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___ff t | | i | | i | CHAPTER XXIX—Continued. She did not know how it was, but 4m that time, in spite of all seeming weasons to the contrary, a sense of her lover's truth and honesty came to her Uke a surety—a positive conviction that infused life and hope into her fainting heart. He loved her, he was true to her. An angel of comfort might have whispered those words to ther, so faithfully did she believe them. ‘The consciousness was like a mine of ‘strength to her. For the moment she .forgot who was by her side and her own danger. “Yes,” went on Burt, breaking in apon that dream of love and safety— “yes, I have arranged it all this time go that there can be no slip. You an't escape. In a couple of hours we shall be at the house of the minister whom I have engaged, and in ten min- utes after that the knot will be tied— and you won’t find me half a bad hus- band if you only manage right.” Again he urged on his horse and the two rode on in silence. Finally Burt was persuaded that Kate was submitting to what she could not help, though still, when he glanced at her face, the look on it troubled him. In less time than he hed said he drew rein in front of a square, old- | fashioned house standing close to the road, but remote from any dwelling. In a room in one corner of the house @ dim light was burning. It was now about two o’clock, and apparently Burt was expected. “This is the minister’s,” he said, fumping from the seat and immediate- Jy taking Kate down and holding on to her hand tightly for fear she might slip from him. “It’s a regular clergyman, no fear of that,” said Burt, as he led her to the house. “He'll do the thing lawfully, though he isn’t preaching this year.” Burt spoke the truth. He was not going to have any “bogus knot” tied, as he said. Before the two reached the door it ‘was opened by a middle-aged man in a large, flowing dressing gown and holding a small lamp in his hand. “{ began to think you might have given up the notion for to-night, Mr. Burt,” the man said, in a suave voice, as he led the way into the rcom where he had been sitting, and which was, probably his “study,” as there was a Jarge bookcase in the room, and on the table near which the man had appar- ently been sitting was lying an open "book. & “I hope the lady is not too fatigued ‘to stand up long ertough for the cere- ‘mony,” said the minister, looking with vundisguised admiration at Kate, who sank into a chair directly and whcse vglance at the man had made her very -doubtful if she could appeal with any success to him. Still she believed she had that to -@ay which would move even such a ~man as that. Burt drew some papers from his pocket in search of his license. In » doing so he saw the letter he had that day taken from the postoffice in Col- ‘ton—a letter addressed to Kate's fath- er, and which Burt had said he would deliver to Kate. He had opened and read it, and then “its contents had made-him decide he would not give it to Kate until she was his wife, and he carefully sealed “it again. If he had needed any spur to his ~purpose this letter would have given it, for it was from an attorney in a Western state announcing to Charles Purcell that by the death of am distant relative who had died without nearer heirs, he had inherited @ property amounting to about a hun- -dred thousand dollars. Poor Purcell! Had he but lived to have seen his cherished dream ful- filled, though in so different a manner - from what he had thought! Yes, Burt was doing @ very good ~thing for himself, but it was true that ~money had never tempted him in re- gard to Kate Purcell. He had never known the chance she had of wealth, . as Ralph Caryl had known. “I will give the lady a glass of wa- ter,” said the minister, going out of the rcom and returning with a full glass in his hand, which Kate only put her lips to for fear of being drugged. CHAPTER XXX. “s in the Court. It was two days before, that the »“trial of Vance Rothesay was brought | into the court. It had been in vain that Henry Loud, the detective, had tried to persuade “Rothesay to engage the services of a -eriminal lawyer whom he recommend- ed. Rothesay had persisted in refus- Vance had found means to bribe ‘some one to carry a message to his sister Rachel on the day he was taken, } puta few hours later, and when the police went to the lodging house for the purpose of securing the girl she thad fled and it had been impossible ' f#hus far tO find her. Loud was furious. He knew that “he had been guilty of gross neglect in | mot securing Rachel at the same time ‘that he had taken Vance, and now he ‘was reaping the consequences. Of Rethesay’s innocence he felt con- of the Beach KAAAAAAAAAAAAADAAAAAAANA XY vinced in his own heart, but he was also as strongly convinced that the young man would be convicted in some degree, for there seemed no way of overthrowing the fearful weight of the evidence against him. Rothesay was brought into court, the charge was preferred and he plead- ed not guilty. The room was crowded, for’ the case promised to be interest- ing. The prisoner looked very pale and worn. Besides the horror of the charge against him was the conscious- ness, ever present with him, of who did the deed; the memory of the wom- an he loved; the desire, almost fran- tic at times, to break from the bonds that held him, to tell the truth, and free himself for that life of love and happiness that would await him then. But could he inform against his sis- ter—his sister, who had trusted him so with her confession? Did she know now?—had she not by this time learned, even in the weak condition of her mind, that he was accused of the crime she had committed? She | must know it now that he did not | shield her from the knowledge. And | where was she? What had become of | her? Was ever man placed in like sit- uation? Among the women in the crowd no | one noticed particularly a slender feminine figure on the outskirts.of the crowd—a figure clad in somewhat worn but still elegant garments, and wearing a veil so thick as to almost serve the purpose of a mask. She did not stir, but stood leaning with both hands against the back of a seat, listening intently. If one had watched her he could have seen how often a long, quivering breath shook her, but otherwise she was motion- | less. é Suddenly she pushed her way through, cleaving a passage somehow, until she came near where the pris- oner sat. As Vance looked down and saw her, although he could not see her face, it seemed that his own face grew a shade paler, but he remained quiet. The woman for a few moments seemed satisfied to have reached that position, and listened to the proceed- | ings quietly. Henry Loud, who was where he could see both the prisoner and the audience, saw the effect the woman’s presence had upon Rothesay, and he looked scrutinizingly at the woman, thinking at first of Kate Purcell. But he soon decided it was not she, and | he was convinced as to her identity. He would not lose sight of her. He gave orders to a subordinate, and | then sat down again to follow the progress of the trial. But even Loud, with all his experience, did not antici- pate the scene which followed. As something fearfully against } electrified by a voice crying: “Tt is false!” Loud sprang to his feet, so aston- ished was he. It was a woman’s voice, but until she has spoken she did not | Tise. “Order—order!” called out an offi- cer. Then the woman stood up and thrust her veil aside, revealing a wild face and eyes, but not the face and eyes of an insane person. There were’ reason and resolution in that counte- nance, and it was still beautiful enough to cause a thrill of wonder and admiration in those who looked upon it. “Rachel, be silent,” said Vance, leaning forward and looking at ‘her. But she made a gesture of refusal and criéd again: x “T tell you it is false! Vance Rothe- say never did the deed! He is inno- cent and I know it!” “Rachel!” implored Vance; but in vain. A policeman was working his way as rapidly as he could toward Rachel, and until she should be taken out it seemed impossible to prevent her speaking, for she paid no heed to the commands to be silent. “TI tell you I know it,” she went on, “and you shail listen to me! I can’t bear this any longer. Ever since I have known he was charged with that murder I have been in a hell. But I won't endure it a moment longer. Judge how noble that man is when I tell you that I killed Ralph Caryl! I killed him, and my brother knew it, but he has not betrayed me.” The sensation in the room was inde- | seribable. It was impossible for the crowd not | to believe the assertion. The voice | was the voice of truth itself. But the prosecuting attorney said: “The woman is under a delusion— she is crazy.” Loud, who accepted the truth with- out a dissenting feeling, could not help Saying: 3 “I don’t know whether she is crazy or not, but I am sure she tells the truth. Ill stake- my reputation on that.” The detective saw the whole affair clearly now. He had only been able’ to gather very vague and unreliable information from rumor that Ralph Caryl had once been the lover of Vance Rothesay’s sister; so vague had it been that he had not knowa wheth- er to give credence to it; but it had made him still more eager to secure Rachel Rothesay. And now she had come he went over to Vance and whispered: ‘| take my advice an for your sister whom you refused for | Vance was given in, the court were | forward of her own accord. Loud saw the aoe thing now, and | “You are free. Now I beg you to get that lawyer yourself.” “Yes, I will. But it is by no means certain that I am free yet,” was the reply. * “To all intents you are.. I have a few things which will match very well with your sister’s story.” aoek The detective spoke the truth. After an examination of Rachel Rothesay it became evident that her brother had been unjustly detained, and he was released, Rachel taking his place in the prison. ¢ She went calmly; indeed, it seemed as if such a load had been lifted from her mind that she was comparatively at ease. Cannot one guess what was the first use Vance Rothesay made of his free dom? (To Be Continued.) DO YOU PLAY POKER? If You Do You Will Appreciate This Story. Poker stories were being told, and finally Pat Sheedy told one. “It was down in Missouri,” he said, “that five men sat down to play a friendly game. Things went along fairly well for a time, and then there was a big jack pot. One of the play: ers told me about it afterward. “ opened the pot and they all stayed,’ he said. ‘There was ‘some raising done before the draw, which did not scare anybody out, and the bet. ting began. We put up.about all the money we had and there was a show: down. “«The dealer had a king full on aces. The man on his left showed three aces and a pair of kings. The other | players, both of whom looked resolute | and determined, held four aces and four kings, respectively.’ “The other man who was telling me about the game stopped there,” con- tinued Mr. Sheedy, “and I asked him, “What did you hold?’ “ ‘Me?’ he queried. ‘Me? Oh, I was the coroner and I held four inquests.’ ” —wNew York World. SR re ae HE HAD JUST “SET” A JEWEL. Of Augustus K. Sloan and a Miss in the Street Car. Augustus K. Sloan, ex-president of the jewelers’ association and board of trade, was riding uptown on a Broad: way car the other day when a smart: ly dressed and handsome young miss came in. The car was quite crowded and the young woman stood looking about for a seat. Just as she gave up hope and with a settled look about her mouth was reaching for a strap, Mr. Sloan arose and, touching the young woman on the arm, offered her his seat. The young woman slid into the proffered place daintily, and, turning to Mr. Sloan, said: “Sir, you are a jewel among men.” “I beg your pardon, young lady,” said Mr. Sloan, quickly, touching his hat, “I am but a jeweler, and I have just set a jewel.”—New York Times. Uneven Pairs. A certain gentleman was donning his outfit one pleasant day last week, preparatory to taking a horseback ride into the country. After awhile it oc- curred to him that his riding boots had been left in another part of the house, and he accordingly informed a serv: ent, a young Irishman, of their loca. tion, remarking at the time that there were two pairs together in the closet and he should be sure to get mates, In a short time the servant returned with two boots, but odd ones. “Why, don’t you see these are not alike?” said the other, out of patience with the fellow. “One has a longer top than the other. “You are right about that,” replied the Irishman, apologetically, “but then | OTHE STORES OF THE FUTURE. What the Next Stages of the Depart- ment Store May Develop. a ‘These enterprises are now in their second generation. These business realms are passing or have passed, as all empires must, from those who founded to those who administer, either executive managers of a famil- iar business type, trained in the traffic they guide, who have risen grade by grade to the head of the enterprise in which they began, or the sons of found- ers. The next stage of the depart- ment store will be the joint stock com- pany. This has already come in Eng- land and France. It is near here. There are already department stores in our cities, one such in Chicago, owned by outside capital. More than one wholesale business house is suc- cessful on the joint stock basis. The department store will come next. Be- fore thirty years there will be depart- ment stores whose shares are princi- pally owned by those who hold places in its service or who are on its roll of authorized accounts. — Booklovers’ Magazite. A Sensational Case. Alston, Mich., May 25th.—Hougnton County has never witnessed a more striking medical case than that of Mr. James Culet of this place. Mr. Culet had spent a small fortune with the best physicians in the county and in addition to this he has tried every medicine he could hear of. He had a very bad case of Rheuma- tism and Kidney Trouble, from which he had suffered for twenty years. Nothing he could get seemed to do him any good, and he was gradually growing worse. He has no Rheumatism now and cx- plains it thus: “One day I happened to see an ag- yertisement of Dodd’s Kidney Pills and decided to try them. “I maie up my mind to give them a good fair trial, as my case was a very bad one and was of over twenty years’ standing. “I used altogether 42 boxes, and I can truthfully say that they have driven out every trace of Rheuma- tism. : “I feel like a new man and I can and do most heartily recommend Dodd’s Kidney Fills for Rheumatism and Kidney Trouble.” Too Old for a Future. Mayor Low of New York is telling an incident that occurred while he was visiting one of the state prisons with a clergyman. The good man stopped at the cell of a burglar and asked sol- emnly: “My poor, erring brother, have you any hopes for the future?” “Naw,” answered the prisoner, with deep dejection, “by the time I gets out of this blasted jail I'll be too old to break into anybody’s house.”—Phila- delphia Public Ledger. Up Against It. “Is your employer out?” inquired tne caller. “Yes, sir,” replied the office boy. “How do you know without looking into his private office?” “Because I just heard him grow! about the cards he was gettin’ and call for another stack of blues.”—Philadel- phia Press. “The Klean, Kool Kitchen Kind” of stoves make no smoke, smell, soot, ashes or ex- cessive heat. Always look for trade mark. Helping Her Out. Mrs. Hiram—You may stay until your week is up, Bridget, but when you go I must tell you I won’t be able to write you a letter of recommenda- tion. Bridget—Don’t let yer want of eddi- cation imbarress ye, madam. oil write it fur ye, an’ ye can make yer mark to it—Philadelphia Press. the other pair was just so, too.”"—New | York Times. | Hard on the Stories. | When Marshail P. Wilder, the joke teller, was riding in a Broadway car! Jast week a patriarchial looking man with a long white beard leaned across the aisle and said in a tone that could be heard half a block: “Why, Marshall, how are you? Haven't seen you for years. Should | like to have you come around to din. | ner some Sunday and tell my family | some of those old, old stories that 1, used to enjoy long ago. They are bet: | ter than any of the new stories, to my way of thinking. I remember that) one—” But it was Wilder’s corner to get | off. “Cheerful friend, that,” he said, “to a man who has to make his living find ing new stories.”—New York Times. | A Lucky Strike Did It. fa Senor Pedro Alvarado, the million: | aire philanthropist who has offered to | pay the public debt of Mexico, has | risen to wealth and power within a) very short time. A year or two aga | he was a peon, working with hun.| dreds of other men in the mines. To- | day he is rich beyond the dreams ot | avarice, and every year adds a new million to his vast estates. The ts. | covery of a mine was the beginning of his rise.—Louisville Post. oe ST Ts es “A Storm Brewing. “George,” she whispered softiy, “mark yonder breadth of cloud stretching to the utmost part of the heavens—a boundless, infinite sea of nothingness.” “Nothingness?” he echoed. “Why. | goodness gracious, Maria, there’s a quart of rain in every square inch of that cloud! ”"—Tid-Bits. a Rete eS ny Irate Guest (No. 48)—I didn’t tell you to wake me up at 5 o’clock. Bell Boy—Didn’t yer? Well, memba it was No. 84. ¢ ne cured. No fitsor nervousness FITS Reragreaieat pr nines Grau serra eager Send fc R! x le and treatize. R. a Kon ‘Ltd., 931 Arch Street, Philadelphia, Pa Embarrassed. “What a beautiful luncheon!” said the guest. “Yes,” answered Mr. “mother and the girls say it is right.” “But you aren’t enjoying it.” “No. I’ve been standing over here trying to figure out which are the edi- bles and which are the decorations.— Washington Star. Cumrox, all Telescopic. Gazer (an astronomer)—Can you suggest a suitable name for my new telescope? Boozer (a drinker)—Sure. How would “Here’s looking at you” do.— Chicago Journal. A Comfort. Mrs. Flynn—It must hov bina great blow whin Dinny died, Mrs. Murphy. Mrs. Murphy—Yis; but Oj r-remim- bered we are all in the hands of an unschrupulous providince.—Judge. Stops the +h and Works Off the Cold Laxative Bromo Quinine Tablets. Price25c. primes EN ore EE Reciprocity. “Time has certainly dealt kindly with Mrs. Slowgirl. She’s still good looking,” remarked Mrs. Goodfriend. “Of course. She never dealt harsh- ly with him—grabbing him by the fove- lock, or anything like that,” replied Miss Acide.—Cincinnati Tribune. Piso’s Cure for Consumpuio.: is an Infalliblé medicine for coughs and coids.--N. W. SaMveL, Ocean Grove, N. J., Feb. 17. 1907. pit BS Ew 2 ER Man born of woman is of few days’ and fuli of trouble—ard the fuller he is of trouble the fewer his days. Every married man should join some good society—the society of his wife and children, for instance. | kind of fowls, 4 we B Value of Pasture for Pigs. A recent bulletin of the Missouri State Board of Agriculture quotes G. W. Waters as follows: “We will now state two propositions bearing on economy of production. First, while the pig is not considered primarily a grazing animal, from the fact that he cannot be expected to make gains and grow fat if turned onto common pasture grass like cat- tle, sheep or mules, yet, as a matter of fact the pig will make better re- turns for the amount of grass eaten than any other farm animal. More- over, the pasture will increase the efficiency and value of the grain fed in connection with it. The second proposition is this: The pig is a grass feeder and will eat too much of rich feeds, as grain, more than he can use economically, more than he can digest well, consequently greater gains from a given amount of corn are obtained if the pig is fed less than he can or will eat. This statement applies with especial force In cases of a long feeaing period. The two propo- sitions just announced, are brought out in th» following report of tests made at the Wisconsin station, six lots of pigs being used: “Lot 1, full fed, in a dry lot, gained 1.15 pounds per day and used 537 pounds of corn in making 100 pounds of gain. “Lot 2, full fed, on clover pasture, gained 1.30 pounds per day, and used 417 pounds of corn in making 100 pounds of gain. “Lot 3, three-fourths full, on clover pasture, gained 1.20 per day and used 377 pounds of corn in making 100 ‘pounds of gain. * “Lot 4, one-half full, clover pasture, gained .87 pounds per day and requir. ed 352 pounds of corn to make 100 Pounds of gain. . weaves “Lot 5, one-fourth full, clover pas- ture, gained .64 pounds per day, and requiréd 243 pounds of corn to make ‘100 pounds of gain. “Lot 5, no gain, clover pasture, ‘gained .36 pounds per day. “In lot 2 there is a sudden drop over lot 1 in the amount of corn required. But in lot 3 there is a still larger ‘drop. Nearly three bushels less oi ‘corn is required to produce 100 pounds of gain over dry lot feeding. For growing hogs a still larger reduction | of corn is advisable. The rate of gain ; is slower, but it is vastly cheaper. It j is however wise practice to full feed for the last 30 days before market ing.” A Requisite in Poultry Raising. All classes of people may go intc the. raising of poultry and do it suc cessfully. Sex is no bar to success. In fact very many of our most suc: cessful poultry raisers are women. Some are semi-invalids who have given up the great lines of business and have been told by their family physician to get into something where they @an be out of doors a grea! deal, but where the amount of manual labor will not be large. These and others may succeed, but there is one requisite for all and that is interest in the business. The writer has known of people intending to go into the poultry business, when they hated the sight of a live hen. Asked as to their reason for making the venture they replied that they had been told there was money in it. The invaria- ble advice given by the writer in such cases is for the would-be in. vestor to keep out of the business. Longfellow says “the heart giveth grace unto every art.” The person that has a deep interest in poultry can make a success of raising any for he will not be stopped by the obstacles that are cer- tain to be discovered in the way. The umber of people tnat dislike to have poultry around is very large. But there are those that find great pleasure in caring for fowls. Some- times it is one breed that strikes their fancy and sometimes another, but whatever it be, they cam see beauty in it. The man that has a real interest in fowls will make a success of rais- ing them, if conditions be at all favor- able, but the fowl-hater is about sure to fail. Warm Shoes. From the Farmers’ Review: Women suffering from cold feet could make for themselves warm and comfortable footwear by getting béy’s felt boots and then purchasing broad soled slip- pers to fit over them. Usually it is necessary to split the slipper down to the toe, then make holes with an awl and lace with a shoe string. The slip- per should be 14% size larger than the shoe. For wear away from home, get an arctic one-half size larger than the shoe. Warm feet are essential to health and happiness and would lengthen the lives of many women who suffer from cold, especially those afflicted with lung troubles.—Mrs. Ax- tell. In many cases in New England, New York and perhaps Pennsylvania, well-fixed types have been established by growing one kind of corn for a long period of years on the same farm without any change of seed. These varieties are frequently desig- nated by the name of the family by whom they have been grown, as “Doo- little”. corn and “Warren” field corn. Not infrequently some particular kind of corn has been grown on the same farm for several generations of a fam- ily, without new seed being intro- duced.—The Book of Corn. betes, Dropsy, Bright's Dis- ease, Cure. Kidney and Bladder troubles before they reach the serious stage. Read how easily it can be done. ‘W. J. Hill of 40 South Union Street, Concord, N. C., proprietor of hard- ware and hamess store, Justice of the Peace, and one of the best known citi- zens of that place, says: “Doan’s Kid- ney Pills proved a very efficient rem- edy in my case. I got a box at the Gibson Drug Store, and used them for disordered kidneys and backache from which I had experienced a great deal of annoyance, trouble and pain. The kidney secretions had bothered me for a long while, were very irregular, dark colored and full of sediment. The Pills cleared it all up and I have not had an ache in my back since taking the last dose. My back is much stronger and my health generally is improved a great deal. I am glad to make a public endorsement of the Pills, trusting that it may be the means of reliéving some other sutf- ferer.” A FREE TRIAL of this great ney medicine which cured Mr. Hill will be mailed on application to any part of the United States. Address Foster-Milburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y. For sale by all druggists, price 50 cents per box, kid- Safety in Numbers. Brannigan—Come home an’, take supper with me, Flannigan. Flannigan—Shure, it’s past yer sup- per time now; yer wife’ll be mad as a hatter. Brannigan—That’s jist it; she can’t lick the two of us.—Philadelphia Pub- lic Ledger. s. Faia | HALF WAS ENOUGH. The Mosquito Did Not Need a Full Order That Night. George Rutledge Gibson, the banker, as the story goes at his country homo in Tuxedo Park, spent a night a few years ago at the Country club at West- chester with two members of the stock exchange. They met at breakfast in the morning and the conversation naturally turned to mosquitoes, which had been the principal circulating me- dium the night before. The large and tall member of the exchange remarked that they had not molested him, but the little man protested that he had been devoured by them, and he very energetically questioned the judgment of Long Island mosquitos who would thus attack a small man when a large one was under the same roof, and he demanded an explanation. This was Mr. Gibson’s opportunity and he coolly and exasperatingly said: “That’s easy. I suppose they were not very hungry and only wanted half a portion!”—New York Times. A CHEMICAL COOK. Will the Future Housewife Turn Her Kitchen Into a Laboratory? The mistress of the home of 1925 will be a chemist. She will be a trained scientist. She will regard her kitchen as a laboratory in which a thousand wonderful experiments will be tried. The idea that the kitchen is a place of drudgery. where only those enter who are forced by circum- stances, will have disappeared, and there will remain only wonder that any one could have ever been ignorant of the marvelous processes of science to have taken so little interest in the subject. The kitchen itself will disappear| from the basement and from the home forever. In its place, adjoining the dining room, so that the transit from the fire to the table may occupy but a second’s time, will be the “House- hold Laboratory.” The mistress of the house and her daughters will find no more interesting period of the day than that which is spent in the well lighted, well ventilated, cleanly and comfortably arranged room given up to the constant surprises which sci- ence offers to those who will study with interest her wonders in the realm of combinations of food materials and the transformations brought about by varying degrees of heat.—Cosmopoli- tan Magazine. DOCTOR ON FOOD. Experimented on Himself. A physician of Galion, O., says: “For the last few years I have been a sufferer from indigestion and although I have used various remedies and pre- pared foods with some benefit it was not until I tried Grape-Nuts that I was completely cured. “As a food it is pleasant and agree- able, very nutritious and is digested and assimilated with very little effort on the part of the digestive organs. As a nerve food and restorer it jas no equal and as such is especiaily adapted to students and other brain- workers. It contains the elements necessary for the building of nerve tissue and dy so doing maintains an equilibrium of waste and repair. “It also enriches the blood by giy- ing an increased number of red blood corpuscles and in this way strengthens all the organs, providing a vital fluid made more nearly perfect. I take great pleasure in recommending its use to my patients, for I value it as a food and know it will benefit all who use it.” Name furnished by Postum Co.. Battle Creek, Mich. ij == tu 4 we te i fight aes