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y K XK K K K K K NS Vv NK NALAAA VVVOVVVYVVVVYVY og A Daughter 34 XN of the Beach BS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANA CHAPTER XxXil. Danger to Kate Purcell. It was a week later. All at the cot- tage of the Purcells seemed the same as ever. The next morning Dick Burt had ap- peared there with his arm in a sling. When questioned by Charles Purcell concerning his accident, he had looked sharply at Kate, who would not return the glance, though she felt it sink like a cold fear through her. She thought of Vance Rothesay, though she could not believe he had anything to do with Burt’s condition, “TI was shooting with a fellow over in the village last night,” he said, “and I accidentaily got a ball in my arm. It’s not much.” He said nothing more at the time, but Kate could not forget his glance and shuddered when she thought of it. That day Burt went up to Boston and saw Henry Loud, the detective, and related the whole circumstance to him, ending by saying: “If you can’t run that rat to his hole you’d better change your business. As for me, I'd do it myself, only I’ve got something more important on hand.” Loud had said nothing, but began to think there was a fate that kept him from getting on the right track. He had already become satigfied that Rothesay was in or near Boston, from the letter to Kate, and the very next day his inquiries led him to the stable where Rothesay had hired the horse and buggy. From the description, he was satis- fied that it was Rothesay, and he had traced the horse and buggy five miles from the stable, and then the accounts became confused, and there seemed to have been two horses and two buggies of that description, and he was able to follow but one, which he was satisfied was the wrong one. Though Burt thus hinted at some special business, as was mentioned before, matters were the same ou. wardly at Purcell’s house. Dick had concluded to wait a day or two longer than he had warned Pur- cell he would do, for he was uncertain as to the mode in which he would go to work. He had wit enough to see it Purcell could not get Kate to consent to be- come his wife to avert pecuniary ruin, that should he fulfill his threat and turn Purcell out of doors he would be no nearer securing the girl. Her father had failed. Well, he would give her one more chance. It was now the talk throughout the little hamlet that Vance Rothesay was suspected of Ralph Caryl’s murder, and that he could not be found by the officers. “Why does he hide himself?” they argued. “An innocent man doesn’t run away like that.” But Dick Burt said nothing. He watched Kate Purcell, and thus watch- ing, he swore a good deal to himself. He did some amateur detective duty, but with no result; so far as anybody knew. At the end of the week he came to Kate as she sat at twilight with a book held idly in her hand. She was alone, and she saw some definite purpose in Dick’s dark face as he approached her. “You don’t object to talking with me a few moments, I hope?” he said, sit- ting down beside her and trying to speak carelessly. “Why should I?” was the reply, and she succeeded better in trying to speak in an ordinary tone. “T don’t know, I’m sure, only I fan- cied you rather avoided me,” he re- plied, and then sat in awkward silence for a few moments. He knew he had a trump card to play, and still he did not feel so confi- dent as he wished he did. He dread- ed to meet her glance of wondering scorn when he should have said what was in his mind. She had waited a few moments, then she said: “Had you something particular to ‘say to me?” Burt knew he must begin now. He thought he was usually a rather bold fellow, but he did not feel like one now. é “I wanted to speak again of that subject which is so dear to me. I want to ask you again if you can give me hope that you will some time be my wife?” A shudder went through her as she heard his words, and she made an in- fs voluntary movement to withdraw far- ther from him. Recalling her self- command, she sat quite still, as she replied in a low voice: “I thought you understood that my answer was final. I hoped you would never mention the subject again.” A deep shadow came to Burt’s face as he heard the words, and knew how much decision there was in that soft voice. “Let me implore you to consider all that your refusal will entail before you speak irrevocably,” he said; leaning nearer to her and longing to take her hand, but not daring to do so. “I know that you have my father in gome way in your power, but it can never have been my duty to obey him in such a command!” She spoke with more heat than she had intended, and she sat with her hands clasped on her lap, the fingers pressed tightly against each other. “I was not thinking of my hold on your father,” Burt said. “I own that I do possess a power over him, but we will talk as if that did not exist.” A light sprang into Kate’s face. Had she judged this man wrongly? “Oh, you are more generous than I thought!” she exclaimed. He hesitated before he replied. “Wait until you hear me before you judge of my generosity. Do you abso- lutely refuse to become my wife?” “Yes. You know that I can answer you in no other way.” Burt’s face grew white as he heard. “Do my unchanging lov2, ny hopes in life, my whole future happiness count for nothing with you?” he asked impetuously. Cannot my devotion move you? Can you not pity me? Ah! you know nothing of the torments of love you have made me endure.” His voice trembled with his excite- ment. This time he caught one of her hands and held it fast, pressed be- tween his own. “You make my refusal very painful to me,” she said, unable to help feel- ing pained for him, but still speaking coldly and withdrawing her hand from his clasp. “Then I cannot move you from your decision?” gazing at her with blazing eyes. “No. And let me entreat you not to prolong this conversation. It is no fault of your or of mine that I cannot love you.” Burt rose from his seat, unable to control himself longer. “I know whose fault it is, though!” he cried. “I know it would have been impossible but that you had finally loved me well enough to consent if it had not been for that cursed man— that Vance Rothesay!” The hate in the tone with which he uttered that name made Kate shudder. “Dick Burt,” she cried, also rising, “I will not listen to you longer. Had I never seen any other man in the world it would have been impossible for me to have loved you. Let me go now... There can be no further need for me to stay.” She was walking out of the room, when Burt placed himself before her, his features betraying the rage that was in his heart. “Yes, there is great need for you # stay,” he said, speaking in a calmer voice than his features would have led one to expect—“so much need that I must insist on your being seated.” He took hold of her arm and led her back to her seat, and then went on, standing before her. “I suppose you will not deny now that you love Vance Rothesay?” “I deny that you have the least right to question me.” “At least I have the power to do that, and various other things, as you will soon find. I must say that I did judge that you loved Rothesay from seeing you on the beach with him one night, about a week ago. There was nothing but fear for her lover in Kate’s heart as she ex- claimed: “No matter what I did. I thank him for this disabled arm; but that is the very least I have to thank him for. I insist upon your telling me if you love him! Let me hear the words from your lips if it is so.” Kate’s eyes shone more sweetly than Burt had ever seen them as she an- swered: “I am not ashamed of my love. Since you know so much—yes, I love Vance Rothesay.” Burt stood motionless as he heard her words, and his face became livid. It seemed to him that he had never before so much desired her as now, when he heard her avow this love for Rothesay. He had felt sure of it ever since that night; still it was a severe blow to hear it thus. Now, indeed, he could form some idea of the way she could love, for her face revealed even more than her words. She bent her head to her hands, in- stinctively feeling that her counte- nance spoke of the deep emotion with which she had acknowledged her love. She could not bear that Burt should jook at her when she thought of Roth- esay. > “Does your father know this?” he asked. “No. me to tell you,” she said, indignantly. Burt, hardened and unscrupulous though he was, hesitated to speak that which he had come to speak. Still he had great faith in the effectiveness of the hold he knew he now had. Finally he said: “I ask you—I insist upon your lis-” tening attentively to what I say—you know, of course, in what kind of a po- sition this Vance Rothesay stands now. He is believed to have murdered Ralph Caryl. Do you know how strong the case is against him?” “I know there seems to be great rea- son for those who do not know him to suspect him,” she replied, an undefined feeling of alarm growing up in her heart. | to Be an Angel.’ It remained for you to compel | t She was surprised at the turn he had given to the talk. She had resigned herself now to the inevitable; she must hear what he had to say. “Let me go over again the case as it stands now,” he began; and then he went on stating all those circum: stances which looked so black against Rothesay, ending by saying: ‘You do not doubt this?” She shok her head; she knew that he had told her the truth. “He knows whether he is guilty or not, and I will express no opinion about that. He knows well enough he has little chance of acquittal if he were tried. He knows it so well that he is not goihg to risk a trial, and remains in concealment. Are you following me?” Again she moved her head, this time in assent. “Your sense teaches you that he is in great danger. From the fact that he does not come forward of his own accord you see that he fears that he will be found. You must know that?” “I know that he must have some good reason for keeping concealéd, just as I know that he is innocent and will in good time establish his inno- cence,” she said, in a firm tone. Birt smiled satiracally as he replied: “Of course you believe in him. But I appeal now to your cold common sense when I ask if one in a thousand will believe as you do. Everybody in this town has made up his mind. But I wanted to tell you one thing. It is this: I put his freedom or imprison- ment in your hands.” Kate started and repeated vaguely: “In my hands.” “Yes, I tell you the truth. I have discovered his place of retreat; I can find him at any time. Do you under- stand now that upon you rests the de- cision whether he shall escape or be tried for his life, with terrible odds ‘against him?” “But I tell you he is innocent. When the right time comes he will prove it,” she said, with emphasis. Again Burt smiled mockingly. He would have no mercy upon her now. “Plainly he has smal! hope of prov- ing his innocence, or he would put himself to the test. I tell you, Kate Purcell, I know some things of that man which would make even you wish the truth were different.” How could Kate keep the thought from flashing through her mind—“How little I know of Vance Rothesay?”— even though she rejected with scorn the intimation Burt had just made. She remained silent and Burt said: “Did you hear me when I said that his safety now rests with you?” “I heard you, but your talk is folly. Such a thing cannot be.” “Did I not tell you I knew his hiditig place?” and Burt advanced close to Kate and bent over her until his hur- ried breath swept her face, while his eyes shone with malicious’ triumph. “Do you yet understand,” he went on, “that upon your answer to me depends Rothesay’s safety?” Kate had not understood before; her mind had been dwelling too much upon Rothesay’s position for her to take in the full meaning of Burt’s in- sinuations. Now, as she comprehended him, she moved quickly away from him, her eyes dilating in an agony of surprise and apprehension. He could not be so vile, so detestible as this! No, she could not have understood him. She stood before him, her figure drawn to its full height, her face col- orless, her eyes flashing defiance. “You cannot be such a wretch as that!” she exclaimed. ‘No, that is im- possible!” Burt, despite his boldness, shrank a little as he saw and heard her. “All’s fair in love and war,” he mut- tered. She was going to leave the room, but he sprang forward and placed himself before her. He was resolved, and he was not going to be baffled by her scorn of him. He knew how advan tageous a position was his now. (To Be Continued.) No Influence. In Dr. John Hall’s time it was the custom in his church to use ‘the old- fashioned, simple hymns, and the sing: ing was congregational. On one occa- sion William M. Evarts discovered EB, Delafield Smith, then corporation coun- sel of New York city, singing with all his heart, and whispered to his friend: “Why, there is Smith singing, ‘I Want I know he wanted to be district attorney, but I didn’t know he wanted to be an angel.” The remark was repeated to Mr. Smith, and quick as a flash came the retort: “No, I have never mentioned the matter to Evarts, knowing he had no influence in that direction.”—Phila- delphia Public Ledger. The World’s Shipbuilding. The total output of the world during 1902 (exclusive of warships) is about 2,503,000 tons (2,126,000 steam, 377,000 sail). Lloyd’s Register Wreck Re- turns show that the tonnage of all na- tionalities totally lost, broken up, etc., in ‘the course of amounts to about 740,000 tons (362,000 steam, 378,000 sail). It will thus be | seen that the total net increase of the world’s mercantile tonnage during 1902 is about 1,763,000 tons. Sailing ton- nage has been slightly reduced, while steam tonnage has increased by 1,764, 000 tons. Of the tonnage launched during 1902 England has acquired over 46 per cent, and, of the new steam tonnage, over 53 per cent. A Time of Stress. - “Mamma, what are the equinoxial storms?” asks the little Wise boy. “The equioctial storms,” put in Mr. Wise before his wife could get her mouth open, “are due about the time your ma discovers the ugliness of her winter hat and the beauties of the new spring bonnets.”—Judge. Self in the sermon is like sand ip | the seed. | said to haunt the cloisters. twelve months} GAMBLING PROFITS ARE BIG. Man Who Controls Game in a Mexi- can State Makes $2,000,000 a Year. Did you ever hear of the man who broke the bank at Camanea?” Possibly not,.as the Camanea gam- ling resort has not attained the fame and prestige which is given to Monte Carlo. The bank is there and lt equals if it does not exceed its better known rival in the domain of the prince of Monaco. Frank L. Proctor is the ruler of this gambling territory. In extent it is far greater than the territory of the prince. It occupies an entire state in Mexico. Frank Proctor has absolute sway over the state of So- nora. The government of Mexico has given him a long term lease on the gambling privileges. Camanea is the richest and largest mining camp in Mexico. It is the center of Proctor’s gambling princi- pality. Not many years ago, Proctor, now prince of Camanea, was a cow- boy in Arizona, not extremely well fixed in this world’s goods. Not many years ago W. C. Green married a daughter of Proctor and afterward managed to attract some eastern capital to mining schemes he had on foot in Sonora. To-day he owns a _ $30,000,000 copper mine. Through Green, Proctor was provided with the gambling privilege in the state. The concession gives him the income of a multi-millionaire. Over the gambling tables at Cama- nea it is said that $20,000 passes every night. Some days the total amount has run up to $200,000. It requires 500 men to operate the tables, and a profit of $2,000,000 a year is derived from that place alone. Not only does Proctor control the gambling of Camanea, but also that of Hermosillo, Guaymas and Alamos. When it is understood that the popu- lation of Sonora would rather gamble than eat it may be appreciat- ed what an enormous sum passes into Proctor’s hands annually. MAKING CANES TO ORDER. Fashions Change in This as in All Things Else. “Fashions change in canes, as they do in everything else,” said a manu- facturer who knows all about the fashionable trade. “Last year our cus- tomers were calling for rough wood in its natural state, without any orna- mentation. They wanted canes made almost as thin and as light as whan- gees. So many cheap imitations had been made of silver-mounted smooth- wood canes that men of fashion would not look at them. This year we are returning to silver mounts, but in de- signs made to order that it will be almost out of the question for im- porters of cheap German silver to imi- tate. In umbrellas the large handles of rough wood still hold favor with the men. It is no longer fashionable to decorate them with initials. A man likes an umbrella that he can pick out at sight from a bunch of others at his club or elsewhere. Some men will have the crooked handle so that they can hang their umbrellas on a hook; in a hat rack, and we have to manu- facture a few of them to meet the demands of the trade. Women always go in for something odd, and usually expensive.” Good Night, Brief Day. So little done, so little done, And soon comes setting of the sun, So little said, so little said, And blue skies deepening to red. So short a time to backward gaze— The sky is filled with purple haze. So short a time to look afar— The veil has fallen from a star. Good night, brief day, adown the dark Float dewy memories, and, hark! To you and me fair angels call Beyond the moonlit, dreamland wall; And thou with Time and I with Sleep A happy, holy tryst shall keep. Strange Company of the Dead. In the near future the almoners ot Christ’s hospital, London, will carry into effect their intention to remove the human remains that are interred within the precincts of that ancient institution. A strange crowd—four queens, lords and ladies, knights and monks, and many persons of high and low degree—rest there, where once the Gray Friars placed their dead and many old Blues sleep beneath the cloisters, having been buried there, so was the custom, by torchlight. Also there lie the body of Isabella of France, the wife of Edward I, with her murdered husband’s heart upon | her breast. Her ghost was always So also do two rapacious favorites of Richard II and Dame Alice Hungerford, who brutally murdered her spouse in the year 1523. Dr. Hedin a Wide Traveler. Dr. Anders Sven Hedin, the illus- trious traveler, who lately returned from a wonderful Asiatic journey, was born at Stockholm on Feb. 19, 1865. Stockholm, Upsala, Berlin and Halle contributed to his education and his first expedition was through Persia and Mesopotamia in 1885-86. In 1890 he was a member of King Oscar’s embassy to the late shah of Persia, and in the same year began a journey through Khorasan and Tur- kestan. 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