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Rickerby” S Folly : By TOM GALLON AIL 090-0-0-0-0-00-0-0 0-0-0 0-0-0000000 * CHAPTER XV. (Continued. “That's rum,” he said. ‘Ow should /*® man get into that room?” “There’s only one man could be there ~and a dead man at that,’’ whispered Nugent: “I saw it once before—saw it tome and go, just in the same fashion. \®uppose—no, it’s too mad altogether.” “What's too mad?” asked Cornelius. “I was going to say-—-suppose this girl, who is always talking of this dead fover of hers—suppose in that mad state she’s in she actually meets him; suppose, in some fiendish, ghostly fash- ton he’s helping her?” “{ don't suppose anything about it,” +gaid Cornelius, giving himself a shake. “What's the use of supposin'? When -@nce I get out of this blessed damp garden I'll suppose somethin’ useful, somethin’, maybe, valuable in finding the gel. Come inside and ‘ave some brandy.” “I think you're right.” said Nugent, trying to laugh. “In five minutes I'll be all right again, and ready to look at this matter squarely. In less than that time, after drinking pretty freely of neat brands, Nugent Leathwood began to see things from a @ifferent standpoint; to lose sight of mny possible ghostly interference, and to see only some unknown human gency at work. With that thought. the courage of the man rose again, and ‘nls one idea was to find out, as rapidly @s possible, what people he was fight- ing against, and to secure Olive once more. His first thought was in regard to Mr. Reeks; he felt that that man might, after all, have had the audacity to linger about near the house. and to @ecure the girl, by a lucky chance, when she escaped from it. With that thought in mind, he directed Cornellus ¢o get a cab and to hurry to Little Pond street. “T can't g> myself.” he explained, “because I am already known there, and they might refuse me the informa- tion. But you can go, and you're sharp ‘nough to find out whether the girl is there or yhere Reeks is. If he’s not there, and they can’t give any satis- factory account of him, I shall .know that he is in the business again. Make fhaste; you can pretend you have come to see him on business, to pay him amoney—anything. If you see the wo- fan you can easily discover from her manner if she knows anything.” “You seem to forget,” said Cornelius, “that I've already seen the woman—at ‘the gate here, when she came to in- quire about her precious husband.” “To be sure. Then, that won't do. No; I must go myself; if there is a ser- vant, I may get hold of her. I'll be back as quickly as possibl He returned to Ricker! ‘Folly in something less than an hour. “I've ween the servant,” he said, “and it is as £ suspected. The girl is not there; but Reeks is away—no one knows where— and they don’t know when he'll be back. Now, what are we to do?” They stood in the room in which Nu- ent ordinarily sat, and Cornelius held 4n his hand a torn half-sheet of news- paper. The old man held it up, as the ether asked the question, and pointed to a part of it, clumsily marked about “with, pencil. “This is what we'll do.” said Corne- ‘Mus, with a grin:” we'll follow this “ere advertisement. Since you've been ‘out, I've been ‘avin a look round. I’ve ‘been ‘untin’ in that room where those lay-actors were—anc T'ye found this.” We tapped the paper th his long fore- finger as he spoke. “It's an advertise- enent; you'd better read it.” Nugent Leathwood caught at the pa- er impatiently and read the advertise- ment marked; it was as follaws: “Wanted—Heavy man and soubrette for Ghost Show. No beer kegs nor bar props need apply. Will Anthony Tag- gett and wife write in? Spencer Com- ination, Crown and Cushion, Barnet.” “Well, what does it mean?’ asked Nugent, looking at it in perplexity, “It's all Greek to me. What has this ot to do with the disappearance of the girl?” “It's only a suspicion. of course,” re- piled the other, “but I've got an idea that you’ll find the giri somewhere near the Crown and Cushion, at Barnet.” “What makes you think that?” asked Leathwood, eagerly. Cornelius scratched his chin thought- fully, and looked up sideways at his master. “Well, in the first place, that woman, Taggett, 'an a good deal of friendly feeling for the gel; I caught “er once ‘er twice comin’ out of the gel’s foom. Then, again, they went away yesterday, that’s pretty evident, to take this engagement at Barnet. If the gel ‘as bin got away at all, it’s quite likely they've got a ‘and in it. That chap, Reeks, may not be in the business at all. At any rate, I’m off to Barnet.” “I'm inclined to think that you're eight, Cornelius,” said Nugent. “You'd better start at once and spy out the fand. As I can do nothing here, I'll fol- tow you in an hour or two; I want to a@top here at present, in case, by any chance, the girl has not gone there, and comes back.” “There’s a better way than that,” said Cornelius, after a moment or two of thought. I'll go down to-night and ‘ave a look about me; if I find she’s there I'll send you a telegram in the “Yes, that’s better: that’s much bet- ter," said Leathwood. ‘By Jove, Cor- melius, you're a wise old bird; I’m glad I trusted you so completely. Between as, we ought to be able to get hold of this girl. And, look here; I’ll haye no ore doubts about it this time; I'll take ther away where's there no possibility of any of those sympathetic friends getting hold of her. We'll discuss that when we meet at Barnet—that is, if it ds necessary for me to go down. I need mot tell you to be diplomatic—there must be no violence, remember; / we ean’t afford to have a single tongue wagging against us.” Mr. Veevers grunted a promise of jebedience, made his few preparations, ‘and set out on his journey. All the luggage he needed was contained in a small hand-bag, and he found that, with a smart hansom, he had just time to catch the last train for King’s Cross. He felt considerably pleased with him- self as he sat in a corner of a first- class carriage, and chuckled grimly to think how impossible it was for any- one to escape when his sharpness was brought to bear upon them. “I'm a perfect bird-ketcher, I am,” he muttered to himself. “They flutters away a bit, but not for long; I ’as my ‘and on ‘em before they can say a word. I wonder who’s put the gel up to runnin’ away this time? If ¥ thought that Jemima—” He did not finish the sentence, but the action of his hands was sufficiently deadly to convey his meaning. He got to dul little Barnet, looking duller than ever with everycne in bed, and set out to find the Crown and Cushion. He found it to be a modest little inn, with a comfortable, homely aspect, and with an unpretentious sign swinging over the door anncuncing the fact that there were “Beds for Trave!- ers."". He knocked at the door (for the heuse was closed for the night) and was informed that he could have a bed. As he was conducted through the bar by the man who had answered his sum- mons, he dropped a gentle hint con- cerning possible refreshment; the man set down the light and began to bustle about to meet the wishes of his guest. Cornelius sat down and let his eyes roam over the walls, There, on one wall, beside the bar it- self, was a long, yellow placard, setting forth the fact that the Spencer Com- bination would give a grand perform- ance on the next evening—the first of their tour through the principal towns of Great Britain; and that they would be assisted (this in very large letters indeed) by Mr. Anthony Taggett and Miss Medora Broom. Cornelius Vee- vers began to chuckle to himself again. “Do you get many of these ’ere play- actin’ folk in Barnt?” he asked, care- lessly, addressing the landlord, .who had set his drink before him. “Not many,” replied the man, ‘’cept at fair time—and they're a rough lot, T can tell yer. See that bill?” He jerked his head in the direction of the yellow placard. Cornelius nodded. “I was jist a-cast- in’ my eye over it,’ he replied. Stoppin’ in this very ‘ouse, they are.” went on the man, with an air of pride. “None of your show-folk, there, not a bit of ‘t. That’s a gent for you!” he waved his hand toward Anthony Taggett’s name—‘“a gent as is fairly all over Shakespeare—right up his back, 1 fact. “‘W’y, I. do assure you, that gent uses words, w’en ’e’s askin’ for any- think ordinary, as you don’t ’ear any- wheres but on the stage. ’E's a credit to the ‘ouse, that’s what ’e is!” Cornelius nodded, sympathetically. “Anybody with im?” he asked, sipping his liquor. “Not till to-night. Then an old gent a little man—- come drivin’ up with a young gel, an’ asked for them. I think they said they’d drove straight from London.” “Ah!” Cornelius nodded again. “I think I'll go to bed, if you'll show me the way. Cornellus Veevers was seized with such a@ violent fit of chuckling when he reached his room and was left alone there that it almost seemed for a few moments, as. though he must inevitably lose his breath altogether—which might not have been a bad thing for some of those about whom he had been roused to so much unusual mirth. But he thumped and punched himself out of his fit: and finally got to bed and slept ~-creoked monster fhat he was—sound- ly enouch, over the very room in which Olive Malory lay. He kept out of sight during the next day—only slipping out, by a back way, to the postoffice to send his telegram to his master. That telegram was brief and to the point: “Found. Come down.afternoon. Will be at station waiting.” That dispatched, he went back and informed the landlord that he should pecbably want his room again that night. Then he went back again and found his way to the station; and loi- tered about there, watching each train which came in from London. Quite early in the afternoon Mr. Nu- gent Leathwood stepped out of a train ani crossed the platform quickly and passed into a waiting room, merely giving a slight nod to Cornelius; that the inn. When he arrived there a sur- prise awaited him. He met the landlord on the stairs and stepped to have a word with: him. The mind of the worthy man was still occu- pied with, those guests who had con- ferred so much honor pn his establish- ment. : “Just started—they a he re- marked. “And upon my word, w’en you look at that there Mr. Taggett, an’ see as ‘ow 'e looks just like you or me. in a manner of speaking, you'd never think ’e was goin’ to do sich work as ’e is to-night—you wouldn't, indeed. But I suppose it comes nat’ral to ‘im—same as drawin’ beer comes to me.” “I suppose their friends—the young gel an the old chap—'aven’t gone, ’ave they?” asked Cornelius. “Yes, they ’ave,” replied the land- lord. “The little gent was most anx- ious to see this ’ere play, and he wouldn't leave the young gel; so they persuaded of ‘er to go too. So they’ve all gone—play-actors an’ all.” Cornelius passed on without another word, But he saw in this a complete upsetting of all his plans. It was evi- dent that the girl was as_ strictly watched by those concerned for her welfare as it was possible for anyone to be. Then, too, his difficulties were in- creased by the fact that he could not communicate with Nugent Leathwood gentleman followed him at once. “Well—so you've found her, have you? You're a clever old rascal-— «euced clever, Cornelius.” He laughed and clapped his hand on the old man’s shoulder. “I don’t really know how I should get on without you. Come, tell _me all about it.” Stimulated by this praise, Cornelius gave a very full and minute account of all that had happened, of his talk with the landlord of) the Crown and Cush- ion, and wound’ up by suggesting a pos- sible plan of action. “To-night these Taggett’s will go to their play-actin; they’re playing in a sort of barn at the other end of the town. They'll all go—sure. to do; but they won't take the gel. Most likely they'll leave ’er be’ind. Well, I put it to you: there's two of us, and she’s a mere slip of a gel. What do you think of that—eh?” “I think very well of it, indeed, friend Cornelius,” replied Nugent, with a grin: “But what about this fellow, Reeks? What are we going to do about him?! “We'll hope for the best,” said Cor- nelius. “For the present, we must’nt be seen about the place; make yourself scarce all day—come to the inn to- night—and hang about at the back un- til you see me.” Upon that understanding, they part- ed; Nugent to fume and rage about the town during the day, cursing the delay and torturing himself with fears and doubts; Corhelius to slink about until dark, and then to creep back to until night. “Well, at any rate, I'll keep my eye on 'er; she shan’t slip me easily,” muttered the old man. “I ain’t a man much given to play-actin’; an’ I be- grudge the tuppence for a back seat; but, if I don’t look sharp, they may slip the gel away somew’ere else. Yes, I'll go to the play.” He found his way to the big barn in which the performance was to be held. At least, ft had been a barn at one time; but it had been fitted wp, when its original purpose had gone, with a narrow stage and benches. At the doors of this place he found a strug- gling crowd of people, elbowing and pushing their way in; and, old as he was, he immediately flung himself in among them, in the hope to get as good a seat for his tuppence as possible. Finally, after much struggling and the interchange between himself and oth- ers of some bitirg and sarcastic re- marks, he found himself tightly wedged in on a narrow plank surveying the scene before him. Rising in his place, he looked in all directions for any sign of the girl and Mr. Reeks, and the next moment was jerked violently back into his seat by the coat-tails by an indig- nant man behind him, whose view he was obstructing. But he had been rewarded. In a cor- ner of one of the front benches he had’ caught a momentary glimpse of Mr. George Reeks, and, close beside him, Olive Mallory. CHAPTER XVI. A Drama of the Dead. The play—as a play—did not prove to be interesting; or, at Ieast, Cornelius Veevers was not stirred by it in any way. He had the satisfaction of seeing Mr. Taggett, as a remarkably loud- voiced and heavy villain, engaged in the unlawful pursuit of Mrs. Taggett, with her hair down her back: varied by mortal combats with the hero and the hero’s comic friend; but as Mrs, Tag- gett, in her capacity of the heroine, ap- peared, quite artlessly, to wait for Mr. Taggett in the very places where she should not haye been—to-wit, a wood, a ruined mill and a coiners’ den—Cor- nelius lost any sympathy he might have felt for her, and regarded her, in his own mind, as a somewhat idiotic per sonage, whose sufferings were brought about by rank carelessness on her own part. He turned from tne stage and regarded the people about him eritical- ly. Suddenly, while doing this, he became aware—by that curious feeling which we have all experienced at some time or other—that someone immediately. be- hind him was taking the deepest possi- ble interest in him, craning a neck to get a glimpse of his face, and breathing hard in the vicinity of the nape of his }and Mr. nelius, taking advantage of this oppor- tunity, hurried through the people ard darted up a side street. many” twistings and turnings, he got: back to the inn, and found his way to his room,’ where he sat in the dark pondering matters. He had thought himself so safe—had felt the game to be absolutely in his own hands; and here, in‘a moment, he had been obliged to give up watching the girl and her protector, and to take flight on his own account. If, as was more than probable, the youth, Hub- bard, knew anything about the murder, he might denounce Nugent Leathwood and Cornelius to the police at any mo- ment; knowing that the Taggetts had been in the same house, he would only have to follow them, in order.to run the other two to earth. Cornelius began to hope that Nugent might put in an ap- pearance at am early moment, in order that they might lay their heads togeth- er and decide what was best to be done: and yet. on the other hand, he dreaded to see his master, because he knew that added danger would come with his ap- pearance. However. Cornelius Veevers was,after all, of a philosophic turn of mind, and was certainly the Iast man on earth to. worry about anything before it hap- pened. Knowing, therefore, that the Taggetts could not possibly arrive at the inn for some time, and feeling com- paratively safe, and, moreover, being very tired of sitting im the dark and very thirsty, he made an excursion dowm to the bar in searclr of the Iand- Tord. The bar was empty when he entered it; he gave a curt nod to tie landlord, who was seated behind the wooden counter, and ordered a gless of brandy }and water. The place beirg very quiet, and Cornelius being vehy comfortably established fm a corner, a drowsy feel- ing presently stole cver Kim, and he dropped into a sort of uneasy doze—one of ttrese half-shimbers in which one is conscious of sounds and movements around him, without being able to dis- tinguish accurately what concerning what is going om How long he remained in that condi- tio: it is quite impossible to say; but he was roused by the sound of voices. The caution of the man prompted him to:re- main perfectly quiet, while he opened his eyes a very little way and watched. It happened that he had sat down in his usual grudging, surly fashion, with his hat drawn well down over his eyes and his arms folded on his chest; it was quite unlijkely that he would be recog- nized, The people whose voices had dis- turbed him were Mr. Anthory Taggett Georg: Reeks. The former lounged against the little bar with the air of a man to who1a fortune had sud- cenly grown kind, and who can, there- fore, afford to listen with tolerance to the wees of his fellow man; and his fellow man on this occasion was evi- dently giving asmewhat lengthy recit- al of the particular woes which were his portion. Ccrnelius listened intently and heard every word; and he also: no- ticed. through ais half-closed lids, that Mr. Reeks held a telegram: in his hand. “My poor friend,” said Mr. Taggett, seothingly, “I assure you that I feel for you very keenly im the trouble which has fallen upon you. Man, as you are doubtless aviare, is born to trouble; ang, among the fiends in human form wh® prey upon him are, first and fore- most, brokers. Believe me, my friend, I have suffered in the same way; indeed, I remember, om one occasion, being re- duced to a pair of green worsted tights as my sole nether garments, or. account of the depredations made by brokers.” “Yes, I know, I know,” moaned Mr. Reeks; “but that doesn’t help me at the present moment. Mrs. Reeks is alone and unprotected; and, moreover, Mrs. Reeks, sir, is a figure whieh naturally attracts the attention of our sex. See her telegram!” He held out the docu- ment, as he spoke, under the nose of Mr. Reeks. “Yes, my friend, I observe it. Tt is a species of despairing signal, fluttering from the hand ef Mrs. Reeks--a signal of despair. What does it say? ‘Brok- ers in. Chief broker very attentive.” That looks bad, extremely bad. A brok- er is a beast of prey; but he is formed in the likeness of man, and he has feel- neck. Cornelius twisted around sharp- ly, and found himself within an inch or two of a face staring into his in the un- certain light of the naptha lamps. The face proved to be so startling that he twisted back again in a great hurry and pretended to be engrossed with the stage. The face was that of Enoch Hubbard —the man who had shouted such strange things in the garden of Ricker- by’s Folly on the night of the burial, and who had originally got into the hous. . under pretense of being the long- lost son of Cornelius; the man, more- over, who had got away in such an ex- trordinary fashion, leaving no trace be- hind him. At the present moment every breath of that young man seemed to send a cold thrill of terror down the spine of Correlius. For this was the man who had babbled strange things about dead bedies hidden away; the man who, in scme mysterious fashion, had fathomed something of that gruesome business concerning Gilbert Rickerby. That he should be in this out-of-the-way place at such a time, and when all the people who had been even remotely connected with the matter were there also, was di rcerting.: ‘Cornelius, -with the .full_ intention of giving him the slip, began to reach for his hat and to cast his gaze towards the door. Mr. Hubbard must have divined that intention, for he thrust his face over the shoulder of the old man and whispered in his ear: “It ain’t no good your tryin® to give me the slip, "cause you can’t do it. I saw your pal—the dark chap—in the street to-day; I wasn’t quite sure of ‘im, but now I am sure. There’s that chap, Taggett, on the stage—with ‘is wife. All the lot’o’ you ts im it, some- ‘ow, an’ you'll find I’m in it, too.” Cornelius twisted his face around and loked at the speaker with an ugly grin. “You're a bright spark, you are!” He had, incautiously raised his voice, and immediately there sounded all about’ him indignant cries of ‘Order, order!” “Turn him out!” Cornelius resumed his contemplation of the stage, and be- gan to cast about in his mind for a plan by which to escape. ‘Tren came an interval, and Cornelius arose, with many others in the audi- ence, and proceeded outside in search of refreshment. In the bustle and con- fusion Mr. Hubbard was separated from him—got into an argument of a personal nature with a man he was en- deavoring to elbow out of the peat lost sight of his quarry altogether. Cor ings: I suppose even a broker has an | eye for a fine woman.” “Don’t, don't, Mr. Tagsett; you'll drive me mad!” cried Mr. Reeks, twin- ing his hands ‘n his scanty hair. “I know I can trust Mrs. Reeks, who loves me with a leve not eften given to man; but it maddens me to think of a mere brok- er casting his eyes upon her. I must go back; I must return at once. If I could only get the money to pay off these men, to make a fresh start in Tife!” “Ah, in that I fear I cannot assist you,” said Mr. Taggett. “As a matter of fact, writs sre out against my per- son; and, but for the vanity (excusable enough in a woman) of Mrs. Taggett, I should not dare at the present moment to appear in such large type before the public eye. But Mrs. Taggett loves me, and honors the name i have conferred upon her; hence this display!” He waved his hand toward the yellow pla- card on the wall. “Mr. Taggett,” said Reeks, after a pause, “I am about to do a disgraceful thing. I can’t help it—it is forced upon me; but my home and the sacred per- son.of.Mrs. Reeks are more to me than anything else, I have certain papers in my hands which are worth £500; I shall take these papers to the man who offered me that sum, directly I reach London. The papers belong to Mr. Gil- bert Rickerby, of whom we both know. De not try to stop me; it would be useless. At the j-resent moment I have but one watchword: and for that watchword I desert my trust, and sell what does not belong to me. That watchword is: “Home and Mrs. Reeks!" / Without even stopping to say good- bye or to explain his meaning further, Mr. George Reeks rushed out of the bar end went at top speed up the street to- wards the station. Mr. Anthony Taggett sighed a little over the weakness of mankind, and looked about for someone te whom to ‘talk. ‘He .noticed the old’ ma’ ‘ently asleep in the corner, and, as a gentile hint to him that it would be bet- /ter manners to wake up, overset a chair. The wily Cornelius, feeling that he could not much longer remain un- discovered, preterded to start suddenly, yawned profusely, thrust his hat bi from his eyes, and sat up and stared a Tagegett. To say that Mr. Anthony Taggett was taken by Surprise would be to state the thing mildly. Rihiaisiicainn et Mr. ae had appeared at his charge, Uso aapec Anthony Tagectt ond his Thence, after. wife had been only too ready to. un- dertake'the care of the girl. Now, in a monient, Mr. Taggett recognized the sfact that Fteeks. was gone,”and there sat, within-a yard of him, a man from the enemy’s camp. Anthony Taggett’s first impulse was to become truculent on the instant, and ro demand what Cornelius wante1; but he remembered, in time, that this might be purely an accidental visit, and that the man might not even be awere that Olive Mallory was in the house. Mr. Teggett prided himself upon his power of as- suming any mannez, at a moment’s no- tice; he determined, upon the instant, to become gen al. Accordingly, he start- ed back, in wel-feigned astonishment and delight; and then advanced, with outstretched hands, to meet the old man. “My dear Mr. Veevers!” he exclaimed, “this is, indeed, a most joyful meeting. had not hoped to meet you again so soon.” “No—I suppose not,” growled Corne- lius, writhing under the grasp of An- thony Taggett’s hands. “I ’appen to be down ‘ere on business—collectin’ rents’—he added, as an inspiration. “Funny to meet Ifke this—ain’t it?” “It’s positively delightful!” exclaimed Mr. Taggett. His one desire was to get Cornelius away from se public a place, where a chance remark might be made at any moment, which would show the | old man that the girl was there. There was still a possibility that his state- | ment was true, and that he had not come in search of her. Therefore, he added, in a tone of cheery welcome: '“But come, we cannot talk in comfort here; come up to my room—the apart- ment I have engaged, in order to se- fcure privacy for myself and for Mrs. | Taggett, while we are at this hostelry. By the way, did I mention that Mrs. Taggett was with me?” “No, I don’t think you did,” said Cor- nellus, with much gravity. “Oh, yes—she’s here; we are per- forming in a sort of worthless drama for a@ little time together; the patrons of that kind of work clamor for me, and I ean practically secure my own terms: They clamor, also, in a minor degree, for Mrs. Taggett, whose charms appeal to them strongly. But come up stairs; Mrs. Taggett has, I thimk, re- tired). and we shall be alone.” (Po Be Continued.) CLEVER BOY’S POINT OF VIEW. Anent the Work of Some Women in Decorating the Schoof Rooms for the Pupils. Mrs. Thomas M. Patterson, wife of the new senator from Colorado, is best known at home for her work in the pro- motion of educational and philanthrop- ic enterprises. She has been especially interested in the art decoration of the schools of Denver, and was the leading spirit in the movement which raised and expended many thousands of dol- lars in this work. The pictures were Braun photographs, Copley prints, and other high-class reproductions of the world’s great paintings. The latter, as .everybody: knows, run largely to Bibli- cal and mythological figures. Under her management an entertainment was given to raise funds to decorate a cer- tain building, and the pupils were re- quested to sell tickets. One boy took a ticket to his father, explained the ob- ject and solicited patronage, “Pictures?” said the father, “what kind of pictures do they put up?” “Oh, Jesuses and Venuses,” said the boy.—New York Times. Quits. & wealthy foreigner, intent upon a day's outing, wanted to hire a dealer's best horse and trap; but, not knowing his man, the dealer demurred at trust- ing them in his hands. Determined to have his drive, the gentleman proposed paying for the horse and vehiele, prom- ising to sell them baek at the same price when he returned. To that the other saw no objection, so the eustom- er’s wants were supplied) and off he went. He was back in time at the sta- bles, his’ money reimbursed, according to contract, and he turned to go. “Hold on!’’ exclaimed the dealer, “yow have forgotten to pay for the hire!” “My dear sir,” was the cool reply, “there was no hiring in the case. I have been driving my own horse and trap all day.” And he left the dealer to his sorrow- ful refiections.—Tid-Bits. Original of Shakespeare’s Portia. Shakespeare’s Portia is a pen-portrait ef Lucretia Cornare, the first woman Tawyer in the world, the Myra Bradwell of the fifteenth century, who received a degree of doctor of Iaws from the University of Padua, where she wes ed- ucate dend afterwards lectured on law. Her biegraphy has been published. She , appar-_ was a native of Venice. Lucretia Correroe was on2 of the most learned of women, and her biography gives remarkable accounts of ner elo- quence, erudition erd influence. She was so much admired and respected that the doges and the council of ten used to consult her upon legal ques- tions, and her fellow citizens submitted their differences to her for decision in- stead of gcing to court. It was natur- al, therefore, that she should be mixed up in the’ Shylock case.—Chicago Rec- ord Herald. Safe: At a recent sale of autographs in Paris, an old man and a young one were bidding against each other very energetically for the possession of a letter signed by a name but little known. “Twenty francs!” “Thirty!” Finally the figure reached 300 francs, and the letter was knocked down to the young man. You haye a longer purse than I,” said the other. The letter you havein your hand is very compromising to the man who wrote it. I regret to see it fall into the possession of a stranger. I was his friend. “I am his son,” was the rejoinder.— Cagsell’s -Journal. “Twenty-five!” ‘rwould- Be Too Many Cooks. Mrs. Hiram Offen—And Go you think you could do the cooking. for the fami- ly with a little help from me? Applicant—No, madam; I don’t, Mrs. Hiram Offen—You don’t? Applicant—No, ma’am; but Oi'm sure Oi cud do it widout anny help from you, —Philadelphia Press. “If a woman is young and pretty, I think you can see her good looks all the Eyal a her. nine tang tea re Ble Coulda Not Touch Ht» Wife's Diw ners, and They Were “Fit . fer a King.” So writes our esteemed friend Mr. Frank Chambers of 9 Bennett street, Chiswick: “For over two years I suf- fered agonies from indigestion and be- enme reduced to a mere shadow of my stalwart self. I would return home. from my business feeling so faint that- I eould hardly drag one leg after the other. My dear wife did all she pos- sibly could to tempt me with dainty dishes, and as I entered the house [ sniffed and thought: ‘Oh, how good; I know I’ eam eat that!’ But alas! no sooner kad I eaten a few mouthfuls, when I felt. sick; severe pains shot througl my ehest and shoulder blades, my eyes swam and everything seemed black, I beeame alternately hot and cold, and got up from such a dainty dinner heartily sick of I'ving, and feel- ing I was @ sore trial to everybody. I may mention that I was also verymuch troubled’ with: scaly skin, and often boils. But one evening Ii noticed my wife seemed more cheerful tham usual. I questioned her and found stie had been reading a pamphlet she had received of men afflicted just as I was, and who had been cured: by Vogeler’s Com- pound. Said she; ‘What gives me more faith in it is that it is made from the formula of an eminent physician now in active practice in the West End of London, so I am sure ittis no quack thing.’ ‘All right, dear; lét’s have a bottle,’ said I. After taking the con- tents of the first bottle, I felt very much better, and determined to give this remedy a fair trial, and:I can pos- {tively assure you that a few bottles made a new man of me: Iican sleep well, eat anything, and thoroughiy en joy life. I have told several of my friends whom I knew were suffering the same as myself, and they: all wish me to say that they are like new men. I sincerely bless the great physician who gave you the formula of Vogeler’s- Curative Compound, and also your- selves for making its virtues known to’ a suffering public.” The proprietors (The St. Jacob’s Ot!, Ltd., Baltimore) will send a sample free to any one writing to them and: mentioning this paper. “Sanday Opening” Up to Date. It was the young daughter of an East Side saloonkeeper, innocent of any th>- eries about “Sunday opening,” but per- fectly familiar wit. the practice. She was in her class in the misston Sunday school, and in course of the catechism “quiz,” the question came to her: “Who made the world?” “God did,” was the prompt answer. “He made the world in six days, and was arrested on the seventh.”—New No Judge of Art. The seller of pot-boilers came into the office of the shrewd broker with the air of one who is about to sacrifice a price- less treasure. It was a seascape; @ troubled sea beat upon purple rocks, and wind-driven gulls wheeled in wild circles above the familiar pot-boiler ship. The seller of pot-boilers looked upon the treasure long and yearningly. It could be seen that a grievous strug- gle between art and appetite was rag- ing within him. “How much do you want for it?” de- manded the shrewd broker. “One hundred dollars,” said the pot- boiler man. “It’s giving it away.” “Give you three for it,” said the bro- ker “It's yours,’ said the pot-boiler man. “That fellow across the way only of- fered me 5 cents; but he ain’t no judge of art.”—New York Evening Post. A Strong Statement. Star, Wis., Feb. 10th.—Mr. Samuel S. Hook, one of the most highly respected residents of this neighborhood, has giv- en a very hearty recommendation to Dodd’s Kidney Pills, a remedy recent- ly introduced here. He says: “I have been a sufferer from Kidney Disease for some time, and found noth- ing to help me until I began to use Dodd’s Kidney Pills. They gave me al- most immediate relief, and I am now well. I have recommended them to mony friends, and in every case with splendid results. “They are the very best pills for ald kinds of ailments, but especially for Kidney Complaints.” This is a very strong statement, and, ceming from a gentleman of Mr. Hook's stending and reputation, it has had a tremendous influence in Vernon ceunty. Horrid. Harriet—Sadie’s husband never gets excited, never fights back, and she sim- ply cannot make him cross. Estelle—Yes. The horrid thing. He is simply exasperating.—Brooklyn Eagle. Im Winter Use Allen’s Foot Ense, ~*~ a powder. Your feet feel uncomfortable, nervous, and often cold and damp. It you have Chilblains, sweating, sore feet or tight shoes, try Allen’s Foot-Ease. Sold by all druggists and shoe stores, 5c. Sample sent FREE. Addrese Allen 8, Olmsted, Le Roy, N. Y. It is our duty to look always for the good in ourselves and in others, thus cultivating its development. 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