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Doan’s Trial Triumph. He thought ‘her still overpowered | woan's iftal itriumpn: by the scene she had just passed p ee : ; through, while she was only thinking ? ; ° The Free Trialof Doan’s Kigaey Pili Hany copes Yani to tnbeasns, of the most ‘telling manner to adopt| A detective came down to Carylville It's the Doan way of proving Dy oy gil w Shemales os rrag ith him. to ask the mother and daughter a few “If I could only give you courage!” | questions. ‘he whispered, leaning very close. “Now the whole of his miserable way She looked up at him. In the dim'| of life will come out. Oh, it is shame- light she could see how full of en-| ful!” cried Julia. “Everything will be ticing fire her eyes were, albeit her} made known; not a decent thing can face was-so pale. * be said of him. People will say, ‘No “You are so strong!” she murmur-| wonder and no great loss if he was ed. “What should I have done with-| killed. He has left the world just as out you to-night?” he lived in it—shamefully!” Burt blushed with pleasure. He Kad | In this mood she went down stairs to no idea of a woman’s subtle art; he| see the man in. plain clothes whose was quite ready to be intoxicated with | duty is was to “work up the case.” a girl who spoke and looked like this.| First of all, he must find out some- Still he was stubborn, and he was | thing of Ralph Caryl’s habits—who had not going to give up Kate Purcell, | been the young man’s acquaintances. though he had forgotten her now. As yet it seemed nearly impossible to “I am glad I have been any help to | discover anything. Caryl had been so you,” he said. long absent that all his old acquaint- A Daughter | of the Beach : NX ADAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANA But she was very calm when he re- turned saying: “This is the place.” She clung to his arm as she went up (the steps. The man in the hall stepped forward and asked: backs are eased. Hip, back, and|{kidneys. I could not get myself. straight loin pains overcome. Swelling of the} when I tried to stand, would have to limbs and dropsy signs vanish, bend in a half enya position, I gota They correct urine with brick dust sedi- } trial box of Doan’s iney Pills and took ment, high colored, excessive, pain in| all of them, - At the end of two days they assing, dribbling, frequency. Doan’s| got me out of bed and I was able to go idney Pills dissolve and remove calculi} about. I take a delight in praising these and gravel. Relieve heart palpitation, | Pills."—Ape Gunn, Jr. ~ sleeplessness, headache, nervousness, AAAAAA R K iN iN iN P XK RocxDA£,Tex., Dec. 80, 1902.—‘‘When | : I received the trial package of Doan’s Kidney Pills I could not get out of bed without help. I had severe pains in the |: small of my back. Tho Pills helped me at once, and now after three weeks the ain in my back is all gone and I am no}} longer annoyed with having to get up|i CHAPTER XIII. Startling News. It was a fortnight since Vance Roth- esay had gone, and Ralph Caryl, who — had gone to Boston for the day at the same time, had not yet returned. The next day he had sent a note to his sister, saying he had been de- tained, but should come the last of the week. Of course, the encounter at the rail- road station had been repeated, with plenty of variations, and some blamed one party, while others differed, and the affair furnished tal kfor some time. Julia was angry at her brother that he should have done such a foolish thing, and immensely curious as to why he had done it. She now felt sure he had known Vance Rothesay before. é As the days went by, she became a little anxious, although Dic Burt fur- nished her with occupation. She had discovered that he waS more than willing to kill time with her, but that, while he was very much fascinated with her, she had not moved him from his allegiance to Kate Purcell. This exasperated her. There was a stubborn icalty in him bad though he was ,that many a bet- ter man does not possess. The two were walking along the road one evening at sunset, when they were met by Mr. Purcell, who bore ‘in his manner unmistakable signs of emotion . “When did you hear from your broth- er, Miss Caryl?” he ased, endeavoring to speak as usual. ' Startled, Julia answered: “Not for a week; what has hap- pened?” “There are rumors,” began Mr. Pur- cell; “but you know so little confi- dence can be placed—” “I have been very anxious,” said Ju- lia, controlling herself all the more easily that she had no great love for her brother. Still, she was extremely anxious that he should come to light, and carry on his purpose there. She appeared so calm that Purcell went on: The body of a man has been found in one of the back marshes in Boston —a man who has been murdered. This statement was made in last night’s paper; to-night it is thought the body has been identified.” “It is Ralph!” whispered Julia, her face now entirely colorless and her eyes dilated with horror. “Some say there is no doubt of it. “Btill, it is not certain. I thought it -might save a great deal of trouble if you could go into the city. I know it ‘4s terrible, but eventually you will have to do so. You will be sum- amoned.” “I will go with you, Miss Caryl,” Baid Dick; and we must go directly. ‘There is a train at half-past 8 o’clock. We will take that.” Even in that time, Julia had the thought that this should make a strong link between her and this man. But if Ralph was gone was there any object in detaching Burt from Kate? She would do it for the mere sake of conquering. Burt, who seldom read the papers, asked, as the three hastened along: “Does suspicion fasten upon dhy one?” “Not as yet.” Julia knew that Ralph had very etrange associates, and she thought the deed might have been done in some gambling quarrel. The 8:30 train carried her and Burt in to Boston, and in that short ride she did not forget to leave the im- pression upon her companion that she relied upon him—that he coul dsup- port and comfort her. Whatever were Dick’s feelings he did not reveal them, and Julia felt like dropping for his stolidness. “Shall we go directly there?” ased Burt, as they stepped from the cars. “Yes. I cannot endure this uncer- tainty.” ‘ Burt helped her into one of the waiting hacks, gave the order “to the police headquarters,” and sat down in silence beside her. In silence that dismal ride was taken. Julia’s mind was principally occupied with the fact that if this was Ralph who had been killed, then she had hope of that fifteen thousand dollars he had promised her. Things __| try to be strong; that you will bear always did sone out so palsy her} ap? : Had he not kissed her, and without | that ugly old man who has just regis-| es on the conscience. $250n ‘ the prize was always snatched away | Po sittin th t with h aU GP lovee Aud: oh | tered? > é from her at the moment she was e was sitting on the seat with her, | a wor love? And she had per- 5 TON ca ‘ TEN MEn eaatennin and he leaned very near‘her, having | mitted it—nay, she could not recall Clerk—Gave him the best in the If you want creamery prices, do as ‘and Windmills, 22% about to grasp it. Ng | half a mind to put his arm around her, | that moment without a pleasure | bouse- the creameries do, use JUNE TINT | seckMAN BROS., Des Moines, 1owa. thus while she leaned back in the carriage, apparently overcome by the dreadfulness of the errand on which she was going. At the police office where they stopped, they were directed to the place where the body lay. “Anything new been discovered?” Burt asked, as he turned to leave the room. “Nothing. But the police are on the track,” was the answer. ' “As usual,” muttered Burt. “But ‘what does that amount to?” In a few minutes more they reached the house to which they had been directed. It was situated on a quiet back street, and presented outwardly the appearance of a private dwelling. Julia’s face grew whiter, in spite of herself, as Burt went in at the door, and she sat waiting his summons. “Are you the sister?” “Yes,” she replied. “Let me tell you, then, that the face of the man is unrecognizable. It is in such a‘condition that it is hid- den from sight. The body was not found until it had lain a couple of days. You will follow me.” Julia listened to his words with a horror she had not felt before. She felt now like turning and fleeing, and she made a movement backward, say- ing aloud: “Oh, I cannot go!” “Remember that it is a duty you must perform,” said the cold, monoto- nous voice of the official. “It is ne- cessary that you see him.” Julia recalled her vanishing self- possession, and Burt himself could hardly restrain a shudder as the door was flung open, and they followed the man into a long, bare room, the only object visible being several low, flat benches at one end. “There is but one other body here now,’ ’said the man. “The body of an unknown woman who was drowned, and who has not been identified.” Yes, there were two _ figures stretched out, motionless, with that dreadful unmovableness that seems to belong only to dead bodies. The visitors passed by one—the wo- man, whose marble, upturned face showed none of the troubles of its life. At the next bench they paused, and Julia, who had thought she could not look at him, found her gaze irresisti- bly drawn toward the still figure. There was a cloth over the face, but the neck and hands—the whole form, in its ordinary clothes, was visible. Neither of the two who had come to see this body felt any doubt as to who had been its tenant in life. Though not any of the features were visible, yet everything else pro- claimed its identity. The tall and slender figure, the-soft brown hair, the white hands that had been so well and aristocratically shaped, the form of the finger nails, the cameo ring, with its exquisite head of Zenobia, which Caryl had managed to keep through all his poverty, the clothes— all were the same. The officer successively called Ju- lia’s attention to every detail, and he seemed convinced himself as he list- ened. “Do you know if there were any marks upon the body?” he asked. “No; I never knew of any. But still there might be, and I not know.” “Your mother is living?” was the next question. “Yes.” “I must request you to telegraph to her, directly, then. There is probably no reasonable doubt that this is your brother’s body, but she will settle the question absolutely, I think. And you know it is a question of the utmost importance as regards the case.” The dry, emotionless tone in which the man spoke, as if she were an au- tomaton who had come to view the body, seemed to threaten to set the girl wild. © She was already fearfully excited, and every word he said increased that feeling, which could be read in the hectic spots upon her cheeks and the fierce brightness of her eyes. “Let us go!” she whispered, clutch- ing at Burt’s arm, and when he had put her into the carriage and sat down beside her, she cried: “TI hate that man! He is everything dreadful! He has made even that horrible time more horrible!” Dick was somewhat shaken himself —he would not have been moved in that way if he had been in the midst of a melee where half a dozen men were killed around him. But he quickly recovered himself. His nerves were well sheathed, and he found it not at all unpleasant work to soothe his companion into calm- ness. He hastily drew the curtain of the carriage, for he did not fancy being seen, as the lights of the streets flashed into the windows. He knew too many people in the city, and he did not care to be questioned concern- ing his companion. “Those bodies are to him only blocks of something to be identified, and we were machines that might act in that capacity,” he said. “It’s cus- tom; I beg, Miss Caryl, that you will but not exactly daring to do so. Julia’s quick penetration told her that he was much more attracted, more moved by her beauty than he had ever been before, and she was not slow to take advantage of it. If she could only fetter him to her now! To confess the truth, Dick Burt had for her a fascination which no other man had ever been able to exert. _His manly, but rather coarse, beau- ty half-captivated her, who had not too refined tastes. She had no idea of marrying him, but even when her brother’s death removed the first in- centive, she was more than ever bound to win his love. She sat silent for some time after he had spoken. She had been really much moved, but she was rapidly re- covering and becoming alive to the “And I am ajone now—Ralph has gone. Oh!” and she shuddered and sobbed. She did not say she had never seen Ralph much and that she had never cared a fig for him. * Burt’s first impulse was to beg her to take him as a life-long companion, but then the thought of Kate came into his mind, and he did not wish to shut himself off from all chance of securing her, so he took refuge in uttering some vehement protestations of being at Julia’s command for any service whatever. Julia was angry as she thought she saw what withheld him from an avow- al, and her voice was still tenderer and still more suggestive as he said: “You are very kind—too kind Do not make my future life more than ever lonely by the memory of your words.” ‘ Burt drew her nearer to him, while he uttered some hurried, foolish words which did not mean anything, and then he bent down and kissed her two or three times with fierce pas- sion. She did not resist. For the moment she believed she had secured him. Then she remembered that he must be one of those men who do not consider themselves bound by such things—indeed, she was wise enough to know that “men of honor” do not invariably marry every girl to whom they have murmured passionate words and who they have kissed. At this moment the carriage drew up at the Old Colony depot, and the door was flung open by the driver. Julia always thought if she had had five minutes’ more time, then she would have heard an offer of mar- riage from Dick Burt. But she did not have the five minutes, and she was obliged to alight and walk into the depot, not in an enviable frame of mind. But Dick was. secretly relieved a little at the interruption. This wo- man had for him a kind of intoxica- tion, but he was always conscious of the fear that, if he should ever be led into marrying her, he should eter- nally regret it. He was shrewd, though he did not dissect his feelings; for aught he knew, Julia Caryl was all that she now seemed, yet something held him back. Was it loyalty to Kate Pur- cell? He believed it to be that. It was nearly eleven o’clock when Julia reached the beach that niglt, and she retired to bed very much dis- satisfied with herself—borne down by a sense of failure that almost over- whelmed that other sense of horror at her brother’s fate. CHAPTER XIV. Invstigation. Mrs. Caryl had been telegraphed to come directly to Boston to give her evidence regarding the identification. But, instead of her arrival the reply had been sent that Mrs. Caryl was ill —had been somewhat ill for a few days and the news had prostrated her; she could not leave her bed—im- possible for her to come. A summons was sent at the same time to Julia, who was thus compelled to leave the scene of her labors. She was really indignant with Ralph. He always failed in every- thing, and even in getting himself killed he must foil all her plans. It was exasperating to have to leave Dick Burt at this time. She was almost alarmed when she thought seriously of the matter, and found that she was interested in Dick Burt more than she had ever been in any one. She knew that she was under a kind of infatuation regarding him, but she yielded herself to it, knowing it was dangerous to do so, and that thus yielding would bring her only repent- once; but this knowledge made no difference. The thing she had begun only as | the fulfillment of a bargain with her | brother, she was now impelled to accomplish by the force of a passion | that was growing up within her. Not | that she even yet thoyght she would marry Dick, but she must bring him to her feet. Time enough then to de- cide that question. Mixed with the curious attraction he had for her was the fierce desire to humiliate him. which half frightened but wholly cap- tivated her. Yes, so sure ;as_ she lived, Dick Burt should come to her a suppliant. Such thoughts filled her mind as the cars bore her rapidly away from the shore and toward Carylville. It was not a very dutiful or affec- tionate daughter who came home to her sick mother, She had so little affection for Ralph that she wondered why her mother should bemoan him 80. Had he ever brought anything but misfortune upon them? She asked this pettishly, after listen- ing to the outpourings of her mother’s sorrow. “But he is my son!” was the pa- thetic reply. : And even Julia held her peac after that. : opportunities of the occasion. She| Meantime action was taken in re ances had lost sight of him. 'He had taken pains, also, not to have his re haunts and his old chums. ing, almost ministerial in appearance. “Miss Julia Caryl?” he said, as he advanced. (To Be Continned.) Ironing Without Fire. starting a flame with flint and stee’ was a tedious process, at the best, and “borrowing fire’ was usual among neighbors when one had the chance to lose his over night. I am unable to say how long this custom continued, but I must have been seven or eight years old when a vagabondish neighbor came to our house one morn- ing with his wife’s foot steve to vet gome coals. He was a reckless liar, he would of whom it was said, he “would lie for the fun of it,” when the truth would have been much more to his advantage. 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