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i i | a i i i | | _ if she were carved in-marble. 7 XK \ iN iS iN XK XK NS CHAPTER Xi!l—Continued. “I thought this sweet night air might do you good,” Vance was saying to his sister. “Every day I hope you will be well enough to go. Are you not a little stronger to-night?” “Yes, I think so. . To-morrow we may go, may we not?” Rachel raised her head and looked at him. He could not help, sighing. Every day for a weck she had thought she would be able to go the next day. “I hope so,” he said, wearily. “I am such a burden to you!” sho said. “IT thought I was strong in health, but then I have been through so much!” And her head drooped again to its resting place. Only a faint murmur of the voices came to the two watchers in the woods. In a few moments Rothesay and his sister rose and walked slowly toward the hut, he with his arm still about her and supporting her steps. They came within two or three feet of Kate, who saw the pale, beantiful face of Rachel. It seemed as distinct to her as though seen in a blaze of light. She was afraid Rothesay woul!l hear the furious throbbing of her heart, though she pressed her hands upon it, | longing to stop its beat forever. Yes, it was Rothesay, and the next moment the two had disapyvearei in the hut. “Let us go,” said Kate. | And she made a movement to turn, but tottered and almost fell. Burt’s arm was about her in an in- | stant, and he ws helping her away from the spot; but she did not faint, as she feared she would. In a mament she withdrew from him, saying: “I can walk alone. I found I was very tired, but I am better now.” Burt did not insist upon assisting | her; he merely walked in advance, bending down branches and trying to | make her path easier. He was wonderirg that she loved Rothesay’ so much, and thinking that | all the more surely should, he hiniself win her now. In the humiliation, and pain of this discovery her heart would turn to him—her very pride would be | his ally. { So he reasoned, and he wontd have been right concerning many women. Not a word was spoken while the | two made their way out of the wood. He put her into the carriage and sat down beside her, while the horse sprang forward, impatient to be gone. Burt waited anxiously and impa- tiently for Kate to speak, but she sat motionless as a stathe ‘beside him, and seemed as incapable of speech as As they drew near the shore, Burt asked: “Are you convinced?” “Of his falseness?” seh asked, speak- ing in a hard tone, very unlike her! usual voice of melody. “Yes, of his falseness—of his un- worthiness,” Burt responded. © “T need only to tell you that hence- | forward he can be nothing to me,” she | replied, in the same voice. Burt tried to restrain the manifeste- | tions of his triumph; he knew that he must not reveal it too visibly. But ke could not help saying, in a ton2 that was not quite steady: “Kate, you take such q weight from nity mind. The man has déccived you most grossly.” “And we will never mention him again, if you please, was,her decisive response. They were now driving slowly through the sand which surrounds Purcell’s house. Burt could not leave her until he had asked her again the question so vital to him. “Dg you give me your promise?” he said, as they réached- the door. , In spite of herself she shuddered. “Ask me to-morrow,” she replied. I can think of nothing to-night, and when I give a promise I intend to keep it.” Burt said no more. He felt assured of victory, and he left her with no other word. _ “It’s not my way to fail,” he said to himself with a smile as he went home. There’s too much brought to bear on her now; she will turn to me. It’s as certain as the sun will rise to- morrow. Not many women can bear what she has seen to-night without rushing into anything that offers after- ward. I'll take her at the rebound. But I must say that Rothesay is a devilish mean fellow to keep on with that girl he has with him at the same time he makes love to Kate. One at a time is my motto. You are sure to get into hot water if you make love to two at the same time. It’s lucky Miss Caryl is gone, or she might have got me into trouble.” A Burt slept very soundly the remain- der of the night. He saw his way clear now. He meant to take his bride away in less than a month. CHAPTER XXIV. Kate Alone. When Burt left Kate at home she went directly indoors and sat down in the little kitchen, wafting for him to WUVTVVV VV VN A Daughter of the Beach V4 : NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANA depart, and trying to decide upon her course of action. She knew now in what danger Roth- esay was as long as Burt knew his AAAAAA AA place of concealment, and she knew that when she should refuse to prom- ise to become Burt’s wife—and she must refuse the next time he asked her—then Dick would carry his threat } into execution and betray Rothesay’s hiding place. She had gone with Burt that night that she migh warn Rothesay, and now she could lose no time. Her lover was lost to her, but she would save him just the same. But was she able to walk that dis- tance before daylight?—was she able to do it any way in her present weak- ened state? She dared not undertake to walk for fear she would fall by the wayside. But she must go; no other could do the errand, and the next day she must say that word to Burt which would send him on his errand to reveal Roth- esay’s secret. Kate could think of but one way, and that was very risky. One of the neighbors owned a horse which was kept in an old barn near by. Kate had often borrowed the horse to ride horse- back over to the village. She must borrow it now, and with- out leave, and she must not linger. She lit a match and looked at the clock on the shelf. It was not quite twelve. Possibly she might ride to the woods, do her errand and get back before people would be stirring. She must try. If she could get back be- fore the owner of the horse was up, he might wonder who had borrowed “his horse in the night, but she would not tell him. She wished the summer mornings did not dawn so early. In ten minutes after Burt had left Kate at her home she was hurrying through the darkness toward the barn where the horse stood. People did not fear thieves much in that section, and this warm night the barn door stood half open. How fervently Kate praped that no one would hear the horse’s feet as she led him out of the door. She did not know what she should say should any one come upon her and question her actions. Rapidly she saddled the horse, mounted and rode out toward the road. No one had seen her—no one, appar- ently, had heard her. On the highway she urged the horse into a gallop, and kept him at it al- most every step of the way to the place where Burt had stopped, so that the animal was panting heavily and sweating prafusely. She tied him to a tree limb and pushed on afoot, and soon discovered how impossible it would have been for her to have found the way had it not been for the trail of little pieces of paper that she had made when she came with Burt. But by the aid of these little white specks she was ena- bled to go on without pause ‘of any length of time until she came to the very spot where she had been stand- ing, and had seen Rothesay and his companion. Hitherto she had not paused to think how she should present herself to Vance. Now that she had reached the place it seemed impossible that | she could address him now that she knew his treachery. But she must not pause. She must do her errand, and then go away. She did not tremble. her nerves were strung like steel as she walked across the open to the door of the hut. She must remember that she ought to despise this man, but contempt, if she should ever feel it, had yet had no time to change her love. She took up a stick from the ground, and pounded sharply on the door. She had expected she would be some min- utes in rousing Rothesay, for of course he was asleep. But she ~ immediately heard foot- steps, for Rothesay, with his clothes on, had only thrown himself on a couch, trying in vain to sleep. That any one knocked was to him almost proof that officers had at length tracked him, and he did not wonder. He had intended to be far away long before this, but he lingered, hoping every day his sister would gain suffi- cient strength. He knew that he must surrender, still he could not resist the movement of his hand toward the pocket where his revolver was, and when he had reached the door the weapon was in his grasp. “Who is there?” he asked. “Open to me; I must see you one moment,” was the answer, in Kate Pureell’s voice, and Rothesay’s blood leaped as he heard it. The next moment the door was flung open, and he had seized her hand, cry- ing: “Good heavens, what has happened? How did you come here? Alone, and in the night; it is not safe for you!” Kate saw that his first thought was for her safety, and her heart gave a great throb. His voice, frank and true, seemed to give the lie to all her suspicion. But had she not seen? No, she would betray no love to him again. He tried to draw her room, but she resisted, strained, cold tones said: “Accident made me acquainted with the fact that your hiding place is dis- covered, and to-morrow you will be ar- rested. I came to warn you. Even though Vance knew that she while her She felt, that | i within the |! ; you, for you have made life so sweet ; brother threw tones struck chill upon dim. ee He was beside her without the house. won t “I will go,” he said, “and I owe my fife to you, Kate. Thank God, it is to to me. I shall be cleared before the world, and then—oh, my love, my hap- piness, my consolation!” His eager, passionate voice pene- trated with dangerous power. He caught her in his arms before she could resist; his lips lingered with ar- dor upon her mouth, sealing there the burning love which was in his heart. He held her so close, so fast thyt she seemed to melt in his embract, wend their hearts beat heavily upon each other. “This moment is worth a hundred years ,a thousand risks!” he cried. “For I love you—I love you!” It seemed as if he could never repay her for her kindness. His caresses almost deprived her of the power to remember how false he was—that even now that other woman was within the hut. Passionately happy, even with that thought in her mind, for a moment the girl did not try to resist. It was her farewell. She would never know love’s embrace again. Then suddenly she clasped his neck with her arms, drew herself to his face that was bent over her, kissed him, sweetly, dearly, as he would never in his life forget, and tearing himself from her she cried: “It is adieu forever! I will never willingly see you again,” and she fled | from him: But he reached-her just as she gained the wood. “Kate,’ "he cried in a voice of agony, “why do you say that? mean it!” d “Dare you ask why I say it?” she said, turning like an animal hunted and at bay. “Dare you ask when you know already? You are false to me; I cannot trust you more! Fly from here this instant! Do not follow me!” Thea she had gone from him, and something in the inexorable tone in which she had spoken made it impos- sible for him to follow her, as_ he longed to do. He turned back to meet Rachel at the door of the hut. She had remained motionless with- in, hearing every word, and had not moved until Kate had gone. For a moment she forgot herself, her crime and her remorse, as. her himself down on the couch from which he had risen and buried his face in his hands, while fierce, dry sobs shook his frame. Rachel was frightened. She bent. over him, uttering fond words, trying to make him look up and speak to her; hut he shook her off impatiently, not | speaking. She turned away and began pacing up and down the room, wringing her | hands and uttering incoherent words of self-accusation. Stddenly she went to her brother, put her hand on his shoulder, and ex- claimed: “Vance, listen to me one moment! Tell me—no, I need not ask if she loves you—that is evident—she loves | you wholly. Are you listening to} me?” ' and | You cannot ' ., “GET OFF THE WAGON.” . Quick Wit of an Usher Averts , Tragedy. The quick wit of one of the, ushers at a recent wedding averted what might have been a tragedy following the joyous ceremony. He had been the life of the large house party at- tending the wedding. One of his stories particularly pleased the father of the bride. The catch line in it was, “Ikey, get off the wagon.” After | the bride and bridegroom had started on their honeymoon a number of the guests went to a theater, then to supper, and it was late when they drove to the home of their host. | The house was dark, and though a ring of the bell would have brought one of the servants, it was decided for a lark to try to get in, undetected, through a window opening on the | perch. Being in‘a happy mood, ‘the party forgot that there had been some talk during the day of the pos- sibilities of burglars making a try for the valuable wedding presents. The window fastening was not very secure, and a little pressure re- leased it. Then the usher got his head inside the window. He saw | the glint of polished steel in the dim | light at the end of the hall, and he realized his danger of being shot for ; a burglar. Quick as a flash he sbout- | ed, “Ikey, get off the wagon.” | When the bride’s father opened the door and let them in he still had the | revolver in nis hand. He said, a lit- | tle more soberly than he had before, “My boy, that’s a great story.”—New | York Sun. THE FAMOUS MARQUAND RUG. | Thirty-eight Thousand Dollars Paid for Remarkable Fabric. Thirty-eight thousand dollars was the price paid for a Persian rug at the auction sale in New York of the art collections of the late Henry G. Marquand. The rug was woven in the fifteenth century as a gift from the Pasha of Persia to the Sultan of Turkey, for the record held by Mr. Marquand showed that it had been found among the effects of the Sul- tan Abdul Aziz after his death. , Aside from the marvelous color and texture, which is over five hundred knots to the square inch, the feature of the rug is that ‘the inscriptions throughout its border, as well as ara- besques in the medallions of the design, are“woven in silver thread. It is a companion piece for the famous carpet owned by the Prince Alexis Lobanow Rostowsky, which was shown in the Vienna Museum’s exhibition. in 1889. The Rostowsky rug was supposed to be without a parallel in the world, but this carpet, the most highly valued among the textile treasures of Mr. Marquand, contains positive internal evidence that it was made upon the same looms and in the same perio/, and doubtless for the same purpose as that of Prince Lobanow, which also passed into the possession of its present owner directly from the ser- aglio in Constantinople. So far as | can be ascertained this carpet is the Vance lifted his haggard face and | looked at his sister, saying: “Do not talk of this. You heard! what she said—that my hiding place was discovered and that we must go. | And we have no time to lose.” “Yes, yes, I heard what she said,” | was the impatient response, “and I} know that she came here in the night | why did she say, having confessed her | love to you, why did she tell you she would never see you again? How have you offended her?” | “How?” cried Vance, starting up, “I | do not know! It is not my disgrace— | the stain of suspicion—she knew that | before. It is her eaprice!) Oh, if 1} loved her less I could curse woman | tor her sake!” . (To Be Continued.) THIS WAS WHY HE WEPT. Messenger Boy Said Bookkeeper Re- minded Him of an Ass. It was a cold day, and when a mes- | senger boy with a dispatch for the | head of the firm came into the store, | leaving the street door open behind | him, there were angry growls ffom | the clerks who shivered in the | draught. | “Say, kid, were you brought up in a stable, that you don’t know enough | to close a door after you?” howled | the bookkeeper, a dyspeptic, irritable chap. | The little messenger, apparently | hurt to the quick, began to cry bitter- | ly. A kind-hearted clerk went over | to him and patted him on the shoul- | der. “There, my boy,” he said soothingly, | “don’t take on like that. He didn’t mean it; of course you weren't brought up in a stable.” “Well, that—that’s just it,” whim- pered the boy, wiping the tears from his eyes with the cuff of his coat sleeve; “I—I was brought up in a sta- ble. They had some donkeys in the stalls there and—and,” indicating the bookkeeper with a jerk of the thumb, “every time I see an ass now it makes me feel homesick.”——-New York Times, i | | | | inexplicable. “Gadzooks, madame!” exclaimed the chevalier, gently caressing his impe- rial, “Gadzooks, madame,” he repeat- ed softly. “Sir, explain yourself,” replied mad- | ame with icy hauteur. After all, that was the blow that really killed the bonny chevalier. In justice to him let it be understood that he did his best, but unfortunately there was not a dictionary of cuphoni- ous oaths in those troubles and par- lous times——New York Evening Sun, highest class oriental fabric now in existence in this country. The Conquerors. We come, as divined by the seers, ‘To rescue the world in its need, Our dauntless American breed, Elect of the infinite spheres. To Latin, to Teuton, to Hun, Our portals are wide-open thrown, ‘The natives of every zone May share in the miracles done. The Christian, the Gentile, and Jew Shall here in fraternity dwell; The problems of heaven and hell Shall vex not a people who Do. We feel that the clashing of creeds, Brings purification of thought; Come, years with activity fraught, Come, conflict and Titanic deeds! Oh, architects, ponder and plan! Oh, builders, rear temples on high! What if in the toil you should die? *Tis all for the glory of Man. If sometimes to falter we seem Our faith then shall lustier grow; We laugh at all barriers; we know The triumphant fate of our dream. Our fleets shall churn every sea, Our banners, in regions remote Shall over revived peoples float, And give them a new liberty. March on! We are the world-pioneers! March on! E’en to-morrow we may Reform the reforms of to-day! So be it, through measureless years. —Samuel A. Wood in New York Sur Senatorial Story Tellers Go. With the’ passing 6f the fifty-sev- enth Congress two of the best story tellers in the Senate retired to private life. For twenty years the wit of George G. Vest of Missouri has enliv- ened the cloakrooms, and John P. Jones of Nevada also closed his pub- lie career. While Senator Vest was brilliant on the floor, he was wittiest in the smoking-room. When surround- ed by a group of appreciative listeners he would tell stories and make jests by the hour. Senator Jones also has not kept his fun under a bushel. He is extremely serious and profound in debate, but in a free and easy discus- sion in the cloakroom his quaint humor is second to that of no member of the Senate. Both will be greatly missed by their old. colleagues, who mourn because there are none in the present senate to take their places. Friendly Repartee. “Did you have any luck hunting yesterday, doctor?” asked the under- taker. “I certainly did,” replied the M. D. “J brought down seventeen squirrels.” “That’s good,” said the other. “It’s simply impossible to dodge your pre ,script.ons.” French Have Good Market. ¢ Satisfaction is one of the things -you can’t buy with money nor take with! had done this for his sake, yet her icy | the sword. The French sold in America in 1902 more than $800,000 of automobiles. | hem, Pa. CONGRESSMAN WILBER [To The Pe-ru-na Medicine Co., of Columbus, 0. SAYS “ Pe-ru-na is All You Claim For It.” Congressman D. I. Wilber, of Oneonta, N. Y., writes: DF WILBER. The Peruna Medicine Co., Columbus, Ohio: Gentlemen—«‘ Persuaded by a friend I have tried your remedy and I have almost fully recovered after the use of a few bottles. 1 am fully convinced that Peruna is all you claim for it, and cheerfully recommend your medicine to all who are-afflicted with catarrhal trouble.’’—David F. Wilber. 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In I899 The Sangerlust celebrated its fiftieth anniversary with a large cele- bration in New York City. The follow- ing is his testimony: “About two years ago I caught a severe cold while traveling and which settled into catarrh of the bronchial tubes, and so affected my voice that I was obliged to cancel my engagements. In distress I was advised to try Peruna, and although I had never used a patent medicine before, I sent for a bottle. ‘‘Words but illy describe my surprise to find that within a few days I was greatly relieved,and within three weeks I was entirely recovered. I am never without it now, and take an occasional dose when I feel run down.”—Julian Weisslitz. If you do not derive prompt and satis- factory results from the use of Peruna write at once to Dr. Hartman, giving a full statement of your case and he will be pleased to give you his valuable ad- vice gratis. Address Dr. Hartman, President of The Hartman Sanitarium. Columbus.0. Coming To. Herr Schneider—The doctor gives up hopes on Pat, an’ now ye say he’s gettin’ better! Moind that, now! Oi’H bet Pat’s a happy man.” Frau Reinburg—He is, that! An’ continted, too. Sure, has has just started in drinkin ’all the whisky we had laid in for his wake.”—New York Sun. Look for this Trade Mark: ‘The Klean, Kool Kitchen Kind.” The stoves without smoke, ashes or heat. Make comfortable cooking. A Case of Misunderstanding. Two devoted lovers, George and Lizzie, were crossing the fields ap- proaching the pretty town of Bethle- The sounds of the grass- hoppers and the katydids filled the air as they came in sight of a church. It i was Sunday morning and the congre- gation was singing a melodious hymn. Lizzie heard it, but George did not, and she said: “Oh, George, isn’t that beautiful?” He, thinking she referred to the katydids, replied: “Yes; and they are doing all that with their hind legs.”—Philadelphia | Public Ledger. Women and Spoons. The managers of the Athletic club ofthis city, taking account of stock after their “Japanese fete,” which was the attraction of the regular “ladies’ day,” found that not only 237 sprigs of | artificial apple and chrysanthemum blossoms had disappeared from the decorations, as well as an unknown number of miniature vases and bits of bric-d-brac, but that in round num- bers 200 spoons were lacking. It is significant that this property disap- peared on “ladies” day.” It is still more significant that men have no use for decorative adjuncts, for vases, for bits of china, for small bric-a-brac or for spoons. The inference is una- voidable. All this must have been feminine plunder; perhaps, more po- litely speaking, feminine perquisites. COOKING CONTEST. Right im the Family Kitchens. The ladies have a champion inter- ested im the betterment of family cooks. $7,500.00 in eash has been donated by C. W. 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