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Vv CHAPTER XXVIII. The Purcells. Kate Purcell, left in that little house ‘by the sea—left to eat her heart with anxiety and grief—with stern self-re- proachings that she should not think ‘of Vance Rothesay as he deserved— ved on, hearing all sorts of rumors ‘about him—his female companion, his flight, his capture, the part Dick Burt had played. Among the people in that small fish- ing hamlet Rothesay was a scoundrel ‘beyond all werds to express, and Kate “was compelled to hear all their talk and surmises when they came in, at any hour of the day. A thousand times she had thanked theaven that no one knew or guessed among the neighbors that she loved the man who had been ill there. And when one of the fishermen’s wives, standing in the doorway gos- siping, had said, “I guessed at the time, Kate, as how ’twould be jes’like you to fall in love with him, an’ Slip Dick Burt; but it’s mighty lucky you didn’t,” then Kate had been able to prevent even a passing blush from taining her white face. She knew that, thanks to Burt’s management, all the neighbors thought she was to marry him, and she did not think it worth while to dispute her visitor's words then. She endured all these things, and many more. She read in the papers how Rothesay had been taken to Bos- ton to await his trial, and how no one had any doubts about his guilt. But somehow it did not get into the papers that the woman with him was his sister, and Vance Rothesay was made out to be the most deep-dyed criminal that the public had had the pleasure of pouncing upon for a long time. And Kate’s father now showed signs of being more weakened than ever. ‘They were very poor, for he neglected his. work entirely, and Kate had al- ready sold all the articles she owned of any value, to procure food for her father and herself. Formerly Charles Purcell had kept his work of digging for treasure a se- ret, but now he cared not to conceal | his purpose, and any time he might be seen digging as if for his life in the soil and sand that lay about the rocks near the water. He feverishly turned up the ground for yards and yards near the rock where he had begun to work. He could not bear to leave a foot that he did not dig upon, feeling sure that if he only persevered he could succeed. Kate knew that some of the men talked of carrying him off to a hospital or asylum, but she begged them not to do so as long as he did no harm to a@ny one. “But how can you support him and yourself, too?” they asked, and she had said, “I can try, and in a few days she was busy every spare mo- ment upon what they called “slop work.” Coarse vests lay about the room, and her nimble fingers hurried over them, gaining poor enough pay when all was done. But the money thus gained suf- ficed to support them. “You won’t have to do that long, Kate,’ her father said one night, after he had eaten his supper, and as he saw Kate take up one and begin sew- ing. “Before the week is out you will ‘be a rich woman.” Thus he had talked for some time. ft was always “before the week is ut.” Now Kate laid down her work and ‘went and stood beside him, saying: “Will nothing persuade you to stop that fruitless work?” she asked. “Fruitless! That’s as much as a ‘woman knows of anything,” was the almost angry response. “Can’t you put up with a little privation for a few days, I should like to know?” “You know it’s not that,” she began, when he interrupted her, exclaiming: “TI know Caryl never cared who suf- fered if he only had money en@igh! He cheated me out of everything and I could get no case against him! He knew how to do it!” Purcell got up from his chair and fhurried back and forth in the room, wringing his hands, his eyes growing ‘wild in their expression. Kate was alarmed. She had never een him like this before, and she had mo idea what he meant by using the mame of Caryl thus. “When the young man came here I ‘was going to treat him well enough, and he had the same winning ways his father had, but he hadn’t so much of the devil in him. But the sister—the ‘woman Caryl—she’s a chip from the ld woman. She’s got the same dev- lish gleam in her eyes sometimes that her father had. “When I found that bit of paper in that chest that held the baby’s skele- ton, I believed it was Caryl’s writing. though I never showed I thought any- thing. That was a deed done before I knew him, if ’twas his deed. You mever knew it, Kate, but ‘twas the trouble he caused that made your wmother fade and die when you were ‘born. Oh, I remember all these things! “We had money enough then, and | your father. ‘twas Caryl who inviegled me into| bad mews for you.” WUVV VV VV VV VV VV VV A Daughter of the Beach NX AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANA risking it. He knew how it would turn. I lost it, and he gained it, while pretending to have lost heavily. Then he fell heir to the Caryl estate, and I always wondered how things hap- pened to favor him so that the little heir died just in the nick of time. “It’s been an infernal muddle from beginning to end, but I’m going to be rich iu spite of all now. I shall find that treasure before the week is out. Then, Kate, you shall be dressed like the finest lady in the land, as you are the lady of them all.” It is impossible to describe the rap~ idity and excitement with which these words were uttered—the blaze in the eyes, the tremor and pallor of the whole face. It was evident that, covered by his quiet manner, the wrongs he had suf- fered years ago had always rankled fiercely in his heart, and that they had rarely been absent from his thoughts. And the desire to again become rich had taken such firm and morbid hold of him that his reason had become un- dermined when accident had put in his way the old books, half romance, which treated with such apparent cir- cumstantiality of the buried treasure. And Richard Burt, for purposes of his own, had fostered that weakness until Charles Purcell’s mind was a wreck. In vain Kate tried to soothe him and divert his mind now, as he moved about the room in such excitement. He would not listen to her; he thrust her away, and, after a few moments, he went out, and Kate knew he would go and spend half the night in digging for the fancied treasure. She followed him, and endeayored by all the means she could think of to dissuade him from going out, but she failed, and he left her. It was noticeable that for some time now .he had not said anything to her concerning Burt’s suit for her hand. Though he had been so urgent, so cruel in his words to her upon that subject, he seemed now to have dropped it, so entirely absorbed was he in his search for riches. Kate returned to the house, and while the warm summer twilight was fading she busied herself with her household work, feeling that she dare not sit down and be still. The sew- ing that she had set herself did not oc- cupy her mind even as much as the household work that she performed. It seemed to her that she could not endure anything more—that the agony | she had to suffer every moment, ifit were increased by one atom, would make her frantic. She only retained her outward self- control now by the most supreme ef- fort. There were moments when she believed reason would lose its sway— that suffering would depose it. But she was brave and strong, as some women can be, and she fought on— every moment a moment of struggle and partial victory. When her after-supper work was done Kate Purcell did not light a lamp, for she had so prolonged the task that the gloaming was done. She could not go out upon the beach—the soft beauty of the night made her heart ache still worse. She sat down in the little dark room; she sat by the window, from | which she could see the star-lit ocean. Her thoughts ran riot; they would dwell persistently on that one subject which she strove in vain to keep them from, and intermingled with all was the anxiety she could not help feeling for her father. The hpurs went on, and still she did not stir—on until from the village she heard the ringing strokes of the bell for twelve o’clock. But why should she go to bed? She knew that she should not sleep. She rose from her seat and began softly pacing the room, and thus another hour went by. She knew she must go to her room and try to sleep for-the sake of being able to work. She was moving to- ward the stairs when the sound of sev- eral footsteps on the shingle came to her ear. Such steps could be heard a long way, and she stopped to listen, hoping her father was returning. Yes, they were coming nearer, and in a few moments had approached so that Kate opened the door and stepped out on the sand to listen more satis- factorily; but she did so mechanically, with no idea that they were coming there, for plainly there were several men, and her father always came alone. In a few moments more she dis- cerned the figures of three men slow- |. ly coming toward the house. Two seemed to be carrying something heavy and the third was walking by the side of the inert mass. Very dimly Kate saw them, and just as she had made‘out what the group was the men stopped, and the third one hurried forward, not seeing hér until he was close by her. Then he stopped quickly and appeared as if he would like to turn about and run away. Kate recognized him as the Mr. Mar- tin whose horse she had ridden on the night she had warned Vance Rothesay. “Good evening,” she said, her heart beating violently with an unknown fear. ‘Were you coming here? I fear you cannot see my father.” “The fact is, I wan’t comin’ to see Kate, I’m afraid I’ve got DEFECTIVE PAGE | street he had not’ yet made his way | out paying their fares. arm, holding it tightly while she. “What do you mean? My father? fs it about him? What are those men bringing?” “Pray, be calm! We must all come. to it; it makes but little difference how,” quickly said Martin, feeling in- tense sympathy for the girl and wish- ing he could show it in some way. “I know!” she said, and pushed the man aside and ran on to the place where the two other men stood with the burden they had lowered to the ground. “She came close to them; she knelt down on the sand and bent over the still form. That light was sufficient for her to see the white features of her father—the white, still face that looked now so white and so still. She did not give way to any loud out- ery, as the men had believed of course she would do. In a moment she arose and said, in a voice that sounded very cold: “Bring him to the house.” “Without a word they lifted him and, followed the daughter. She swiftly reached the house and lit a lamp, then pointed to the lounge in the front room, and they put him there. “T’ll go for a doctor,” said Martin, anxious to do something. . “"Tain’t no use. He had been dead an hour or more when we found him,” said one of the other men. And, indeed, it was of no use; one look at that face and figure told that doctors had no power there. But Martin would go; he had heard of people in trances, he said, and he was going to have a doctor. When the physician came he said that he could do nothing; that Mr. Purcell had probably died of heart dis- ease—that phrase comes so glibly when a sudden death has occurred. The men had found him lying by the side of an excavation he had made— lying with his pickaxe grasped tightly in his hand. And so all his groundless hopes had perished. He had found no treasure with which to endo whis child. As Bernard Caryl had stripped him of his fortune, so, lacking all worldly goods, he had died. “What will Kate do now?” was the first question on the lips of the neigh- bors. And when, a few days after the funeral, they put the question to the girl herself, she answered: “IT shall probably stay here. support myself with shop work.” (To Be Continued.) I can THE LAST WORD. As Usual, the Street Car Conductor Had It. Two well-dressed ladies boarded @ crowded north-bound Woodward ave: nue car near Grand Circus Park thé other evening and found standing room near the rear door, just as the conductor started forward to coliect his fares. When they reached Alfred back to them and they alighted with: When he saw them leave the car thd conductor, an irrascible little German; rushed to the rear platform and shout ed: “Ladies, you didn’t pay your fare.” But the ladies were out of hearing, and went on in blissful ignorance of the conductor’s perturbation. “Ladies,” he shouted agajn, in loud- er tones, “aren’t you going to pay your fare?” " By this time the ladies were severall rods away and the conductor had made up his mind that they weren’t coming back, so he sent this parting shot after them, as he pulled the bell rope to go ahead: “Ladies, I’d pay my fare if I were you. I wouldn’t be such a slob,” he added in a jower tone, as the car sped on.—Detroit Tribune. Percival’s Premiums. His cheeks were sunken and his mouth was drawn. His breath came in painful wheezes. But still he puffed on. One more box of cigarettes and Percival would have enough coupons for a baby grand piano. An hour later and his task was com- pleted. He counted his coupons to make sure. There were 5,000,000 of them exactly. He packed them tidily in a soap box and dispatched them to the cigarette factory. Did Percival get his baby grand? Alas! jected to change the day before, and a week later he found himself the un- grateful recipient of 4,000 rolled gold collar buttons, a nickel-plated nut set and fifty foreign postage stamps (as- sorted.)—New York Evening Sun. Cautious Willie. “Willie, did you thank Mr. Speed- way for taking you to drive?” said the mother of a small boy, solicitously. No answer. The question was repeat- ed. Still no answer. “Willie! Do you hear me? Did you thank Mr. Speedway for taking you to drive?” “Yes,” whispered Willie, “but he told me not to mention it.”—New Or- leans Times-Democrat. Proven! Mother—The whipping you had yes- terday does not seem to have improved you. Your behavior has been even worse to-day. . Willie—That’s what I wanted to prove. You said I was as bad as I pos- sibly could be yesterday. I knew you were wrong.—Tid-Bits. * MERLE GMs PIRGLITC i 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 pincushion?”—Little Chronicle. || over my shoulder. The premium list had been sub- |’ _ ‘The Howells Stamp.. One of the most modest men is the dean of American letters, William *D. Howells. When approached by the struggling author or the reporter, he does not play the grandee, but rather indulges in pleasant reminiscence. A writer asked him recently what particular bit of praise had inspired him the most, and he sad: “It was just a chance remark made in an out of the way place when I thought myself an out of the way and very much hidden person. It was years ago, when life was harder than it is now. I was in a Canadian hotel, roaming about the place, not knowing what todo. So I went to the desk and counted the names on the register. Another man with a friend evidently thought the way I did, for they peeped One said to the other: “ ‘Say! I guess this place is all right. Howells is here.’ “This was the first time I had ever heard myself spoken of by strangers. It gave me a peculiar kind of excour- agement, different from any sort of a sensation I have ever felt since.”— New York Times. A Tight Squeeze. Brazils, Ark., May 1ith—To be snatched from the very brink of tit grave is a somewhat thrilling ex- perience and one which Mrs. M. O. Garret of this place has just passed through. Mrs. Garrett suffered with a Cere- bro-Spinal affection, and had been treated by the best physicians, but without the slightest improvement. For the last twelve months two doctors were in constant attendance, but she could only grow worse and worse, till she could not walk, and did not have any power to move at all. She was so low that for the greater part of the time she was perfectly unconscious .of what was going on about her, and her heart-broken hus- band and friends were hourly ex- pecting her death. The doctors had given up all hope and no one thought she could pos- sibly live. In this extremity Mr. Garrett sent for a box of Dodd’s Kidney Pills. It was a last hope, but happily it did not fail. Mrs. Garrett used in al! six boxes of the remedy and is completely cured: She says: “I am doing my ogvn work now and feel as well as ever I did. Dodd’s Kidney Pills certainly saved me irom éeath.” Indians the Tallest People. In a comparative table of stature, arranged according to nationalities, the United States Indian stands higher than any other race of the world, though the Patagonian runs him very close. The white citizen comes next. ‘The United States negro ranks four- ‘teenth in the scale, and of all the countries of the world considered the Portuguese are found to be the short- est. It has always been proverbial among anatomists that blonde nations are greater than their darker neigh- ‘bors. This is due to the geological positions of the blonde races. They are characteristic of the North, and on account of the lower degree of tem- perature are induced to take more ex- ercise, which throws them more in the open air. At the top of the list of countries arranged in order of stature, the first seven, after the North Amer- ican white men, are Norway, Scotland, British America, Sweden, Ireland, Den- mark and Holland, all Northern na- tions.—Detroit Tribune. Knew What He Wanted. “well, Moses,” began the senator, as.a grinning African was ushered into his presence in Washington, “what brings you here?” “Mars Joe,” replied Mose, “I’se got *portant business, sah. I wants er of- fice.” “You want an office! Why, what can you do?” .“Do, Mars Joe? What des every- body do that’s got er office? Bless yer heart, Mars Joe, yer don’t un’stand ole Mose. I ain’t look’n fo’ work, sah; I only wants er office.”—Philadelphia Public Ledger. Cool. “Made a cool million.” “How'd he do it?” “Organized a ice trust.”Detroit Free Press. A LAST RESORT. Pure Food Should Be the First. When the human machine goes wrong it’s ten to one that the trouble began with the stomach and can therefore be removed by the use of ‘preper food. A lady well known in Bristol, Ontario county, N. Y., tells of the experience she had curing her only child py the use of scientific food: “My little daughter, the only child and for that reason doubly dear, inherited nervous dyspepsia. We tried all kinds of remedies and soft foods, At Mast, when patience was about exhausted and the child’s condition had grown so bad the whole family was aroused, we tried Grape-Nuts “A friend recommended the food as one which her own delicate children had grown strong upon so I purchased a box—as a last resort. In a very short time a marked change in both health and disposition was seen. What made our case easy was that she liked it at once and its crisp, nutty flavor has made it an immediate favorite with the most fastidious in our family. “Its use seems to be thoroughly established in western New York where many friends use it regularly. L have noticed its fine effects upon the intellects as well as the bodies of those who use it. We owe it mu Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich What Old Friends Had to. Relate - After a Long Separation. - ‘ As a reporter was walking down Alder street yesterday a man, whom he did not at once recognize, accost- ed him and in a few words showed that he was an old friend who had been absent from the city for a num- ber of years. As they walked along he asked the reporter if he remem- bered the time Sandy Olds shot Emil Weber. The reporter replied that he remembered the incident. “Well,” said the returned friend, “I happened along at Third and Alder just in time to see the shooting and the sight got onto my nerves and rather badly rattled me. You came along and remarked that I was look- ing pale and suggested that we go down to the Reception and get a drink to brace me up. We did 80,” he continued, “and I would like to veturn the compliment now.” “I had thought that incident was closed,” was the reply. “Weber was Killed by Olds’ shot and Olds after serving a year in the penitentiary and knocking about the coast as a roust- about gambler for years finally died of consumption in Albina something over a year ago. How long is it since: that shooting occurred?” “Oh, twelve to fifteen years.” “Well, that is a long time between drinks, but the Reception has moved and I have quit drinking, so we will excuse the return of the compliment. Your memory of the treat, however, goes to show that there is something of the old saying, ‘Cast your bread upon the waters, id it will some- times return afte many days,’ though generally in a very soaked condition.” Many old residents will remember the shooting of Weber by Olds, ‘but it is doubtful if many of them have any drink coming to them in connection with the tragedy.—Portland Oregon ian. @A Toast. A toast to those who come to grace, This day, our board, And, with the cheer of smiling face, To share our board! They are our friends, and friends are sent— O plan benign— To be the home’s best ornament, Heav’n spare me mine! And may our larder e’er contain Of meat and drink Enough to forge for friendship’s chain Another link! Youths Turning to Crime. The startling statement is made in Minneapolis that of the forty-one pris- oners in the Hennepin county jail, not one. is above twenty-three years | of age. The condition that brings | about this state of affairs is worth in-| quiring into. A Hennepin county | judge commenting upon the situa-! tion says that he believes the increase | of crime among young men is due to their being forced out of many sources of employment by girls. one thing certain is the fact that) there are more young men occupying cells in jails and penitentiaries than | there were a few years ago, and it| behooves those persons who interest themselves in criminology to inquire into the conditions that have brought about this increase in the criminal tendencies of young men. The War of Corpuscles. The war between the white corpus- cles of the blood and the microbes of disease was first described by the Russian pathologist Metchnikoff. While devoting himself to the study of inflammations he in each case noted the presence of white cells in the blood currents in abnormal num- bers. Inside these white cells he in- variably found the specific microbe of the disease under consideration— it seemed, that the big corpuscles were devouring the poisonous mi- crobes. Sometimes the number taken ‘up by a corpuscle was too great and it died as a result. If this overcom- ing of the white corpuscles by the microbes was general the patient died. Bishop Potter’s Position. Bishop Potter was unable to attend the Clara Morris testimonial at the Broadway theater last week and so wrote a letter saying it wasn’t be- cause of his lack of appreciation of Miss Morris or of the calling to which she had brought so much honor, but because of pressing en- gagements elsewhere. “Besides,” he wrote on, “I half fear that the audience might feel toward me as once did an old maid parish- ioner of mine whom I visited in ill- ness. ‘I like you in the pulpit,’ she said, ‘but out of it you are simply odious.’”—New York Times. A Problem for Scientists. Prof. Reitter recently introduced to the Society for Internal Medicine in Vienna a woman with a musical heart. For the last four years she has suffered from palpitation, and about eighteen months ago she notic- ed for the first time a peculiar sing- ing noise in her breast, which was also audible to other persons, and rose and fell in strength and pitch. The sound is said to be due to a mal- formation of the heart valves, which sets up vibration. Encroachments of the Sea. Careful calculations’ made a few years ago show that the thirty-six miles of Yorkshire coast between Flamborough and Spurn Head lost an- nually two yards and a quarter, or thirty acres a year. Over one mile in breadth has been lost since the Nor- man conquest and two since the occu- pation of York by the Romans. Other parts of the English coast also suffer $ greatly from the encroachments of the The |. bles follow: in its wake.” Mrs. C. B. Pare of Co- lumbia avenue, Glasgow, Kentucky, wife of C. B. Pare, a prominent brick manufacturer of that city, says: When Doan’s Kidney Pills were first brought” to my attention I was suffering from @ complicatfon of kidney troubles. Be sides the bad back which usually re- sults from kidney complaints, I hada great deal of trouble with the secre- tions, which were exceedingly vari- able, sometimes excessive and at other times scanty. The color was high, and passages were accompanied with a scalding sensation. Doan’s Kidney Pills soon regulated the kidney secre- tions, making their color normal and banished the inflammation which caused the scalding sensation. I can rest well, my back is strong and sound and I feel much better in every way. A FREE TRIAL of this great kid- ney medicine which cured Mrs. Pare will be mailed to any part of the United States on application. Address Foster-Milburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y. For sale by all druggists, price 50 cents per box. How the World Loves Sugar. The average amount of sugar per capita consumed by the people of the United States in the years immediate- ly prior to 1825 was about eight pounds. By 1870 this average had in- creased to thirty-two pounds, and in the year 1901 this amount had more than doubled again, the exact figure | being 68.4 pounds for every man, wom- an and child in the United States. or over eight times as much as the per capita consumption in 1825. Nor has this increase in sugar consumption been confined to the United States. It seems to have been equally rapid in other parts of the world, judging from the figures of total production.—Les- lie’s Weekly. Laundering the Baby’s Clothes. Many mothers are ignorant of the seri- ous injury that may result from washing the clothing of an infant with strong washing powders and impure soap. For this reason it should be laundered at home under the mother’s directions and | only Ivory soap used. To throw the little garments into the ordinary wash shows great carelessness.—E. R. Parker. Wanted Bacon and Greens. “Looky, here,” said Brother Dickey to a blacksliding member of his flock who had imbibed too freely, “don’t you want to go ter heaven?” “Yes, sah—I sho’ does.” “Well, you know dey lives on milk en honey up dar—plenty er milk en honey all de time!” _ The backsliding member was silent amoment. Then he said: “Only trouble ’bout milk and honey is—dey never did agree wid my stom- ach.”—Atlanta Constitution. FITS permanent cons. 0 ts or nervousness attoy r first day’s use of Dr. Kline’s Great Nerve Restor ar. Send for FREE 2.00 trial bottle and treatice. OR. R. H. Kuinr, Ltd., 031 Arch Street. Philadelpaia, Pa Between the Acts. > She had risen several times to let a gentleman pass out between the acts. “I’m sorry to. disturb: you, madam,” he remarked apologetically, as he went out for the fourth time. “Oh,>don’t mention it,” she replied, pleasantly. “I am most happy to oblige you.. My husband keeps the refreshment bar.” —Tid-Bits. Stops the Gough and _ Works Off the Coid Laxative Bromo Quinine Tablets. Price25c. Useless Tip. His’ Honor—Don’t you know honesty is the best policy? Erastus—’Deed I don’ belied in play- in’ policy no more sah; I’s done re- formed. A Bad Start. “I guess,” said the naturally weary young man, “I was meant to be a mil- lionaire, but started on a line where they don’t give transfers.” Hall’s Catarrh Cure Is a constitutional cure. Price, 75c. ‘a How He Placated Her. Maisie—The diamond in this en- gagement ring’ is awfully small. Morten—I told the jeweler it was - for the smallest hand in the city.—In- dianapolis Journal. “The Klean, Kool Kitchen Kind” of stoves keep you clean and cool. momical and always ready. Sold at good stove stores, If women had the making of the country’s laws they would limit the number of lodge meetings. I do not believe Piso’s Cure for Consumption has on equal for coughs a:d@ colds.—Joun FP Boren, Trinity Springs, Inc , Feb. 15, 1900. Some men get out of debt after a long and painful struggle—then pluage in again. PUTNAM FADELESS DYES coat but 10 cents per package. ‘ The phrase “single blessedness” was coined by some anonymous married’ man. Botes rob the “Ny man of both time and patience. sett 8 # Jong Joan that has no return-