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a \ «®longed for this moment! Nw PWV VV VV VV VV VV A Daughter of the Beach K AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAS S AAAAAAASN NX A CHAPTER XVIII.—Continued. As sunset came of this day when Kate Purcell had shown Henry Loud that letter, thick clouds rose over the water, and soon obscured the whole heavens. In the west lightning darted across the obscured horizon, and thunder rolled in low mutters across the sky. But Charles Purcell took his lantern, his spade and pickaxe and went off along the coast—not until the night had become dark, however, and he would not be likely to be seen. Kate was Itft alone. Instead of sit- ting down quietly to her work or her reading—and she had heretofore found herself able to compel herself to do that—she could not keep still. She wandered about the house rest- lessly—she walked on the sands and returned to the house, unquiet as the low wind that sighed mournfully over the beach. And with her unquietness a kind of expectation of, she knew not what, filled her soul. Was she happy or miserable? In spite of all she had to make her un- happy, she was conscious of a strange joy; her heart beat tumultuously, her “breath came with diffifficulty and her eyes shone with an expectant light. She stood near the door of the house, the damp air moistening the loose waves of her hair, her gaze trying to penterate the darkness which was only relieved by the sheets of light- ning that shot athwart the west. Her hands hung before her, clasped tightly—her whole figure was bent slightly forward in an expectant atti- tude. After a few moments she turned to go into the house, murmuring: “Some delusion possesses me. I ought to be utterly miserable, and yet some divine joy fills my soul.” She paused near the door, dreading to go in and shut out the sweet air of the night. As she stood thus in the dark, only faint ray from the window showing her figure, a step approached from the direction of the water. In the stillness one could hear fora great distance the crunching of the sand, for the water was at low tide and making but a faint noise as it touched the shore. The thought that this approaching footstep might be that of Dick Burt came to the girl, but she did not move. In a moment more a tall figure was outlined dimly beside her. “Kate!” said a deep, melodious ~voice that made the girl’s blood rush still faster through her veins. She did not reply—for her life she “eould not then have spoken. “I have risked everything to see you,” said the voice. And the man came nearer, seized Kate’s hands and pressed them to his vheart, which bounded fiercely. She did not resist, and he drew her close to him, bending his head and pressing warm and passionate kisses von her hair, her eyes, her lips, mur- mouring words of a love he fad never dared before to utter. Kate lay in Vance Rothesay’s em- brace for a moment, forgetting every- thing but the supreme love that ruled . her. His presence, his caresses, re- newed in her the joy of life which she had feared never again to know. But with thought came memory with @ spasm of sharp pain. She tried to withdraw from his arms, saying: “{ had forgotten, oh, how much I had forgotten!” The words were a cry of entreaty, almost of agony. She was awaking to the fact that this man to whom she hhad now confessed love was not her own—that he belonged to another. But he would not release her. He drew her farther into the darkness, down toward the solitary beach. “You shall not leave me yet,” he said, quickly. “You shall not reproach yourself for allowing yourself to love me. Oh, if you could know the para- dise your love opens to me!” His voice trembled as he finished speaking and he held her more close- ly to him, as if some unseen power ‘was about to snatch her away. They were soon on the sands, now utterly deserted. The two were alone with love. Never in her life before had Kate Purcell felt so weak, so unable to as- sert herself and withdraw from this man whom she had not right to love. She was enthralled by the sweet power he exerted. She wished she might die then and there and thus end the struggle which must last her life- time. “You love me—you love me!” he whispered on her lips. “Tell me 30; Jet me hear your voice saying those words! Good heavens how I have wa How I have dreamed day and night of the time when I could hold you in my arms, feel your breath thus on my face, your heart beating against mine! Never until now did I know how Antony could ‘kiss kingdoms out’ for his love. Kate, I could sell my life for this. mo- ment!” The intensity of the passion she in- gpired and shared transported Kate from all the thoughts of prudence that had come to her. At this moment she would have consented to receive 2s her lover him whom she believed to pe sacredly promised—almost an- other's husband. She said nothing; she could not speak. Her head lay on Rothesay’s breast; her eyes ,half closed, were filled with the rapture that flooded her whole being. if “I am free!”—he whispered next— “you know that I am tree from that engagement, or, I should not have dared to come to you. Since I wrote that letter—ah, I could not help writ- ing to you!—even since then I gave learned of my freedom, and I lost not one moment in seeking you.” A joy so intense that it almost gave her a sharp physical pain shot through Kate as she heard him. She was free to love him—free to take this bound- less happiness into her heart. She did not think then of all the other troubles that had beset her—that she had still to contend against. “You are free?” she repeated, lift- ing her head and looking at him, meeting in the darkness the brilliancy of his eyes that she could not have borne in the daylight. “Did you not know it, since I am here?” he answered. And he knew that, though she had yielded thus, had she still found him bound she would have bade him go— when reason and conscience resfiimed the control which love had for the mo- ment gained. He went on hurriedly: “Yes, I am free by Miss Lauriat’s own act. I saw in this evening’s pa- per an account of the runaway match of Miss Laura Lauriat of Philadelphia. It seems she, also, has chains irksome, and, thank God! she has broken them. Perhaps the shad- ow of suspicion under which I lie has- tened the event. At any rate she has freed me. It was an ‘engagement en- tered into when we were both too young. Still, I had supposed, of course, that I had loved her. I, who had never known love until I had seen you,” pressing his lips to the hand he held. “Then I knew what love was. Ah! I hope never again to know the torments of despair and bliss that I knew when I was ill here, and longed so to see you, and yet dreaded your coming for fear that I might betray myself. And you—you were as cold as snow. You plunged me in despair. I, who had no right to wish for your love, could not repress my desire to win it. You knew that I loved you?” bending his face down until he could see her eyes. “The fire in my must have made itself felt, though I denied it all expression. You knew that I loved you?” “Yes, And yet I thought it could not be,” she answered. “And you?” he persisted. “I? I loved you. I have spent hours praying that I might be able to stifle the love that was at once so sweet and so bitter. Oh, I loved you!” She repeated the words with the abandon of a perfect passion that knows itself responded to—that is not ashamed of itself. : He pressed her yet closer to him, and poured forth incoherent expres- sions of a fiery and rapturous emo- tion. hg ‘ As, in the wistful musings of her lonely life, Kate Purcell had dreamed of being loved, so now she was pene- trated and encircled by a passion that was to change all her life for her. The happiness of which she had known herself capable, but which she had never expected to know, was hers. The silence which surrounded the two was full of the emotion which ruled them; it seemed as if the night itself knew their happiness and brood- ed with tenderness above them. After a time Kate recalled to her mind the danger that, Rothesay might have braved in coming to her. She knew nothing of the circum- stances. She only knew that he had, for some reason, concealed himself of late, and that officers of the law were fooking for him. Thinking of this, she said, in a voice that revealed her fear: “But you should not stay—you may be found! Oh, why did I allow you to remain a moment when I knew what search is being made for you! Go now!” | She pushed him from her, and turned away herself, entirely pos- sessed now by the thought that some \one might find him there. But what lover would not have lin- gered a moment longer? He could not go. He detained her, seizing her hand and holding it fast while he said: “I cannot leave you yet. I would piness like this. If fate had not wound such a web about me I would claim you this moment!” There was an angry rebellion in his voice, as well as a terrible impatierice. Kate could not help reiterating her fears, and her wish that he should not linger a moment. The thought that he might be arrested was unendur- able. Now that she knew that he loved her, and that she was free to love him, she felt that she could endure absence from him—everything but that he should be in danger. “Is there, then, so much danger that I shall be arrested,” ‘he asked, “that you tremble so, and that you cast such | looks into the darkness as if you could pierce it?” “Oh, yes!” she whispered. not know. Only to-day—” Sne suddenly paused, as a more “You do found her j teart | risk much for a few moments of hap- j ‘when Rothesay had left her, had risen | master stroke of genius. lightning Jurid glare the dark water, the stretch of beach, the two fgures standing there. 3 In that moment they did not see th outline of a form standing up on the ridge of high-water mark—a figure that started visibly as the flash of light showed him the man and woman. “Ah, muttered this unknown man. And he took a few steps quickly for- ward on the shingle; but the sound of his movements seémed soloud that he st®pped quickly, and for fear he might be seen when another flash of light- ning came he threw himself flat on the ground, listening intently and with his eyes turned in the direction in which he had seen the two. “It was Kate—I’d swear it was Kate!” he said, as he Jay there mo- tionless, patiently waiting. ‘So this is her way! So. coldly modest, so devil- ishly proud with me, or with any one that I knew! She kept Caryl at a dis- tance, and Caryl was false to every word he told me and tried to win her for himself, I am convinced. Luckily, Caryl is out of the way. It’s not safe to oppose me too much. And she— she meets a man in this way! Curse him—a thousand times curse* him! Those two are lovers! And her father assured me that she loved no one. Now I know the secret of her coldness to me. But who is the man? Is he Rothesay? He’ll find himself in a mighty tight box if it is.” Rapidly he mutteréd these words be- tween his teeth as he lay, like some wild beast, crouching for pywy, Kate, watchful as she had suddenly become, had not seen that prostrate form. “Give me one minute more,” pleaded Rothesay, “and then I will go! Do they suspect me of causing Ralph Caryl’s death?” “Strongly—and your concealment, your open quarrel with Im at the railroad station—oh, do you not see’ how strongly they would suspect?” re- plied Kate, longing to ask him to ex- plain his movements. ~ “Yes, I see they must. But I can do nothing now,” he said, in a tone that gave no hope of his changing his mind while he was bound by those mysteri- ous circumstances which he did not attempt to explain, and about which Kate would not question him. “But you—you do not share these suspicions?”. , _ “Can you ask me?” she said, indig- nantly. “Byen though my own actions seem to say those suspicions are just and I do not explain to you?” he persisted. “Do I not love you?—and, loving; do I not believe in you?” she said, in a voice whose sweetness thrilled her lover as no passionate protestations could have done. In a few moments more Kate was alone, standing just where Rothesay had left her. The clouds over the sky had thick- ened; the lightning had become more frequent and sharp, and now ‘some heavy drops of rain began to fall. For a while it seemed as if the girl was unconscious of the storm that was about to burst upon her. The glamor, the dear enchantment of love was upon her, and the presence of the loy- er seemed still to surfound her and shield her. She forgot all her fears and anxie- | ties. She believed no one had seen him, and she gave herself up to the bliss of the first, the supreme love. She had not seen the figure that, and moved swiftly after him. It was well for her peace that she had not. In a moment more the tempest, which bad been so long in coming, burst oVer the shore with terrific fury. Rain came down in sheets, lightning flashed from one horizon to the other. The whole world seemed enveloped in the rush of the flood and the’ roar of the thunder. Kate, though she ran swiftly, was drenched before she could reach her home. Her long hair, unbound by her running, was dripping with water; her cheeks glowed, her eyes burned with a fire before unknown, but which made her beauty yet more seductfre. Could Vance Rothesay have seen | abolish it, “for,” said he, “if hangifig | her face then, could he have left her? (To be continued.) IT WAS A GOOD DISGUISE. A Number of Things That One Thomas Does Not Know. Tommy the Toff approached the sleepy looking Chinaman and pulled his pigtail off. “You a detective?” sneered Thomas. “Why, you couldn’t even detect an escape of sewer gas.” The detective looked like 30 cents. | The disguise was complete. It was a “Where did he disappear?” muttered | Tommy in an awed whisper. On the sidewalk he espied a quarter and a nickel. He picked them up and passed on. To this day Thomas does not under- stand how the evidence was secured that led to his conviction. Neither does he understand what became of that 30 cents—New York Evening Sun. Confidence. Choker—But reflect that you might die to-night. Spats—Oh, come off. Choker—But life is very uncertain. Spats—Say, I indorsed a friend’s note for ninety days yesterday. He skipped town this morning. I'll bet you a suit of clothes that I’m good for another three months all right, all right —New York Sun. Too Loud. “Let me alone,” he grumbled. “What on‘earth did you wake me out of a sound sleep for?” “Because,” replied the patient wife, “it was such a distressing sound.”— Philadelphia Press. Never judge a woman’s mind by the time it takes het to make it up. ¥ ‘Surgeon’ Modern surgery employs dozens of different kinds of thread for sewing up cuts and wounds. Among them are kangaroo tendons, horsehair, silk, and very fine silver wire. The short, tough tendons taken from the kanga- roo, which are used for sewing severe woungs, are particularly valuable and have saved many lives; they hold for about a month before they break away. Silk thread will hold for mucIt longer, sometimes six months, while the fine silver wire is practically in- destructible. Thus a surgeon is able to select a thread that will last as long as the wound should take to heal, and will then disappear entirely —Sci- ence Siftings. On the Duties of Parents. “Tommy,” asked his grandmother, “why would you rather be a little boy than a little girl?” “Because, grandma,” replied Tom- my, “I’d rather be a papa than a mam- ma. The mamma has to take care of the children at home, but the papa just goes to the office.”—Little Chron- icle. © ‘ Through and Through. New Bedford Mass., March 2d.—At 658 First street, this city, lives a very happy man. His name is Ulric Levas- seur and he certainly has good reason to feel glad and proud. Mr. Levasseur has been sick for a long time with general weakness and a sore pain in his back. At the last he got so very bad that he could not walk without great misery. Now he is well, and in speaking of this won- derful change in him he says: “TI believe it to be my duty to tell everybody how I was cured. I was ‘so weak thatI could not stoop. In fact,1I was unable to walk without great pain. I began taking Dodd’s Kidney Pills and after a two- months’ treatment I am well and sound again. “Dodd's Kidney Pills are a God-sent. remedy. -J will always praise them for their wonderful cure of my case. They cured me through and through. I am as strong and able a man now as I ever was.” The highest manhood resides in dis; position, not in mere intellectn.—H. W. Beecher, Deafness Cannot Be Cured by local applications, as they cannot reach the diseased portion of the ear. ‘There is only one | way to cure deafness, and that is by consti tutional remedies. Deafness 1s caused by an inflamed condition of the mucus lining of the Eustachian Tube. 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At a recent debate among the mem- bers of a downtown literary society on | the question, “Should Capital Punish- | ment Be Abolished?” a speaker in the | negative took the position that as the | general sense of justice of mankind | for centuries had justified the death | penalty for great crimes, therefore | those of this generation ought ‘not to | was good enough for my father, it is | good enough for mé.”—Philadelptita | Public Ledger. | Gen. Gough’s Victory. A good story is told in connection | with one of “Goof Bahawder’s” battles | with the Sikhs. Gough was a man of | extraordinary .personal bravery, but | he was also extremely reckless and | impetuous, and his great idea on all occasions was to charge. His staff, | soon realizing what risks attended | this dashing description of tactics in,| dealing with such an enemy as the Sikhs, persuaded Gough at the com- | mencement of one of he more impor- tant fights to mount a high tower, only | accessible by a ladder, the suggestion. being made that he could better di- rect the operations from that emi- nence. Gough climbed to the top of | the tower, and rapidly came to the | conclusion that the only course was, as usual, to charge; but when he | wished to descend, the staff and tha) ladder had disappeared. The story, | goes that there was no immediate charge, and that the battle was won | for that reason.—London Globe. A LAYMAN Gave Doctor a Hint About Coffee. Speaking of coffee a doctor of Deca- turville, Ohio, says: “We used to an- alyze coffee at the medical college and in spite of our laboratory tests which showed it to céntain caffeine, an active poison, I continued to use the drink, and-later on found myself affected with serious stomach trouble, indi- gestion, headaches, etc. The headaches came on so regularly and oppressed me so that I found it difficult to attend to my regular duties. One day last November I met a friend whom I had known to be similarly af- flicted. His marked improvement in appearance caused me to inquire what he had been doing. He announced that | he had, some time ago, quit coffee and was using Postum Food Coffee. To this change he attributed the change in his health. - I took the hint, even from a layman, ,| and made the same change myself. The first week I noticed a little differ- ence, but not much. The third week the change was almost magical. 1 have continuei with the Postum and now my digestion is perfect, the nerv- ous headaches have entirely disap- peared, and I am well. My own an- alysis of the Postum Food Coffee shows it to be a pure food drink of strong character, which is a marked contrast to ‘the old-fashioned coffee.” Name given by Postum Co.. Battle Creek, Mich. | without detection. .ed with him for a season wearied him ph ; Guiet Guest at a Smoker Introduced an Innovation. | 4 There was a smoker given a few evenings ago by a man whose name is familiar to every New Yorker. He had invited only a few of his most in- timate friends, and ev knew everybody'else. Only one,man did not seem thoroughly at home. He was a quiet, unassuming sort of Chap, and as the convivial company began to recall other good times they had had to- gether he withdrew to the depths of a leather arm chair in a far-off corner and seemed to feel out of place. The group about the table became began to talk of college days. This seemed to make the little man draw into himself more than ever and he be- gan to frown. Finally three men at one end of the tabled clinked glasses and yelled in unison: “Rah! rah! rah! Tiger! Sis—boom— ah! Princeton.!” Immediately a little group formed opposite; there was a hurried filling of glasses and then the windows rat- tled to the tune of: “Rah! rah! rah! Penn-syl-van-i-ah!” Ten seconds later there came from another group a strenuous: “Rah! rah! rah Rah! rah! rah! Rah! rah! rah! Yale!” a The little man in the leather chair sat up and looked disgusted. He was about to sink back again, thinking the noise was at an end, when two men joined in another college yell. This was too much for the little man. He rose to his full height, stood up on his chair, waived his hands wild- ly above his head and ‘shouted: “Rah! raht rah! Rau: rah! rah! Elmira Reformatory! Rah! rah! rah.” —New York Press. 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My My Thought crouched, waiting, beside | my bed | When I woke in the dawn’s dark gray; His hand stole up and gripped my hear! Whilst I heard what he chose to say. I hid in the darkest holes of earth, | And his eyes through the blackness | stared; | I broke his bitter bread with him And his brackish bowl I shared. \ And if I sank on my knees to pray, Even there my Thought knelt, too; And when I shrank in my dream, he said, “Yes; I am here with you.” But yesternight I turned and sprang * On the haunting, gibing Thing, And I lay me down and slept in peace |- And left him quivering. And now I sit in a gray stone cell, “You'll hang on the morrow,” say yel) But what care I, since I’ve settled tne) score Between my Thought and me? A Retributive Sting. A man who was engaged in writing | anecdotes and such things for publi-| cation read his latest effort to his | wife. “Don’t you think that’s good?” he asked. “It is good, but it’s not new. 1) have heard it before,” she answered. | “Yes, I know you have; but you, heard it from me. It has never been in print.” “T have heard it more than once,| and have told it several times myself,” | she insisted. | “Oh, well! I am going to send it along,” he snarled; “I don’t care if you have told it. That doesn’t of ab- solute necessity spoil it, although it does, I must confess, militate against it a good deal.” And that was the reason why he had to subsist on cold victuals for a week thereafter. | | pretty | Radical Innovation. When Congressman Moon of Ten- nessee was on the bench in. that state, the attorney general who collaborat- a good deal with much speaking, and exasperated him with laxity in prac: tice. 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