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a4 7S A WVVVVVv CHAPTER XXIV—Continued. “Did you tell her of your place of concealment?” questioned Rachel, not ‘heeding her brother’s last words, but {mtent upon the idea in her mind. “No.” “Does she know you have a sister? { am not one to be proud of—you have ‘ever mentioned me to her? “No.” Vance answered absently. He only heard Rachel sufficiently to reply to her, not thinking much what she was saying. “How blind men are!” she cried, “even the most acute of them. Do you not now see, Vance, why she has bid- den you farewell?why her heart was torn with the pain of that word, but mbhy she must utter it, believing you “Believing me false?” | repeated Vance. “She could not think that. ‘Every hope of mine is hers—every freart-beat but brings her image to me. 1 never dreamed what love could be antil I saw her.” “Blind man! By some means she found out your retreat—by that same means she probably discovered that you were not alone—that a young woman was with you. She does not now of your sister’s existence. What, ‘then, must she think of you? A wom- an may forgive many past errors—but that at the very moment he is protest- ing ardent love to her he is conceal- ing another—well, that is too hard. Pride and self-respect step in then.” As Rothesay listened to his sister’s | ‘words he was instantly convinced of j ‘thir truth, and he understood it all. “I will go this very moment to her,” he exclaimed. “I cannot live a day sand think she believes thus of me.” He reached the door. Rachel did not «speak, though she knew all the danger that might come to her should he be so rash as to do as he had said. He made a few steps toward the ‘wood, then the thought of his sister, of all that he must bear for her sake, caused him to stop; he knew that he could not go, tfiat duty held him. “I cannot go—I must wait!” he said, in a despairing tone. “Go!” cried Rachel, now feeling in all its vividness, for the first ime, something of the greatness of hfs de- votion to her, though even she had no idea that he was suspected of the crime she had committed. “Do not turn back. I know what you must suffer until she knows your loyalty. I tell you go! And she—oh, think of the unhappiness that must be hers, loving you as she does!” The last words were like a blow to the young man; it seemed that he al- ‘most staggered as he heard them. His heart whispered: “Go! Have you not already. sacri- ‘ficed enough to your sister? And it is not impossible but that you may save ‘her, also.” But then, like an overwhelming flood there rushed upon him the conviction that his sister was helpless to save ‘herself—that upon him alone depend- -ed her safety, perhaps her life. No, ‘he could not go—he must wait!” He came back, now master of him- self, and fully decided. “No, Rachel, I shall not go. It was rash and foolish i nme to think it, and { have now controlled that weakness. But we must both leave here, and di- ‘rectly. She woujd not have warned us ‘had there not been reason.” “But you will write to her?” persist- ed Rachel. . “Yes, I will write to her as soon as it is safe to do so. I have already been too rash; we must be more care- ‘ful in future, or, we shall be arrested.” The brother and sister did not lin- er over their preparations. In Half an hour they had left the hut. Vance felt that he should have had ‘but little fear that he might escape if ‘he had been alone, but encumbered as he was he did not feel sanguine, and Rachel’s lack of strength made him still less hopeful. He put a bottle of wine in his pocket and a small package of biscuits, the Nast of their stores. In spite of the rough life they had ted, Rachel™was still able to present, ‘in attire, the appearance of a lady, and ber face and bearing were always those of a gentlewoman. ‘Rothesay had but thirty dollars in his pocket, and he had decided to go as far as that would take them. Then ‘ke would see what next he could do. CHAPTER XXV. Kate’s Answer. It was not until noon of the follow- 4ng day that Dick Burt took his way toward Purcell’s. Kate, who was upstairs, heard him ome in, and trembled as she heard. She was a good deal shaken by.the incidents of the night previous, and “she looked pallid and worn. She had -succeeded in getting back and leavihg ‘the horse in the stable before the neighbors were up. No one suspected ‘her that she knew of. When her father had sat down to ‘breakfast, he had remarked that Jim Martin was swearing because some ‘one had had been taking a free ride -on his horse in the night, and had rid- ‘him like the wind. “Does he think of any one who could Jo it?” Kate had asked, and had been answered in the negative. ‘Thus far she was safe enough. _ Daughter | of the Beach AAAADAAAAAAAAADAAAAAAAN | A Her father was at homg, and she heard him and Burt talking together and she delayed going down. Still every moment but added to her dread of seeing Dick, and every moment she knew was so much time gained by Vance Rothesay in flight. She would wait as long as she could. In half an hour her father came to the foot of the stairs, called her, and then left the house. There was nothing for her to do now but go down. As she entered the room, Burt rose and came forward eagerly. He was sure of his answer, but he could not expect she would be very joyous in . giving it. “You know what I came for,” he said directly. “I know you will make me happy by sayin the word I wish to hear.” He spoke confidently, without mean- ing to do so, and his manner repelled her more than ever. She hated the handsome black eyes which glowed down upon her. Unreasonably and woman like she hated him still more than ever, now that she had been the cause of her knowing Vance Rothe- say’s perfidy. The silence continued so long that Burt began to grow uneasy. Kate had sat down in a chair, and, with head bent, was wondering why she could not summon her usual strength and. moral courage. “You do not speak,” he said at last. “Is it, then, so hard to say that word which will bring me so much happi- ness? You could not doubt my love?” “No. But I can never return it, as I have told you. Be generous and per- secute me no longer.” A warning flush rose to Burt’s face. He was not going to have this girl fool with him any longer. He was re- solved upon that. “T must ask for the answer you promised me last night, even though you look upon my insistence as per- secution!” he said. “My answer is no,” was the reply. “Kate!” There was a hardly repressed anger in his voice and the flush on his face deepened and rose to his forehead. He could not believe he had heard aright. “The only answer I can give is no,” she repeated again, in an unnaturally quiet voice. | She shrank from the storm that was rising, but she could not change her reply. “You forget all that such an answer will entail,” he said, feeling that furi- ous, baffled sensation a man feels when unexpectedly encountering some- thing which apparently is weak, but which he cannot bend to his own will. “You are not likely to allow me to forget anything of the misery of this time,” was the bitter response. “I see!” he cried. “I see I was a fool to let you see how pleasant a companion Rothesay had in his retire- ment. I was a short-Sighted fool not to know that at heart you were like other women and would take your re- venge on him for deceiving you so. You wish him betrayed be@ause he loves some one besides you. You hate him, but you will»not love me. And I am faithful—I love you truly. Very well; Rothesay shall be a pris- oner before night. I will do that for ‘you; though I did think you, Kate Purcell, were above the revenges of other women. Shall I sue for some veward for thus punishing your false lover? Perhaps you will grant me kindness for that, if for nothing else!” His rapid words stung Kate as no other words could have done. She had never thought he could put such an interpretation upon her refusal, and the fierce indignation that flamed up within her made her say words she had not intended to say, but that she cared not now if she uttered, thinking they could do the fugitive no harm. “You think that of me and still say you love me?” she exclaimed, in a low, vibrating voice, while her eyes, fierce and beautiful, met his fully and seemed to scorch him, so intense was their light. “Let me, then, give you a different idea of one woman. Let me tell you that I take no revenge on the, man I love! Believe. that, false though he may be to me, he has yet more nobleness in him than you can dream of as existing anywhere! I be- tray him! I bring Vance Rothesay to harm! Listen while I tell you that he is, hours ago, on his way from that place—that he will escape and that I warned him of his danger—I freed him from the snare you set for him! And had I not been able to do so, do you think I could have promised to be your wife? No, God will preserve me from that!” She stood straight before Dick Burt as those words of flame poured from her lips; her figure seemed filled with a majesty of wrath and contempt that even such words and tones as hers could not fully express. Even Dick, bulldog though he was, was cowed for a moment, but only for a moment; the next he sprang forward and caught her arm in a savage grasp, so tight as to be painful, while his face was contorted and livid with rage. “So that is what you did! So you were the one who rode Martin's horse last night! You made a fool of me! You used me as a guide to your lover, and then you went back and warned him! Well, I have that score to set- tle, also, and bear in mind leave such debts unpaid. sure as we both shall ive—we may converse 0 nthis subject again!” '. He released his hold on her arm and burst from the room. He did not stay his steps until he had reached the telegraph office and sent a message to Detective Loud. , From there he went to a lawyer and received instructions as to the steps he should take in regard to Purcell’s indebtedness to him, and he set the matter in train direetly. Then, for the moment, he had noth- ing to do, and he chafed like a wound- ed tiger. “To think- a woman could warn a man after knowing his falseness like that!” was his one thought—incoher- ent, but very forcible to him. He had judged Kate Purcell too much by his own lower standard of. the powers of human beings, and he had made a well-nigh fatal mistake in doing so. But he would retrieve himself.. He would see Vance Rothesay captured first, and then he would accomplish that marriage on which he was re solved. CHAPTER XXVI. Pursuit. ¢ What should he do with himself in the two hours that must elapse before Detective Loud could reach Colton? This was a-question which puzzled Dick Burt. He roamed about the beach, his hands thrust deep into his pockets,, his head bent, his brain reeling as if he had been drinking. He had a mind to start on alone and discover what he could at the hut in the wood, now deserted by Vance Rothesay; but then he should miss the detective, whom he must guide to the spot. If worth a rush, Henry Loud would run down the fugitive without a day’s delay. “And then,” chuckled Burt, “for my Lady Kate! Ah! I’ll take that pride out of her. I'll make her my slave! The woman doesn’t live that I wouldn’t crush who has used me as she has. Think of her look and attitude -just now! She might have been an em- press. Jove! She beats everybody else all hollow, and that’s why she shall be Mrs. Richard Burt! She's under my thumb now, and she may struggle as she pleases, but she won't escape!” The utterance of these words in a low, savage growl, seemed to afford some relief tothe man. : Half a dozen times in a few minutes he looked at his watch, and swore be- cause the time went by so slowly. At last, however, it came the hour when he might go to the railroad station to meet Loud. First he called at the railroad of- fice to see if any answer had been re- turned; and he swore more fiércely than ever at the thought that some- thing might prevent the detective from coming. He did find a message, but it was this, “Coming in next train—meet me at the station,” and Burt strode on,” already beginning to feel the excite- ment of the chase. Loud alighted from the train, look- calm and cold as ever. He had beéh following up a false clue, and had but just returned when he received Burt’s message. His self-contained manner had some effect in ¢alming Burt a little, ont- wardly, for Dick was fuming with agi- tation. ' “Beautiful weather for the shore,” remarked Loud as he shook hands. “I could not resist the temptation to take another trip down here.” Burt muttered some reply as the two walked off. As soon as they were out of hearing of the group at the depot, Loud said, with a smile: (To Be Continued.) THE FONT, NOT THE ALTAR. Mrs. Langtry’s Father, a Clergyman, Misunderstood Approaching Couple. Mrs. Langtry was discussing the other day the recent marriage of the octogenarian marquis of Donegal with a young Canadian girl. She said it re minded her of an incident in the life of her father. Her father was a clergyman and there came to him to be married one day a man of seventy and a girl of eighteen. The minister . whispered, when this ill-assorted couple came and stood before him: “The font is at the other end of the church.” “What do we want with the font? We are here to be married,” said the old man. “Oh, I beg your pardon,” the clergy- man rejoined; “I thought you htd brought this young girl here to be christened.”—New York Tribune. Unrepentant to the End. The Hangman—Good morning. I have noose for you. Condemned Murderer—What a chok- er you are! You'll be the death of me yet. Work me off easy, won’t you? The Hangman—I'll do it scaffold’s I can. Do you tumble? Condemned Murderer—No, I drop. (Which he did, with a sickening thud.)—Sidney (Australia) Bulletin. Cautious. Traveler, (to beggar)—You ought to take off your hat. Beggar—What; and get a cold that will cost a dollar to cure?—L’Araldo Italiano. A Gay Coquette. “Is she a good card player?” “Well, yes; she knows how to play right into a man’s hands.”—Philadel- phia Bulletin. d shall be paid, and paid, well. When ‘| you are my wife—as you shall be as “The Climate Is Healthy—The Winters Are Pleasant in’ Western Canada.” one of the agents representing the Canadian Government free homestead lands, Mr. M. Pickrell, formerly of Beechwood, Ky., says of Western Can- ada: “In the first place we will say that the summer season is just lovely in- deed. As to the winter, well, we never experienced finer weather than we are now enjoying. We have jus: returned from Northern Alberta, and will say that we found the weather to be very mild, the air dry, fresh and invigorat- ing. Considesing everything we can say that the wisters here are most pleasant, healthy and enjoyable to what they are in the States. Here it gets cold and continues so till’ spring —there are no disagreeable winds. In South Alberta it is some warmer—two to four inches of snow may fall and in a few hours a Chinook wind comes along, evaporating the entire snow, leaving terra firma perfectly dry; in fact, we did not believe this part until we came and saw for ourselves and we now know what we herein wr'te ‘to be just as we write it. There has not been a day this winter that I could not work out doors. Farmers here are calculating on starting the plow the first of March. “As to farm wages, we would not advise a man to come here with the expectation of living by his day’s work, but all who do want a home I advise to have nerve enough to get up and come, for there never has been,) and may never be again, such a grand opportunity for a man to get a home almost free. “As to the crops, I have been in the fields before harvest, saw the grass put up and the grain harvested, and I never saw such large yields. I saw oats near Edmonton over six feet tall that yielded 80 bushels per acre, and I talked to a farmer rear St. Albert who had a field year before last that aver- aged 110 bushels per acre and weighed 43 pounds to the bushel. All other crops would run in proportion—as to potatoes and vegetables, the turnout was enormous. I have such reports as the above from all sections that I have visited, and that has been every |. community between the Edmonton dis- trict and Raymond, in the Lethbridge district. eo “As to stock raising, I would ad- vise a man to locate in this place, or any place, in South Alberta, but for mixed farming I would say go up farther north, say near Lacombe, We- taskiwin or Edmonton, where it is not quite so dry and -vhere there is some timber to be had. I will say that no- where have I ever seen a better oppor-| whether he has| tunity for a man, money or not, to obtain a home. No- where can be found a more productive soil, better water and a better gov-| erned country than Western Canada) affords. Inducements to the home seeker are unexcelled. I met two men} near Ponoka on the C. & E. R. R,, who borrowed the money to pay for their homestead, and in four years those two men sold their farms—one for $2,500, the other for $3,000. I met} a man near Wetaskiwin who landed here with 25 cents six years ago. He is now worth $8,000. The advantages for ranching are excellent. In fact, I So not believe this section can be beat. Markets are good; as to living, a family can live as cheap here as they can in the States. The average | come here on Fridays. yield of oats in this neighborhood last year was 70 bushels per acre; wheat Writing from Stirling, Alberta, to}. Recently t The extraordinary activity display- td by the builders and managers of past three decades hassbeen equaled by the energy shown in constructing tailing vessels of the latest type, ac- cording to the New York Times. Within the past few weeks one firm of German shipbuilders has completed what will be probably the largest sail- ing craft in the world, according to a report received by the state depart- ment from Henry W. Diederich, Uni- ted States consul at Bremen. The fol- lowing is the record’ of the year’s work of but one of several firms tu whose activity Mr. Diederich ‘calls attention: “At the end of its business year (May 6, 1902), the Tecklenborg com- pany, at Bremerhaven, capitalized at 2,000,000 marks ($476,000) paid a div- idend of 20 per cent. -This concern was occupied to its utmost capacity during the entire year and the repair and dry docks were continually in use. Six double-screw freight and passenger’ steamers and two very large sailing vessels were building, ot which three steamers and one sailing vessel were delivered to the owners. The firm is famous all the world over for building sailing craft and the ves- sel completed a few weeks ago is probably the largest in the world, Her name is Preussen. She is a five-mast- ‘ed, full-rigged steel vessel, steel- sparred throughout. Her length is 440 feet, beam 50 feet. She has a car- rying capacity of 8,000 tons, while her registered tonnage is 4,000. Re | cently she started on her first voyage to the west coast of South America.” $ The Blessed. Low is the lintel of our dear Lord’s door, And who would enter in Must the new life begin With little children, and the crouching *. poor; \With mourners, and with meek and lowly souls; With those who long for good As prisoners pine for food, Or peel in dreams where living water rolls. . Beneath those gates—too low for human , pride— The blessed come and go, Each bearing seed to sow In God's great gardens, or His meadows wide, With gentle Mercy, Peace and Purity, Whey -findtheir glad employ Sowing the seed of Joy, Nor know its name, nor what the fruit shall be. Brive on the memory of a long past ‘Ys ‘When they had suffered shame And death for Christ’s dear name, Sweeps o'er them like a cloud above their way; But on a golden morn there falls a Voice: “Come, \O ye blessed, come! It is the harvest home. And all the fields are white with Joy. Rejoice!” Crank Day at White House. The appearance at the White House of an old man named Barney Hughes, | who said he was 100 years old and that the President had promised him a house and lot, which he had come to get, moved one of the secret service men at the White House to say that Friday is cranks’ day there. Why it was so he- was unable to state, but it was a fact. “I have often won- dered about it,” he remarked after he had persuaded Mr. Hughes to go away. “Nearly all these funny-house people Ever since I have been here@I have recognized the fact, when Friday came around, that I averaged 35, barley 40, and the beet| would have some work to do, because crop was good. the successful cultivation of the beet a large beet sugar factory is being! erected at Raymond, seven miles from here. “In conclusion I will say that N. W.! T. from Manitoba to a long distance, north of Edmonton produces most won-! derful crops. Lakes and rivers abound, with fish, and game is plentiful. And| that this is unquestionably the coun- In consequence of} it was sure to bring on a concourse of muddy-headed people.”—New York Times. His “Character.” There was an opening for a butler in the fanlily where Bridget was cook and she promptly applied for the position in behalf of her brother. “I take it that his reputation mor- ally is all that could be expected,” try for a man to come to if*he desires to better his condition in life. I would) advise the prospective settler to look | over the Lethbridge, Lacombe, Wetas-| kiwin and Edmonton districts’ before| locating. t | “I will locate in the Edmonton dis-| trict next fall and several families) from the States will locate with me. In the meantime I will receive my mail here and will be pleased to give! the interested all the information de-| sired.” For information as to railway rates, etc., apply to any agent of the Cana dian Government, whose name appears elsewhere in this paper. | His Time. Mrs. Jollyman—John, you don’t seem to be in a hurry to get to the office this morning.” Mr. Jollyman—No, and I’m not obliged to be, either. My time is my own, madam. Mrs. Jollyman—I guess that’s so, John. I know it’s your time you give when you come home from the club, for it never agrees with the clock by several hours.—Boston Courier. HOW'S ‘THIS? We offer One Hundred Dollars reward for any case of Catarrh that cannot be cured by Hall’s Catarrh Cure. F. J. CHENEY & CO., Props., Toledo, O. We, the undersigned, have known F. J. Cheney for the last 15 years and believe him perfectly honorable in all business transactions and financi- od 7 to carry out any obligations made by their firm. WEST & TRUAX, Wholesale Druggists, Toledo, Ohio; WALDING, KINNAN & MARVIN, Whole- sale Druggists, Toledo, Ohio. Hall's Catarrh Cure is taken internally, acting directly upon the blood and mucous surfaces of the system. Testimonials sent free. Price 75¢ per bottle. Sold by all druggists. Hall's Family Pills are the best. Very Convenient. * Little Willie was playing with the kitten when he discovered her claws for the first time. Turning to his mother, he exclaimed: | “Oh, mamma, hasn’t kittie got a handy pincusbion?”—Little Chronicle, suggested Madame. “’Xcuse me, but would you mind saying that question over ag’in?” ask- ed Bridget. “I say,” repeated Madame, “doubt- less he is a man of moral character.” “Sure, mum, sure*but I don’t know if I’m afther,un‘erstandin’ you.” Madame waxed slightly impatient. “Oh, is he a good man, Bridget?” “Good, is it? Sure he could lick th’ eyes out of any shpalpeen from Cork to Kilkenny!” was the enthusiastic reply. Two Are Ready to Marry. A gentleman met a young woman who had formerly been a servant in his house, and in a peculiar way said to her: “Why, haven‘t you got married yet?” “No, sor.” “Well, I thought you would have been married before now.” “Oh, no, sor,” she sajd, “but thor’s two waitin’.” “Two,” he exclaimed, “why, you don’t mean to marry two, do you?” “No, sor.” “Then, who are they?” quired. “Why,” she replied, naively, “the two that’s waitin’ is the parson and me!”—Spare Moments, he in- With Their Hind Legs. To devoted lovers, George and Liz- zie, were ctossing the fields approach- ing the pretty town of Bethlehem, Pa. The sounds of the grasshoppers and katydids filled the air as they came in sight of a church. It was Sunday morn- ing and the congregation 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 katy- dids, replied: “Yes, and they are doing all that with their hind legs.” = Bullt in the Yards of a Busy ‘ German steamship lines during the |, Amateur ‘Art Association, tells ~ young women what to do to avoid pain and suffering caused =f by female troubles. “TI can conscientiously recommend Lydia E, Pi ’s Vegetable Compound to those of my sisters suffering with female weakness: and the troubles which so often befall women. I suffered for months with general weakness and felt so wear, that I had hard work to keep up. had shooting pains and was utterly miserable. In my distress I was ad- vised to use Ly E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound, and it was a red letter day to me when I took the first dose, for at that time my restora- tion began. In six weeks I was a changed woman, perfectly well in every respect. I felt so elated and happy that I want all women who suffer to get well as I did.”— Miss GuiLa GANNON, 359 Jones St., Detroit, Corresponding See’y Mich. Amateur Art: Association. — $5000 forfeit if original of above letter proving genuineness cannot be produced, It is clearly shown in_ this young lady’s letter that Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound will surely cure the sufferings of women ; and when one considers that Miss Gannon’s letter is only one of hundreds which we have, the great virtue of Mrs. Pinkham’s-medi- cine must be admitted by all. The Polyglot Menu. La Montt—lIt is quite an innovatiog, « for that cafe proprietor to have his menu in English, French and Latin. La Moyne—It’s economy. When an English dish is left over he gives it a French name, and if it is still around on the third day he changes it tt? Latin.—Philadelphia Record. Mrs. Sloane’s Luxurious Hobby. Women have their pet colors and their pet furs, but few have their fa vorite materials,as Mrs. Wm. Sloane, who rarely orders a gown unless it bé of velvet, except, of course, in summer, when she is literally forced into dain tier clothes. At all other seasons, even in the morning, she wears the richest of velvet gowns. Her evening frocks are invariably velvet, and even when duchegs satin was the rage and velvets were tabooed entirely, Mrs. Sloane persisted in her wearing of the unfashionable goods. She was one of the first of the New York women ta succumb to the panne velvet fad, and when, three years ago, she appeared on the avenue in a gown of the crushed looking velvet, she caused a genuine stir. As for color, Mrs. Sloane seems to prefer golden brown or the deeper shades of blue. She dresses quietly, but with a certain taste and richness that only generations of wealth or else the world’s greatest dressmakers can impart.—New York Press. They “Waited” and “Saw.” 7) —s i o | ’ Warren’s Corners, N. Y., Aprif 20th. Ww —‘Wait and see—you're better now, of course, but the cure won’t last.” This was what the doctors said to Mr. A. B. Smith of this place. These doctors had been treating him for years and he got no better. They thought that nothing could perma’ nently cure him. He.says: “My kidneys seemed to be so large that there wasn’t room for them, and at times it seemed as if ten thousand needles were running through them. I could not sleep on my left side for years, the pain was so great in that position. I had to get up many times to urinate, and my urine was some times clear and white as_ spring water, and again it would be high- colored ani would stain my linen, The pain across my back was awful. 7 | I was ravenously hungry all time. “After I had taken Dodd’s Kidney Pills for four days my kidneys pained me so bad I could hardly sit down. On the morning of the fifth day I felt the some better, and the improvement continued until I was completely cured. So “This is months ¢go, and as I have had no symptom of a return of my old trouole I am sure I am perma- uently cured.” One night of foolish carousal may destroy the result of a year’s intelli- gent labor. a