless of me. But I've ’unted ‘igh an’ low—an’ there ain’t no sign of ’er.” “T tell you she must be in the grounds somewhere or in the house,” said Nu- gent, making for the door. “You old fool—as if you couldn’t keep that baby of a,sirl safe! She mustn’t get into the streets as she is'now,” he mut- tered, as he hurried out of the room. “Goodness only knows what she might say, or. what story she might tell, of this Gilbert Rickerby, who is forever in her thoughts. |Here—Cornelius—Cor- nelius!”” Cornelius came shuffling out of an- other soom and confronted his master. Nugent caught him by the arm and whispered what he had to say, as though he feared someone migh hear him, even in that house, to which no one ever came, “The girl's gone! Don’t stare like that; that old idiot wife of yours has let her slip. Alone, she can’t have gone far, and Jemima says that she has slipped out within these past few min- utes. Come along—you to the. right, I to the left; we must bring her back: ‘As they hurried through the house and into the garden, Leathwood con- tinued to urge his fears breathlessly to rer I knew of | Cornelius. “Before, that girl, Ursula, brought about the business, assisted by that rascal, Reeks. I don’t think she’d dare to try it again, or he, either. If she has merely slipped out—come on, dod- derer; how slow you are—we may find her; if there has been treachery again they shall answer for it, whoever they how amelie thats’ T sckieely Kaowtare’ Geme hack hece if-gou an her in ten minutes,” don’t find a sea captain, a fine specimen of the bird known as the laughing jackass. As he was carrying it home he met a brawny Irish navvy, who stopped him. “Phwat koind of a burrd is that, sir?” asked the man. “That’s a laughing jackass,” plained the owner, genially. ex- made fun of, was equal to the occa- sion, and responded, with a twinkle of the eye: “It's not yerself-~it’s the burrd I mane, sor!”—-London Spare Moments. The Prisoner’s Mistake. The archduke Salvator, who is cruis- some time at Ithaca on his yacht, the Nymph, in order to photograph and sketch the surrounding scenery. - Several prisoners confined in the Ithaca jail, believing an archduke’s power to be illimitable, escaped from prison swam by night to the yacht, supposing that they would be safe under his pro- tection. The archduke had the ex- hausted men conveyed to the machin- ery room, where they were fed and clothed, but returned them, in spite of their vehement protests, to the Greek authorities-the next morning.—London ing among the Greek islands, remained | aroun Caught Them, “What a crowd of lady shoppers there are in the shoe department to- day,” remarked the ‘saleslady. “A marked-down sale, I suppose?” “Yes,” replied the salesgentleman, “all the ladies’ No. sixes are marked The Irishman, thinking he was being | down to No. four, and so on.”—Phila- delphia Press. Piso'’s Cure cannot be too highly spoken of aa scough cure.—J. W. O Barren, 322 Third Ava, N., Minneapolia Minn., Jan. 6, 1900, His Last Visit. “So you met a frost when you calle¢ ” said Tom. “Did you feel chilly?” “Not at all,” responded Dick. “Her father made it warm enough for me.” Winslow’s Soothing we ed ob a luces Mrs. ‘and | For children teething, softens the gums, flammation, allays pain, cures wind colic, 25¢a bottle A Definition. “Spell shoes,’ said the teacher. ~“S-h-0-e-s,” returned’ the little one, ‘Promptly, = E “Correct,” said course, you know what they are?” The little one nodded his head vio- Telegraph. . ‘When the Women Vote. «Mrs, Liftedup—I didn’t see you at polls Tuesday, Mrs. Gotterhight. _ Mrs. Gotterhight—No; my new elec- tion hat didn’t. some home, and I couldn’t think of exercising the right of in that old-style hat of mine. ae, a fright in it!—Browning- | ® lently. “My papa says,” he answered, “that the | they are what drive the futher of a family into bankruptcy”—Chicago Post. Lacky Girl, Mr. Cropper (after the fox hunt)— Were you in at the death? Miss Annie Seed—Well, rather; my the teacher. “Of