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IN VWVVYYVVY CHAPTER XX. Rothesay’s Place of Refuge. Vance Rothesay did not pause in his swift walk. He was in the midst of a large extent of wood which’ covered many acres—the only woods of any size within fifteen or twenty miles. Although it was so dark he did not hesitate as to the direction he should take. He soon left the cart path and plunged into the thick wood at his left. He seemed to go by instinct, for his- mind was wholly occupied with his thoughts of the girl ‘he had met—of the words and tones which still thrilled him almost as much in the memory ot them as when he had heard them. For a while he forgot to fear for her safety or his own; he forgot every- thing, and felt nothing save the en- chanting intoxication of that mutual love. Though he was fleeing under the gravest suspicion, though his future seemed utterly darkened, yet never be- fore had Vance Rothesay been so hap- py—never before had he loved. He had gone on thus for an hour when he came to a small opening among the trees, where the light of the stars glimmered down, faintly reveal- ing a small hut of logs that looked like a black spot in the deep dusk of the place. He advanced slowly toward the door of the hut and drew a key from his pocket and put it in the lock. The rusty bolt resisted, but turned at last, and he pushed the door open. The darkness within was greater than that without. After having care- fully locked the door, Rothesay groped his way a few steps, and put his hand on a rough shelf in search of matches. There seemed some other movement | in the room besides his own, and the sound of a low sigh came to his ear. “I hope you have slept,” he said. “Yes, but to sleep is to dream such | fearful dreams,” was the answer, in a woman’s voice. Then the voice asked, “Why did you stay so long? I have had a thousand fears concerning you. I imagined you caught by the officers.” “You see it is not safe to give rein to your imagination,” responded Roth- esay, in a cheerful tone. And no whe had found the matches, and the next moment he lit a small lamp that stood on the shelf. He looked about him; carefully ex- amined the heavy wooden shutter that covered the one small wiindow. “I wonder how far our light throws its beams?” he said, in a tone of ap- parent cheerfulness. He left the hut and walked around it, | Jooking to see if any ray of light found | its way out. But the hut looked as | dark as if it had no light within it. | When he entered the second time he went and bent over the lounge, or more proprly the berch, where half re- clined the other occupant of this strange place. “T hope you-will not leave me again. Vance,” she said, almost peevishly, catching one of his hands and drawing him down on the lounge. “I see horrible shapes and I think every rustle of a leaf is the sound of a policeman’s footsteps. And I think the | trees seem full of eyes.” “And do I scare away all these hor- rible things?” asked Vance, in that tone of systematic cheerfulness, gently stroking her hand as he spoke. “[ feel safer when you are here—so much safer!” she whispered, laying her head on Vance’s shoulder and nestling up nearer to him. In a moment a long shudder went through her, and she put her hand over her eyes as if to hide something | from her sight. “Do you feel sure he is dead?” she asked, at last. “There can be no doubt of it,” he answered firmly, “and I must beg ot you again not to let the idea that he is not dead grow upon you. You must not do that. The past, with its sins, is gone. You are to think of it no more.” His words seemed to calm her for a short time, but only for a short time; then she drew herself away from him quickly and exclaimed: “Oh, what made that kill him? Yes, I was jealous enough to kill him, and for one brief moment I meant to do it. 1 saw him kiss her—that poor, miser- able shop girl. He even looked at her as he used to look at me. And he had persuaded her into meeting him there. But I hardly knew the pistol was going off, and I would have given my life to have recalled the shot after it had gone. Oh, is it true that he is dead? and that I killed him? And he loved me once!” The words poured in rapid succes- sion from her lips, and a deep color rose to her face, her eyes burning fe- verishly bright. Vance rose and gently laid the girl down on the couch. “Wave I not forbidden you to dwell on that subject?” he asked, almost sternly. “Do you wish to make me harsh to you, Rachael? Indeed, I can- not have you making yourself ill like this. Must I threaten you?” Rothesay stood a little ways distant from her, looking down at her with sorrow and perplexity in his face. He did not know what to do or say; PWVPVVYV VV VV VV A Daughter of the Beach NX AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANA he knew that she must suffer, and his heart ached with that knowledge. “You know that he loved me once?” AAAAAAA she said suddenly, raisimg her head and looking eagerly at her brother. “I know that he seemed to do 80,” he answered, “but you must admit that he was fickle as the wind. You must either call him that or a very devil of falseness. Are you going to talk of him any more, Rachel?” “But surely it cannot be any worse to talk of him than to think of him all the time. Let me talk, Vance. Whey you are away from me I just eat my heart out with thinking.” “Tf you feel any relief, then,” he said in despair, “talk all you wish. I shall not forbid you.” i As if the permission had made her. silent, Rachel did not speak for some time, and during that time Rothesay busied himself in producing some bread and butter from a shelf. Then from his pocket he drew a small flask of wine. “I suppose you have not thought to eat since morning,” he said, when he had put the articles on a chair near her. -“In truth I did forget,” looking at the food. “Then how do you expect to gain strength so that we may leave this place?” he asked. . “Forgive me,” she replied, humbly, and took some of the bread, which she found very difficult to swallow. But the wine she drank thirstily. Vance looked at her in silence, not eating himself. They could not be anything but glomy thoughts as he looked at this wreck of his sister. He recalled the time when she had been gay and beau- tiful and trusting. That time was three years before, when she was hard- ly eighteen. Then Ralph Caryl had met her. The man had been struck with her face and her grace of manner, and at the same time he thought she was pos- sessed of a fortune, and he had wooed her with an ardor that was felt at the time, for Caryl had that dangerous power of throwing himself with his whole energy into the pursuit of the moment. He had become engaged to Rachel Rothesay; then a few wecks after he had discovered that he had been ntis- taken as to her fortune—that she only had a few thousand. He had really been somewhat attached to the girl, who,he saw, had lavished the whole treasure of her affection upon him. But he had no real hesitation in de- serting her; and about that time, also, he got into trouble with the firm for whom he was pretending to work, and he escaped to Europe. The “difficulty,” as he called it, was in reality the fact of his forging tne signature of the senior of the firm. languidly | Fortunately for him the gentleman had been attracted to and interested by Caryl, and took no proceedings against him, hushed up the affair, but turned off Caryl and advised him to leave the | country. So it happened that Rachael Rothe- say’s life was shadowed when perfect happiness appeared about to be hers. Though young in years, she had more deep capacity both for enjoy- ment and suffering than most women, and the blow was more terrible to her than words can tell. She did not apparently droop so much under it as her brother Vance had expected. But her whole nature seemed changing into something hard and reckless. Perhaps never had Vance Rothesay so missed his mother as he did when watching helplessly the wreck of his sister’s life. The girl had no mother nor sister, no one but Vance, who did all a brother could do. In his heart there grew up a most bitter hatred toward Ralph Caryl, and it was not to be wondered at. When he saw how Rachel encour- aged her admirers—and she had many -—how she led them on to loving her, and then with a cruel pleasure tossed them from her: when he read how ter- ribly unbappy she was, and it was easy to tell that when he saw her alone, he grew really alarmed as to her eventual fate. He thought of her when Kate Pur- cell had said the voice he had heard below his sick chamber was the voice oi Ralph Caryl. He remembered all Caryl bad done, and the curse in his heart sprang to his lips. Now, though Caryl was dead, as Vance stood and looked at his sister, the batrec sprang up again as fiercely as ever. Raiph Caryl had made that girl what she was. He had blasted both their lives. How had Rothesay ever dared to think of love, bound, as he was, to one who was stained with crime—to one whom he must always protect and serve to the uttermost. Oh, what had love to do with such as he? Was he not even now in danger of apprehension for the deed his sister had done? Was it not for her sake, to shelter and save her, that he had con- cealed himself? And, so far as he could see, he could never come out and avow his innocence, for who would be- lieve him? In his sister’s hands was the vindi- cation of his innocence, and she comd only clear him by confessing her own guilt. As yet she had not the remotest idea that he could be under suspicion. Her thoughts went round and round in a very narrow channel, and Ralph Caryl. in some .phase or other, was always the subject of them. Now that Caryl was dead, her almost insane hate had changed to the love she had known for him, She mourned for him as for a faithful husband. And yet there were’ moments when she knew and felt his villainous behavior to herself. At such moments she rejoiced that she had killed him—was glad that he could never make love to another woman. In short, the girl’s mind was shaken by her long sufferings and by that last dreadful deed. But not so shaken but that rest would recover it; not so shak- en as to be insane. “You do not eat, Vance,” she said, looking up at her brother, who was leaning his arm on the rough shelf, not leoking at her, but with his gaze introverted—thinking, indeed, of the girl whose kisses were yet warm on his lips—thinking that he might never be able to claim her. He roused himself as Rachel spoke, and said: : “You do well to remind me that I ought to eat as well as you,” and he took a piece of bread and compelled himself to swallow it. Rachel watched him in silence; then. after a few moments, she exclaimed: “How selfishly forgetful remorse and sorrow make me! I had forgotten your marriage to Miss Lauriat.” “Spare your remorse concerning that,” said Vance, with a cynical tone in his voice. “What do you mean?’ with eager interest. “I mean that I am very little to Miss Lauriat. Read that; it will tell you all I know.” é And he gave her a slip of newspaper as he spoke. It was the item regard- ing Miss Lauriat’s runaway marriage. Rachel forgot everything else in her fear that her brother would suffer as she had suffered. She looked at him searchingly. “You loved her?” she faltered finally. “I fancied that I did at one time,, but I have recovered bravely,” he re- plied. “Do you tell me the truth? you try to laugh at your suffering “T tell you the truth,” he answered, Or do “when I say that I am grateful to her | for breaking her troth to me. I should not have done it, but I should have known that I was marrying with very little love. We were engaged too early. I had outgrown all the fancy 1 ever had for her, and I suppose she had done the same, and took this way | My thanks to} of cutting the knot. her.” There was no mistaking the truth of his words, and his sister uttered a fer- vent “Thank God!” as he ceased speak- ing. When he spoke again he had evi- dently put all thought of Miss Lauriat from his mind. “It is time you went to sleep, or tried to do so,” he said. “It is past mid- night. I am very thoughtless to allow you to be up in this way. To insure you sleep, let me give you a potion.” He dropped some laudanum into a/| glass of Wine and bade her drink it. Then he watched her as she lay there, noting how worn she looked, and feel- ing a fear that life and health would never again come to her. A vague plan of taking his sister to a foreign country, some wild thought that Kate Purcell might consent to go with him, was passing through his mind as he sat watching Rachel while the sedative gradually took the wide, anxious look from her eyes, then closed them in sleep. When she was sound asleep he rose and extinguished the light, and went out of the hut. Unable to sleep him- self, he could not remain quietly in the stifled atmosphere of that little room. (To be continued.) MERELY A QUESTION OF MONEY. How Charles Bancroft Dillingham Be- came a Man. Charles Bancroft Dillingham has a reputation as a wit among the theater managers. One of the stories td about him relates to the time when Ke decided to become a theatrical man. He was not in receipt of sufficient sal- ary to supply his wants and that was one of the reasons he accepted an of- fer to take up the task of amusing the great public. After he tendered his resignation his employer came to him. “Mr. Dillingham, I hear you are go- ing to leave us,” he said. “Yes,” was the reply. “T thought your work was pleasant.” “It is, sir, very,” said Mr. Dilling- ham. “Well, doesn’t everybody treat you properly?” “Yes, couldn’t be nicer.” “Then,” said the employer, should you leave us?” “Well,” said Mr. Dillingham, “you see, dad refuses to send me any more money.”—Philadelphia Public Ledger. “why LIKE SCOTCH PRESBYTERIANS. McKinley’s Remark to Secretary Wil- ” son in Cabinet Session. Ex-Postmaster General Charles Em- | orm Smith tells this incident of an all- day cabinet session on the Philippine question. Secretary Wilson, who is an ardent expansionist, had stated his views fully and with fervor. When he had finished, President McKinley said without moving a muscle: “Your remarks, Mr. Secretary, are just what I should have expected of you. You Scotch Presbyterians be- lieve in keeping the Sabbath and ev- eryything else you can get a lien on.” —wNew York Times. New Rival. “And you think Turkey excels all nations in everything?” said the call- er. “Well,” replied the sultan, “I’ll ad- mit that Venezuela has more ultima- tums than we have.”—Chicago News. ‘| ratified by Quebec’s System of Dairy Instruction. A Canadian paper tells of the Que- bec system of dairy instruction as follows: A pretty clear idea of the system followed in Quebec was obtained from Messrs. Bourbeau, Leclar, and Plam- ondon at the Ottawa conference. Practically all the cheese or but- ter factories are organized in syndi- eates, For each syndicate (includ- ing about 20 to 25 factories) there is an instructor. Above these instruc- tors—of whom there are 45—is a chief instructor, Mr. Bourbeau, and three general instructors. To Mr. Bourbeau the local instructors make | weekly written reports, and he is {thus able to keep close tab on their work. In case of special difficulty ;the work of the local instructor is | Supplemented by a visit from a gen- | eral instructor or Mr. Bourbeau him- | self. Before a man can even apply for | the position he must have served at |least three years as chief of a fac- tory. Then he may apply to the sec- | retary of the Dairy Association for | admission to the dairy school. When | this application is made an inspector jis instructed to visit the applicant | at his factory and secure a statement |from the purchaser of the factory’s |goods as to the quality of the lat- ter, If the visit shows the factory in |@ satisfactory condition, and the re- | port of the buyer as to the quality of | the factory’s output is favorable, the | applicant for the place of inspector |may enter the dairy school. If he | passes the required examination at | the end of the school term he is per- | mitted to serve as instructor for 12 months. If his work that year mer- {its the approval of the general in- spector he can take a second term | at the school and then, on passing an- | other examination, he gets his dix ploma. But still he is not at the end of it, as he is required to return to the school once in three years in or- der that he may keep in touch with all the developments that occur from time to time in dairy practice; and even after all this he is subject to dismissal for cause. That ought to insure efficiency. An instructor is really a Provin- cial officer. True, he must pass an | examination before a board appoint- ed by the Provincial Dairy Associa- | tion, and part of his salary is paid by a tax upon the factories in his | Syndicate, but his appointment is the Lieutenant-Governor- Council; he receives a salary, and | not fees, and half his salary is paid from the Provincial treasury. He thus has the standing and independence of a public officer and has the author- ity required to keep the factories un- der his supervision up to the mark. Two Wisconsin Dairy Meetings. The second meeting and. the thirty- first meeting of the Wisconsin Dairy- men’s Association were held in the city of Fond du Lac. At the latter meeting the president, J. Q. Emery, contrasted the conditions under which the two meetings were held. In part, he said: The second annual meeting of this association was held in the council chambers in this city of Fond du Lac, February 17 and 18, 1874. At that time Hon. W. D. Hoard, then secretary of the association, reported the production of cheese in this state ‘as 10,000,000 pounds, which sold at about 10 cents a pound. The product of the Wisconsin cheese factories for 1902 approximates 90,036,000 pounds which at ten cents a pound (probably an under-estimate) shows a total esti- mated value of the cheese product of | Wisconsin for 1902 to be $9,036,000, an increase of more than 800 per cent on the product of 1873. The. published records of the Fond du Lac meeting for 1874 disclose no discussion whatever concerning the production of butter. The production of cheese only was considered. The records of that meeting do not in any way show the butter product in Wis- consin for that year. Such a thing | as our present system of creameries was unknown and. probably un- dreamed of, and there were few pri- vate dairies. Contrast that condition with the year 1902 when the factory- made butter in Wisconsin amounted | to 74,000,000 pounds and the butter produced upon the farms may be tak- en at 44,750,000 pounds. The estimat- ed value of creamery-made butter is $14,975,000, and of the farm butter is $8;950,000, making a total estimated value of the entire butter product of | Wisconsin for 1902, the sum of $23,- 745,000, Meeting of Ayrshire Breeders. 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