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| | + Curse « Carrington By K. TEMP. CHAPTER XLII. “1 Cut His Throat!” “Quick!” Cynthia cried, darting to the door; “they will come in here!” She glanced hastily through ‘as she was about to shut it. “Good heavens!” “Clive—come here!” He was still sitting by the low lounge, and bending over it with tears, which did his manhood no dishonor, falling like rain on the calm face of the dead.’ But he dashed to the door at that loud, terrified ery. One glance was enough. He looked back at Laurie. “Don’t come out, darling. It is no sight for you!” A moment more he was staring at perhaps the strangest spectacle the old hall had ever framed. In the center of a dense, excited crowd of police, detectives and towns- people, struggled a man, tall, lithe, agile. He wore no hat. His clothes had been torn by brambles to ragged strips. He was covered with snow. But the face—ah, the face that leered out from under the masses of tangled, matted hair! A thin,.sallow face, well formed as to features, but malicious, orted—horrible to see in its vacant y, its brutish rage. “Ah, Sir Clive!” Mr. Lynn shouted, at sight of the advancing figure. ‘“Wel- come home, sir! Just in time! We've captured him, you see! My men found him in Stanley’s grove, several miles away. All an idea of Miss Ler- ; nox. She put us on the track. Hold him, boys—quick!” as the prisoner fought desperately for release. “Keep off, I say—keep off!” shrieked the madman, flinging his great arms wildly about him. “Keep off, or I'll treat you as I treate dhim!” “Get on the bracelets, boys!” Lynn roared above the tumult. “We can’t. Old Nick’s in him. He’s got the strength of twenty men!” “Aye, aye!” yelled the maniac, ex- ultantly. “He was nothing against me. He fought hard, too.” “Who?” some one shouted. Ever sound in the hall ebbed to si lence as the hoarse voice dropped to a chuckling whisper. “T'll tell you!” The suggestion of auditors seemed to fascinate him. He grew quite calm, and bent eagerly forward in graphic recital. “You see there was a fire, but it was all closed up in iron and T wasn’t to touch it. But I did, though. I got a stick, and worked and worked till I opened it. And I took the fire out and threw it all around. And every place began to burn. I ran to the win- dow, and I could see across to another window; the blinds were drawn, and there was a light, and he was writ- ing!” A repressed murmur ran through the breathless listeners. It seemedto the maniac a sign of approval. His lack-luster eyes glis- tened. “Then the ground began to shake. “I ran—ran through a hole in the wall— into a room. And the tower fell; but there was no one in the room. I ran again into the hall. I looked in every room for the man. At last I found him; he was writing. He jumped up when he saw me. ““Ourse you,’ he said, ‘what do you ” she ejaculated. fingers were itching to get at him—to kill him. I told him so. I clutched him. We went round the room—oh, I don’t know how many times. He pulled something out of his belt. ““Ourse you!’ he said, ‘I'll give you a dose of cold steel!’ “But it was so pretty—the dagger— I wanted to see it. I grabbed it from him. I,” with a howl of triumph—‘“I cut his throat!” » There was dead silence as he fin- ished. Then every voice outclamored in horrified comment. “After that?” questioned an eager voice in the rabble—“after that?” He put his hands confusedly to his head, and looked around in leering vacuity. “J don’t remember!” he answered. Clive’s ringing voice rolled out in sharp command: “Officers, clear the hall! Attend to your duty! This unfortunate creature must no longer be exposed to such heartless curiosity.” / “I wish I could find it!” jabbered the lunatic. “Oh, ! wish 1 could find tt!” “What?” asked Mr. Lynn. “The dagger—it was :v_ pretty!” glaring from the floo: to. the ceiling in painful scrutiny. “1 took it with me, but I must have lost it.” Involuntarily Mr. Stack pervously about him. What had he done with that dagger? looked LT MOORE. Ah, he remembered now! He hurried up to a slim, black mar- ble pedestal, and cautiously took up the curious dagger. But the restless eyes of the mad- man were fastened on it in a flash. With a screech of delight he dashed aside the arms outstretched to detain him, and leaped across the hall. He tore the weapon from Stack, de- spite his brave resistance, and sprang back, brandishing it aloft. “Look!” he cyied, “I'll show you how I did it! Just this way!” A hundred voices outrang in horror —a hundred hands strove to restrain him. Too late! With a laugh—that laugh which was never to ring through Blackcastle again—a shrieking, discordant, tri- umphant laugh—the glittering blade descended! The blood .spurted up in the bril- liant gaslight—a scarlet fountain. He reeled and fell heavily. The mad mirth choked and gurgled in his throat. Then he lay quite still. CHAPTER XLIV. The Girl He Left Behind Him. Twelve months later! And you just should have seen Black- castle—how festive it was with holly and laurel!—how blithe with young voices, how sweet with young laughter. They were all back there just now— Vera Cassard and her father, the Hon- orable Mr. Sedley, Sir Jasper and Lady Jetland, Freddie Lynn and a doz- en others whose acquaintance, as it is so late, we shall not trouble ourselves to make. On this, the snowiest day that ever was born, they were all pressed into active service, and were busily enr gc_ed in decorating the great hall for —perhaps you can guess! “Time for Baby!” Cynthia Lennox cried, as the door was flung wide in re- sponse to a knock. “And Baby is always on time!” came a merry voice from the threshold. Cynthia dropped her wreath of crim- son holly berries, and leaped off her lofty perch on a ladder, in sadly un- dignified haste. “Why, it is you—you blessed Baby! Come in here—quick! I want to talk to you.” : And she caught the slim, seal-clad figure joyously in her arms, kissed the cold, glowing cheeks, and drew her into the library, where a big, boister- ous, genial fire was rollicking up the chimney. “Now,” Baby commanded, dropping placidly on the rug and blinking up at her friend in serene composure, as though she had seen her the day be- fore yesterday, “now, Cynthia, go ahead!” “No slang!” announced Miss Len- nox, gravely. “That in the beginning I prohibit!” “All right, Cynthia. Do go ahead.” “I might as well,” giving up in de- spair. “Well, we’ve been everywhere this summer—Laurie and k” “Oh, you have?” interrogatively as- serted Miss Earle. “That's lucid, at all events!” “Baby, you’re as aggravating as ever!” cried Miss Lennox, desperate- ly. “Of course, I mean to Italy—to Milan, and Florence, and Verona, and —Get up, you lazy child, and help me!” “Why didn’t you ask me before?” said Baby, scrambling up with alac- rity, and drawing off her sacpue. ‘““What shall I begiu by doing?” “Sit right down there— Laurie!” A girl came lightly into the room— a girl clad in a soft, trailing wrapper of blue merino, all bordered with snowy swansdown—the girl whom the world speaks of as Allan Atherton’s Ah, here’s | heiress. “Miss Earle!” “How glad [ am to see you! heard of your arrival.” “I know it is a hackneyed expres- sion,” declared Miss Earle, “but hap- piness is a great beautifier. Isn’t it, |. Cynthia?” Miss Lennox laughed, and put a lov- ing arm about the azure fairy, whose face to her generous heart is the fair- est “that e’er the sun shone on.” “Miss Baby, go to work. Why shouldn’t she be beautiful, when to- morrow is her wedding day.? Are you ready? Now write a short note to the Countess of Longwood. Tell her that as Mr. Cyril Carrington has sent down a large quantity of roses from London it will. be unnecessary to accept her kind invitation to draw on her hot- houses. There’s a knock! Good-bye —there’s a darling! Come, you bewil- dered little bride elect!” Three minutes later the library door opened to admit a. tall, handsome, in bright surprise. T had not “Tf 1 could only find it,” the idiot said, “I would kill some of you, just to show you how I killed him!” Mr. Bowers, about ten feet distant, staggered back in vigorous protest. “No, thank you! You are really very kind, but no, thank you!” All tais time Mr. Stack was striving in vain to recollect where be had left the weapon Clive had given to him. overcoated young gentleman. “Beg pardon, I’m sure! Oh, it’s only you, Baby!” “Yes, it’s only me, Mr. Warren, growing suddenly frigid at the sound of the apparent depreciation in his words. 4 “Oh; hang it, Baby, you know I didn’t mean that! 1 to see you!” I have been dying ei “Well, I should think so,” with a_ groan. “Won't you even shake hands with a fellow?” i “I’m very busy writing.” Mr. Warren sat down with an ag- grieved growl. “Are there two c’s or only one in unnecessary?” queried Miss Earle, brightly, after a moment’s silence, and turning to his sulky gaze quite a daz- zling face, with its rosy lips and roguish eyes. : “I—I don’t know!” Baby fairly gasped. € “Thank you!” she said. “That is—of course I do! Never mind, Baby—hold on, please. I’m go- ing away, Baby!” This last in tones absolutely heart- rending. “I guess you’d better,” meditatively nibbling her pen. “The first dinner bell will soon ring.” “Oh, hang dinner!” disgustedly. “I'd rather eat it!” cheerfully. “I’m famished!” Silence. “Baby, I’m going to join the Thirty- second and go out to India, unless—” “Unfless what?” “Unless you tell me to stay.” “Oh!” “And you know,” gloomily, “there are tigers in India, and—” “Oh, stay!” cried Miss Earle, weari- ly. “Anything to keep you quiet. Take care; you'll spill the ink! Will, do behave!” Five minutes later Baby glanced at her half-written sheet with a face of radiant resignation. “There! that letter isn’t finished yet. What will Cynthia say? You haven't told me how to spell that yet.” “It is unnecessary,” answered Will. And then they both laughed out, as if it were the funniest thing ever said since the world -began. Cyril Carrington, striding, fur-coat- ed and snow-powdered through the hall beyond, brushed against Cynthia as she stood by a great bank of holly, listening to that merry laughter. “Hear that?” sane said. “Laughter comes lightly from hearts that are glad,” he answered. He took a brigit sprig of holly ber- ries and glossy leaves from the hedge beside him and thrust it gently, if a little clumsily, through the girl’s black braids. “Cynthia,” he said, and broke down. She glanced up at him, a sparkling warmth kindling in her eyes. He was a good fellow—a noble man. He “bore without abuse the grand old name of gentleman.” “Perhaps—some day, dear,” he fal- tered, his great love clogging his tongue. Their eyes met—she was smiling. “Wait,” she whispered. * * * * s * A glorious day! Overhead a clear, blue, frosty sky; underfoot a crisp, white, crackling carpet; everywhere dancing, dazzling, golden sunshine. The great avenues were black with carriages, the great house was filled with guésts. All through Blackcastle huge fires were roaring, light feet were flying, bright flowers were glowing. Under the great mistletoe bell stood Sir Clive and Lady Carrington, while the urchins shouted and the tenantry feasted, and the bells clanged madly in the village beyond. A handsome bridegroom he—stately and chivalrous, and happy as a boy to- day. And a rarely beautiful bride she who stood beside him. She was all in white—in trailing; simple dead-white silk, with a cluster of white roses in her golden hair. She wore no colors save the faint bloom in her cheeks, the carmine of her lips, the azue of her eyes. They were to spend the winter in Paris and in the spring come home to Blackcastle. “Hark!” Sir Clive said, suddenly, ob- livious of his wondering guests. “Hear what they are playing.” He put his arm around his wife and drew her closely to his side. The band without had struck up an old, rapid, familiar air. Leaning a little forward, they lis- tened. A tender radiance had crept into Lady Laurie’s wild-rose face. A swift smile parted the lovely lips. Loudly rang the cheers, merrily clanged the bells, royally brayed the music of “The Girl I Left Behind Me!” He bent and kissed her with sudden passion as the last note quivered over the frozen snow. “Mine forever, thank God!” he whis- pered. “The girl [ left behind me!” (The End.) Deduced. At a golden wedding recently an en- tertainment was given to the sur- rounding tenantry of the aged couple. At the close of the proceedings the host rose and relieved his feelings in an eloquent speech. “Look at that, now, Pat,” whispered an old frishwoman, nudging her hus- band’s elbow, ‘Did you see the poor ould masther wia the tears in the eyes of him?” ‘ “Shure, an’ why wouldn’t he be cry- in’?” was her husband’s retort—‘an’ he married to the same woman fur fifty years!”—Casscll’s London, Jour nal. Retribution in Advance. “Are you the landlord of this hotel?” “Yes.” answered the man with the pallid eyes. “Well, I want to tell you that I have traveled all over this country and } never saw a worse hotel than this.” “TL know it. And I tell you it is @ great satisfaction to know that every time we get, beat out of a board bill we're’ fully even with the miscreant that-did it.”"—Washington Star. AIRIE LAND. : Moose Jaw, Assiniboia. Farmers’ Review, Chicago, July 22, 1908. Most of the prairies in the United States have ceased to exist. Man has broken them up with orchards, for ests and farm buildings. But in Western Canada the prairies still stretch grandly from horizon to hort zon as yet unmarred by the hand of man, save where the iron road has been laid. To a city man there is something deliciously restful about the vast grassy solitudes, Numerous clumps of trees mark the course of the Assiniboine river, which keeps in sight of the railroad for some distance. “Grass is one of the notable things about all the landscape of Western Canada. It is 2 remarkable fact that the entire length of the Canadian Pa- cific railway from its eastern termi- nus to the Rocky Mountains is over plains where grass grows. The sage brush appears at some points, but never to the exclusion of grass. There is thus not a mile of this country that cannot be used for some agricultural purpose—either for tilling or ranch- “Moose Jaw is a town of over 2,000 inhabitants, and one of the most im- portant places in Assiniboia, being the center of a very good farming coun- try and a great grain and stock ship- ping point. “Near Moose Jaw agriculture and ranching go hand in hand; for near the town was seen a herd of beef cattle several hundred in number. On another side was seen a good sized herd of dairy cows, the property of the citizens in the town. “In riding over the prairies we saw many good fields of alfalfa. The great need of the country is timber, which grows readily where planted, as was demonstrated by the shelter belts on some of the farms, and the trees on the residence lots in the town. “Stories ‘were told the writer of men who last year cleared from their wheat crop more than the land on which it was grown originally cost them. This is easy to believe, in view of the large crop and high price for wheat last year.”—Henry F. Thurston. By sending your address to any agent of the Canadian Government you will have mailed to you a copy of ar atlas, railway rates, etc., giving fullest information regarding Western Canada. Decollete gowns are worn a great deal, though there is not a great deal of them. STRANGE CAT iN NATIONAL ZOO. He Is an African Serval, but Resem- bles Texas Wildcat. Lying peacefully in one corner of his cage in the National zoo in Wash- ington, watching visitors with his lit- tle beady, rat-like eyes, is the newly imported African serval, a member of the cat family. He is one of the first seen in this country, and gets a lot of attention, both on this account and because of his grotesque appearance. He resembles the Texas wild cat in general contour and coloring, but his markings are more distinct and regu- lar, and his long, pointed ears are not tufted as are those of his wildcat brother. The serval has a dog-like muzzle, which, combined with his long, drooping whiskers, gives him a decidedly Chinese cast of counte- nance. Although not personally beau- tiful, he seems to have a cheerful and philosophical disposition, and paces up and down or lies curled, up near the bars all day without making a sound. There is some speculation among his keepers as to whether, if he chose, he could mew, or howl, or bark,. for so far he hasn’t uttered a single sound.—New York Times. And He Got Damages. “I understand you had a horse killed by an automobile?” “Yes.” “Beastly things, aren’t they?” “Oh, I don’t know. That horse had just gone lame.”—Chicago Post. His Delicate Method. “Let us talk of something we don’t know anything about,” he suggested. “Such as what?” she asked. “Marriage,” he replied, after which they went into executive session.— Chicago Post. TIMELY CALLING. How the Pastor Saved a Life. A man near Fort Gay, W. Va., made an entire failure in getting strength from the kind of food he ate, and not knowing that the trouble was with the food kept on losing health until the doctors gave him up to die. It was supposed to be consumption because he was wasting away stead- ily and slowly dying. His minister called from time to time and one day brought along a package of Grape- Nuth, thinking from what he knew of the famous food that perhaps it might help him. The sick man took to it*at once and from that day began to get well. In writing-he says: »‘I walked to town to-day, 3 miles. Have gained over 40 pounds in about 2 months and my neighbors don’t know what to say. I frequently am told it was as if I am raised from the dead. Everybody here knows of my case; you can tell people to write to the Postmaster or Rev. L. D. Bryan. I will make a sworn statement that Grape-Nuts saved my life.” Name given by Postum: Co., Battle Creek, Mich. This is another illustration that where all other foods fail’ one can be brought back to health and strength on Grape-Nuts. “There’s a reason.” ‘ ‘ HOW TO STERILIZE WATER. Purification Effected by Using a Few Drons of Chloride of Silver. The constantly increasing, demand for pure water and for some method by means of which this can be obtain- ed renders the recent communication made by Prof. Paterno to the Reale Academia dei Lincet especially inter- esting. Prof. Paterno has suggested a process for the purification of drink- ing water which constitutes a great step forward in the study of this im- portant problem. From numerous and extensive experiments made by this author it appears that by adding to impure water, even that containing pathogenic microbes, an extermely small quantity of chloride of silver there is accomplished the complete disinfection of the water. For this purpose two milligrams or at most two and one-half milligrams of the chloride are sufficient to absolutely sterilize a liter of water and to elimi- nate every danger of infection. The process is so simple that one canrot expect any improvement upon it in the future; it may be used by any one and in every condition of life, the ster- ilization being complete after a few minutes—ten at the most—and no apparatus being necessary beyond a small vial with a solution of chloride of silver. The water keeps its flavor and all of its properties without modification, qnly undergoing a slight whitening, which disappears after a few hours of repose. Water purified by means of boiling, ozone and all other pro- esses known up to the present, when exposed to the air soon becomes im- pure, whereas the process of Prof. Paterno keeps the water pure for many months.—Tribuna, Rome. GOOD EDITORS ARE RARE. None but Thorough Newspaper Men Appreciate Their Value. A story is told of the late John Swinton, for many years managing editor of the New York Sun, who, when told by the late Charles A. 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O listen to the wooing-song of the wind, In the ear of the meek-eyed May, When the violets bloom and the roses blush, be And the wood-nymphs join in play; For he’s a lover mild and a lover true— An Apollo Belvidere— The gentlest knight beneath the blue, A wandering “Beaucaire.” O _Usten to the, sleepy-song of the wind, In the time of the sweltering heat, ‘When the daisies shy and the marigolds Hide in the waving wheat; For he’s a jazy man and man of rest— A gentleman of ease— A_loiterer, without zeal or zest, Just living in the trees. O listen to the crooning-song of the winds, In the time of the dreary fall, When the sere-brown leaves and the sad- voiced streams Give hsed to the death-day’s call; For pili mourner slow and a mourner sad; And a sympathizer deep, Whose fickle heart isn’t wholly bad, Since he weeps with those who weep. —John Jordan Douglass, in Birds and Nature. His One Shirt. 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