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CHAPTER XIV—(Continued.) “That is what they all say—and then they rob me. You stole the Rem- brandt.” The last wo came like a shot from @ catapult. nid’s faee grew colder. Bell drew a long tube of discolored pa- per carefully tied around a stick, from bis pocket. “I am going to disprove that once and for all,” he said. “The rembrandt is at Fresent in Lord Littimer’s collection. There is an account of it in to-day’s Telegraph. It is perfectly familiar to Doth of you. And, that being the case, what do you think of this?” He unrolled the paper before Enid’s astonished eyes. Margaret Henson glanced at it listlessly; she was fast e@'rking into the old, strange oblivion a@gain. But Enid was all rapt attention. “{ would have sworn to that as Lord Littime: own she gasped. “It is his own,” Bell replied. “Stolen frcm him, and a copy placed by some erch-enemy in my portmanteau. It was certain to be found on the frontier; Don't you see that there were two Rem- wrandts? When the one from my pért- manteau was restored to Littimer his wa was kept by the thief. Subsequent- fy it would be exposed as a new find, story as to its discovery, with some y, unfo unately for the scoundrel, ame into my possession.” “And where did you find it?” Enid asked. “J found it,” said Bell, slowly, “in a house called 218, Brunswick Square, Brighton.” A strange cry came from Enid’s: lips. Ghe stcod swaying beforel her lover as ‘white as the paper on which her eyes were eagerly fixed. Margaret Henson ‘was pacing up and down the room, her “ps muttering, and raising a cloud of pallid dust behind her. “I—I am sorry,” Enid said, faltering- ly. “And all these years I have deemed you guilty. But then, the proof was @o plain; I could not deny the evidence of my own sen And Van Gulden came to me, saying how deeply dis- ‘tressed he was, and that he would have prevented the catastrophe if he could. Well?” A servant stood waiting in the door- ‘way, with wondering eyes at the stranger. “I'm sor miss,” she said; “but Miss Christiania is worse; indeed, she quite frightens me. I've taken the lib- arty of telephoning to Dr. Walker.” The words seemed to bring’ conscious- mess to Margaret Henson. “Christiania ,worse,” she said. “An- other of them going; it will bea happy release from a house of sorrow. like this. I will come up, Martin.” She swept out of the room with the eervart. Enid appeared hardly to have heard. Bell looked at her inquir- ingly, and with some little displeasure. “I fancy I have heard you speak of your sister Christiania,” he said. “Is @he ill?” “She i derstand; at the point of death, I un- you think I am callous. Oh, 4f you only knew! But the light will come to us all in time, God willing. ‘Look at this place, look at the blight of dt ,and wonder how we endure it. Hath- erly. I have made a discovery!” “We seem to be living in an atmo- @,here of discoveries. What is it “I will answer your question by ask- 4ng another.. You have been made the victim of a vile conspiracy. For seven years your career has been blighted. And I have lost seven years of my life, too. Have you any idea who your en- my is?” “Not the faintest, but, believe me, I ewhall fini out in time. And then—” A purple blackness, like the lurid Ught of a storm flashed into his eyes, the lines of his mouth ‘grew rigid. nid laid a hand tenderly on his arm. “Your enemy is the common enemy of us all,” she said. ‘We have wasted the years, but we are young yet. Your en- emy is Reginald Henson.” “Enid, you speak with conviction. 4Are you certain of this?” “Certain. When I have time I will ‘tell you everything. But not now. And that man must never know that you ‘have been near the house to-night, not 0 much for your sake as for the sake ef your friend, David Steele. NowIcan @ee the Providence behind it all. Hath- erly, tell me that you forgive me be- fore the others come back.” “My darling, I cannot see how you ecould have acted otherwise.” Enid turned towards him with a glad Wight in her eyes. She said nothing, for ‘the simple reason that there was noth- “ang to say. Hathely Bell caught her in this strong arms and she swayed to geach his lips. In that delicious mo- ment the world was all forgot. But not for long. There was a sud- den rush and a tumble of feet on the stairs, there was a strange voice speak~ amg hurriedly, then the drawing room @oor opened and Margaret Henson ‘ame in. She looked wild and excited end talked incoherently. An obviously- professional man followed her. “My dear madam,” he was saying, “I have done all I can. In‘the last few Gays I have not been able to disguise from myself that there was small hope for the patient. The exhaustion, the g@hock to the system, the congestion, all point to an early collapse.” “Is my sister so much worse, Dr. Walker?” Enid asked, quietly. “She could not be any worse and be alive,” the doctor said. “Unless I am greatly mistaken, the gentleman behind you is ‘Mr. Hatherly Bell. I presume the has been. called to meet me? If so, 4 am sincerély glad, because I shall be pleased to have a second opinion. .A bad case of’’—here followed a long, technica’ name—“one of the worst cases 4 have ever seen.” “You can command me, Enid,” Bell aid. “If I can.” i “No, no!” Enid cried. “What am I e@aying? Please go up stairs. with Mar- ” Bell departed, wonderingly. Enid to the door and out into the night. @he could hear Henson cursing and Dr. D. Frank Powell, St. Paul, Mina. Dr. D. Frank Powell, St. Paul, Minn.Dr, D, Frank Powell, St.Paul, Minn. Dr. m Crimson ramon) Blind shouting, could hear the snarling clam- or of the dogs. At the foot of the drive she paus2d and called steel softly by name. Yo her intense relief, he came from the shadow. “IT am here,” he cried. ‘Do you want wie? “Yes, Yes!” Enid panted. “Never more were your services needed. My sister is dying: my sister must—die. And Hatherly Bell is with her, and— you understand?” “Yes,” said David. “A vivid flash of understanding had come té him. “Bell shall do as I tell him. Come along.” “Hold him up, dear doggies,” Enid murmured. “Hold him up, and I'll loye both of you forever.” CHAPTER XV. A Medical Opinion. David Steel followed his guide with the feelings of a man who has given himself cver to circumstances. There was a savor of nightmare about the whole thing that appealed distinctly to his imagination. |The darkness, the strange situation, the vivid streaks of the crimson blind—the crim blind that the crimson blind—the crimson blind that seemed an integral part of the mystery—all served to stimulate him. ‘The tragic note was deepened by the whine and growl of the dags, “There is a man over there,” David whispered. “A man who is going to stay there,” Enid said, with grim satisfaction. ‘It is virtually necessary that Mr. Regi- nald Henson should not be disturbed. The dogs have a foolish weakness for his society. So long as he shows no signs of boredom he is safe.” David smiled, with a vague grasp of the situation. Apparently the cue was to be surprised at nothing that he saw about the House of the Silent Sorrow. The name of Reginald Henson war more or less familiar to him as that of a man who stood high in public esti- mation. But the bitter contempt of his companion’s voice suggesed that there was another side to the man’s charac- ter. “I hope you are not asking me to do anything wrong?” David murmured. “I am absolutely certain of it,” the- girl said. “It is a case of the end just- ifying the mears; and if ever the end justified the means, it does in this case, Besides—” . Enid Henson hesitated. David’s quick perception prompted him: “Pardon me, you never had the pleas- ure of seeing me hefore.” “Ah! you would make an excellent parliamentary fencer. I how to your correction, and acmit that I have never seen you bcfore. But your voice re- minds me of a voice I heard very re- cently under remarkable circumstanc- es. It was my good fortune to help a lady in distress a little time back. If she had told me more, I might have aided her still further. As it is, her reticence has landed me into serious trouble.” Enid grasped the speaker’s arm, con- vulsively. “I am deeply sorry to hear it,” she whispered. “Perhaps the lady in ques- tion was reticent for your sake. Per- haps she had confided more thorough- Iv in goed men before. And suppose those good men had disappeared?” “In other words, that they had been murdered. Who by?” There was a srarl from one of the hounds hard by, and a deep, angry curse fram Menson. Enid pointed sol- emrly ir his direction, No words of hers would have been so thrilling and eloquent. David strode along, without further questions on that head. “But there is one thing that you must tell me,” he said, as they stood tegether on the rorch. “Is the first part of my advice going to be carried out?” “Yes. That is why you are here now. Stay here one moment, While I get you pencil and paper. There! Now, will you please write what I suggest? Dr. Bell is with my sister. At least, I sup- pose he is with her, as Dr. Walker de- sired to have his opinion. My sister is dying—dying, you understand?” Enid’s voice had sunk to a passionate whisper. The hand that she laid on David's shoulder trembled strangely. At that moment, he would have done anything for her. A shaft of light fil- tered from the hall into the porch, and lit up the paper that the girl thrust upon Steel. “Now, write,” she commanded. “Ask no questions, but write what I ask, and trust me implicitly.” ’ Bayid nodded. After al, he re- flected, he could not possibly get him- self into a worse mess than he was in already. And he felt that he could trust the girl by his side. -Her beauty, her earnestness, and her obvious sin- cerity touched him. “Write,” Enid whispered. . “Say ‘See nothing and notice nothing, I implore you. Only agree with everything that Dr. Walker says, and leave the room as quickly as possible?’ Now sign your name. We can go into the draw- ing room and wait until Dr. Bell comes down. You are merely a friend of his. I will see that he has this paper at once.” nid led the way into the drawing room. She gave no reason for the weird strangeness of the place; it was no time for explanations. As for Steel, | he gazed around him in fascinated as- tonishment. A novelist, ever on the’! lookout for new scenes and back: grounds, the aspect of the room fascin- ated him. He saw the dust rising in clouds, he saw the wilted flowers, he noticed the overturned table, obvious- ly untouched and neglected for years, and he wondered. The he heard the babel of discordant voices overhead. What a sad house it was, and how dominant was the note of tragedy. Meanwhile, with no suspicion of the path he was treading, Bell had gone up stairs. He came at length to the door of the room where the sick girl lay. There was a subdued light in- side and the faint suggestion of illness + that clings to the chamber of the su?- ferer. Bell caught a glimpse of a white figure lying motionless in bed. It was years now since he had acted thus in a professional capacity; ‘but the old qui- einess and caution came back by in- stinct. As he would have entered Mar- garet Henson came out and closed the door. “You are not going in there,” she said. “No, no. Everything of mine tcuch you blight and wither. If the girl is to die, let her die in peace!” She would have raised her voice high, but a lightning glance from Bell quiet- ed her. It was not exact madness that he had to deal with, and he knew it. The woman required firm, quiet treat- ment. Dr. Walker stood alongsiie, anxious and nervous. The man with the quiet practice of the well-to-do doctor, was not vsed to scenes of this kind. “You have something to conceal,” Bell said, sternly. “Open the door.” “Really. my dear sir,” Walker said, fussily. “Reelly, I fancy that under the cireumstances—” “You do not understand this kind of case,” Bell interrupted. “I do.” Walker dropped aside, with a mut- etered apology. Bell approached the figure in the doorway and whispered a few werds rapidly in her ear. The ef- fect was electrical. The figure seemed to wilt and shrivel up; all the power and resistance kad gone. She stepped aside moaning and wringing her hands. She babbled of strange things; the old, far-away Icok came inte her eyes again. ‘Without a word of comment or sign of triumph, Bell entered the sick room. Then he raised his head and sniffed the heavy atmosphere, as an eager hound might have done. A quick, sharp question rose to his lips, only to be in- startly surpressed as he noted the va- cant glance of his colleague. The white figure on the bed lay per- fectly motionless. It was the figure of a young and exceedingly beautiful girl —a, beauty heightened and accentuated by the deadly-white pallor of her fea- tures. Still, the face looked resolute, and the exquisitely chiselled lips were firm. “Albumen!” Bell muttered, “What fiend’s game is this? I wonder if that scoundrel—but, no. Ir that case there would be no object in concealing my presence here. I wonder—” He pavsed and touched the white brow with his fingers. At that same moment Enid carse into the room. She panted like one who has run fast and far. “Well,” she whispered. “is she bet- ter. better or —Hatherly, read this.” The last words were so low that Bell hardly heard them. He shot a swift glance at his colleague before he open- ed the paper. One look, and he had mastered the contents. Then the swift glance was directed from Walker to the girl standing there looking at Bell with a world of passionate entreaty and longing in hereyes. “Tt i: ycur sister who lies there,” Bell whispered, meaningly, “and yet you—” He paused, and Enid nodded. There was evidentily a great struggle going on in Bell's,mind. He was grappling with something ikat he only partially anderstood, but he did know perfectly well that he was being asked to do something absolutely wrong, and that he wa; going to yield for the sake of the girl he loved. He rose abruptly from the bedside and crossed over to Walker. “You are perfectly correct,” he said. “At this rate—at this rate the patient cannot possibly last till the morning. It is quite hopeless.” Walker smiled feebly. “It is a melancholy satisfaction to have my opinion confirmed," ‘he said. “Miss Henson, if you will get Williams to see me as far as the lodge gates—it is so late that—er—” Williams came at length, and the lit- tle doctor departed. Enid fairly cow- ered before the blazing, searching look that Bell turned upon her. She fell ‘to plucking the bedclothes, nervously. “What does it mean?” he asked, hoarsely. “Don’t you know that if that girl dies it will be murder? It was only for your sake that I didn’t speak my mind before that fool who has just gone. He bas seen murder done un- der his eyes for days, and he ig ready to give a certificate of: the cause of death.,And the strange thing is that, in the ordinary way, he would be quite justified in doing so.” “Chris is not going to die; at—least, not in that way,” Enid whispered, hoarsely. “Then leave her alone. No more drugs, no more medicine, even. Give nature a chance. Thank Heaven, the girl has a perfect constitution.” “Chris is not going to die,” Enid re- peated, doggedly; ‘but the certificate will be given, all the same. O, Hatha- ly, you must trust me—trust me as you have never done before. Look at me, study me. Did you ever know me to do a mean or dishonorable thing?” They were Gcwn in the drawing-room again; David waiting, with a strange sense of embarrassment, under Mar- garet Henson’s distant eyes; indeed, it was probable that she had never no- ticed him at all. All the same, she turned eagerly to’ Bell. “Tell me the worst!” she cried. me all there is to know!” “Your niece’s sufferings are over,” Bell said, gravely. ‘I have.no more to tell you.” A Frofound sijence followed, broken presently by angry voices outside. Then Williams looked in at the door and beckoned Enid to him. His face was wreathed in an uneasy grin. “Mr. Henson has got away,” he said. “Blest if I ean say how. And the dogs have rolled him about and tore his clothes, and made such a picture “f him as you-never saw. And a sweet temper he’s in'” “Where is he now?” Enid asked. “There are people here he must not see.” “Well, he came back in through the study window, swearing dreadfully for so respectable a gentleman. And he went right up to his rcom after ofder- ing whisky and soda-water.” Enid flew back to the drawing room. At any hazard, Reginald. Henson must be kept in ignorance of the presence of strangers. A minute later, and the darkness of night had.swallowed them up. Wilson fastered the lodge gates behind them, and they turned their faces in the direction of Rottingdean Read. : F “A strange night's work,” David said, presently. i ) “Aye, but pregrant with result,” Bell answered. There was a stern, exult- ing ring in his voice. “There is much to do and much danger to be faced, but “Tell Brose ce ik ‘ack at last. But e that note just we are on the right why did you send now?” David smiled as; ette. i % “It is part of the scheme,” he said. “Part of my scheme, you understand. But, principally, I sent you the note because Miss Enid asked me to.” (To Be Continued.) e lighted a cigar- A Pleasure Postponed. Here is a conversation between a pair of Berkshire sweethearts: “John,” quoth she, “why doesn’t ’ee say summat?” John reflected. ‘’Cause I ha’n’t got nothen’ to say,” he replied. Again there was silence, and once more it was the woman who took the initiative. . “John,” she inquired, tenderly, “why doesn’t ’ee tell ma that thee loves ma?” ““Couse I've telled 'eé that afoor,” an- swered John, who evidently disap- proved of vain repetitions. But the lady was tenacious of her privileges, and not easily daunted. “John,” she asked, for the thirrd time, “why doesn’t ’ee gimma a kiss?” The tardy wooer pondered long. “I be gwine to, presently,” he said, at length.—Cripple Creek Times. Joe Jefferson Apprehensive. Joseph Jefferson is a firmly estab- ‘shed favorite of Yale, where he an- naally delivers an informal address be- fore the undergraduates on the after- noon preceding his evening appearance at the Hyrerion theater. Last year Mr. Jefferson was tak2n by a senior to “Mory’s,” the orthodox chop house that is one of the ladmarks of Yale. The rooms are mellyw with age and rich with tradition, and are generally cof- ducive to remin:scences. Mr, Jefferson was discussing the life to come, and was asked by his student host: “Mr. Jefferson, it is said that we shall have the same character of work in the next world as on earth. Do you expect to be an actor in heaven?"’ “Well,” replied Mr. Jefferscn, ‘Ill tell you. I am afraid that if I reach the golden gates St. Peter will shake his head and say: ‘For heaven's sake, Joe, change your roles!’ ’—New York Times, “Costliest City in the World. Only one public official in the United States handles more money than the comptroller of New York city, and that official is the seeretary of the treasury. The government of Greater New York costs more every year than the com- bined expenses of half a dozen states. From the yeur’s beginning to the end the comptroller of the metropolis re- ceives ond disburses over $600,000,000. Half of this is paid into the treasury through taxes and other sources of rev- enue, and half is paid out in the run- ring expenses of the city, a large part of which is expended in salaries and wages of city officers and employes; for there are 40,000 persons on the city’s pay roll—persons enough to make a very good-sized city in themselves.— Harry Beardsley, in Leslie’s Weekly. Made a Mistake, The following is told of an American gentleman who -vas recently stopping, with his wife, at the Hotel Cecil, in London: On their first evening there he hap- pened to retire somewhat earlier than his spouse. Arriving at the door of what he imagined was his own room, and finding it locked, he tapped and called, “Honey!” \ No answer came, and again he called, more Icudly, ‘“Honey!”” Still he got no reply, and, becoming somewhat uneasy, he shouted the en- dearing term with his full lung power. This time a reply came, and in a male voice: i “Go away, you btithering idiot! This is a bathroom, not a blooming bee- hive!”—Philadeiphia Times. R Will Be “Papa’s Wife.” Justice Henry Bischoff, of the su- preme court, was a widower for several years. Recently he announced his forthcoming marriage to Mrs. Colla- more, an old friend of his family. His daughter, who is married, asked him hew she should in future address her stepmother. “Should I call her mamma,” asked she, ‘or what?” “J think,” said the justice, “you ought to call her Anna Held.” “Anna Held?” repeated she, inquir- ingly; “why so?” “Because she will be ‘papa’s wife,’ remarked the justice, with a chuckle.— New York Times. Convicts Write Aphorisms. The inmates of the Connecticut state priscn edit a paper called the Monthly Record, a part of v hich is devoted to ephcrisms. Here are a few specimens: Talking too muca is not one of our faults. Most men who follow the races nev- er catch up with them. It is not always the other fellow that needs reforming. Don't regard our wasness; only our ivness, and our nenceforthness. If time is money, we would like to swap our surplus supply for cash. About the onJy time some people tell the truth is when they talk in their sleep. We have no spring poems in this is- sue. Our circulation ought to double. “In Vino Veritas.” The very fulsome tribute paid by Sec- retary of War Root to Senator Platt, at the recent Amen Corner dinner—re- markable when viewed in the light of other public utterances made by Mr. Root concerning Mr. Platt—was draw- ing to a close, when Lieut. Gov. Wood- ruff leaned over to Senator Platt and said, with a smile: ¥ “Sweets from the bitter.” Gazing abstractly at Secretary Root, who, in concluding his grand perora- tion, raised his champagne glass above his head, and called upon everybody “to drink to our noble leader’s health,” Mr. Platt said, musingly: “In vino veritas.”—New York Times. She Furnished It. | “Yeur husband impresses me as be- ing a hie ah wonderful self-control.” said the neighbor. “Well, he hadn't much when I mar+ ried him,” rejoined Mrs. Diggsby, “but of late he’s been getting all that’s com- ing to him."—Exchange, — ” , Far From It “Is he a hard ag a an run away from It’s the easiest thing ‘Dr, D, Frank Powell, St. Paul, Minn. o | In Minnesota. : State News of the : Week Briefly Told. y | ALAR ORR SE SS cRcka dA 28S, 008 )@ @0 00 00 00 06 00 00 08 00 00 Dwight M. Owen, charged with forg- ery in St. Paul, was found not guilty. John Andres, an excursionist from South Dakota, was held up and robbed in St. Paul, Chairman L. A. Rosing says John Lind will be the Democratic candidate for governor. H. A. Olson, an inmate of the state asylum at Hastings, is dead, aged sixty years. He was committed from Ram- sey county. Dell Roberge, one of the men shot Sunday during a riot at St. Paul, in which three others were injured, died at the city ‘hospital. The Y. P. C. U. gonvention of the United Brethren church, Minnesota conference, will hold a three-days’ ses- sion in Spring Valley, June 17-19.” ‘Work has been commenced on the new postoffice building at Spring Valley, and in a short time two additional brick buildings will go up. Father William Brennan, a Roman Catholie priest, died at his -home in Chatfield. He retired from parish work en account of ill-health, some years ago. He was fifty-eight years old and formerly of St. Paul. It is reported that iron ore has been found on Mrs. R. A. Kragel’s farm, at Castle Rock, between Hampton and Farmington, and the prospects of open- ing a mine are excellent. Sheriff Christenson succeeded in cap- turing one Fred Copeland, and landed him in jail at Marshall. A warrant was issued for him last September, for the alleged disposal of mortgaged property. The Van Dusen elevator at Byron was struck by lightning, but was saved by three men with the aid of a barrel of water, which was kept there for fire protection, and Mr. Cutting’s chemical engine. : The synod has decided that as Red | Wing seminary shall not be removed, but no agreement has been made with regard to improvements. A committee of five was appointed to raise subscrip- tions at once. Rey. L. F. Badger of Tracy has re- signed from the pastorate of the Pres- pyterian church and accepted a call from Redwood Falls. An oak dining table was presented to him by his friends. Baptist Groebner of New Ulm wanted to punish his ten-year-old son, and his wife objecting, the two quarreled and a terrific fight ensued. When hostilities ceased the father’s ear was hanging by a mere shred of skin. As the steamer Acte was towing @ bange loaded with thirty tons of cement to Big Island, Lake Minnetonka, the cargo slipped to one side so far that the barge turned sufficiently to dump all the cement, $180 worth, into the lake. John Haase, Jr., who strick the blow that resulted in the death of Louis Scherer, was arraigned at Winona on the charge of manslaughter in the sec- ond degree, and his hearing set for June 19. In the meantime he is in jail. Judge McClenahan has. thrown out of ccurt at Bemidji the election contest case against Beltrami county. The ac- tion was brought by Shevlin people, who desired to postpone the building of a $20,000 court house in Bemidji, voted for at the recent election. Mrs. Mattie J. Heath has been grant- ed a divorce from James A, Heath at St. Cloud, and given the custody of their only child, a little daughter. Mr. Heath is a Great Northern engineer, and the divorce was granted on the grounds of cruel and inhuman treatment., Mrs. ‘Heath is a daughter of Wesley Carter. Frank Lynn, a farmer of Watkins, while driving to Annandale, discovered that the bridles of his horses were not adjusted correctly. H e removed the bridles to change them, when the horses became frightened and trampled on him, killingshim instantly. He is survived by a wife and family. Paul Steinberg was arrested at Wi nona, charged with violating the Wis- consin game and fish laws. He was caught in the act of operating a net about 1,000 feet long and containing sev- eral hundred pounds of fish. He was fined $50, and his seine, a new Win- chester rifle and boat were confiscated. During a heavy electrical storm at Stillwater lightning struck the house of E. S. 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