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Barbara Bret-t-on’s ; si ee MeO cess ea w«aeAmbitions ~ CHAPTER VI. A Midnight Marriage. A nalf hour later, with a grateful pressure of her hand, Dr. Hayes re- signed Miss Bretton to her faithful maid's care in her own home, to which she had bern so tenderly carried. Still dressed in the white cashmere robe in which she had been attired for her part, she was more like some ¢x- quisite marble figure than a living, breathing woman. “You saw him, Marie?” she ques- tioned, eagerly, as the surgeon’s re- treating footsteps died away. “Yes, madam. He was wild with terror,” answered the French woman. “{ promised to draw up the shade if he might enter for, a few moments.” “More powder, then, Marie—quick- ly! Nov, let not one flake show it- self. There! When he comes, teil fim I disobey my physician’s orders in seeing any one, and bid him stay Gut a moment only. What is the dime?” “Just 11 o'clock, madam.” “Quick, then! But one hour is left mre in which to act.” “My wife! My derling.” ‘These were the impassioned words of Trav's Meredith, who bent a few minutes later over the quiet, graceful form whick lay so still upon the couch. “My own, I lave lived ages\since the curtain fell and hid you om my sight. I should have gone mad had you not blessed me with this momen- tary glimpse of Eden! Barbara, tell me one word—only one word—will you not promise to become my wife? You shal] not be hastened; you shall learn to know me, love me. Only give me the right to love and protect you. And make this illness an excuse, should you need one, for leaving the stage forever.” “Did you not say you were going away?” she murmured, half reproach- | fully. Perhaps—oh, Travis, must I confess it?—this fact may in some measure explain my sudden illness.” “To know it so, my queen, would be to have fulfilled the joy of living. But you do but mock me. My darling, spare me that! Think you anything on earth could drag me from your side, when in your smile rests my heaven, but this,” drawing from his pocket the telegram, “which bids me hasten back to Europe if I would see my father once more alive?” A tinge of color flushed the lovely ‘cheeks, a shade of triumph flashed in ‘the glorious eyes. This was victory vunhoped for, victory within her very grasp. In a few short weeks Travis “Meredith’s fortune would be his very own, to lay at the feet of the woman ‘whom he adored; but tears which did mot shame his manhood blinded the -watching eyes, and of this they noted mothing. Memories of his happy, careless boy- ‘hood, his father’s unfaltering gencr- ous devotion, came thronging thick and fast, and with them the agonizing thought that, hasten as he might, he smight yet be too late. But a gentle hand touched the ‘owed head, a low voice whispered his mame, and the exquisite joy of the present again thrilled him. “And you will try, then, my own, to Jove me? You will think of me wher 4 am absent?” he asked. : “Shall I not rather try to forget you? “Will not this absence bring forgetful- mess to you? Ah, Travis, it is my Sheart which is to suffer! Something tells me sp.” “Not unless they pierce through mine to reach it!” he answered fond- dy. “God grant I may find my father ‘alive, may seek his blessing on ay choice, then return to make you my mhonored, cherished wife!” “Oh, Travis; Travis! Take me with vyou!” His face was transfigured with its perfect joy. “You would go, Barbara? You love sme, then, so well? Oh, my precious .one! what haye I done to deserve such bliss? But how could you go? You} ‘are ill, suffering, and the steamer eails at dawn.” “Then you must leave me.” She aank back, trembling, on her lace-cov- ered pillow. “Travis, it will kill me. 1 shall never, never, be your wife un- 4fess—unless—oh, what was I about to way?” “That you would wed me ere I wailed? Was that the precious balm of comfort that you would pour into my bruised heart? Barbara, darling, shall I leave my wife behind me—my wife, to watch and pray for my return?” ‘Hush, Travis—hush! I must have ‘een mad, dreaming! My illness has “made me weak, unfit for this sudden shock. You must forgive me and tor- get it.” “Forgive? forget? Forgive fhat which has been as. the bow of promise ‘4n the clouds? Forget the food placed 4o my starving lips? Will you, then, raise ehope only to crush it? Make what. conditions you will, but give me ‘a husband’s right to shield you.” _ He was kneeling, as he spoke, be- -side her. The perfume from her aair «was wafted to him; one lovely arm stole about his neck; the fair cheek pillowed itself on his manly breast. Pleading, passionate words burst zrom tim. Weaker and weaker grew her re- sistance. The smile of triumph grow- ing on her lips he could not see. “God will do all things!” he an- swered, impetuously. “I will give this purse to Feline and tell him I am sud- denly called away, and bid him ex- plain the urgency of the case. Such a fee will make him whom I call from his bed forgive the unseasonable 1n- trusion. “Rash boy!” she exclaimed. “Oh, Travis, think before it is too late. “But he had gone in search of Feline as she spoke. One moment she raised herself to glance into the mirror. Its reflection satisfied her. Once more she smiled—nay, a little, low, triumph- ant laugh echoed through the room. The next, Travis found her, with closed eyes, white as the pillows on which she lay. “My own!” he said, springing to her side; this is selfish, unmanly. Say put the word and I will leave you.’ “Softly the red lips opened; one trembling murmur escaped them. He bent his head to hear. “Stay,” she said. Then, so quickly that Travis started to his feet, amazed, Feline returned, and with him the clergyman he had been bidden to bring. The clergyman showed no surprise at this unusual summons, and in one short quarter of an hour had spoken the sacred words which made Barbara Bretton Travis Meredith's legal wife. To the marriage certificate—how obtained—the newly-made husband thought not to question—Feline and Marie affixed their names—the mai(’s lips moving with her fingers as though registering a vow—then withdrew with the clergyman, leaving the wo so strangely united alone. “What have I done—what have I done?” exclaimed the wife,! in tones that thrilled her listener’s heart. “Hush, darling!” he commanded. “Do you know that I have but a few moments to be with you—that be- tween now and daybreak every prepa- tion must be made for my voyage? Tell me, then, that this holy pledge be- tween us has made you happier! Do not torture me with the thought that already you regret it.” “Regret it, Travis? ~ For my own sake, no; but for yours. Think what the world will say—your father. Prom- ise me—swear to me—you will keep it a secret until your return; that you will not harrow your father’s last mo- ments by such a confession, before [ have the opportunity to teach him how to know and love me! Then, if God spares his life, you can return here; and, when the ceremony has been again solemnized, we can _ together seek his blessing; or, if that happiness is denied’ us, then you know where sympathy and love awaits you.” “All shall be as you say. And now, my own, farewell until we meet again.” “Farewell!” she sobbed in answer; put the tear which splashed on the}. white robe had not moistened the vio- let eyes, as he held her for one mo- ment in his close embrace, then with- out one backward glance went ont into the night. CHAPTER VII. The Wager Paid. In Travis Meredith’s apartments in the hotel, Milton Lennox sat awaiting his friend’s return. Two hours. before, a note had reached him telling him of Travis’ im- mediate departure for Europe, and re- gret at not clasping his hand in a good-bye pressure. A perplexed look gathered in his eyes as he read it. “Why did he not wait for me?” he pondered. This is unlike the boy. But what is this?” stooping and pick- ing up a piece of paper which had floated unnoticed to the floor. Unfolding it, a check for one thou- sand dollars, payable to. his order, stared him in the face. “TI would give ten times this sum,” he murmured, “had I never, made that foolish bet, or led Travis into this temptation, I knew he would be nit hard, of course, but that she would draw him on I did not think. Can she have heard of his money? Fool that I have been to do this thing! But, saa as is his errand, I am glad the boy must leave. Two days out at sea he will forget her, save that she’ has left him a thousand poorer!” looking rue- fully atthe check in his hand. But I must see him and spend these last hours with him if only to send a mes- sage to my little sweetheart. By Jove! she must be springing up into a young woman now. Dear little Avice! I would love to see her again!” But two long hours had dragged wearily away since ne had thrown him- self wearily into an easy chair in his friend’s room to wait. Four times the little clock on the mantel had chimed the hour and the half hour, but no welcome’step sound- ed in the corridor without. “Can he be with her?” he thought. “But no. She is ill. It is impossible.” A quick footfall roused him from his reverie. As the door was flung open, he started to his feet. “Travis, my boy,” he began, “you did not think I would let you go cif aloe on your sad mission? You-—” But here he caught sight of Mere- dith’s face and horror arrested the words upon his lips. It was deadiy pale—white even to ghastliness—ag though years had passed since he had looked upon its bright, careless sur- face. Something more than the) thought of a perhaps dying father had brought that look there. é One minute only it flashed upon him, then, dropping into a chair, the young man hid it in both arms, out: stretched on the table. “Why, Travis, old fellow, what has cut you up so? Do not give up like this. . God grant you may yet find your father alive.” Travis raised his head, with a move- ment half impatient. “Tt was so sudden, Milton,” he an- swered. It has unmanned me. Thank you”—stretching out his hand—“for trying to see the last of me! A beast- ly hour to sail, is it not?” “Beastly, indeed!. But come—you haye no time to lose. In what way can I be of service to you?” “Only by staying with me while I pack a few necessaries in my port- manteau, and then, if you will, giving me a good-bye shake on the steamer’s deck.” “Rest assured, my dear fellow, you shall not see the last of me until you go steaming down the harbor, and then only for a little while. Travis, some of these days I am going to hunt up my little sweetheart. If she is half as lovely a woman as she was a child, { shall find many to compete with ms for the prize. Tell her she must act forget my claim.” “Plenty of time for that,” answered her brother. ‘Avice is but a child yct, scarcely fifteen. If—if my father dics, she must add her voice.” A scarlet flush rose to Travis’ tem- ples. “If my father lives,” he answered, “T shall still return at once. In any case, I shall not be long abroad.” “Travis!” Lennox said) gravely, “take my advice and don’t come back yet awhile. You will forgive an old friend for speaking freely, will you not? But there is something I meant to tell you, which perhaps now is bet- ter left unsaid, and which your stay, for a time at least, abroad, will let rest forever in its grave. I want you to take back, too, the check you sent me to-night. Not that either you or I would miss the amount, but I want, if possible, to wash my hands of my share in that transaction.” “] do not understand you,” replied Travis, haughtily. “We made a bet. I lost, you won. I only regret we so lightly used the name of a woman I have learned to both honor and te spect.” “And one who is not worthy of either—” “Dare to say that again to me, and though you were my brother I would force the words down your throat!” interrupted Meredith, springing to his feet, his face lurid with passion, his hand clenched. But equally pale was the man whom he addressed. Milton Lennox was no coward, and few men would have ut- tered such words to his face without the penalty of a blow; but by a violent effort he controlled himself. He had gone so far; in self-justifica- tion he must go further. He had ap- plied the knife to the wound; in mercy he must not spare his patient. “Travis,” he said, and his voice was low and gentle as a woman's, “I am many years your senior. We have both of us known that perhaps in the distant future we might, indeed, be brothers, were both Avice and I free on her eighteenth birthday, when we were to be called upon to ratify or re- nounce our childish pledge. You have known me boy and man. No ordinary friendship has existed between us. I was led, a few nights ago, to expose you to such temptation as I might ‘*have seen you would be powerless to withstand. For my part in this I for- give your words and will explain why I uttered that which called them forth.” (To Be Continued.) SOUGHT IN VAIN. Little Experience of a Discontented Man With Fate. Fate met a discontented man. “Why are you discontented?” asked Fate. “Alas!” said the man, “my life is so monotonous. I desire a change of time and place.” “That is impossible,” said Fate. ° “Nay,” said the man, “it is in your power to transport me to a distant land and a different era.” . “Choose,” said Fate. The man’s eyes sparkled. “I choose Rome,” he replied, “Rome during the Augustan age.” | | “YANKEE |. DOODLE” What ja ridiculous air that o “Yankee Doodle,” musically speaking! And yet it sets everybody dancing every patriotic American heart throb bing at full speed. This time it wil be heard nearly everywhere on earth and it means something. Nobody knows who composed the air. It isn’ much of an air anyhow, and few musi | cians to-day. would acknowledge such a composition, but it is one of the popular tunes. grown from an _ ai) played by the British bands of musi in derision of the “Yankees,” the nick name given the New Englanders lon; ago, before the Fourth of July had any standing, to a grand national anthem which powerful foreign nations ar¢ glad to play to curry favor with us or keep us in good humor. When th« “Patriots” began to drive the Britist out, they played “Yankee Doodle” a’ them, and adopted it as their own be cause they had made the Britist dance to its music. It is supposed to be a very old air ‘originally called “Nankee Doodle,’ whence it will be perceived how eas ily it fell into being called “Yankee Doodle.” Oliver Cromwell wore in his hat a single feather fastened in what was known as a “macaroni” knot whence the song began ; |“Nankee doodle: came to town upon his little pony, Stuck a feather in his hat and called it macaroni.” | All sorts of words are written to jingle with the music and everybody has written some of his own, but it has always “Yankee Doodle” to it in the chorus. The Hungarian patriot Kossuth when he first heard the air played in America, declared it was one of the old national airs of Hungary, and Bucking: ham Smith, a former secretary of the United States legation at Madrid, is authority for the statement that the air of “Yankee Doodle” is the music of an ancient Spanish sword dance. Wherever it came from it is now an American patriotic air and belongs to our Fourth of July, and no nation dare take it away from us. John Adams’ Last Fourth John Adams was one of the most vigorous supporters of the Declara- tion of Independence, and when he came to sign it, he exclaimed: Sur- vive or perish, I am for it.” He did not want to escape from the conse- quences of his act; he was willing to go down with it, if go down it must. To such a man the anniversary of the Declaration of Independence meant something beyond the ordinary, and he took part in everything that was going on toward celebrating it, like a plain citizen, even after he was President of the United States and un- til the day of his death. In a letter to his sister he thus speaks of the proper manner of celebrating the great day: “It ought to be commemorated as a day of deliverance by solemn acts of devotion to God Almighty. It ought to be solemnized with pomp and parade, with shows, games, sports, bells, bon- fires and illuminations from one end of this country to the other, from this time forth forward forevermore.” One might be amazed at this sort of simple, unaffected patriofism, were it not for the fact that all of the fathers of the Republic possessed the same | sentiments. Adams said he always felt like marching about with an old musket from sunrise to sunset on the Fourth of July, and give vent to his feelings by loud huzzas. It is related of his last days on earth that not long before an ap- proaching celebration he was very ill with what proved to be his last sick- ness, when someone asked him for a toast to be given on the day. He re plied, “Independence forever!” When the day came around he could not leave his bed, and had apparently for- gotten the anniversary, for, hearing the bells and cannofi, he asked what day it was, and on being informed that it was the Fourth of July, he murmured distinctly, though with a failing breath, “Independence for- aver,” and spoke no more. Before His wish was granted, but ere long} 2vening he was dead. Fate found him again disconsolate. “Why are you discontented?”. asked Fate. “Alas!” he said, “my life is so mon- otonous. I desire a change of time and place.” “Choose.” said Fate. “I choose France in the Napoleonic age,” said the man. His wish was granted, but ere long | Fate found him again disconsolate. “Why are you discontented?” asked Fate. “Alas!” said the man, my life is so monotonous. I desire a change of time and place.” “Fool!” said Fate. “Have you not yet discovered that it is always here and it is always now?’—Cassell’s Journal. Pa’s Experience. Little Willie—Say, pa, what’s the difference between a snowball and a charity ball? Pa—One hits a man on the neck and the cther strikes him on the pocket, my son.—Chicago News. is OUR ; LIBERTY CAP Every American citizen is entitled to wear a “Liberty Cap” if he so de- sires. In the early anniversaries of our Fourth of July it was customary for youths and maids, and some old fellows, for that matter, to put on a liverty cap and parade around with it on their heads as proud as peacocks, which they had every right to be. It was and should always ve blue in ‘col- or with a border of gilt stars on a white ground, to be the genuine liber- ty cap) The government to this day thinks so well of it that it is put on the heads of the vignettes on silver and gold coins, which ‘anyone can see if he has the coins, or can borrow one for educational purposes. 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List of Patents Issued Last Week to Northwestern Inventors. Charles Benedict, Lidgerwood, N. D., grain elevator; Andrew Carlsen, assignor to F. E. Mahler, St. Paul, Minn., track gauge; Joseph Darrah, Rolla, N. D., safety lantern and foot warmer; Charles Shabley, Wessing- ton Springs, S. D., harrow; Charles Smith, Hassel, Mont., dam for irrigat- ing ditches; Gustaf Steinback, Elk Point, S. D., cultivator; Oscar Tor- gerson, Mapleton, N. D., draft equal- izer. Lothrop & Johnson, patent lawyers, 91] and 912 Pioneer Press Bldg., St. Paul. PRETTY CIRCUS WOMEN. They Must Have Good Looks Nowa- days as Well as Good Muscles. There is a new kind of circus girl, just as there is a new chorus girl. The latest thing in chorus girls is slight and piquant, and in marked physical contrast to the opulent, stalwart beau- ty who was formerly considered the only type adapted to stage display. The new kind of circus girl is strik- ing principally on account of her in- creased comeliness. The hard-faced, dyed-haired rider with her set smile and ghastly little coquettries is a thing of the past. The women are nowadays fresher, prettier and nearly always better dressed than they ever were in the past. Comeliness seems to be regard- ed now as important as their athletic skill. One very mediocre acrobat was a woman called the “Beautiful Geral- dine,” who was successful ten years ago from one end of Europe to the other, not because she was skillful in her work, but because of her supposed- ly great beauty. Yet to-day she would not seem so much above the average of looks at the Madison Square Gar- den. | Their dressing is also more tasteful in its colors and the women who this year ride in habits are in every way smarter looking than they were in tiie past. But it is her looks that differen- tiate the present-day circus girl from Ler predecessors. She is rapidly be- coming a thing of beauty as well as of muscle and daring —New York Sun. SURE NOW. The Truth About Coffee. 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A fashionable girl was upstairs and had just turned out her light when she heard a caller ask for her. She made a dive for her powder box in the dark and dusted her face, and then went to the parlor and found a man upon whom she was anxious to make an impression. And she did. He was puzzled at her appearance, but, being a gentleman, said nothing. She sat and chatted gracefully and had a delightful even- ing. As soon as he had gone she rushed to the mirror, as every girl does when her beau leaves. She gave one scream and went off into hysterics. Instead of putting the puff into the powder box she had put it into the powdered charcoal used for her teeth. —Springfield Republican. Just Like a Poem. “This is what I get for proposing to that literary girl.” “What is it, old man?” “Why, she just writes on a card “D. “What does that mean?” “Declined with thanks.”—Chicago News. . Do Your Feet Ache and Burn? Shake into your shoes, Allen’s Foot- Ease, a powder for the feet. 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